It’s a funny
thing - life
Makes you stand
on a double edged knife
Such is its idea
of fun, I had no idea, none
And ‘Dear’, it
says, ‘the Game had just begun.’
I had this idea
of writing a dedication to life in the hope that I could be able to understand
it better when I’m through. Blame it on my mood but I wanted it to be a slap on
the face to the phrase ‘Oh Lovely, Lovely Life’- that in honey coated words woven
with the silken thread of sarcasm. In my attempt at the same, I end up making a
blatant complaint against life in a very loud and gaudy way. Like barfing a
nine course meal. Not neat at all. You are expected to be really neat when you have reached twenty three.
More so in the case of the so called sophisticated Graduates and Post Graduates.
Looks like the Education System here has pretty wide loopholes. Because I fell
through one of them. Unscratched.
It is marvelous
how the physical and psychological aspects of a human are so deeply
intertwined. Just the idea that something as metaphysical and abstract as a
thought or a deep muse is holding so much power that it can show its impact on
something as definite and explicit as the body itself is overwhelming. Why this
impact is higher when the muse is on the gloomier side is a question that is to
be pondered upon.
It starts at a
brain cell – just a slight prick
Then begins the
game of ‘pass-the-brick’
The needle moves
on, piercing each cell
The pain – in
words one cannot tell
There are two
occasions during which I worry about the size of my head. One is when I’m being
an idiot. The other is when it aches. Man, I can actually feel it – the
perimeter, the diameter, everything. And it feels small, in fact minute, when I
behold the colossal amount of thoughts it holds. Each thought writhing and
crawling and fighting to emerge out from within. Each thought, like it has its
own life. Oh. That brings me back to the topic we were talking about. Life. I
digress quite a lot.
…….
Wow. There I go.
Blank. Zilch. Nada. Nothing I can think of writing. Nothing to keep this
article going. Of all the trillion thoughts burning away in my brain, none
seems to be making it to the top of my head. It’s like crabs fighting to get
out of a well. Each one pulls down the one ahead of it in the race to make it
to the top. Wicked, isn’t it? Too bad.
They say
stagnation is death
Ask yourself, is
it true?
Bread when kept
away
Fungus it’ll
accrue
Fungus grows,
but death doesn’t
So stagnation
isn’t death
It’s a negative
growth
‘Pause, but don’t
stop’. ‘Think’. ‘Proceed’. ‘Life doesn’t give many chances.’ Blah blah. Million
things said, trillion advices given.
Whatever. Chill.
Live it, do not endure it. So what if there is a negative growth? Amputate it.
There are a few
teachers I really admire; who taught me ‘life’. Some in an hour; some over
years. One such person said, “Kill the Problem”. Problem is fragile. It dies
when you get over it. Avoid it, jump over, take another way, fight, but get
over it. Now no needle is sharp enough to prick your brain.
It’s a funny thing – Life.
