HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY

Every single day belongs to you and every single day is incomplete without you

I’m incomplete without you . . . . . .  

It’s not just this day that I choose to admire you, for me every single day and every single moment is about loving you like mad knowingly or unknowingly.

For me every single moment is about looking around for you even for the smallest breath I take even though I might not just say it every now and then.

Believe me, however much you might take care of me, I’ll still yearn for your care even more because that’s exactly where I feel warm and safe, it’s as if that’s the elixir that keeps me alive.

If it’s about being grateful to you for all that you have done for me, believe I shall be doing that till the sands of time vanish away and even beyond.

If it’s about celebrating the fact that you are my mom, believe me, I have been doing that ever since I was born.  

PS: I love you mum and happy mother's day 😘

Should I speak my mind?

Should I speak my mind?

I speak when I speak; I speak sometimes about the unspoken. The question is when do I speak? I don’t know when but when I do, I have this uncanny ability to speak at length. Yeah! People find it unsettling when I speak so to speak. I know though I am not so sure if I am making sense but hey! I deserve the right to speak just like any other existing soul. For if I am stopped, for if I am warned, for if I am jolted and told not to at every instance, isn’t that unfair but yeah! who am I to say that. From what I perceive from the receiving end, I seem to have snatched what I believe has been snatched from me. I intend to stay good and after all, that’s exactly what counts to stay in the good books, of whom? I don’t know. What I know for the fact is that I  just can’t seem to fall down in my own eyes, I love my senses, I love what seems at times impertinent and senseless to others. I don’t mind saying sorry if you will, if that suffices your ‘ego’, if that puts in a delusionally high state of life. God bless you! 

#speakyourmind

Mindrilla

MINDRILLA

Human mind depicted as a destination in itself

Once there stood a place called “HUMAN”. Within this place lied a hazy-mazy destination of “MINDRILLA”. None of its residents could decipher the end of this labyrinth. It was formed of zillion twists and turns. Some turns were easy to decipher. One could crack them within seconds, whereas there were some turns that took people an eternity to even get a feel of what they were about and god-forbid if someone lost himself or herself in one of those turns, they literally had to find a way out of hell. Rugged paths mingled with pitch black darkness and topped with unnerving outer sounds, these dreaded paths, the unknown tracks were the ones that not even the most courageous traveler would dare to take.  The inhabitants, therefore, considered it better, not to start off on an unknown track.

Outside the walls of this maze, one could listen to a variety of buzzing sounds. Some presumed the sounds were sweet and soothing whereas others presumed that the sounds were jarring and scary. The sounds prevented the residents to even think of getting out, leave aside finding a way out. So, what prevented them to stay inside and in a way suffocate was the mere feel of this place. It made them calculate, decide, analyze and everything that would keep them out of danger but there was no thrill, no fun that would have made them happy.

 Happiness was something that the inhabitants had heard of but had no idea of what this thing actually was. So, it so happened that one day that one of the residents dared to explore the very end. So, He walked and walked past all the nooks and crannies and the passages that spanned miles.  Even if he reached a dead end, he took a turn hoping that it’ll take it to the ultimate end. The mere process of exploring the way out exhausted him and at one point in time, he was breathless. He immediately wanted to hold back, the very thought of getting out yet, at the back of his mind he was sure that reaching the end would be blissfully satisfying. At that penultimate end, he knew he would attain the freedom that he so desperately needed. Yes! Freedom, this was what he exactly yearned for, even he had to run out of breathing.

FATE AND FORTUNE

Fate and fortune, seemingly opposite, yet, quite similar in character. One’s a master  and  another’s a minion. Let’s just have a word with each one with absolutely no intent to reach anywhere…

I see fate that you are weighing heavy on me and what I know for the fact is that it’s not just me VS you it’s me VS you and your various minions.  What pleasure do you take in first pressing your targets against an imaginary wall by their throats as if they are nothing, as if your ultimate intention is to squash them and put to them to their eventual end, but no! you want to be entertained. Once you see your targets cry in pain and agony, when you see ‘em groaning you then sooth ‘em and how? By sending one of your prime minion – namely fortune.  

Mr. Fortune, you seem to be an expert in luring. You seem to be a master at playing with intensity which I guess is your weapon. People call themselves being “fortunate”. Why don’t they understand that the very word says “fortune-ate”. People think, it’s as if they have attained fortune, it’s as if fortune is within their grip but the reality is that fortune gulps people down without a hiccup….The fortune after having eaten people drags ‘em to its master, the very gigantic, Mr. Fate.

The only way of not getting eaten or not being pressed against a wall, is to simply not let this master-minion duo approach you. Although that’s almost next to impossible since either now or later they’ll block your path …

What's Randomologies All About??

Ya!! What's Randomologies All About?? 

If I go on justifying the purpose of the title of my blog, it would completely defeat its purpose but having said that I won’t even deny the fact that the word Randomologies is probably a word that does not exist and therefore, I would like to give a sort of backdrop to it. Actually, there are many things, instances, thoughts that won’t have an existence unless they are expressed, comprehended, told and brought to the real world. Randomologies is just that comprehension of giving shape to the many thoughts or feelings that at times die just because they are not told or expressed.

There might be times when a reader would think “dude! That’s something that I would not have  thought or I might just not think that way”, to this I would say “Fine! I completely abide by that”. Everyone has a perception and so do I and probably I have a very unconventional way of comprehending things. To put it in simple terms, through this blog I aim at “giving my spectacle to the reader”. Again, there happens to be a purpose behind that. Certain feelings or thoughts or any such thing for that matter cannot be told directly for the simple reason, that it might be very crude and indigestible for many but if the same thing is presented creatively, it will surface it’s meaning and would be entertaining at the same time.   

Randomologies is about Stories and instances that come straight from the heart, even if they don’t make sense for once. I don’t know if there’s any purpose to this blog but all I can hope is that be it the writer (that’s me) or the reader (that’s you), we are both gonna have a lot of fun writing and reading..   

A SENSLESS ABSTRACT…..

Feeling exhausted, beaten, put down? 

That’s probably because you’ve been too sensible…

For a brief moment or moments at large, if, offcourse you will, let’s just put our senses away and talk senseless…Yup! Let’s just speak whatsoever comes to our mind and let our heart first and then of course mind speak.  Wait! Let’s just go back to that… Isn’t it like we are first feeding our mind with something and then letting it have its say? May be yes, after an ever so exhausted day, our mind finally gives up. Not that it permanently shuts but it kind of says “dude! I’m done for now, say what you want to and by the time you’re done, I’ll be recharged to speak again...”

The whole goddamn day and even during some part of the night we are supposed to make sense and making sense drains the hell out of us. Talking sense makes you think and most of the time, it makes you think a lot. It makes you think more than what is within your  sane faculties or what's within your sensable capabilities. Doesn’t it eat most of your energy? I guess it does. Even after you are almost eaten, the rest of you (if and only if there is something left in you) has still, a lot of exhaustion to take.  

The rest of you, still has to take that crap “no! your sense still has to have some sense so that it is not called NONSENSE!!!” With our sane faculties, we at times become completely coward. A senseless heart and mind just doesn't give way to stoppages, it says "go haywire, get bruised, get hurt but enjoy, enjoy to the maximum.." 

I don’t know if I made any sense at all and I guess not making sense was my eventual and ultimate purpose. Hey! I have got the next cue – Purposelessness – a doorway to an exhausting sense. I have set the stage guys, go ahead light the fire and speak your mind, however senseless it might be...

I DREAMT WITH OPEN EYES.....

Whatever it was, it was certainly not less than dream. For a few minutes, I lived a life where there is absolutely no permission to monotony, where there is immense happiness, immense pleasure and a whole lot scope to better yourself. I, for brief few moments I detached myself from where I am and went to a place that was always mine, will always be mine, MY ROOM. Yeah! My very own room at my very own home…

I imagined/ dreamt myself bettering my room every single moment I stood there and with whomsoever I stood there, I researched and worked my way out to paint the walls of my room all by myself and it was probably not in one go, I did this step by step, slowly. The process was not just a normal way people go about painting walls but I did it in a more comprehensive and in a more creative manner.  Say for instance, I made a hand (all in 3D), a beautiful hand which held my guitar while it was hung on a nail (the hand was made in a way that it completely made the nail invisible).

And it was not all just creativity. For instance, there are petty things that are not there and in this partially vivid dream, I filled my room with those. I gave my cupboard/s a lock, removed unnecessary items which populated my room for no reason. I cleaned every nook and cranny of my room systematically.

I also a felt  a presence of people of varied ages who indeed wanted to help me. They were PEOPLE/ COMPANINONS AND FRIENDS WHO THOUGHT AND SHARED THE SAME MIND AS I. They were simple, unbiased, vibrant, open, fun loving, people I wish to be with, people I could connect to, people who mesmerised me to believe that yes! I feel exactly as you do, people who were likable.

I perfumed my room with a soothing room freshener. I made that room completely mine and slowly and steadily transformed it the way I wanted it to be. There were certain things that were very vivid, things that I could see myself doing but  there were things, which I am sure are awesome but they were misty  and they would possibly won’t come to the scene unless this dream, A DREAM I DREAMT WITH OPEN EYES  comes to reality.

For the very first time, for few moments/minutes, I encountered bliss, I encountered happiness. I won’t say that the room I imagined, my room that I imagined was the most luxurious one, but whatever it was it gave me immense happiness, pleasure and accomplishment. It gave me a reason to live A LIVELY LIFE

AESTHETICS

When eyes confer the title of beauty onto a scenario and an approximate or exact perfection persists, the phenomena of aesthetics comes into being. Aesthetics magnify the perception of looking at things to such an extent that if considered on a positive note a person appreciates even the minutest part of a composition. For a person who’s observant, has an eye for judging things at a micro or at a macro level and most importantly loves the world around, aesthetics knowingly or unknowingly resides. It’s more of natural phenomena than theoretical explanation.

The principle of aesthetics resides in every element of the universe and it’s attainable by everyone around but to be able to comprehend the beauty of something is sometimes beyond imagination. Sometimes it naturally occurs even in the most intricate sites and attracts an individual but when asked to narrate, a person becomes spellbound for the simple reason that certain things even if they’re beautiful are hard to explain; only people who frequently come across such complexities can explain what they actually have witnessed.

For instance let’s take into consideration a scene where there’s a table on which there’s an earthen pot, a nominal pot with not much textures or intricacies hovering on it, a glass with water is kept aside, there’s a window with simple curtains that partly fall and subtle sun rays illuminating the glass with water, the pot, the sun, and the curtain. If you ask a person with minimal artistic or no artistic sense to comment on the existent situation , a probable reply would be “what’s so special, three nominal objects that one perceives almost regularly and even ignores…” but when you ask a painter or  a  photography or an equivalent individual the reply would be “ interesting!!! The sun rays would spectacularly illuminate all the three objects in a gradation, depending on the direction the degree of light falling on all the three objects could be photogenic/ worth painting and placing them in a certain order would make a great composition. . ”

The world is getting more and more polluted by the moment, and it would rather become suffocating if our eyes would just narrate what polluted and smelly elements that it attained to our mind, there are sites or scenarios that are refreshing and refrain or block unnecessary stress and  As mentioned earlier anyone in this world has the capacity to appreciate the beauty and freshness that is seen around but only people who take time to keenly observe what they see can comprehend and to do that. We need to see things in various dimensions as a camera does, when we’ll do that we’ll be able to extract even the most hidden aspects of what we actually had seen. Believe there’s a lot depth and realism in what we see daily and it’s moreover so interesting that we can easily deviate our minds from stress to trance, from hell to heaven …