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Chaotic me

A hodgepodge is what can least describe my state now. I might be thinking a thousand thoughts one moment and I might be totally blank in another.

Friends, the attack on Gaza, white tiger of Arvind Agida, the slumdog, friends, the Mumbai attacks, my career, my job, friends, food, Ma, the stock market........ And then a sudden, deafening serenity.

The overwhelming pace with which these feelings occur to me has not let me focus on anything at all.

Meditation isn’t helping. Medication would be futile too.

I wish I could exactly write my mind. Literally, every word of it without insisting on rhetoric and just implying what I think.

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Gumnami...

गर गुमनामी का यूँ इश्तहार न देते हम, तुमसे रूबरू होने की हर गुंजाईश खो बैठते

Arz kiya hai

गर चाशनीयों में बस्ता है ज़िन्दगी का जायका क्यूँ भला परहेज़ न रखें हम नम्कीन्यों से

True worthless answers

We do not know how to not understand. To be able to be in balance with our mysterious surroundings, we attribute everything beyond our comprehension to something that we can live with. When we made up the story of God, we found comfort in mystery and ignorance. By making Him responsible for everything, we seasoned ourselves not to look for answers all the time. The quest being less intense, we get on with our lives…unperturbed. Our forefathers who found religion in the beginning were indeed intelligent. Those who were dumb to fall for god and the like were not capable of finding the answers anyway. The revelation of my religious orientation should have been gradual and less cruel. But I just could not control the urge to dramatically deny what I don’t believe in. There is another theory which perfectly explains practice of religion by the most intelligent and bright people. They probably understand why it is absolutely necessary to be foolishly optimistic of His existence. It appe...