Just thoughts...

Forever in the pursuit of perfection, A blind eye to the present tense State of frustration when things go haywire Control lost and visions blurred... Energy coiled, compressed and ready to spring Ideas vivid and plans aplenty  Waiting in store for a scary monotony Towards the end of days of being carefree... Podium finishes mar the competition A race to win for everyone Routine of earning a wage awaits Approaching it with being tensely aware... Dreams no longer of knights and dragons Adulthood no longer just a number crossed Seriousness seeping through the crags Nooks dusty and farewells rehearsed... To a life of abandon reaching its end Done with thoughts of morose mockery Why do we mould ourselves to fit in Being just another brick in the wall... Growing up with a shoulder readied To carry a responsibility we never asked for Fitting into a construct defined by invisible hands Approvals and denials stacked in abundance... Individuals with flaws...

  The need to be away from the constant onslaught of media in a wide variety of forms sometimes makes you ponder. To think about the depth to which we all have been taken over by technology. 1. Pause the yearning for acceptance...  Many a social networking sites have created an entirely different world aloof from the real world. The one where all of us have a presence and a virtual persona. The earlier you are hooked on to a social media platform the more you feel the need to be accepted. The reactions, likes, +1s all of them adding to our own little box of happiness. To feel acknowledged. The solution lies in realising that our real personalities matter much more than our online presence and the fame we gather there. 2. Choose your feed wisely.. It is all but inevitable to have a presence online on some form of media in the least. To choose who you follow and the pages you like goes a long way in harming or helping you. The feed which we scroll through leaves...

    'All Indians are my Brothers and Sisters..' these words repeated with their own added modifications in our school days during the mandatory pledge at assemblies mean much more than what meets the eye. The mandates and definitions that these mere words bring along can span many a tomes of literature. 193 years ago an Indian captivated an audience consisting of people from a multitude of races and ethnicities by addressing them as 'Sisters and Brothers...' . The purity of emotions that come along with this bond is incomparable to any other. The primary reason to address our fellow countrymen as brothers and sisters was somewhere lost in translation from heart to papers and then on to the first page of every textbook printed for a school kid.    The inherent sense of affinity for the people we live with irrespective of any prejudices which history has brought along is the way ahead. Shedding aside the glasses of pre-conceived notions about the people we m...

            There come times in life when we feel surrounded by the worst of adversities and nothing ever goes right. Every action of ours seems misinterpreted and always results in some disasters. The worst of feelings when the world seems so unfair and all we do just seems to go wrong. These days test us and the strength of our character. The true power which comes from a single source called 'faith'. The only remedy to the monster we created in the expanse of our mind 'self-doubt'. When you feel like no one can understand what you are going through and do not feel like interacting with the human world. Even the ones who care and the ones who matter seem insignificant and just another unbalanced variable in the already messed up equation of life. Why is that all we do ends up in shambles. Is it that we don't deserve to succeed? Is it that we are just not up to the mark that we always thought we were at. The self imposed critical thought that immersing in...

 The transient life that flows all around and the moments sprinkled in this montage of time make one wonder about the little joys and the tinges of sorrow tangled in this web. The timeless beauty of moments we let sink in and affect the very foundations of the lives we lead. Every one writing his or her own story flipping through the pages at a pace unknown to the writer. The words marked upon with a permanence unavoidable by the mightiest. The moments that find their niches in this tapestry laid out for one to create, have their own way of touching lives. Some find mentions, some chapters in the book of moments of others. Finding their way to their hearts and some staying beyond the short lived phases and phrases of memories. Time flows by on its own never-changing pace while one treads around collecting snapshots of frozen time. The moments that linger on the edges of the deep abyss of the mind. The moments hidden deep away in the recesses while some lost in the crowd of newer o...

To stand still in the crowd around here, Mulling over thoughts and ideas yet unclear.. Many and more hustling beside you ever,  Talking, fighting shouting wanting to sever.. World rushes by on its own pace carrying one, Waiting patiently in the moment, you watch the fun.. Being alone in the mob that thrives on fear, Making ends meet, jumping places only in wear.. One goal followed by the other adding to the list, Each grander the previous yet fumbling in the mist.. In the pursuit of mystical Utopian dreams, Tugging hard, reaching extremes bursting at seams.. The cacophony subdues the wordless song within, A little voice wanting to be heard over the pressing din.. Muddled in the marshes of murky thoughts, Being led deeper into the city of gears and bots.. Then comes a time where all seems a ruffled mess, Tougher to plan or settle or even bother a flimsy guess.. Viscous vibes on the cusp of a curious realm, Full of silence in the chaos with none at the ...

        Millions and then zillions of thoughts and possibilities clamour for attention in  the vast expanse of what one defines as the mind. Every moment, a thought leading to another. A linked list with a blurry and faint hint of a back pointer to trace the original one. The chain expands in myriad ways and unthinkable possibilities crowd and threaten to to push you over the verge of accepted levels of sanity. Mundane conversations at times or even a tiny old nagging thought is all it takes to tick you off. The person very much responsible for the idiotic state of mind is more often than not just you. Your subconscious somewhere realises that it really isn't even a topic demanding your attention,  but you give in to the indulgent pleasure of going with the flow. To remove the barriers and self imposed censors and open the dam walls of inhibition is a relief. Somehow the little thoughts and reactions to something considered important, cluster and accumu...