I beat them. They pop up! I again beat them. They again pop up! I will keep them beating till they don't pop up. They are listening. They are not interested in me now. I beat them finally.
Don't try to read this! It's futile. It's very personal to me yet I am daring to put it on a social website. In fact, you will not be able to make out anything out of it. However, I believe that if there's anyone just like me, which is next to impossible, he or she will unearth the meaning of it, though to some extent. In fact, this correspondence is not more than a diary that's incomprehensible. It's only me who can re-create the ME out of it. Something out of nothing perhaps.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
I want to be...What?
Change is the norm since inception. Safety was the purpose. The only purpose. But man lives by habits. So, here we are with over protection. Hoarding, security, more and more is needed to guard. We are not satisfied. Satisfaction lies in encroaching. It lies in lies now. Now, in fact, the question has tacitly been molded into 'what do you want to become'? Perfection has been inflicted upon us. The elusive goal is creeping into us. Every moment! We want more than more. Those who stand for a while become writers, custodians, artistes, famous personalities and get what they want. But then they start wanting more than more. The dialectical dilemma is being unfolded till we perish perhaps.
Friday, September 28, 2012
Beware of smiling frauds
Reality resides in compulsions, particularly in what hasn't or cannot be said than what is narrated. Language, in most of the cases is a veil of deception. To understand the other, therefore, listen not to what he says but give an ear to the silence he bears. Revelation is always sought than served. Beware of smiling frauds therefore.
Monday, September 24, 2012
Chosen Response
Responses, most of the times, are not what you mean but are what others want you to mean. Since you care, your fear perhaps, you response in accordance with their perennial psychological needs, entangled with your innermost desires. We exist in complete isolation, as man is all alone in birth and death, but painfully find our existence in tandem. This contradiction is supreme as it gives birth to all art and literature in almost all the cases. Celebration is catharsis and asserting one's right to live therefore. Freedom then is a figment of imagination, existing in the name of religion.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Agitation tank of impressions inside me...
Birth of a photo, in the previous times, in black and white era to be precise, wanted an agitation tank where we put a negative in D 63, its developer, to make it appear in grey shades. Agitation took place inside me today. Happy to make an impression clearer. No, I won't be compelling you to fall in line with my thinking. But you have to follow me as a part of resolution.
Good days ahead !!!
Good days ahead !!!
Saturday, September 22, 2012
A deceptive veil...
Emotions deceive more than anything else. A veil is created with amazing colours. A fascinating lie hangs in front of your eyes. It furls and unfurls repeatedly. Wherever you take your eyes, it goes with you. Behind it, lies the people, the holders of it. They don't want you to see them. They don't want to see you either. But they occasionally call you. They want to sing with you. They don't want to dance but. Because there is fear of losing the veil. But they call you often. And they will keep on doing it forever. Let them enjoy. And you also enjoy their deception.
Questioning the Response !
Why response every time? Why live by habits? Why tell others what you think? Why convince them? Why to want their love? What for? For whom? Why reaching them? Man is alone. Man is unique. So why this love and hate? Why this flip flop? 90% of the murders are committed by near and dear ones. Chop it off! Chop the fear! As soon as possible!
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