The hidden mountains...

I keep getting lost in the wilderness of my suffocating, thick, and dark cloud of ambitions. I lose sense of all dimensions and then I visualize an imaginary straight line, only to fake the feeling of having a direction. The farther I follow this line, the darker it gets. The cloud grows thicker, asphyxiating me to an extent that I can no longer carry my feet above the ground to take another step. Drained, but determined, I start dragging my feet on the ground, and keep following the mirage of a path to success.

And then comes a point, where I stumble over a boulder in the ground and fall flat on my face.

Irritated, I turn back to take a look at the obstacle that caused the fall and find it glowing mystically.

Intrigued, I try to pick it up but it doesn't move.

Famished, for even the tiniest bit of ecstacy, I try to dig it out of the soil of my delusional world. Every bit of it revealed glows brighter than what was visible before. I carelessly ignore the effortlessness and swiftness of this labor until I realize I've reached the base of this glowing object.

Confused, I look at the magnificence of what stands in front of me. The tiny bolder in the ground now stands a mountain in front of me. All darkness gone, the thick cloud vaporized...

Belittled, I stand at the foot of this magnate, while the reality sinks in...

I keep getting lost in the wilderness of my suffocating, thick, and dark cloud of ambitions... I keep looking up in the sky for what I need. Ignorant to all the blessings I already have... I just stay lost in this crazy trek... to an extent that I can no longer carry my feet above the ground to take another step. Drained, but determined, I start dragging my feet on the ground, and keep following the mirage of a path to success.

And then comes a point, where I stumble over a boulder in the ground, the tip of a mountain... One of many that exist in my world... in my life... obscured by my dreams... The hidden mountains of bliss...

How to crash into a wall...

There are a number of ways to crash into a wall!

The force of the crash and the selection of a suitable wall is absolutely upto you!

1. Building expectations...
   Outcome: Bruised nose!
   
   
2. Expecting expectations to be expected...
   Outcome: Bruised nose and forehead!
   
   
3. Expecting expectations to be accepted...
   Outcome: Bruised nose, forehead, hands, and knees!
   
   
4. Expecting expectations to be met...
   Outcome: Nose bleed!
   
   
5. Droping expectations!
   Outcome: Concussion!
   
   
6. Falling in love with someone...
   Outcome: Unconsciousness!
   
   
7. Expecting someone to fall equally in love with you...
   Outcome: Paralysis!
   
   
8. Believing yourself to be the ultimately righteous person...
   Outcome: Coma!
   
   
9. Mistaking friends' reliability for dependability...
   Outcome: Skull fracture!
   
   
10. Giving up!
    Outcome: Demise!

Hope it helps to know all of these!

P.S. The author does not profess in recovery from any of the outcomes of any of the crashes!

A drop of insanity...

It's a little funny how it's always difficult to recall when was the last time one cried and what did one cry about once the emotions have eased back to normal!

Even if it was just the night before! Or may be even a few hours!

Because all our grievance just turns into a salty, sticky trickle of tears and leaves the rest of the body to let itself move on!

But there are moments when one certainly knows of not being upset or gloomy, and most definitely isn't anywhere near crying, yet a lonesome tear swells out of the corner of one of the eyes, and is wiped away unnoticed!

A quiet existence of some unfair atrocity that life has incurred upon an otherwise sparingly happy person!

Do you remember when was the last time you wiped your cheek for the cold, wet trail that rebelling tear left?

If you think never! Then think again! Because if it's true it either means you're an insensitive rock or you're a very blessed person!

It just takes a little bit of a touch with the reality to know when did you shed the last drop of insanity!

The Spectator Initiative

"He wrapped himself in quotations, as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of Emperors."
- Rudyard Kipling

It is amazing how most of us live through our nameless lives, praising those who managed to nominate themselves to the chambers of greatness. Never taking even the tiniest of an instant to wonder why our paths do not or can not lead us to the same heights.

I have actually lost the sense of how long it has been, that everyday, I find three new quotations from celebrities of present and the past, read them, and write them down somewhere. Often to quote them in my correspondence with acquaintances and colleagues. I do not really know why and how I started this. What I know is that everyday, with every quotation, I hold myself accountable, for not bringing myself in the position where my words, probably not as ordinary as most of these quotations are I believe, would also be feverishly looked up by the people around the world. By those who seek inspiration, or direction, or may be simply wit!

For all that matters, it is not his words that would make one a celebrity, but his actions. Actions, that I have always wanted to take and never have. For my indolence has always controlled the best of me.

Today, I raise mutiny against this lethargy. I write this with an aspiration to break free, and tread the path that leads to a chamber of greatness. My chamber of greatness!