yes ..
It is happening again .. Something that just used to happen .. long back .
Something neglected , forgotten , lost and being craved for. It is happening . Something that was destined. We being human, tend to run away from the originality and curtail the reality in a hope that we will be able to run faster than Life , stand smarter than destiny ...
But alas ! we actually find shelter in originality ..
No no not as defined by the intellectual mozarts or enlightened sermons , nor some wild hippies , some super drunk philosophers but in our own originality which is unique . For which we continue fretting throughout the Life , and if you believe in concept of Life after death / many lives then till many lives. This goes on, until we discover what our original selves are and what is the damn purpose of us being here. Apologies for deluding you from the original track .. I am just too out of practice :-D
So yes it is happening , really I can't believe its true .. I cant believe my eyes .. I can't believe the fingers are actually doing it .. this is just so relieving. I needed this so much since always. I have no idea when I got disconnected from such a wonderful meditation and lost track in woods somewhere, chasing the wild goose, of no use. Well anyways , look I am really doing it. great isn't it ? aah .. u don't need to answer that I am enough to stand by this awesome nostalgic experience of returning home.
Well .. Well hold your horses before they take a dirty track ;-)
So before I overdo the suspense part of it .. let me introduce myself .
hey all .. I am a writer , a lost , forgotten , out of form , busy with mundane events , chasing the stupid goals , I forgot the real elements of myself and my Life. This is what I like to do ..
scribble anything to everything ,
to dramatize,
to make fun
to laugh with all the air in my heart ,
take a breath so deep and voluminous that at times I fear bursting my own lungs,
to feel everything giving maximum relaxation to the grey matter ( if any :D)
at times to cry so deep that I suspect I would ever comeback
to Love
to miss
to long
to dream
to live Life.
I have not been writing actively, believe me , it was damn suffocating. It was a murder to which I am the convict and also the victim sadly. Basically, just saw some of my friends writing stupid things in their blog posts , using it to vent our their frustration against everyone. Yes they have a problem with everything and everyone . To them every encounter is just painful and every other person in street is such a darn enemy. Goshh ! I am lucky to be able to see and feel the positivity in Life and hence I am back to my Love. Thank you ! I will polarize your negatives to my positives :D :P
So the crux is : Writers Write and That's It ! (Copied)
It is happening again .. Something that just used to happen .. long back .
Something neglected , forgotten , lost and being craved for. It is happening . Something that was destined. We being human, tend to run away from the originality and curtail the reality in a hope that we will be able to run faster than Life , stand smarter than destiny ...
But alas ! we actually find shelter in originality ..
No no not as defined by the intellectual mozarts or enlightened sermons , nor some wild hippies , some super drunk philosophers but in our own originality which is unique . For which we continue fretting throughout the Life , and if you believe in concept of Life after death / many lives then till many lives. This goes on, until we discover what our original selves are and what is the damn purpose of us being here. Apologies for deluding you from the original track .. I am just too out of practice :-D
So yes it is happening , really I can't believe its true .. I cant believe my eyes .. I can't believe the fingers are actually doing it .. this is just so relieving. I needed this so much since always. I have no idea when I got disconnected from such a wonderful meditation and lost track in woods somewhere, chasing the wild goose, of no use. Well anyways , look I am really doing it. great isn't it ? aah .. u don't need to answer that I am enough to stand by this awesome nostalgic experience of returning home.
Well .. Well hold your horses before they take a dirty track ;-)
So before I overdo the suspense part of it .. let me introduce myself .
hey all .. I am a writer , a lost , forgotten , out of form , busy with mundane events , chasing the stupid goals , I forgot the real elements of myself and my Life. This is what I like to do ..
scribble anything to everything ,
to dramatize,
to make fun
to laugh with all the air in my heart ,
take a breath so deep and voluminous that at times I fear bursting my own lungs,
to feel everything giving maximum relaxation to the grey matter ( if any :D)
at times to cry so deep that I suspect I would ever comeback
to Love
to miss
to long
to dream
to live Life.
I have not been writing actively, believe me , it was damn suffocating. It was a murder to which I am the convict and also the victim sadly. Basically, just saw some of my friends writing stupid things in their blog posts , using it to vent our their frustration against everyone. Yes they have a problem with everything and everyone . To them every encounter is just painful and every other person in street is such a darn enemy. Goshh ! I am lucky to be able to see and feel the positivity in Life and hence I am back to my Love. Thank you ! I will polarize your negatives to my positives :D :P
So the crux is : Writers Write and That's It ! (Copied)
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