There are a diverse set of emotions under which a blog post can be manufactured. Yes, I literally mean manufactured, because it does take some pain on one's part, and also a lot of mental willingness to be putting up a collage of ideas online, when actually the mind is racing ahead, playing with a myriad of emotions. I very truly believe, that the mind is way too faster than the speed of light, and thereby anything else, and so writing down stuff might just make ideas evaporate into thin air before you can even completely note them down. Maybe that is the reason, I do not record many of my emotional faces on the blog. Sometimes though, I just write as a means to venting out built-up frustration, and today's post perhaps is one such raw post!
Something that has been disturbing me for quite a while now is the nagging feeling, of lacking something. For starters, it pisses me off big time, when people intrude into 'my space'. Well, this is something that happens with everybody, and it gets irritating when someone tries to influence your idea/decision, especially when you know what your doing is right in some aspect. Yeah yeah, I agree that everyone thinks his (in)action is right always, but sometimes on an ethical aspect, there is just no other way, when your ethically right and the other is ethically wrong, and both of you know that, then the debate of who's right just ceases to exist. So, it seems unjust when an unethical partner criticizes your action(s), and when you ignore too much of this, one day or the other, it just comes splashing out, like from a champagne bottle.
Sometimes the questions are even more fundamental, simple right or wrong questions, where the line of judgement is very blurred, and choices are very hard to demarcate. In a world where efficiency, street-smartness and shrewdness is ruling the roost, what chance does straightforwardness stand? What people take for rudeness, is at times plain straightforwardness, and that gets you the boot. That makes it even the harder to be straightforward, to not disguise your face and its various expressions each time a conversation happens. Also, the various delicate situations involved in being straightforward, make it a luxury not affordable by the majority. A lot of the pain in life though, I believe, comes from the reluctance to be straightforward. Well, again, it's a choice for everyone to make, but truly, the feeling of getting skinned because of standing up to the truth, feels much more comfortable than the feeling of staying afloat on lies. Again, it's just a hypothesis.
Sometimes, more out of an urge, than a need, we realize the zillion contacts, of people who were once very close to us, are no longer anywhere in our drawboard, and we want them back. It sometimes drives us to desperation, sometimes the same, for new contacts we want to make, it might sound crazy, but you never know when you set out on that crazy journey, but you do, everyone of you, at some point of time or the other, and that is the truth. The path, you go back on, to find them, takes you back on a journey of introspection, one which more so bold out your flaws, rather than your fine points, something we should be ready to take on the face, rather than hide from and keep away out of fear to face the truth. But do we do the needful? I leave it to you to introspect! Oh, and every human being has a threshold for everything, and I've met my ranting threshold. So, writing will happen sooner than later. Until then, introspect!
Something that has been disturbing me for quite a while now is the nagging feeling, of lacking something. For starters, it pisses me off big time, when people intrude into 'my space'. Well, this is something that happens with everybody, and it gets irritating when someone tries to influence your idea/decision, especially when you know what your doing is right in some aspect. Yeah yeah, I agree that everyone thinks his (in)action is right always, but sometimes on an ethical aspect, there is just no other way, when your ethically right and the other is ethically wrong, and both of you know that, then the debate of who's right just ceases to exist. So, it seems unjust when an unethical partner criticizes your action(s), and when you ignore too much of this, one day or the other, it just comes splashing out, like from a champagne bottle.
Sometimes the questions are even more fundamental, simple right or wrong questions, where the line of judgement is very blurred, and choices are very hard to demarcate. In a world where efficiency, street-smartness and shrewdness is ruling the roost, what chance does straightforwardness stand? What people take for rudeness, is at times plain straightforwardness, and that gets you the boot. That makes it even the harder to be straightforward, to not disguise your face and its various expressions each time a conversation happens. Also, the various delicate situations involved in being straightforward, make it a luxury not affordable by the majority. A lot of the pain in life though, I believe, comes from the reluctance to be straightforward. Well, again, it's a choice for everyone to make, but truly, the feeling of getting skinned because of standing up to the truth, feels much more comfortable than the feeling of staying afloat on lies. Again, it's just a hypothesis.
Sometimes, more out of an urge, than a need, we realize the zillion contacts, of people who were once very close to us, are no longer anywhere in our drawboard, and we want them back. It sometimes drives us to desperation, sometimes the same, for new contacts we want to make, it might sound crazy, but you never know when you set out on that crazy journey, but you do, everyone of you, at some point of time or the other, and that is the truth. The path, you go back on, to find them, takes you back on a journey of introspection, one which more so bold out your flaws, rather than your fine points, something we should be ready to take on the face, rather than hide from and keep away out of fear to face the truth. But do we do the needful? I leave it to you to introspect! Oh, and every human being has a threshold for everything, and I've met my ranting threshold. So, writing will happen sooner than later. Until then, introspect!
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