Imagine ... and imagination ... and a whole lot of shit ...

Sometimes imagination is everything ... 

( four words from jane austen )

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 This could well be just a piece of random arbitrary keys pressed together...or could well be the design of a chess board ... when kept unarranged would look something like this making no sense at all....                                           

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   Yet ... with a little bit of imagination ... could explain it as a road with police dividers on either side and the two similar ones on the left kept as if to limit the traffic flow....

   it could also be a freeze frame of a video game screen where there is a race going on and there's one "car" leading and well on its way across the 'chequered flag'...

  and yet it could mean just nothing ... 

   its this imagination ... this power to think of the unthinkable which so separates each from the rest... the various interpretations ... the various thoughts to cross the mind ... the various arguments put forth silently in the mind ... the criss-crossing of the ideas that crash and well clash ... the real whacky ones coming out in the open ... and then hushing it all up n rebuking oneself for being so very whacky with a wry smile ... 

  

   its this imagination ... which dreams big ...sometimes being mean... sometimes being unselfish ... makes you cry while thinking of the future as a living hell... makes u smile n happy while imagining it to be a smooth road ... gives you the power to laugh while thinking of the funny memories and gives you a high while looking ahead at the bed of roses ... suddenly realizing the presence of thorns and then thinking of fighting & sweating & struggling it out... and imagining yourself to be so very defeated ...

 

  its this imagination ... whch solely with the capacity to imagine so very reservedly changes your life ... keeps you updated with the present and keeps you in touch with the future ... so why does everyone run away from this power always belittling it... am not saying that everyone despises imagining .. am neither saying one should always imagine things ... but why are most of the people criticized for imagination? controversial statement,huh ? you bet it is ... but aren't most of the students told off for day-dreaming ? arent we always reminded that imagination leads us nowhere,its just the reality-check which will keep us alive ? many of you who will read dis piece will say "no way , imagination is in big time and keeping it active in various forms through the creativity all around need the power of imagination .. so what are you speakin?" .. but thats a very small percentage ... how many of those around us are really very genuine?? how many really do exercise their creativity?? most are more deeply engrossed in the books of success and would rather let curbing their natural flair for creative ideas for the mere craving for fame ...  trust me, not everyone has the power to day-dream... its always been propagated that its a mere waste of time ... but only those who really understand the art and feel it will be able to say that it can help you tide over various things in tandem ... and yes its an art ... and an art with the unique ability to overlap emotions ,wishes ,hopes ,dreams and reality ...

 So why not dare to dream and day-dream as well and keep the imaginative juices flowing...??

and why not with the late john lennon with his " imagine "

Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

The fugitive

Blinded by the light he woke up.

Tempted to sip the last drop,

Misty mountain tops surrounded,

Crowding the barren desert in solitude

He woke up.

 

The trail of the never before trodden path gone cold.

The eyes searching for one last route of escape.

Escape, was it?

The flight from his homeland,

The run from his loved ones,

The escape from his disappointments,

The fleeing from the truth.

It was indeed, An escape !

 

Lost amidst the sea of emotions

What else could he do?

But stare and see

At the remnants of his fast evaporating life.

Volatile smooth transition

Into the effervescent .

The decision had to be made and taken

With immediate effect

And no regrets

And he did.

 

He fled.

Ran with all his might

With all determination

With all intention to free himself

From the clutches of his grief

After all he had lost everything

Everything…

And he fled…

 

The mind took a drastic step

Leapt into the future

Overlooking the present

And ignoring the past

And it dared to hope,

Again.

And therein committed its worst crime yet!

 

Trust and faith,

Bounded in chains,

Were freed for eternity .

Left alone would have died a natural death

Messed with…

Death cast its hood over him …

And yet again he fled…

 

Today finally

Unable to launch himself

Defeat slapped him hard

He bit the dust

Soul torn apart

Till he could take no more

Wishing heartily he could wrench himself away

Futile wishes,

After all he still had to flee…

 

The fugitive had surrendered

Knighted by himself

He had to endure

He couldn’t…yet he was the fugitive

And he wasn’t supposed to be a master of endurance

The voice now said

“This is your last chance.

 Fail and you perish.

 Flee and you survive.

 Try and you win.”

 

Was he supposed to win?

He daren’t know

Survive?He wished hard.

Perish. Last thing on his mind.

In the end

He kept wondering…

Perhaps…

All in all he was the Fugitive…

As he stamped his signature on the coarse ground

The Fugitive …

 

Hollow-Man 2

  

Wandering along an unchartered road,

Looking across the walls of derision,

Striving for that unestimated want,

Leaving the confusion amalgam behind,

Diving deep into still waters

Disturbing the all serene calm,

Crashing through the blocks of lust,

Wading across weedy fields of haunt,

Unruffled by the creaking doors of hate,

Screechy screams screaming out loud,

Asking for escape,

That desired touch of freedom,

Ideals recollected;

No way out of this mess,

Hallow-ed by the Hollow;

Empty serene tranquil descending,

Pervading thoughts segregated by the Hollow,

Total peace.

Hollow-Man…

Basking in that afterglow…

Hollow-Man

No thoughts to speak about…yet so many thoughts just playing peek-a-boo…feeling hellish, alone, deserted … feeling so full of life…yet so very much incomplete…not at all into studies…not at all into anything…just scratching the superficial sub-layer of the wide stream of Everything…surfing the pages of “The theory of everything” by Stephen Hawking…bored…listening to sentimental rock…whoa a new genre of rock discovered and christened by me(or someone has already done it before me? ;-) )!!! … writing a couple of lines on word and then deleting…scratching the back of my head about what to write…thinking about the aimless-ness of my life…what’s the purpose???...”tum ho toh” playing…truly…what a life it would have been…pending exams…the ability to get help from known quarters on those days…to hell with studies…the lost friend’s memories…memories…a devastating word…brings back soo many things…no way…distract yourself boy!! … the long-impending hair-cut…the ponytail…tragic story of not a single photo being clicked of it…CHEMARADERIE’08…nice day it was…its preps helped me delve deep into something…DJ and the dancing…interaction…nice term…and whats everything without interaction??...1 year back…nooo not again…to HELL with memories…gotta rearrange my bookshelf…far too many books lying here and there…and also gotta make a trip to the library…wanna read Shantaram…but forgotten the name of the author…dammit!!...cant recollect…it used to be my specialty…was so damn good at quizzing and all…where’s all that gone now??...just lost all of that ability I guess…

happens…lost all motivation…hollow…feels just like hollow-man…whoa I’m the hollow-man!!...feels awesome…mastered an amazing ability to get into everything and yet stay just kissing the surface…numbed…or is it numb?...helps to stay in control…who is this speaking?...its my mind…nonsense…need a fag…lit the cig…curling smoke shrouds the front of the screen…”here I am” by bryan adams…my fav song…used to motivate me so very much…can it bring back that spark??...that spontaneous reaction of the feeling of going out there and conquering the world…seems so easy…its not soo easy…life’s taught me that the hard way…kept going and trying to no avail…memories again…O GOD!! What is it with this word??won’t it stop clinging onto me like a radio tied to my back??ever???...a quote comes to my mind…”One of the reasons why people hold onto memories so tight, is because memories are the only things that don’t change even when people behind those memories change…”…truly…be it for good or bad…now not again..no more philo n gyaan…too boring…distract man…need to learn playng the notes of the guitar..yeah meaningful workout…that’s what can keep me occupied now that the freshers welcome is over and nothing really to bide my time on…now the lyadh’s getting to me…the ever perennial JU lyadh ,fighting so long to take a stranglehold since the past 20 minutes, takes over…cant write anymore…

 

A small peek into the thoughts…others might not like it…dunt care…just felt like writing…just somehow feels nice..yeah even for this hollowman…lol !!...ending with another quote…”I’m propagating a unicameral form of idiosyncrasy occurring malevolently in the meritorious part of the claterubial brain…”…in short I’m remembering you…you see memories…I guess have to live with the fact that they’ll cheer me up and bog me down wherever n whenever…a confusing role they play…INDEED…

EGO

Sounds like a weird topic to start with ,or rather REstart with … been months (and by months I mean MONTHS as in double digits !!!)since I opened up Microsoft word on my pc and wrote down the day’s blog and then opened my blogspot account and copy pasted it,no plagiarism mind it!! [;-)]

 

Well lets get back to the point.why such a weird and way out of the range topic to blog on??The reason in just two words: ROCK ON!! Now how does a film just released get one to think such a mode of getting deep into senti stuff with egos and all?? Phew!! The story reminded me of the ego clash and the resulting consequences,hazardous ones if I may add!

 

Ego ,no one knows how it suddenly becomes all the fulcrum of the problems which arise.we keep blaming everything around us- the near and dear ones, the surroundings, the people around us, actually we don’t let go of any factor or thing which we cant blame, but why is it most of us don’t realize its our own ego which is holding us apart, distancing ourselves from ourselves only??? Human instincts give rise to ego and that is very natural,indeed ! But ego can also used in a very positive way too!!

 

Everywhere around me I notice people having ego problems with this person and that person, even I haven’t been spared. I have had my fair share of problems , egoistic ones if I may add ,but whatever be their nature trust me  I haven’t seen any positive outcome of this thing called ego! In the end its got an amazing ability to destruct the basis of the problem and the ones involved and it then gets into self destruction mode with the ones concerned realizing their mistakes of giving so much priority to their ego’s…and then the ego slowly gets ravaged but usually its too late by then,the actual and realistic thing has been destroyed by then…no use for the self destruction activity then,only repentance comes sooner or later,but scarcely serves the purpose!!

 

Just penning down this stuff maybe to just make a will from inside to try and not give so much importance to ego,might also be an appeal to those reading this(however bored they might be!!) to give more priority to other aspects than ego!! Most of us think why worry about all this now,when the time comes ,it’ll all be ok…’I’ don’t give so importance to ego and all…but the fact is all of us,YES ALL of us are egoistic in our own way…in some aspects of life, in some cornerstones of decisions, in some wild ways , in some truthful stares, in some solutions, in some problems…but it doesn’t take us very far does it?? I’m no philosopher nor any gyaani nor do I hold any post graduate degree in advice regarding ways of life,but from experiences in around me are some lessons which have gotten embossed in me…just blogged them …

 

Obviously wouldn’t have wanted to start or restart my blogging methods with such a negativity ensuring topic but couldn’t restrain myself from the itching to get writing again,n yeah it feels soo very great to write!! Doesn’t it?? And one more thing yeah, for those who are wondering whats the relation b/w this blog topic and “Rock on”,just spare yourself some time and go watch the movie,maybe you’ll be able to make it out on your own…so guys ROCK ON & BLOG ON …