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..   

CONNECTING THE FALLEN PIECES THAT LIE BEYOND…..

Set your soul to a wandering spree

Let it be absolutely free,

For it needs to explore 

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Explore what’s around and even , what’s beyond…

It happens to seek,

Seek what might not be found….

So! “The denial” to wander, to ponder is very evident,

Is the evidence of “this denial” is what’s beyond??

Beyond “that denial” there could be “evidences” and “apprehensions”

Let the soul not buy those,

Let the soul discard ‘em, for they are free and frivolous

Let it joyfully thrive on thrills even if they demand a price

‘coz when it pushes and breaks that uncanny consciousness

It’ll find that there’s a lot that goes beyond…..

Unearthed Tale - 1

It was a blurry shimmering light that had hit my eyes and it was as if hope was calling me to itself and I did hug something and the moment I did, this happened:

I was walking on a path so so known yet so unknown. I kept walking miles and felt at ease, relaxed as if heaven was blossoming happiness on me. I was free; there was nothing on my shoulders at all. My mind was empty and there was no one to tell me about my follies.I had detached myself from whatever self I had been. 

I don’t know if I was aware of what I had been going through however big or small. It all faded in a jiffy, the moment I was alarmed by a voice that possibly came from within. “Welcome to the sombre reality…” I don’t know where that voice came from. but even though it was whispered into my ears by I don’t know whom, it came loud and clear.

I know for the fact that in whatever world I was, I was alive. I had energy, I was sane unlike the harsh reality that was going to turn me into a ruthless idiot, which I knew I was not.

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

AMY-THE ROCKSTAR

There is no denying the fact that all of us have passions. We are passionate about something or the other but there is even no denying the fact that at some point of time, most of us have to give up on our passions and take up things that we might not like, just so that we can make the lives of people around us better. My story is just a little more animated representation of what many of us go through when we are forced to give up upon what we love doing the most. This is my take on what happens when someone’s personality is taken away. 

In an office cabin, a man (30 years old, slight paunch, disheveled hair, sleeves up, totally wrecked) is leaning on his desk with a coffee in one hand and cigarette in the other. He’s all sweaty instead of the Air Conditioner in the room. His head is down and there is dim light in the cabin (constant sound of howling, taunting, screaming can be heard in the background. It’s as if someone’s giving constant ultimatum of all sorts could be felt haunting his head).

He closes his eyes and he is taken some 8 years back, when he was a young energetic muscular lad, these instances are still blurry (in this blurry scene there’s a guitar that’s playing some heavy passionate music as if some heavy weight champion is going to arrive and it’s a scene where only the lower part of the character is visible, the character’s wearing a rough jeans and sharp boots). As he’s reminded of this scene there’s a smirk across his face, there’s a transition from the slight smile to something more intense when he goes 4 years back and there’s again sound of scolding by his mother, and a lot of explaining by a male voice (probably father.

Suddenly his cabin’s door is banged open and a middle aged man enters and starts shouting:

Boss:  “Get one thing straight and clear … if, you don’t give me my targets, I’ll dart your ass off !”. (There is a slow motion and all the gestures and whatever the boss is saying appears in that form) during all this Amy has kept his head down, he slowly raises his head. A light shade of his face is in the dark and the latter has brightness.

He then smirks like a ruthless devil. The boss is slightly scared and confused. He’s quite startled at this gesture of his subordinate.

Boss: “I’mmm… aaaa.. giving you an ultimatum .. ok?” (while he speaks Amy slowly advances  towards his boss and holds the cigarette in between his  thumb and the index finger), he then smokes a puff at his boss and throws his cigarette that lands on the “TARGET SHEET” and he then says  with a smirk “you’re fired ….hahahaha”

Suddenly there’s voice from behind

Boss: “What are you thinking you dumb fool? … 2 days or you’re putting down your papers  (his phone rings and he says , oh! Yes sir, it’ll be done) and as he moves out he symbols two days and my eyes are on you!!!   The same target sheet is seen brushing of the ash from his shoulders and it mocks the same expression of his boss at him. Amy is left with acidic tears in eyes and he unwilling marks his way towards a pile of files which were slammed on his table.

POSITIVITY FROM THE PAST

Think big and positive,

be the murderer of murderous thoughts,

Combine your soul with enthusiasm,

bury sarcasm in lava gritted "volcanic slots".

Even when thorny thoughts fumble you down,

Only confidence can give
consider them as a good omen, heading you towards a crown.

"Jitters in spine" signify your perfection unsure,
 it is though an unsaid remedial cure.

So strive hard for your goal, don't let destiny defeat you,

work past your fears and get through.