Sunday, July 7, 2013
Solitude
Solitude brings out the best in you or may bring out the worst,if not channelised properly.Our mind is a big genius in itself and our heart is second to none either.While the mind has the power to think,overthink,analyze and comprehend-destructively or constructively, our ever-beating heart has a capability too,to control our thoughts.It is easy to shut those parts of mind which produce destructive thoughts and we all do it,frequently,knowingly or unknowingly. Coming back to solitude,i have on my mind an example of a lady i met at a library near my place,an year ago.She visits the library frequently and volunteers in events and reading clubs etc.I met her at one such volunteer event, and i found her to be quite a shy and a very very hard working person.While we were working together,she kept on working quietly and put her 100 % without taking a break,which really made me appreciate her and ask her about the reason for such dedication.And she told that years ago,in her youth,she used the resources of the library quite often and the books and other materials have helped her a lot in her career,and so she feels obliged to pay back for the good the library had done to her life.I was touched by the thought so deep yet so simple.In our rush to jump miles,we forget where we have come from and we hardly care, about the small things that have contributed in making us a better person.And here she was,at her old age,having problems,yet making it a point to pay back to the community.Another time,i asked about her family and she said that she doesnt have one.It was painful to hear that she lives alone.Wonder,how god decides on what to give and what not to give to a person??Does he make a list of do's and dont's? Whatever, i just wish everyone stays peaceful the way they are !
Nostalgia!
Everytime i come back to my blog,i am filled with a nostalgia and a lil bit of consciousness.Mostly, a feeling deep down that although by each day,there's a part of me growing old, learning new things, more on the lines of "with age comes experience", some of my initial writings still depict past states of my mind. States of my mind and a multitude of random thoughts at random moments, some of which are lost completely.But the writeups remain. Basically, writing is a powerful form of speech,silent but much more powerful and logical than speech. Such is power of your thoughts, that they create impressions in your mind before you blink an eye and you either hold on to them or let them go. Anyways,i don't have any agenda on my mind as always and am here to put my foot back on my page.
Let the grey cells work a bit and guess the subject of the below lines:
"What do you think and what you do,
No one knows,except for you.
Why don't you trust the heart when you should,
In a moment,you change "will" to "could".
And it becomes so difficult to choose the paths you lay,
leaving me alone to think while you make hay."
Mind,which keeps ticking all along, never stopping and over thinking just when it should relax(probably doing the opposite unless you know how to chill despite anything and everything :-))!
I feel lost after such a big break in writing...:-\
Let the grey cells work a bit and guess the subject of the below lines:
"What do you think and what you do,
No one knows,except for you.
Why don't you trust the heart when you should,
In a moment,you change "will" to "could".
And it becomes so difficult to choose the paths you lay,
leaving me alone to think while you make hay."
Mind,which keeps ticking all along, never stopping and over thinking just when it should relax(probably doing the opposite unless you know how to chill despite anything and everything :-))!
I feel lost after such a big break in writing...:-\
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