Blurred memories or visions or dreams do not necessarily mean they are just a figment of our imagination, for what is created by our mind comes either from our sub-conscious or the conscious itself.
Whichever it may be, we need to pick it up from an external source or an existing one. Also, our consciousness does not create out-of-nothing, it merely brings things or ideas up or distorts them enough to make it super-confusing or as I would like call it “alien like”. If you know what I mean.
As I see it life is filled with series of developments instead of random creations and as energy is never created nor destroyed but simply passed down, same happens with our thoughts they flow thus creating a foundation for future thoughts and over all a behavioural pattern which eventually affects our actions that gradually makes up what we call destiny. I find this mind blowing.
So while you ponder up on that, enjoy this blurry picture of a sunrise. It is just a blur but it is real! Moving vehicles can not stop me from taking pictures.
Blurry Sunrise – It is not as good but it is a sunrise after all and they are always beautiful.
2017 – 37/365
Well the Earthquake was not lovely at all. Gosh we have too many of them. The shaking of the earth, the shock, the running out of the house, the chaos that ensues – phew. Each time I am reminded of the fact that, this life is so so short man I must get my head out of the unnecessary and focus on what really matters. Can not stress that enough.
On the not so angry side of the earth, I got to click this lovely view. I took this picture very lovingly because my love for nature is pretty much borderline obsessive but what is love without obsession, right? No.. just me…? okay .
Enjoy the sunset-sky and a winter-tree.
I am not feeling too well today and I want to be in my room in my home town. And it should rain. Oh, yes rain with the fog covering the opposite hills and washing everything back to clean and green, water everywhere.
The fresh air and the loud thunderclap. Breathing it in. The petrichor makes me so happy. The crazy winds, the whooshing sound, and everybody running to get their cattles back to the sheds, running to fetch their clothes hanging for line-drying and people trying to find some cover.
All the chaos that ensues because the winds are determined to take something with that force. Scared animals hiding in their burrows. It pours!
The streams that were dry these past months flow again, the muddy water crashes on the boulders, those rocks so adamant singing along with the waters gushing through them and over them, flowing so fast.
And then it all stands still.
Everything and everyone soaking the silence in. The people brought together; strangers under same sheds, friends at tea stalls, and families in their houses chatting up, enjoying the down pour.
The birds chirp again and silence is broken. Everything comes back to life. There is no hustle no bustle today but the stillness surrounding the hills envelopes my soul in peace taking me there where I have not been in a while, with the reminiscent plop, plop, plop left behind.
To want something is quite natural. Although, what we feel and define as a need should be accurate, not everyone is aware of when they cross that thin line between the two and get all feelings confused.
Freedom in its very essence is a “need”, but the need to fly is a “want”. Humans can fly physically and emotionally; it could be achieved, but only by having a strong desire to do so. A craving, is it a need or just a habitual want?
Everyone craves freedom, actually rephrasing it…. Every one needs freedom. With “needs” there is no desire for more. On the other hand with wants the desire is endless. Wants are addictive and needs are prerequisites.
“I have all my needs sorted out, now I can begin my expedition. Oh, wait I need this as well. Got it! But what if I would want that too?”
That is how it begins and I end up feeling like I want a little more. Always a little more…
Lately, I have been craving for open skies and green lands. I long for a visit to home town. I yearn for a glimpse of real nature. And with a strong desire you get what you want. If not the exact ‘same’thing – ‘some’thing!
I took this while at a metro station. Honestly, far away from the city’s hustle, bustle only the skies are untouched. Now here is a view that’d capture all your attention, and bring a smile on your face.
Do you see a hidden UFO? Oh, just me?…… okay! Who really knows what is going on behind that white blanket?!? How splendid!
There is No place like home – your own place, your sanctuary. Lets stop the felling of trees and exploitation of natural resources so that our fellow earthlings. Can I call them that? I mean that way animals can live happily too.
Imagine one day the trees enter our homes and take all our furniture because, we took it form them in the first place and that too without asking. One thing industrialisation brings is the pollution and it is the worst. Is it worth the development? Should it even be termed development if it is not sustainable?
But there are pristine places far away from the chaos of cities, chaos is bearable, the pollution is just deadly.
This is the most favourite shot of mine. I mean look at that tree. It just called to me. Let it talk to you too. Oh the blue sky and the silhouette – just wow!
Above the clouds it is clearer!
Just some shots I took from a moving vehicle while I was going to my cousins wedding. Hometown… Oh, how I miss it 🙂
It is sort of like glass just be careful unlike glass the reflections in this one can get distorted. Do you see yourself or someone you pretend to be? At least reflections won’t lie.
Just a lovely shot from my walk with me friends at a beautiful lake during sunset. Occasion – party for the new job. Hope this one becomes not just a learning but also an experience that gives me exposure. Anyway what a view 🙂
One of the best states to be in is Full Consciousness. In this state of self-awareness just about everything is deeper and slower because you comprehend more that what meets the eye. And rather than being a tiring state it is actually a freeing one that makes us more patient than our past-selves.
Thinking is not our duty, comprehending is… The more we understand, the better we know and the best we respond. And instead of being in the confusing – what about this/what about that – mode we would actually be in a clear state of mind.
Games is not what our brain wants to play, it just wants to be playful not a player. Players are on this side and the playful ones on the other side (of the picture). Liberated!!
Rain and storms – summer treats 🙂
There is a huge difference in planning/thinking of dancing in the rain and in actually being out there.
Three Coins in the Fountain: Have you ever tossed a coin or two into a fountain and made a wish? Did it come true?
Have I ever seen a fountain? Oh yeah, that one time at that garden – I remember. Actually, fountains are pretty rare on this side of the world and the ones that do exist are more or less gifts from our
ancestors previous rulers, like the famous Mughal gardens. Oh, the architecture, the planning, the beauty!! Well in short everything about them is stupendous.
Everyone knows the Taj mahal, but the garden adjacent to it kind of gets over shadowed by the gigantic yet mesmerizing marble structure – it literally shadows the entire garden. Anyhow, these Mughal style gardens that are based on Persian architecture are scattered all over the northern regions (not so sure about the southern) and are definitely a thing of beauty during the sprig season.
Some of these (or may be even all of these) gardens are under special care and supervision. They are opened on a particular season for the common people to hang around and it is the only opportunity for them to take in the captivating beauty of nature’s creation coupled with an artisans vision. And that is where once, in year long time can, can a person see a fountain – worth seeing that is.
This brings me to the answer of the prompt – no I have not littered a fountain with coins. Fountains are not common here, let alone people throwing money in them. And when something like this beautiful comes under the protection of the state, well you do not dare to breathe near the fountain – forget about throwing stuff at it. You get the idea.
Although, I love the sentiment behind wishing upon a fountain. It just proves that hope goes long way in shaping our perspective. If you have thrown a coin in a fountain and wished upon it, like everybody else, and believed that you would receive your miracle, time would be the only thing between you and your wish coming true. Never stop believing!!
Now, of many pictures that somehow got deleted, one is left. Here is a fountain at a Mughal garden.
Oasis: A sanctuary is a place you can escape to, to catch your breath and remember who you are. Write about the place you go to when everything is a bit too much.
The scenic beauty of the wilderness, be it any place on this planet, captivates me, mesmerises me to the point that neither do I catch a breath nor do I remember myself rather I lose myself, and I think that is when you easily find yourself and are forced to breathe nicely. It sounds peculiar but it is not as deep as it sounds, when you are enjoying something… you have to forget the whole world out there and be lost in your thing, kind of like meditation. So for me the trees, the fresh air, the birds chirping, the dew drops, the green grass and the blue sky is what calls me but unfortunately that is the hardest thing to get especially while living in the concrete jungle – city.
I might be traditional in this manner but I like what is already given to us, simply the outdoors in its very natural form nothing special. For some reasons I feel very connected to it all and I just enjoy being out, standing still with my eyes closed, breathing it, and listening to the sounds of nature. I like to have fun there as well not just standing like a statue. Nothing a cold wind cannot fix and nothing is as freshening as a cold breeze on any given day (summer or winter, except when it snows). Nature is a thing of beauty for me, be it green and full of vegetation or full of sand dunes.
Although, music is another thing and so are books, paintings, soap operas, movies or working out… as I like to call them a way to escape the reality. They are enticing and amazing – the stories and the meanings (excluding exercise here) could be relevant or irrelevant but they always help us find ourselves, teach us lessons or inspire us. Also, It is very possible to lose yourself and your mind completely into something and anything that you like, but to feel like yourself while enjoying your method of escapism you need to focus onto yourself. It should make you feel at peace and the nature does that for me.