Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
right Now...
am chasing yet another thought.Tired and beaten, I give up and collapse hopelessly. Am staring another probable defeat here. Its been a consuming affair for quite a while now. All I could is gather a fragment of that egoistic thought. Even that bit is too perilous to handle. I hobble and wobble while failing to grapple it. Too much of a skiddy customer to oblige me. Slipping past me the stubborn fella escapes whilst my thought is lost... unwoven. Another annoying episode of freedom and struggle ends. An unhearing character wins. I lose.
Compromise with the situation. Should I ? after another battle of wits with my opponent ( my thought, unfortunately ) who seems too big a challenge to be pitted against, I do. For an unarmoured warrior like me these sudden development of affairs has brought a death blow to my other budding thoughts. Have I lost it ? The art to express myself ? May be I did !
I stare at the corridors of my silent mind, fag end from where echoes my lost thought. I hold back on misinterpretation. A mis-interpretation that another is coming my way. Their Voices will be recognised with utmost precision now on. They are an opponent too familiar to deceive me. Will spare myself another such embarrassment in future.
May be impressing girls is a productive and a worthwhile effort than chasing my thoughts.
Lets toss it up. Beautiful chicks or dangerous thoughts.... ?? May be a beautiful chick with a dangerous thought ... ;)
Compromise with the situation. Should I ? after another battle of wits with my opponent ( my thought, unfortunately ) who seems too big a challenge to be pitted against, I do. For an unarmoured warrior like me these sudden development of affairs has brought a death blow to my other budding thoughts. Have I lost it ? The art to express myself ? May be I did !
I stare at the corridors of my silent mind, fag end from where echoes my lost thought. I hold back on misinterpretation. A mis-interpretation that another is coming my way. Their Voices will be recognised with utmost precision now on. They are an opponent too familiar to deceive me. Will spare myself another such embarrassment in future.
May be impressing girls is a productive and a worthwhile effort than chasing my thoughts.
Lets toss it up. Beautiful chicks or dangerous thoughts.... ?? May be a beautiful chick with a dangerous thought ... ;)
Monday, January 21, 2008
People learn from mistakes, they say. In my case, lets re-frame the whole jargon. To claim that mistakes learn from me wouldn't by far any stretches be an exaggeration. For what can be a prelude to success turns into a passionate obsessive affair called Losing. Never will you meet someone who chuckles and giggles with his mistakes, shamelessly. From mere ripples to gigantic waves, they just grow. My failures.
It's been a cool one year since am into racquet ball. Yet no win to boast about; forget a comprehensive victory. My only wins have come playing doubles which can be accredited to "team work" rather than any individual stellar performance. Leave alone win, I haven't even come close to my opponent's score to take any inspiration and carry the mindset into other games. Day after day I repeat my histrionics.
So, when I agonizingly came close to PK's score, ( I was on 11, he at 13), I fumbled with another oppurtunity to put the demons to rest. Developed this knack of handing over the advantage to my opponents. You need a strategic thinker to pull off such feats.
If permitted to draw analogy, I can single handedly crush our own Viru Sehwag's drought record and set a new high. My photography is shaping no good either. Am continuing to err in framework. This bit is quite annoying.
Am happy losing in the court....but its lot more frustrating to err with my new found passion.
Tips and tricks are welcomed ! :)
It's been a cool one year since am into racquet ball. Yet no win to boast about; forget a comprehensive victory. My only wins have come playing doubles which can be accredited to "team work" rather than any individual stellar performance. Leave alone win, I haven't even come close to my opponent's score to take any inspiration and carry the mindset into other games. Day after day I repeat my histrionics.
So, when I agonizingly came close to PK's score, ( I was on 11, he at 13), I fumbled with another oppurtunity to put the demons to rest. Developed this knack of handing over the advantage to my opponents. You need a strategic thinker to pull off such feats.
If permitted to draw analogy, I can single handedly crush our own Viru Sehwag's drought record and set a new high. My photography is shaping no good either. Am continuing to err in framework. This bit is quite annoying.
Am happy losing in the court....but its lot more frustrating to err with my new found passion.
Tips and tricks are welcomed ! :)
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
Am staring in seriousness, out of my window to churn up a thought or two. I pay unperturbed attention and wait for one to transform into a post here and deduce a theory out of it.
Infact one such thought is trying to hum its way in. I try making a musical out of it but lose it mid way to the hustles of the branches. A leaf flying past my window through them symbolizes my lost thought. Like a melodious note lost in the midst of chaos. Like a beautiful lyric lost to some absurdity. All I do is stare in stillness for an eternity, deeply mulling over the derailed train of thought, compartments of which are disconnected. I desperately try plugging in one thought into an other's slot as if trying to make a meaning of it. Alas ! I cannot tap my vein of thought. What use are these broken murky fragments ? They are a vain of thoughts.
Funny it seems. Thoughts desert me and thoughts desert me. Try understanding the subtlety. Pay attention to the variance and interpret the duality therein. Sometimes they have strangle hold on my mind, ever consuming and chaining me. Am entangled in the knots of my thoughts. Rest of the times depriving me of itself, for my thoughts turn naughts. Leaving me stranded.
Have you heard of this story where two patients share the same room in a hospital and how the guy sitting next to the window ( through which he sees nothing but staleness ) paints a colourful picture of the affairs from the world outside to his friend who lays next to him. Don't quite remember where I read it...in some forwarded mail I guess. I always hold it close to my heart. An inspiration behind naming my photo blog I should mention.
Well, there in lies the beauty of thoughts. Interpret, mould and express them in any way you like. Forever they stand yours sincerely.
Remember... " What counts is a thought.
Making you stand out from the lot.. "
Infact one such thought is trying to hum its way in. I try making a musical out of it but lose it mid way to the hustles of the branches. A leaf flying past my window through them symbolizes my lost thought. Like a melodious note lost in the midst of chaos. Like a beautiful lyric lost to some absurdity. All I do is stare in stillness for an eternity, deeply mulling over the derailed train of thought, compartments of which are disconnected. I desperately try plugging in one thought into an other's slot as if trying to make a meaning of it. Alas ! I cannot tap my vein of thought. What use are these broken murky fragments ? They are a vain of thoughts.
Funny it seems. Thoughts desert me and thoughts desert me. Try understanding the subtlety. Pay attention to the variance and interpret the duality therein. Sometimes they have strangle hold on my mind, ever consuming and chaining me. Am entangled in the knots of my thoughts. Rest of the times depriving me of itself, for my thoughts turn naughts. Leaving me stranded.
Have you heard of this story where two patients share the same room in a hospital and how the guy sitting next to the window ( through which he sees nothing but staleness ) paints a colourful picture of the affairs from the world outside to his friend who lays next to him. Don't quite remember where I read it...in some forwarded mail I guess. I always hold it close to my heart. An inspiration behind naming my photo blog I should mention.
Well, there in lies the beauty of thoughts. Interpret, mould and express them in any way you like. Forever they stand yours sincerely.
Remember... " What counts is a thought.
Making you stand out from the lot.. "
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