Where to stop

It feels weird when you ask your brain
Fetch me some happy memories
And it shows dark and empty wall
Then you yourself go all the way down
Searching every folder, file and safe
This is where the categorisation begins
Between happy and sad
Between good and bad
Searching past for making amends
The thing is why you have to search
Why search or bother past
When you can make happiness here
In present, right now
Just by observing around and
Watching things surrounding you
Which in my case is colours, bodies, plants, trees,
Smiles, redness, randomness,
You can always make happiness.

I know it’s a quick recipe which may sounds like maggie but it works but only when you have eyes without categories. Be happy.

Where to stop

It feels weird when you ask your brain
Fetch me some happy memories
And it shows dark and empty wall
Then you yourself go all the way down
Searching every folder, file and safe
This is where the categorisation begins
Between happy and sad
Between good and bad
Searching past for making amends
The thing is why you have to search
Why search or bother past
When you can make happiness here
In present, right now
Just by observing around and
Watching things surrounding you
Which in my case is colours, bodies, plants, trees,
Smiles, redness, randomness,
You can always make happiness.

I know it’s a quick recipe which may sounds like maggie but it works but only when you have eyes without categories. Be happy.

Reminder

Sounds of sirens are more than horns these days
People are more conscious than before
Still some feels it’s a hoax, a govt. conspiracy
Truth is quite simple and just plain
There are clusters outside hospitals wanting beds
Deaths are as random as tiktok videos
Dying from breathlessness
Which I find a shocking cause
In thia era of information misinformation reigns
Even globalised village is now protected
Times are getting weirder
Things seems more worldy than human
But murphy’s law is a great reminder
If anything can happen, will happen.

Times are severe, take care. April 13, 21. 13:21 it’s funny, or I don’t know. A humour at last.

When a book comes to an end

I don’t like this phase of reading, when the book comes to an end, after all this time it comes to this last page where I gave my salutations and some last words. It’s a weird feeling, it’s feels like something is gone but in reality that something is part of me now that’s why it’s a weird feeling. I am on some last pages of argumentative indian, it’s a great book about Indian culture which includes, science, polity, leadership, freedom struggle, rich tradition of reasoning and arguments and debates in india by Amartya sen, economist who won a Nobel in economic sciences for contributions in welfare economics and social choice theory in the year 1988. I wasn’t into reading and studying ever, like never. But I remember my first book, it was Ramayana which is a compulsory to read in class 8th in KV’s then or may be now too, then I read some more but never get to read like the way I watched cartoon or played a video games.

Reading is must as it’s not just a window but a whole door to somewhere you have never been and may be you never will if it’s not for reading. Reading gives thoughts, thoughts which traveled years and oceans sometimes, comes to you in these beautiful words and wordplay where sometimes you can even tell if the writer is angry or sad or may be exited. So reading is like Ben stokes who does everything, afterall he is a all rounder. Reading is kind of all rounder in developing our thought process, imagination and refinement of values and ideals.

I hope you are reading this, Iam dying for communication these days and it cannot be worse with these ending pages but yes, a new book is awaiting but still it leaves this weird feeling which is hard to describe, something like shifting to a new house and saying goodbye to the old one. I think you are reading sapiens now, it’s a great book, I will borrow from you someday. This last para is called communication and others are just part of archive.

Trying out a new day in a old brain

Its always hard to tell or note how many things are going on lately or even now bicoz there is always something which would escape just to come later. As is the case with me, there are just too many things this brain do such as from thinking about solution for depressed behaviour to question importance of religious identity which is prevailing even more nowadays, after relegious comes native identity. I don’t know how to convince people to use reason and rationality in these matters. Brain also tries to befriend me with fear and anxiety which is countered smartly with meditation and a clean look inside my brain and around me, which works as a totem for me as a reminder of “be present in the moment not in your brain”.

It is always hard to cancel these thoughts when you are alone and don’t have a job where someone always watching or you just feel that way, things happens for a good reason as life is always about the long haul as nothing can be clear in the short run. Even if you try to find out, it will all be blur. I want to tell all these positive things to my brain in the dark hours which always swallows time like whale in fish tornado.

These are tough days
As even though i have surety of being right
I am afraid of being wrong,
As I know how wise you are
But I just can’t stop myself to question you
As I am clear as a summer’s sky but
Just a thought of future and you turns me
Chaotic, don’t know when I became a crying self loathing boy in his youth days,
As these are tough days
Days which will pass too holding you back.

I know title and content are just in contrast which shows a part of life. Which is “confusion”.