Dreamer...

Just one of those phases in life when nothing seems to work, nothing can calm you down. The things that catch your attention are definitely not the ones you need that time. More importantly, the things that need your urgent attention just somehow are incapable of getting a hold on your thought leaving you miserable. Just when you need to be your conscientious best you end up with all the inattentiveness of the world. Just when you need to believe in the heavens inside you nothing can avert you from letting hell break loose. Just the factors that you need riddance surface and re-surface drawing from beneath your toughness everything that adds to your strength. Just the time that is hard to live and yet is crucial jiffy. You would close your eyes and wait for it to pass with panache just the composure is missing. The serenity about you could help but none for the quietude would brake an era. Just when I wish to tell all has hit a drought of means. Just when I wished lucidity my soul

Given a major portion of my life to it…some thinking about it and the other some trying to learn what actually it about is! Though now after all that time I still don’t know what I was here to know… all the while I have developed a feeling. A Feeling developed, neither of love nor reverence but complete aversion. Repugnance is not for the craft but the factual dexterities required to master the craft! I thought the craft was to display but a parade is what I must learn. Crafts have their language but the things that confuse me are the polished euphemism. The conveyance of skill needs a medium. There are men whose expertise communicates all that is worthy of getting across. Though, step in some middlemen who promote not craft but all that is other than that. All this not at the cost of the craftsmen or the crafts for those are entities far beyond reach but the impact of it is faced by the learners, the beginners… the student. Who is to distinguish between crafts and business when both

Could have called these musings but the profound use of the verb off-late has resulted in it not being just a thought but a “celebrity” off-late. Also the depths to be reached have transformed into soaring heights. I don’t really know what I mean there I just hope I end up reflecting what I want to. Wishing those reflections are intelligible by me too. For I assume that more often than not people see beyond what I had foreseen. All of these put together form something’s that I have no words for. Though I know these something’s form those things that call themselves the “whatever”. Hence, this attempt begins from the conclusion, beginning from that which is a CULMINATION, a CEASING. The process of emptying into one, leads to ‘the rest’ becoming ‘a whole’. This is all but obvious and nothing worth a mention. The fact, though, that it has been stated, stated again no different shows no reason but ‘DESPERATION’, the Desperation to talk, to be heard, to reach out and know a lot. So th