Art, though man-made, do influence human mind. Oh, I could have delivered it like this- as human mind creates art due to many influences, the art too influence human mind... I am sure there is still a better frame for this concept!
I do not meet many people who really understand my thoughts and that keeps me away from lots of things. People, relations, living beings…all have appeared meaningless several times... The reason I do not know, I am made like that! I am sure about the path in which my mind travels, but communicating that to others is a tough task ahead…
Once I start expressing my thoughts and feelings in words, I won’t wait for anyone to recognize that it is a piece of literature- but definitely start respecting it as ‘the best’. Now, for all these reasons, let me tell you that the following literary feast is the after-effect of my parenthood for a few ideas. I ‘carried’ them after ‘conceiving’ them from various ‘observations’. And now I am delivering them with quite a lot of ‘labor pain’! my ‘creation’ is very close to my heart…
My graduation in a metro gave me various things to think about. I realized several times that life is just a bunch of unexpected things. Life in the metro bred me often except for a few friends and teachers… the place was not more than a motel for me…
Sun baked each day into delicious cakes… cake tasted good for a few. It was not worth for many. I never bothered how many I possessed…countless I ignored.. The true bonding of friendship I realized these days… I am a coffee lover, I could easily make of my friends drink, rather zip coffee with me… a lot, thereafter happened over coffee chats! Three of us could easily row through the violent ocean of life. We faced good times, bad ones were in no converted into good ones… I am sure nothing in my life will replace them. The happiness and joy they gave me, I will never leave away from my thoughts… not just three of us were in there in our world. We stayed away from this world often, watching the world rotate on its age old axis… we took roads ignored by the majority. We had a few passionate fellow passengers. W were sure of one thing if not everything… all those faces we encountered, had a magnificent smile ignited.
I had [fortunately] chances to see different phases of life. I was somehow sensible enough to observe them and accidentally, unknowingly I learned quite a lot. I had heard of ‘this world’ and I use to pray it not to be like that. But the lessons told me that I was living a fantasy in spite of being aware of the reality. Women who believed in true love, cheating their husband. The husband acting as if he was cheated and doing the same hiding the laughter… and finally a group of young ones growing up left alone to choose what’s their way… father yelling at mother, grandparents cornering their son for bringing in a bitch as their daughter-in-law.. children being exploited because someone was in need of ‘tender flesh’… diseased and betrayed, a million trillion lives dwelling on hope for a better life… Sex, money and selfishness- quite a number of times I felt that life is all about paying bills, selling your products [including yourself] and finally penalizing the self for all you have done….
Is life an illness you can never escape form? Or a commodity that you can only produce and get hanged when you try destroying it… at times it is a search for me between the two ends…death and birth… black light in the beginning and blackout at the end… god interferes my thoughts frequently, he is my soul mate- he always listens. He replies only through others… life is also an unending attempt from my part to find that omnipotent presence. He confuses me often, nurture smiles and listens patiently when I whine about worldly matters… my ceaseless love for him- is also life for me…
Life is one’s portrait that can be viewed only by others. It is just like the final drop of a drink that adheres to the cup and you never get to taste! It is like me thinking of writing all these from my study room and ending up scribbling it from a coffee shop alone, being an exhibit for all- including a mother an her pregnant daughter who’s occupying my neighboring table…
Life is lies between two seconds, it belongs to me and to you. It is all about love, destiny and the huge pile of mysteries. It is about people lying in bed for decades, leaving tears in eyes, ants eating up their body, thoughts conquering their mind and regret haunting all day and night. Life is about killing a foetus because you wanted 'pleasure', but you are afraid of the bad name! Life is about eating spiders and scorpions and tattooing your girl's name on your arm in a language unknown to your friends!
Life is about 'texting' your father that you are safe, though you know the ditch you are in. Life is about beliving in a person whom you know that, is not worth you trust. Life is kike showing your navel to someone whom you dont want in your bed. It is like inviting an unknown guest. Life is a web you never fail to be in! It is like the feeling you get when your love is illtreated and still you keep loving unconditionally. And...it is like a magic played by someone, who know even the fact I wrote all these to kill my time...!
