Sands of Time

Dreams...... Aren't they wonderful? They pop up from time to time as we live our lives. What exactly is a dream? For me they are hope and wishes mixed together in a bag full of happiness. Some live their entire lives in pursuit of it. Some pursue and give up. Some just dream. For some a dream represents things that are materialistic in nature and for some they are philosophical in nature. But what if?.....

What if a dream represents a person? After all, a dream is a dream and isn't defined by anything. We all tread the Earth, moving along one foot forward at a time and making our prints on the sands of time. As we walk, we hope that one day, someone else will see the tracks we have made and through them see the sights we have seen, the journeys we have been through, the experiences we have had and follow us one our magnificent trip down the tides of history. 

But alas, some dreams are not meant to be. Like the waves that crash on rocks, we relentlessly pursue them but nothing happens. The rocks stays where they are. Perhaps over time they will wash over the rock and change them. But how does one patiently wait for such a day when each second feels like a million years. 

How can one convince a dream to come true? How can one make the elusive dream visit them just once?

We live in a world today where even dreams have choices. They can choose who to reach out and touch and who not to embrace. But what can an ordinary or an extra-ordinary man/woman for that matter do?

Hope? Strive? or wait?

But then again, sometimes dreams do come true. It materializes in indistinguishable forms and unconventional methods. when you least expect it, they visit and embrace you. At that moment, you will know in your hearts and your mind what it means to be truly complete. Like the early morning dew that slows your heart and warms you from the inside. 

I have traveled many miles upon the sands of time. Most of it alone because i truly value the liberating feeling of exploring unknown lands on your own (and because i am frightening non social at times lol). The fear, the love, the hate, the frustration, the anger, the happiness, the satisfaction, the peace ...everything. On my journeys i have met some wonderful people and some terrible ones. Traveled with fools and sages. I have warred, loved and lost. Been beaten, broken and fixed. 

But most of all i have dreamt. And through my dreams i have lived. 

I still walk on the sandy shores of time. The ocean breeze brushing against my skin. Come hurricane or storm, i will continue walking. 

I really want to see whats on the other side. ;)

Scribble and the Mark They Leave Behind

Scribbles...

One word that greatly fascinates me. I don't exactly know why, but i like the notion of squiggly lines traveling from one part  to another. They travel through rolls of papers, sheets of metal, blocks of wood and even the most treacherous of walls. However several questions surround them.Where do the lines want to go? Do they want to meet?Will they share stories? Nobody knows and i for one believe that its better that way. They can go on and on or they an come to an abrupt stop. They may jump over one another or run the other down. They can crystallize into words and inspire literature or they could form sketches that turn dreams to reality. But no matter what happens, something wonderful always comes out of it. Great tales often take form where these squiggly lines meet. Tales that may pass from one generation to another, from father to son and mother to daughter. These stories may travel through endless loops or constant renewals, sometimes emerging out as a whole new story all together. Imagine the journey they undertake, the sights they see, the power they hold but restrain. A bunch of squiggly lines can literally transform the world. All because a set of brave lines once chose to travel freely.



All because they choose freedom every single time......



(The image above was taken from http://wjhoward.com/ and doesn't in any way belong to me).

What is the grand design anyway? This very topic may bring about a multitude of answers and perceptions... But how can we define it?Or in other words how can we see it,where do we see it?A mother may perhaps see it in the eyes of their child,a father may see it in his son as he treads the very path his dad once did,a lover may see it in their counter part....It can be seen everywhere,yet nowhere to some....Its simply a matter of opening your eyes and really seeing. Then you will truly understand the beauty of everything that exists,everything that is made....And you will stand in awe at this marvelous design.... The Grand Design.......

Home Sweet Home

Ah...Tis the day i have dreaded for so long....Leaving my flat...I stayed here for about 7 months and i loved every moment of it....And every second of me staying is still fresh in my memory.People dream about such houses...The serenity i found in this house,the perfect blend of chaos and calmness...i fear i shall never experience again...I have 5 more days to stay here...And then i shall bade farewell...I find it hard to write today...I do not feel sorrow yet why do i feel a knot in my throat and a chain linked to my hand when i think about my flat....Honestly i do not know..I can only consider the options,never point it.Its true what they say

All Good Things Come to an End......

Existence

Many have wondered how to define our existence...many have failed and many continue to do so.I believe individually one can come up with an answer that shall pertain to him/her and only themselves but isn't that enough?Most of the days when i have hot chai at the tapri or whenever i'm alone i ask myself that question.Are we born to live life a certain way.Does fate exist?What about destiny?Why am i here?All these questions hover around in my head like bees swarming all over honey.As i look deeper and deeper into myself i find it harder to conceive an answer.I fall into rabbit holes within myself and i keep on falling with no concern about time or space nor do i feel the want to come out of it.Its my own world filled and built by my ideas,experiences,thoughts,emotions and fantasy.That is my true home.A home out of which i never wish to venture.Hence i thought about forgetting my thirst for the definition of my existence.For if i'm not really thirsty why should i drink water or when it is water i wish to drink why should i be satisfied with a soda?I spend a lot of time pondering about such questions.I believe one should always question one's existence.One may or may not come up with an answer but the journey is worth it.Its questions like these that simply boggle my mind,questions like these that train and evolve my mind,but sadly its also questions like these that makes me late for my classes ........

Heh hee Bloody Questions....

Parallel Reality

Looking at the world through a camera...Nothing more fascinating and intriguing than that.The world i see through them can be best described as a parallel reality..Visually everything is the same but yet there is something unique,something more,something which one cannot achieve in the real world, the ability to change anything and everything...Manipulating the environment and the emotions around you to create your own world.When you have a camera in your hands you have the power to change,to distort,to forge and to construct everything...When you have a camera in your hands...."You're playing God."


And i like that.......

Welcome to my mind

Welcome to my mind....I shall try to divulge all the thoughts that exist and swirl in my mind through this blog.
I am a thinker.....A free thinker bound only by the limitations created by himself.
I think about my life a lot and constantly question my existence.Why do i exist?What purpose would it serve in the complex chain of life?And how do i go about finding this purpose?After all a life without purpose is futile.I constantly move from one flow of thought to another,analyzing and observing everything around me,consuming everything i find interesting and expelling all that which is not.Whenever i talk to my friends i drain from them their thoughts and information and i make it my own,stripping these tidbits to their bare essentials and molding them to my train of thought.And i am indeed lucky to have friends who are genuinely interested in what i seek,even though they aren't as obsessed as i am with such thoughts.I embark on a journey every single day to imbibe all the truths of life,death and existence and i am ashamed to say that i have reached no where,every new day i learn the cover of truth is a very thin one and that makes me one step farther to reach my destination.That is when my id and ego helps me to continue my journey no matter the hardships i face.I enjoy living my life this way, one glorious moment at a time wondering,thinking,observing and consuming.......
As usual there are the critical ones who mock what i do and see no purpose for it.After all society trains us to think in its own way and seldom allows one to think for their own.Life is just meant to make money,get married and retire for some.I pity them...I really do.They are not aware of the endless possibilities of life,the fascinating things a human mind can do nor are they aware that they too are capable of acknowledging and absorbing such matters.They exist and just like that they wilt away into the ground carrying with them nothing but memories of a faint,ordinary life.

Some say that i have nothing else to do.They ask me what good will it do?

To them i reply "I do so to find a meaning to my life,so that one day when i succumb to the eternal chains of sleep,i know that i lived mine the way it was meant to be lived"