Blog: Inner voices humming

“Why is it always me?” Did you ever ask yourself that in eternal honesty? There comes a point in everyone’s lives when we have to look back and see what has happened to people who we associated with our lives. These people were the ones, who added dimensions and facets to my and your lives. They saw what we couldn’t simply because they shared belief when mind was filled with indecisions and trepidations of what was to come, obviously which never happened. When we do give a look behind at the past, you would always wonder if you could paint your life on larger canvas. The burden of expectations is always hard to carry, you may not carry it far enough or long enough. But one cannot take a breather to decide whether expectations were realistic and appropriate.

The long winding road of life will take you to least expected places and least expected. The great Napoleon once said “A man who knows where he is going will never go far enough.” But giving your best every time, time and again, again and again seems to be this big challenge for me at this point in time. The questions shall always remain pertinent and in the gusto to take up the challenge but one must also use their judgement to know if the challenges thrown at you were thrown to simply divert you from the goal.

They say same thing about true calling and all that. I wonder if being impetuous is my true calling or the true calling would be giving up all that you have for other to blossom, doing that is surely a big call to have. Its not esy to sacrifice everything you have or know for the sake of others. One in a million would stand up to that and one in millions would do that.

Blog: Jumbled cynicism

I think it’s the climes I have withdrawal symptoms ingrained in my body language and the same symptoms and swirling and surfacing in the mind as well. I wonder if the plate is too full and I wont be all able to stuff everything on it and the glass is half empty and wont quench the thirst that's clouding my senses. I don’t think its nice spot to be standing upon.

The mind seems cocked and some cool breeze will help in recuperate senses. Is everyone fussy of signs, indications, hint, call them what you will!!! I am. The rough translation of a Hindi idiom which suggests the smart should work with the (subtle) hints. No there is nothing unsubtle about hints, if it’s a hint it’s subtle. One more deliberation, I mean the previous sentence. At this point in time, I wonder what signs truly are. I am not much into omen and witch-hunt or any other forms of occult. I may choose not to believe it. I know everything that we believe can be questioned. There are times when we look at ourselves question are self belief? 

How important is it to separate out thoughts and actions and judge them ourselves; without bias? Is there time for all this, especially when you are sitting perched right on top of a House of Cards? The world so seamlessly seems to coming, tumbling down, rebuilding seems such an uphill task. They say all men were born free meaning all humans were born free. Yes they are, till the point they realize they are living someone else dreams, they believed in some elses' believes, we search for reasons in someone else pretext. Individuality seems to have gone archaic. The challenge is to prove you worthy of living those dreams, when this happens, it for collective good that we must strive for better efforts. One small step and a giant leap for mankind. Giant leaps are function of wanting to go forward and take the little step without falling in love with your ideas and then just never stray away from the path of action.

We all are bound by something, may be with or ideas, compassion, thoughts, claims or we are bound having to cry hoarse over everything that we deserve and didn’t get shoving away everything we ought to have done. If faith can move mountains, faith can also help climb over mountains and look beyond, if the mountains don’t seem to move at first.

At times blowing your own brains isn’t the best we can do, I have been wondering for quite some time, I mean before I update my last blog that shouldn’t we just assimilate whatever we face and some how manage to use it to our good or to our advantage. I mean instead of being impulsive and quick-silver if you like I must find way to make myself a better at what I do. I feel sad when circumstances decide my response. I can do better, I know; I can.