Life has become more of a thirst for perfection. No matter where you go your eyes want perfection in everything they observe. Nothing wrong you will say.
My point is by searching only for a perfect companion, perfect music, perfect home and perfect job we are losing any scope of indulgence in creativity. We keep our thoughts beamed through the glass of other's vision and what they would consider as perfect. We drink the beer holding the glass in a perfect way thus losing an opportunity to discover a new style. Our word selection is perfect, thus obstructing the flow of a poetry. When we hear the hero say "Perfection ko improve karna mushkil hain" (It is difficult to improve perfection) we cannot stop ourselves saying Cool. We calculate perfectly how many words to say even when we are talking with our companion and thus avoid adding a new dimension to the whole process of companionship.
I am not against perfection. Someone had said "Work done 97% perfectly is good enough to start a new one". However, in a rush to prove, to impress or to grow we select dream of perfection over dream of creativity. Just imagine how the world would be if everything is perfect? Yeah it will be perfect!! But then will it be fun? Will you be able to give an excuse of getting late because of a traffic jam? Will you love the sweet made by the nukkad halwaai over your mother's blend of creativity? Its not such a tough thing if you look at the bigger picture. You might impress hundreds but forget to diversify your own skills and limit experiences. Its up for grabs, take it or leave it. Why am I searching for a perfect ending to this thought process?
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Open page...
Have you ever felt that what you read, listened to or watched could easily have been your thoughts? Something that comes naturally to you is presented in a precisely similar way?
Well, that's the time you feel that the whole story was there, right in front of you. For a time longer than you can ever imagine. It was a sketched image of a bridge which would have linked two diverse banks of reality. All that was needed was some time with the thought.
Thoughts are the most that we live with. We are nothing but thoughts and we don't give them enough time. Why? Now here I can have a long list of 1023 reasons. However, once the thought is taken up by someone its no longer yours though it might own you for an eternity. Its so disturbing for a few people when thoughts are mis-used by someone for they are being mis-used is the inner-feeling.
Ponder well on what you are thinking and give your sub-conscious thoughts a good amount of time. As imprinted in 'The Alchemist' sub-conscious has the power to make the whole Universe conspire for you. So thoughts you are and thoughts are re-born but tapping the energy and life is what makes them come alive, forever.
Well, that's the time you feel that the whole story was there, right in front of you. For a time longer than you can ever imagine. It was a sketched image of a bridge which would have linked two diverse banks of reality. All that was needed was some time with the thought.
Thoughts are the most that we live with. We are nothing but thoughts and we don't give them enough time. Why? Now here I can have a long list of 1023 reasons. However, once the thought is taken up by someone its no longer yours though it might own you for an eternity. Its so disturbing for a few people when thoughts are mis-used by someone for they are being mis-used is the inner-feeling.
Ponder well on what you are thinking and give your sub-conscious thoughts a good amount of time. As imprinted in 'The Alchemist' sub-conscious has the power to make the whole Universe conspire for you. So thoughts you are and thoughts are re-born but tapping the energy and life is what makes them come alive, forever.
Something precious
Once you have the skill of feeling things that other person is describing, life becomes more than a reality. You can enjoy life on a different canvass and enjoy the dripping drops of moments to a greater extent. The shivers, thuds, goose bumps, texture of things and feel of surrounding environment transforms life. Its better to live life like this so as to enjoy life's offerings more than the reality.
I am glad we are walking this distance together. For not many people have people close to their heart, never let go of this established thread. Else what will remain will be the ash of moments we shared and though ash makes glass, its after the essence has perished to the last atom of its existence.
Just hold hands and enjoy the rhythm music offers for thats happening, its all real.
I am glad we are walking this distance together. For not many people have people close to their heart, never let go of this established thread. Else what will remain will be the ash of moments we shared and though ash makes glass, its after the essence has perished to the last atom of its existence.
Just hold hands and enjoy the rhythm music offers for thats happening, its all real.
Friday, May 02, 2008
Time came calling
And then the time came calling.
When it was a normal day, just stalling.
For I never had thought of this day as mine.
I always cared for it cheaper than the petty old dime.
When the days came, I enjoyed life as it came.
Postponing worries for the last rains, woes.
And then when I stared back in darkness
I saw loneliness and the beast’s soldiers.
Draped in shadows in their black veils, they
charged for they were His messengers finding my way.
They looked in my eyes and I saw both angel and demon.
Wait was a cancer and I couldn’t wait to be One.
The ripened time had gone sour and I was Trojaned.
To hold its arm as if it was my lover’s.
I held it tightly, close to me like never before
For death came visiting and the day was mine.
When it was a normal day, just stalling.
For I never had thought of this day as mine.
I always cared for it cheaper than the petty old dime.
When the days came, I enjoyed life as it came.
Postponing worries for the last rains, woes.
And then when I stared back in darkness
I saw loneliness and the beast’s soldiers.
Draped in shadows in their black veils, they
charged for they were His messengers finding my way.
They looked in my eyes and I saw both angel and demon.
Wait was a cancer and I couldn’t wait to be One.
The ripened time had gone sour and I was Trojaned.
To hold its arm as if it was my lover’s.
I held it tightly, close to me like never before
For death came visiting and the day was mine.
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