World of Small Things

"I am too fond of the stars to be afraid of the darkness"..... Dear Readers. A warm feeling of homecoming overwhelms me when I address you. I was turning the non existent pages, that so appropriately arranges the random thoughts that rain down from the tempestous abysses of my mind.I rewind to my last post - 'Kaleidoscope'. I find it amusing how our minds are so much similar to the quaint device.We keep turning a kaleidoscope and when and stop only when we see an unusually attractive pattern ignites our fascination.Similar to that, we keep tossing and turning our mind our efforts give rise to a thought that sets our imagination ablaze. It is at moments like those when I come to my blog to spill these thoughts,to prevent them from diminishing into mere fading reminiscences. As I sit in the balcony,the dusk is slowly dying ,bleeding darkness.The last of the light was scattered in the sky. A scarlet and lilac hue now took over. I heard thunder in the distan...

Dear Readers, Here I return to dispense my thoughts into this pixelated pensieve. I return as the bud of a new year starts to bloom into a thorny,blood red rose. As I write,the Orion in the velvety night sky points his arrow at a target beyond the comprehension and perception of mortals. The beautifully arranged stars somehow beam hope. Gives me joy.Gives us all a mystery to ponder upon. Should we accept to do so. Just think about it. Those burning celestial bodies are millions of miles apart,they exist without the knowledge of the existence of each other. They exist, not knowing the fact that after the sun sinks below the horizon, they form a grand masterpiece on an endless canvas that departs hope to the insignificant beings below them. I think we humans are much like this constellation. Humans live far apart,strangers to each other. Unknown to them,they are knitted  together by the fabric of this universe,forming a truly beautiful pattern or creation. Focusing back t...

                 Dear Readers, When I return to my 'World of Small Things', I am accompanied by a stranger who visits me every year in strange and beautiful disguises. Though the 'stranger' seems cold hearted and ruthless, I enjoy his presence . Yes, winter has arrived. With the cold breezes of winter ,the crisp air and the dampened sunlight, I felt that the 'stranger' was conversing with me. I sunk into my chair and then....listened. The sunlight was now a mesmerising mix of lemon and mango yellow. When this yelclow fell graciously upon the luscious leaves, I thought- 'Déja vu'. I was thinking of my favourite tree. The Cherry blossom. Not any random cherry blossom. The magnificent cherry blossom that stood majestically bearing the cold British winds. The cherry blossom on whose branches , with the uncontrolled imagination of a child  had built up palaces of thought.  At the tips ,along with the baby pink flowers, my...

Dear Readers, When I return to my 'World Of Small Things', it seems like returning to a cozy abode ,which in my absence,has turned dusty and grey. I can almost breathe in the whiff of staleness. This little space of mine in the digital ocean is truly a bivouac ,where I rest for a while in this battle called life.  Summing up, I hope this post blows the dust off these old pages. I have not decided any particular direction that my thoughts will follow ,or any point where these words shall terminate. I shall see where my chain of thoughts takes me,for it is truly intriguing to follow undestined paths. That itself is the heart of exploration. I can see the monsoon season readying to bid adios. It is shedding its final tears of goodbye in sprays ,drizzles,out-pours and bursts.  Somehow, the rains failed to mesmerize me this year. At one point I thought my capability to enjoy it has been dampened by the harsh real world. But no. This time the rains were almost m...

Dear readers,  It has been such a long time since letters blotted these pages of pixels. Invisibly these pages have turned dusty, brown and old. I hope these new words will rejuvenate the passion that fuels the 'world of small things'. For the first time, no burning thought is steering my mind.Random abstract thoughts compelled me to write. I guess and hope that this post will induce a feeling of being lost in the undefined beauty of an abstract painting. Scattered and odd, but igniting the flame of thoughts.  Now I stand at the very verge of that voluntary leap into the unknown abyss of the real world.And my feelings are no different from the literal situation. Pumped by adrenaline but bound by the fear of the darkness of the depths below.  There are some things in my life that seem so insignificant, but have a profound effect on me. For example, the view from my window.Those who have read a few of my previous posts are familiar with the fact that my window is like a...

                                                                                                    I woke up from my daydream....  The hot steam rising from my coffee ended my trance.I sit back and fill my self with the coziness to blend in with the clouded,rainy weather. So here has arrived another monsoon to cleanse the earth,to rejuvenate my mind.Outside as I look through my window,a curtain of raindrops had formed ,obscuring the scenery in a most beautiful way.Its wonderful isn't it when everything becomes more colourful when it is raining?Almost like if an artist is brushing in more colour to his old dusty painting. A drenched mynah flew down gracefully and sat on the concrete beam adjacent to my window.Its feat...

That's been one of my mantras - focus and simplicity. Simple can be harder than complex: You have to work hard to get your thinking clean to make it simple. But it's worth it in the end because once you get there, you can move mountains. Steve Jobs Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication. Leonardo da Vinci Don' t get me wrong, I admire elegance and have an appreciation of the finer things in life. But to me, beauty lies in simplicity. Mark Hyman = = = = = = = = = = = = = = ============ == = = = = = = = = =  = = = = = = = = = = Life today is complex.Since we now classify sophistication as progress,we can definitely say we ,the human race has progressed indeed.We say we have crossed  gazillion milestones,traversed thorny paths which led to success and have succeeded..... So,what have we achieved?Let us ponder.We have entangled ourselves in a web of complexity.We have created clever flattering masks which efficiently impresses the society and we have re...