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| Puberty of the Mind... |
Its a brand new movie, but the same old scene. A thought from a Bryan Adam's number. How true. How very true! Your every attempt to find everlasting happiness is blown away with the wind. Get a bike,get a laptop, get an iPod and then what? You want better things. The one dialog with high impact is the one from the movie Fight Club: The things you own end up owning you. It is the same everywhere. It was the same with your mom and dad. Then you fall in love. Or may be you do a 'love for love's sake'. You coddle your ego and do the same to your lover's ego. Then one day your ego is just too sharp for the other person to handle. Its like, you can either be the pencil or the sharpner. In a very humane way and to put it bluntly most of the relationships are made to mollify the raging egos, to reaffirm our beings and cover the insecurities and shams in our lives. May be I haven't reached the level of mundaneness or maturity, whatever you may want to call it, where in I can understand that relationships are actually ships that keep you afloat. Well after all its about the choice you make while adopting a perspective. You usually chose the well defined, time tested perspective. The perspective that has been created out of a mass opinion of boredom. We all succumb to life. The mind just catalyzes the process. Because it is tonal. It has been toned. Toned by education, beliefs, logic, authority, parenting, love, desires etc. So do you think that you really have a choice? A choice to be enlightened than be educated, to reject what you dislike, to annihilate authority, unboxed parenting, freedom and acceptance rather than love, compassion rather than desires. You know its the puberty of the mind that asks such questions. Just don't care, they don't matter. Puberty ain't a creator, or is it? The puberty of the winter gave us the spring... The beauty of the violet flowers was nurtured during the surreal period between the two seasons. So would we ever be able to understand the mind, life, love or for that matter even our reasons to live. I loved a sentence I told my friend the other day: Life is but a mirror in which people look at different angles and see different things and assume what they see is the truth... Its just not possible to see the mirror being in front of it to peek into your true self & the real world... because the graveyard blocks that space... Death is only reality of life... Life just seems to be the puberty period before finally maturing into death. God, if exists, is one hell of a guy...
Visually speaking, I perceive and acoustically speaking, I perceive. Yes, I perceive just like the rest of us. But the confusion that is inherent to the very nature of the river of thoughts flows and springs questions about The Truth at every stone it encounters. Its a stage wherein the mind is neither a child nor an adult. The teenage for the mind lasts forever. The puberty lasts forever. Purpose is an elusive excuse after realization is drawn that nothing is going to last forever. Its the destination that beckons the body while the soul purges its sadness during the journey. The constant yin-ing and yang-ing of things and splitting them between the good and bad clouds the judgement of the soul.
The Masochist pounds himself to earn money... Inflicts physical pain upon himself not to be in one with God, but to earn an another tool for inflicting a permanent pain upon himself, its called money. A man made tool to disperse sadness in equal proportion. But we forget that what goes out will come back and what comes back has to go out... A beautiful phrase that I always remember in every phase is: "This too will pass." Some teacher in my school taught us, and it has been cemented in my very core, forever. Everything passes by. Like the dark cloud blocking the sun, like the sun which descends the horizon. Every feeling, relationship, riches, sadness, happiness, dilemma, hunger, desire passes by. They are ephemeral if you can conceive things on a larger perspective. The permeance of nature is so high that any flow is welcomed and change is celebrated silently, whence the tears of pain experienced for things lost in transition are mourned. Nature's anthem of change and the elegy of pain it causes is the most amazing jigsaw puzzle ever made. But they fit together once the ignorance is overcome.
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Posted by krishnablues on 2009-11-03 13:23:49 | Rating: | Views: 28
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