Sometimes I try to dart away from the ductility of time and restraining juxtapose.
How do I try?
I usually take long drives, alone through roads, mostly reticent, begetting the unifying peace and bliss. A drive that is imperative and subtle but immensely cathartic.
I had one yesterday, down a quite path with my favorite music to nurture me. For those who have this comfort, it’s like a silent exclamation in an unusual Narnia. Whenever I do it, I am moreover enveloped in silence, so profound that I’ll take the liberty of calling it sublime. It is one of those things where I can be me, where I can vacate all my inhibitions, all of my perplexity, all of my filth; ponder on almost everything and nothing.
And then I slowed down to gaze abstractly at the stars, wonder at the fortitude of the leaves on a tree, listen to the ambitions of the mighty wind, just to hold up onto something. There shall be no sound but my breath and the flirting breeze. So that I can be there for ages, only the chirping birds are allowed to shatter this silence, everything else shall be profane. It’s a strange sort of high, not viable to everyone. It is here where I can dissipate my unwanted energy, the awful downers, and the ones I don’t really want to think. Normally it takes longer to get myself into a positive mood, as sometimes I feel like I have a bizarre, mild form of manic depression. Sometimes I’m optimistic and driven, and at other times the apathy is overwhelming. And I am aware; as I always am that I cannot always step into a physical Narnia to escape negativism. But it helps, during times like this when I find myself slowly, but surely, gravitating towards an optimistic mood. It helps me to realize
“You’ll never find a rainbow if you’re looking down”- Charlie Chaplin
Every time I close my eyes
It’s like a dark paradise
No one compares to you
I’m scared that you
Won’t be waiting on the other side
Every time I close my eyes
It’s like a dark paradise
No one compares to you
But there’s no you,
Except in my dreams tonight
There’s no relief,
I see you in my sleep
And everybody’s rushing me,
But I can feel you touching me
There’s no release,
I feel you in my dreams
Telling me I’m fine
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– Insert the Liebster award logo in your post
– Thank and link those who nominated you
– (After reading the official rules) You also have to reveal 11 interesting facts about yourself!
– Answer the questions designated by the blogger who nominated you
– Nominate up to 11 other new bloggers.
– Ask 11 questions of your own to your nominees that they have to answer
– Notify your nominees about The Liebster Award
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11 facts about me (interesting or not; you decide)
1) I am an electrical engineer, working with a real estate firm. And I don’t like it at all.
2) I hate telling this about myself, but I am a procrastinator usually.
3) Zodiacally I am a diehard Libra, as am born in cusp.
4) I am a big Robert deNiro and Martin Scorsese fan
5) I love sports cricket, football anything I love them
6) I love food and love to cook, though not regularly
7) If I am allowed to play a character from one of my all time favorite movies, it would be Travis Bickle from Taxi Driver (1976)
8) My Guitar makes me at peace. Its harmony for me.
9) I like coffee and books, they are perfect match to me, like love and life
10) I desire to own a café someday, Indian-Italian kind, where I could serve best coffee in town, and offer books for free reading.
11) I love cosmology and its mysteries, the endless possibilities it pays.
MY ANSWERS TO THE QUESTIONS ARE:
What are you currently doing in your life?
Professionally I work in capacity of an electrical & maintenance engineer with a reputed real-estate firm. And be sure I don’t like it at all.
Personally, my incognizance is too prudent to figure this one out.
What did you want to become when you were a kid?
Truly speaking I always wanted to be Batman, was infatuated by the gadgets and heroism perhaps. Though, I still want somewhat similar attributes.
How far will it take you to become the person you want to be? Or have you reached that state?
I reckon I am in lacuna of it, that Delphic state, still seeking what I wanna be. But for sure want to be a good, noble, kind man that lived with generosity and love, perhaps it might take my whole life to be that way.
What is the most liveliest, most beautiful memory you have?
The day I first saw my new born brother, that would be the most beautiful memory till date. His closed eyes meant dream to me and the touch of his fingertips were divine.
Liveliest would be when I first got picked for under-15 cricket team.
Would you like to change anything in your life, maybe your past or present?
Yes, my insolence towards a few, in the past. It would be pleasant if it could be eradicated.
Who do you cherish, love the most in this world?
That’s easy, my family. I don’t particularly tell them that often but they mean the world to me.
What is that one thing you will choose to do, even if a million dollars were offered to you to stop doing that?
You gotta be kidding me, million dollars are heck lot of money :P…lolzzz
Perhaps, love for literature or my solitary indiscreet sketching.
Where in the world (if you had your whim) would you like to live?
Paris, most probably
Its said cities have sexes, London is a man, Paris a woman. So I would like to explore Paris then, I like how this city offers the knack, the charm, the intellect and conjecture that somewhat intrinsically defines a woman.
Who is your favourite author/poet? Quote your favourite lines.
That’s not fair altogether, but still if I had to then I would pick ‘Munshi Premchand’ for his courage to write sanity and ‘Charles Bukowski’ for his courage to write insanity.
Quote: Out of many I would pick these,
“The intelligent have plans; the wise have principles.”
“It is in the heart that the values lie. I wish I could make people understand that a loving heart is riches, and riches enough, and that without it intellect is poverty.”
“People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lacked the ability to feel or love.”
Why do you write?
I always had echoes in me, good or bad I can’t shout, but they were always there. I wanted to paint my recluse somewhere so whats better than writing. So, I would say I write for myself basically, it gives me peace.
What does ‘being happy’ mean to you?
‘Being happy’ for me is being loved and loving someone out of my soul, out of everything. Doing things which brings me satisfaction, peace. An act of benevolence or something. Eating with people I love.
Though I consider myself to be too lazy for it mostly
But it is always immensely gratifying to receive an award,
This comes from a very talented blogger friend aditilibra11 (please do check her blog in case u haven’t ), she has a more than a wonderful blog…… full of craft, art, poetry and what not and I bet you won’t stop eulogizing
Rules for this award :
Thank the person who nominated you for the award.
Add the One Lovely Blog logo to your post.
Share 7 facts/or things about yourself.
Nominate about bloggers you admire and inform nominees by commenting on their blog.
7 Facts would be :
I am one hell of a lazy brat (as per to my Maa), but I emit high octane energy on football field 😛
I am a big Robert deNiro and Martin Scorsese fan
I reckon myself to be in blend of being a sapiosexual and demisexual
Also a procrastinator and perfectionist and hence remains an unsatiated soul mostly.
I am a foodie and love to cook, though occasionally but still love to, well specialty being ‘Spaghetti Bolognese’.
I love cosmology and wonder how it brings endless possibilities with it
My Guitar or Books heal me, be it Bukowski’s poems or short stories by Anton Chekov or Munshi Premchand.
It’s not always that I intend to be a poet or a writer or an artist or a guitarist or a sportsperson or something exceptional, I just want to do things that are categorically positive, almost everything, and that is what makes me surgical. That’s why may be I dwell between cynicism and realism all the time, quarrel in my own mind, in my own tusk, lunge between what I want to do and what I think, and that makes me critical.
I consider myself to be partly materialistic and the other part abhors the materialistic side of me coz it demands too much. I almost every day meet people who shags on materialism, the propriety of society and its flavors and almost every day don’t get them, but still have a sense of respect for them coz atleast they are not baffled personalities and know what they want from life, no matter it may eventually be redundant, but still is acceptable. They feel pleasure in discs, at parties, at museum, movies, eating etc. and I too feel the same, but then that pleasure is not absolute, coz may be that ‘absolute’ pleasure exist only in love or don’t exist at all.
And then I pause, stalk my thoughts a bit, wave the poetic and un-poetic versions of me and pray, God bless us, bless us all. May there be love for everyone and then there will be clarity.
P.s. Hopefully I had made some brains, because if I didn’t its deterrent many a times I don’t.