Break Free

It has been many times that I wanted to break free. Freedom of thoughts to explore various beliefs and to exhibit fidelity to those believes, is nothing less than a herculean task. I do not want to prove what I believe in to be sacrosanct. I just want to emote. Emote my beliefs and exhibit my ordained values and to live a life that is mine. I do not want to be selfless. Is a recluse more selfless than selfish? I do not know. I care to live a hedonistic life that I enjoy but the luxury is not necessarily in the material things of the world. To have a say, to be respected for such, is the very basic of freedom to emote through beliefs.
Will I be granted such a wish to be one whole self and not reflect the society or the individual who influence one? Time will tell. As it flies, so does my hope of being an individual independent thinker who’s free to express.

Open Arms!!

The Reverse

I have been thinking a lot about Newton's third law; every action has an equal and opposite reaction. This is one of the few theories that I have not yet formed a counter opinion on or left it aside for further developments so as to finalize on my view point. Further to say, I have accepted and believed this with full faith. Even the essence of the Hindu religion lies with Karma, the consequences of action(s).

Recent events have led me to believe against one of the founding theories of evolution. It was said that a single celled organism evolved into this multi-cellular metabolically complex and neurotically(the pun!) superior being ....that's us folks! The fundamental theory of men evolving from ape. Reproduction, morphing, incremental alteration and we thus came into existence.
So, safely concluded that reproduction is the driving force behind evolutionary changes with mutation playing a havoc with the genes.

Is it really? We have heard our ancestors insisting upon the period in time called the kaliyug. Where the very sole of universe creation becomes devious and mysterious and unattained. I am beginning to subscribe more weightage to this fact; after all now I believe extinction is the very sole of evolution. You reproduce, morph and incrementally alter and finally become extinct for the whole universe to begin again. Do you see the indicators?

A Story to tell

This is the story of an Egg and a Flower. See all deep, to know their plight.

Imagine a floor of grayish hue with the corners befallen with blacken gloom. There lies a crack, in the middle all along, the crack form branches, all of three; two on the left and one other free.

On top of the crack, sprouts this flower with petals of five, golden style in five too.

“My, My, Flower!” said the Egg, “You are all yellow. Can I borrow some for my yolk fellow?”

She’s all too warm in her color and court, as she says “Break open Egg, for I give you thee.”

Imagine the Egg, little bigger than the flower & lies below her too. All cracked up is the little white Egg, as if the chicken is trying his best to be out of the whitey shell. The chicken must have left, as we see, the little white Egg has his top all swept.

Imagine the flower, as she drops her single yellow tear, into the Egg through the petal closest to her rear. The Egg with cracks, on the right most of all, symbolizing a leafless tree, collects her yellow with a ripple in his golden yolk galore.

Now the two told us a story, the story of life in this earthy place. Her tears were yellow, as she said “You need me, brother, for your birth. Keep me alive and so do my seed“.

The Egg said “Fine“, as he saved more yellow to the brim of his crack. “No moment to waste, No moment to waste!! Plant all trees and plant all seeds“, yelled he, hoping we hear his knell; loud and clear.

My Unforgettable Character

I am a people person. That makes me someone who loves to watch and observe the human interactions as a silent observer. This snippet is about one such encounter with a stranger. He was a passing cloud in my life but flew by with a strong impact as a human.

It was a hot weekday afternoon in the month of May, technically, one of the worst days to ride in the bus. As life has its way, I am inside a bus that is thankfully empty. With all the commotion that engulfs the chaos of the bus stand, there appeared a man who got into the same bus I was in. This man is the protagonist of this written script in the memory of “my unforgettable character”.

The man was dressed in a hue of blue with cream trousers and sat himself next to the driver of the bus. He seemed to possess a charming disposition and greeted everyone with a perfect smile. He engaged in small talks and kept his proximity entertained. He brought in a sense of relief to the people with his enthusiasm. And then the inevitable happened, he looked at me and smiled. For a moment the time froze and my reflexes made me stretch my lips to the upward curve. It felt good. His impact was too strong to resist. Never before, have I realized the effect of a smile than this fortunate day in the month of May.

The stranger interested me for a reason beyond the obvious; the reason that I failed to possess his qualities. The reason that I have always distanced myself from people unknown to me and never had the inclination to accost any person for chit chats especially during short travels. Most of all, the reason, that I have been too self-involved with the worldly chores that has an individualistic pursuit.

It was not perhaps how appealing he was that attracted my attention, but the experience of his living. The paradox that he was not a young energetic guy of today who is so preoccupied with his mundane mores but rather that he was around 65years old with almost inimitable enthusiasm that made me feel he was a character; to observe, cherish and finally learn from – to smile with heart.

Words!

Any message is delivered with effect if there is an amount of experience coupled with it; the experience of understanding the situation and emoting to the situation. I do not want to "preach" through my writing. I do not want to deliver a message. I just want to share my thoughts; not even my feelings. Thus, I chose the medium of words.

Words are the most powerful means of communication irrespective of the vocabulary of the "commuter of words". You can convey the message hiding behind words. You can mean it and say it or say it when u don't mean it. You can use words as a source of ambush.You can use words to hide your thoughts.

I have always been fascinated by words, the phonetics and the symbolism. If boundless imagination could be explained through pictures or drawing or symbols, a complete idea can only be delivered through words. It does not let the reader guessing (unless of course u don't encounter too many articles as mine). It is more absolute and concrete.

I, as a person who wish to understand people better, look for non-verbal cues. A sniff, a frown, a snarl; these account more in communication. But, What is not been said can never be taken against you in the court of law. Words are a means of being elusive. The voice of a suspected murderer is still heard, because, no one understands the truth that dwell inside a person. Even if people claim to understand, it is only partial truth. For example, a psychiatrist cannot understand his patients, he can only help his patient understand himself with help in form of WORDS.

Words deliver the fuller truth. You never mean it if u dont say it. You never say it, if u dont mean it. If, you have noticed carefully, I am contradictory to my previous claim and yet, reasonably right. So now, the fuller truth that is my creed: Words are the most powerful tool; it has built a dynasty and destroyed few. Mark my words, for these are too many truths in this article.

PS: Words form Sentences mostly....... And these, create Legends.

A New Meaning

Everything will fall into place. This is what hope teaches me to believe. When the time gets me caught in a storm, I have hope as my ballast. A propellant for a second life, a rebirth - that's my definition for hope. There is no obituary for one living. That's why "Hope" is something I have always got with me

"Its a Whole"

I have recently been in an encounter where I was pointed out that poems emote.
The main job of a poem is to perhaps highlight the feelings of a person or the poet.

Opinions are welcome. I have mine too. Poems are hardly expression of feelings alone. There are many more added elements to it. To me, it is a prose with flamboyant wordings. It has a begining, a middle act and finally a conclusion.

For some, poems are well written tales. Well written enough, that people muse over the charm of words more than the inner deliverance of story.

After all Robert Forst highlighted his feelings of "how he has to begin his travel" as the finality of his prose; "miles to go before I sleep".

I believe in conclusion to an emotion, to make it Whole.

The expression, the design, the creativity; The Art

The Alluring Re-creation of Tacit forms of nature, of emotions, of imagination is, as I believe, a painting. As each brush stroke creates a verse, these implicit poems tune the person viewing it, in tandem to what a collusive union of brush strokes recite. There is no better strength of a painting than that of an UNION. Mastery of any art is always elusive, at an arm's length.

There is no charm in "master piece" as much as there is to a 2 year olds scrap book. It is the discovery of not just the creator, but also the viewer that makes painting ever so-desirous.

I will never master it, for, I need not my creativity to cede :-)