Inception

Past couple of days, there has been turmoil inside my head. A plethora of abstract thoughts running through the sinews of my brains have set my mind-space on an override. It’s very hard to perceive things when every thought that comes to you is wrapped in layers of ambiguity. I don’t know why it has become so difficult to be myself but one thing that I am sure of is that something has shattered my perfect world and has compelled it to collapse by initiating an unending sequence of vague thoughts. It’s really amazing to witness how a person can influence your perfect world just by few words. His every word like a small stone sends millions of ripples on the stagnant surface of your world. For me it was no different. Suddenly I was aware of my actual surroundings, breaking my perception of what is around me. In fact, suddenly I was aware of my true self and this time there was no delusion. Truth indeed is stranger than fiction and harder than any rock when it hits you in circumstances such as mine.
He said we all hide behind a mask, trying to protect our secret, our emotional baggage from the people around us. It was then; I became aware of the masquerade I have been a part of, dancing to the tune of others but still hiding my true self due to the fear of being lacerated in the hands of people I don’t even know completely. He spoke about resistance and fiction. The harder we try to resist change, the harder it gets to move forward. The more we resist, the more we sink in to the pit. It made me conscious of the cocoon I have been living in, resisting my world from the inevitable and living in a fear of losing to something I have never faced. But I ignored the fact that there is always a takeoff before touching great heights. This made me realize the importance of chaos in life. Chaos: a science of process, is mandatory to reach any definite state in life. Like need preludes creation, change preludes success. He defines life as a tapestry carved out of events that bring all kinds of emotions at your pedestal be it happiness, sorrow, frustration, depression or anger. It’s up to us that which flower we pick to decorate our garden. This made me realize the concept of being the architect of our own castle. Perception is all what matters. The glass is always half filled and there is still a hope of getting it filled up to the brim. He wrote about being shattered, living in darkness, being afraid of light but still fighting for a reason because life is more than just about surviving. He paints a picture so beautiful of this dark world that now I feel I don’t need eyes to appreciate the beauty. This beauty has always been inside me but I never had the eyes to witness it. I wish, just for once I could see this world through his eyes and perceive it through his senses so that I can see it crystal clear.
It has really been a thought provoking experience for me. I extend my gratitude to the person who acquainted me to the inception of a new world around me, breaking my conceptions about a perfect world and making me realize that nothing is constant just a perception of constancy that drives us on our path to glory.

DIWALI .... The festival of enlightenment....

After a dozen of unsuccessful attempt to update my facebook status with Diwali greetings, I finally gave up. Not sure of how to put my heartfelt emotions this diwali on a social networking site, I once again took refuge in this universe of unspoken words...The place, presently where I am, provides with ample of opportunities to confuse you about proper word selection for festival greetings, changing the world into a sub-space where festival means a day off from work, where celebrations mean breaking the monotony in dinner menu, where companionship means 15 inch distance from a 15 inch full HD screen, and where excitement means not to wake up to a melodious yet irritating alarm. Painting a picture so clay shade might be an unauspicious omen and moreover complaining about this ironical plight is not my inspiration today, so I would like to start this post fresh and new....

On our way to office yesterday morning I was sitting by the window of the bus, when it suddenly started to rain. The cold raindrops touching my skin left a deep impact and brought a turbulent wave of mixed emotions from within me. In a moment my soul stretched its arms to feel her familiar touch and at the same moment my concsious mind interrupted saying that it isn't possible, but then, there was something in those raindrops which made me feel that my soul won and I could feel the bridge through those tiny, cold raindrops connecting a part of me to the world where my innerslf belongs. Rain has been pick of the gifts that marked the festival this year for me, perhaps because I come from a place where to expect rain at this time of year is quite exceptional. But still this rain quenched my thirst and settled down the restlessness that had been surging inside me throughout this festive season. Confused of what more to expect of this long weekend(its better to call the festival by this name) I had finally given up all the hopes but those drops of rain though metaphorically but still, bridged the hypothetical sub-space to my actual world . They say its the fire that brings light to mankind but this diwali the Rain brought a new light to me. It is this diwali that I experienced that happiness and solace come in small packages. It is this time when I found that the real meaning of festival is about finding a smile even in a raindrop which otherwise never makes a difference in life, experiencing light sitting by the candle in a dark room without electricity, enjoying a parantha after running in search of a resturant from end to end in heavy rain and sipping up a cup of hot coffee with a hope of a better tomorrow.

P.S: It was never about light, it was always about enlightenment....

HAPPY DIWALI