Facing the wall....

I hear myself talking something. All of a sudden I realize I am standing there , facing a dull and drab wall. I try to figure out how long had I been standing like this? Who am I speaking to? Why is'nt there a reply? Because I don't deserve one? Or is it because I was just talking to the wall, the wall that I created around myself to protect my rather fragile soul? Where am I to get the answer from now? The soul, the wall or my own fallacies?

Cryptic and elliptic

I don't know if anybody ever has solved or will ever solve this puzzle called life. The moment you think that things are in place and heave a sigh of relief you hear your world crumbling just behind you. I don't have a solution for it. But by now I have learned to tell myself that if everything seems alright there definitely is something terribly wrong. Pessimistic you may yell but optimistic I would say. But then I manipulate my own thoughts so that the worry doesn't bury me and I get strong with in my own skin to face the monster.

When in wait for the worse I would weigh my own worth and estimate how much I can shed if the dreadful thought comes true. In the end there is clarity as to what best can be done if the most horrible of things occur. More than often the most horrible things do not happen or give way to a less harmful things and then one is left wondering what worth the worry had!!

They too had only 24 hours!!

Once a friend of mine was complaining that she just was not finding time for any thing other than office, cooking and daily mad sprint to office and back. It appeared as one of the usual complaints the rather fussy friend of mine makes. I had almost forgotten it (that is what I thought!). But, a few days back as I was rushing to the office leaving my half-eaten breakfast behind I realized that I too am tending to cry out loud "Oh My!! Where does the time run to?" Just as we were talking I just happened to mention this incident to another friend , who immediately said "Even Madam Curie, Thomas Alva Edison and Einstein had only 24 hours! Very much like you and me "

My Teleidoscope

I had been thinking about having blog for quite some time. Once I decided to have one , mind started troubling me on what name could I give to my blog.
As I may not stick to any particular topic in my writing and would be jotting down my random thoughts at random I thought I could call it "My Teleidoscope".

A teleidoscope uses a clear sphere instead of bits of colored glass. When you look through the opening, the teleidoscope will make a kaleidoscopic image from whatever you are viewing. There is no end to the variety and color combination possible.

Mind is like a teleidoscope . .One tends to see happiness in everything when one is happy... Simplest of objects such as a bloom of morning glory in the garden just outside the window, the patch of azure sky one looks at while seated at the dining table for the most plain of the foods and everything seem to radiate happiness. But when you are sad , down and out the same things may not look the way they used to. So mind is a sort lens of your teleidoscope!! Does it mean that what we see , rather what we think what things are , depends on the state we are in??!!