Companion

 

This is the story of a smile
Which lingered alone for a while
Then suddenly into laughter it grew
And burst into a myriad of hue

The Judgement of Truth

A person's life is based upon its consequences. Our bodily form may be long removed from the world, our faces long forgotten but the deeds our life performed remains fragmented in others memories. These fragments are arranged and cited as examples of success or failure, a source of inspiration or prophetic judgment. It takes the form of a story where the facts are fixed by the adequacies of resources presented by time and situation. But time and situation are not constant factors and the proper judgment of a story doesn't rely on them. As time goes by the shape of the story gets changed from mouth to mouth and even a recorded event fails to capture the reality, when the situation proves to be difficult and the event is such that only a few gets affected by it.

So on which path Truth treads in every man's story is just hard to assume. We all sometimes, find ourselves in a situation where we are faced with the uncertainty of making a proper decision which can go in either way. It is easy to make a judgment. We just have to make a choice based upon some decisions. But what matters is the consequences that particular judgment can make. Because maybe our decisions were incorrect, what we saw was a trick played by situation and time.  So how do we judge what is true?

Most of the time we take judgment on our own hands describing the situation as it fulfills and satisfies our own motives. Sometimes we are mistaken. In either way we create an epicenter of a lie from which repercussions spread over a period of time creating chaos of the situation. I've found myself in such situations sometimes where I am just unable to judge anything because the situation does not provide any proper resources for the judgment of an act. But the volatile and erring human mind is bound to get tricked by such situations. I made mistakes, i judged, i judged wrongly. Now those judgments sometimes still affect me, still creates a feeling of how ignorant we are and how small we are before the mighty Truth.

We can never make the perfect judgment of Truth. We better let Truth run its own course and make its own story. It will tell its own story loud and clear. What we need is a little bit of patience. To make judgment is not what we are here for. We are here to receive the judgment of our own acts.

The Pessimist

He who thinks that tomorrow
Is the harbinger of another sorrow;
Sees the world devoid of light
And that's the cause of all his plight.

What can be stranger than reality?

The strangest mysteries are associated with the unpredicted nature. Otherwise the Bermuda triangle would have been a joke instead of a mystery. Life gives us enough time to experience mysteries, sometimes too often. The irony lying inside it is that life itself is a mystery revealing only to itself that the common things that manifests to it are sometimes just obscured to a pattern of uncertainty. Hence the strangeness. Alien is a word that brings in mind the first thoughts about unknowing, ignorance... but it's truly an unjustified feeling as sometimes the very things known to us may leave us with a certain air of strangeness. I am not trying to prove anything here but instead confused with the thing that i am sometimes not able to answer about myself that makes me a stranger in my mind.

Time, Life and Individuality

One thing about time is that you cannot measure it just by the conceivable amount of happenings or incidences that takes place in a person’s lifetime. It teases, sometimes even tantalizes with its unobstructed unidirectional flow. But what can we say about life? Is it just the passage of time or a chronological compulsion, revolving around the substantial entity of life itself better known as destiny? Whatever way it may be defined as, life takes us back to the elementary and natural urge to create the state of uniqueness that describes the individuality of us. Since the time we were born, as we grow up, the bits and pieces of our unique behavior, character and body language that we gather up along the ages demarcates each of us individuals in a spontaneous process of life. So when we reach the age where our maturity reaches the level of saturation, we sometimes find ourselves alienated from the deepest bonding of human interaction and become mere participants to some social contracts.

At a young age when our tender brains just forms the ability of thinking it creates a curiosity of the very formation of life itself. When I was young there was one question that would run inside my mind very often. It was the creation of every existence. Well, even now I haven’t got the answer. But one thing I understood it’s not the answer that matters when we consider the various spectrum of incidences that our life experiences. I realized that I simply have no time to think about it. As I grew up I assumed some kind of theory for it and it was forgotten. Life can be argued to be just like that, an assumed theory or even a hypothesis. Whenever there is any kind of discrepancies or controversies in life we assume the best possible solution and move on with it. We cannot define life by any formula where we are supposed to get an expected result. It's something which we adapt ourselves, creating an ever changing environment where we find ourselves comfortable even in the most confusing and enigmatic situation. This is the answer to all those who are intrigued by the fact that some people do the craziest of things in life just because they think that it is a very good idea. And when it has been done even time can't stop from praising the person it's achievement of becoming someone unique in his world.

Life has its own way of describing the moments that we live. It does not separate nor differentiates people in an argument the way we generally put forward. It is stubborn and puts its own ideas before us and with the help of time it makes a mockery of our ideas and simply leaves us dangling in a situation where we have to believe in things we never bothered to. But the most amazing part of life is that it always maintains the individuality of each person as I have mentioned. So it gives us the opportunity to compare ourselves with everything that makes us different. That's where our mind encapsulates the idea of formation of an imaginarium of new thoughts. It transcends itself in to that of a level of neo-aesthetic terra incognita yet effects to, understandably, a simpler and nearly impeccable meaning called destiny.

Time, life and the individuality are inter-related in an involuntary one way process in which we are only a part but we can choose the way.

A speck of Light then Darkness Everywhere

Twenty add two years more

Gave me no reasons, had none before

Days come and doesn't last long

Took my age with it along

Happiness is but a twisted smile

Somewhere in the bend of life stayed a while

The corners are dark and dry

Can't tell a laughter from a cry

When half spent nights grew younger

And another year has grown colder

There's one star to guide and enlight

Which in the darkness still a speck of light