The idea of idea.

The very basis of our life is a secret to us, we know not a thing when it comes to our own body and mind. The complexity with which it functions and all the parts that come together to make it all happen are beyond our wildest imagination – the precision is astounding. Something for everything and everything for something, in essence of things, nothing about life is in excess or limited. It just is.

This make me wonder how and why do we even have thoughts. It is not something very physical – the activity of the brain might increase when one is thinking but what really is the source of a thought. If it were physical we would have identified it by now. But nope! I do not think there is any such explanation or exploration for the source of thoughts.

The cognitive faculties function only through information, that is to say that – something must be imbibed in us to to be expressed. Even an idea, or the idea of idea is possible because of the assimilated information. And that makes every expression and my blog post – yet another combination or mixture of existing thoughts. Thoughts that are basically not new, probably out of the ordinary but not extraordinary.

Dreams, another realm of thought process, just a little too visual than thinking in words. But even that has its basis in past and the present and if you constantly dream about the future – congrats you are a psychic!! – provided you are gifted and your dreams actually come true. Otherwise, it is just a projection of current events and your imagination is fooling you into thinking that you can see the future.

See, this is where logic is safe because 0 and 1, true and false – unlike the unreliable dream that you cannot even statistically establish whether it is predictive of the future or not. It is such a hit and miss with dreams. And so is life, what works for one does not for another and we still have no clue of what is real and what is not.

So, my question is are your thoughts even yours. And if your thoughts are not yours then how can the feelings be yours? We are one big pile of reactions to the external stimuli. They are real – yes! But they are not conscious but actually triggered – it is not about right or wrong, just awareness and I think that is something to ponder upon!

I am the cause of the new chain of thoughts that you have right now. Drop it or carry it on – that is all the choice! haha.

Simplicity is boring?

The other day I realised that, the more I focus on something, the more I find myself stuck to the imperfection of it. For instance, when you catch a glance of yourself and you notice that you look amazing but that one lock of hair is out of place… Boom! There you go. Now your entire attention and therefore energy is directed to that one thing which is messed up. Out of all the things that are right, we choose to focus on what is not right. Humans!

This comes from a deeper belief that simplicity is too simple thus plain boring! Is it not true that the more we add to ourselves, the more we have to fix it often. We went from being naked cave-people to modern day clean, on-fleek, on-point, overly dressed or under-dressed for every occasion, it only shows that we like to complicate things.

It is okay, we are evolving and so are our choices in life and life-style. But at the same time it is more confusing than before. And the way trends are forming, looking good is so important now. Strike that looking good is is not necessary, being selfie-ready is. Which is another proof that we focus more on the imperfection of things because one selfie is never enough – I always retake pictures for a perfect shot!

As far as looks are concerned this behaviour is not harmful, but it is seeping into other aspects of our lives. We want the perfect surroundings, perfect relationships, perfect people, neighbours, perfect world, basically we want order in an un-organised, naturally dis-ordered universe.

None of it is actually in perfect order, it is just in harmony with its imperfections and I think we can learn that from the universe. It is said to be ever expanding and if that is true, it can not be perfect at any given point in time. It is evolving but in a very simple manner and it is not boring but rather unfathomable.

This goes out to people of all ages, there is never going to be a point in life where you are totally satisfied because even the universe is continuously changing. You and I are minuscule in comparison to that. So, Let’s breathe easy.

Perfectionism as a habit can/will lead to OCD, actually it is a sort of obsessive compulsion to want everything in your life to be one way. Is perfectionism wrong? No, it is not. But the idea of imperfection is non-existential or merely human-made in my observation. Similarly, simplicity is not boring it is as perfect as being on-fleek.

Come to think of it how can we even define perfect? A rose plant with thorns is perfect or the one without it? And if the rose bush with all its thorns is perfect then why do we not call it a thorny-rose plant. It only goes to prove one thing that, perfection is a distorted idea because what makes something imperfect is actually a part of its perfection like the rose with its thorns. Perhaps, in a parallel universe it’s called a thorn-plant and the flowers stink but they look good together so they just let it be because they find it simpler that way.

Critical critique.

A moment ago,
It was too soon.
A moment later,
It’ll be too late.
I know it very well
Always the same bait.
But as someone said,
Be late than never!
I think I’m in this rut
Sort of stuck forever!
Critical as my critique is.
I could make it every time.
If it wasn’t for a habit.
Well…
See you at the deadline.

That one habit we all have, take it casually until the clock strikes 12 at midnight!

Ambling

I found it on my walk. The monsoon is making Mr/Ms. Snail happy.

 

Leave me alone… I am outta here!

Hey Mr. Snail, out on a walk?
“Did you just assume my gender?”
Errrr, I mean Ms. Snail?
“I am a he”
Oh hi, He.
“Stop it smarty pants”
Oh, okay.
“Let me breathe. Can you not see I am here ambling?”
That is some amble you got there Miste……
“Watch it…”
Myste…….rious magical-talking-snail.
“Good save kid.”
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You have got to be careful. Anything can be offensive (nowadays).

Fogged up.

Fog does look good on windows though.

Dusty but it is something  😛

I love winters and also the fog but when it is monsoon and you get out of a cool air-conditioned vehicle or room into the open – the hot, humid, wet climate, the first thing that happens is that your glasses get fogged up apart from the obvious wetness everywhere, it is quite annoying and at times embarrassing.

What do you do? Do you take off your glasses and wait for it to get acclimatized? Haha actually that is exactly what I do. It is a nuisance with no actual solution.

Another thing in the monsoon is unpredictable rain. It rains when it pleases, getting drenched head to toe and mostly toes because the roads and pedestrian are flooded and waterlogged even when it stops pouring but that is not the problem.  You get used to it. The real problem is not being able to see through glasses. Honestly, the dripping water droplets look good only on windows not on spectacles.

Traces and trails.

Is it meaningful to try to trace your steps back to something that was not meant to be? I do not think it is. But those who move on quickly are they heartless? Hmm… Some questions are not easy to answer but experience can give us some insight.

We leave traces and trails. What we ignore finds us, and what we try to find seems to run away and hide further from our sight. Traces, they are everywhere and we do not only leave them, we carry some of them. What we do is, we keep ourselves occupied with the traces that are behind us and miss out on the trails in front of us.

Having understood that we should not live in the past, we make a conscious effort in choosing our thoughts and focus on the present. But does that work? Is that enough? If we look closely we would observe that even though we think we are not living in the past or that we are not thinking about the past, the traces of our fondness and attachment to the past could be found for example, in speech, in eyes – the way we look at certain things.

Have you ever said that you have finally moved on from someone or something, but later realised that you still talk about it. The conscious choice of not having thoughts is perfect but the idea of “what it was like” stays so strongly etched in the mind that we speak of it highly and frequently. Some of us would even find ourselves seeking the same experience. Familiarity is nice but could become an obstacle.

Traces, that is what we need to to get over with and look for trails that lead into a new adventure.

Talk and talk

You said, I said.
A lot was said.
I heard you heard.
A lot went unheard.
My  statements.
Their statements.
My beliefs vs
What they believe.
Talked and talk.
Hear and miss.
You might just
Feel the bliss.
Zip and it up before
This goes amiss.

LOL or may be lol.

A friend can tickle,
Spots unknown to others.
Friends can act crazy,
Just for your laughter.
A small giggle a little smile.
We all shared them all the while,
In classes, in games,
In all the serious places it seems.
A joke, a wink, a smirk
Be it from miles away.
Still it works.
And A LOL
or a laugh out little.
But you know…
You want to burst.
So chuckle away!

Hatin’ n Lovin’

If they do not hesitate from hating then why should we hesitate from loving, right?
Even in the worst case scenario nothing would come out of either. But never start hating love just because of one failure instead we must learn to love the hate because that just might teach a hater a lesson or two about love.

And then again if you say people can not be changed that easily then just remember this very statement and do not let anyone change your lovin’ either.

Rumour

When you are just in a funny mood and not really inspired but you still want to write something like this happens:

(J)oin a few more dots.
(U)nder line all the extra facts.
(I)nside out should be the detail.
(C)ovet the most important tracks.
For (y)our rumour to be kneaded well.

Add (j)ust a little bit of spices.
(U)se salt as per your liking.
(I)n bits you may add the garnish.
(C)over it up while cooking.
(Y)ummy rumour-bun is a relish.

(J)ust a little sense hidden…
(u)nderneath all the confusion.
(I)n a cohesion (c)reate an illusion
(Y)ank open a rumour when you need it.
Do butter up for extra juicy bits.