Sorry for the delay everyone... Just forgot about posting the stories.... Anyways, here they are -
Disclaimer -
These stories are just the thoughts and actions of the
writer and may or may not be correct, though very likely to be the former. The
reader is advised to exercise caution while reading it and have an open mind to
try and understand what is written in the words, and figure out the underlying
meaning behind it. Most of all, it is all about looking into yourself and truly
find the meaning of life.
The writer does not take any responsibility for your ability
to comprehend things, and you shall understand only what you can. These stories
therefore, will only be as good as you can understand them. What the writer has
written is actually very good. What depends is whether you like it or not.
All the thoughts may have inner meanings which may or may
not cause insanity and/or invoke deep unheard-of thought processes in the minds
of the reader. Use caution.
ENTRY 1 –
20th September 2012.
Subtle Subtle Subtle... One word that I have been fascinated
with in particular in these days. Part of it is because the word itself is
quite interesting, but more so because it itself is quite Subtle. Very often we look deep into things to find out the true
meaning of things. I know I have. Books, movies, people, incidents... They all
have influenced me in some way or the other. One tiny weeny little push that
has brought me closer to what I am today. Now. This very moment. Some pushes
have been greater, others not so big. But every little thing has indeed done
something or the other to bring a change in my life. In my way of thinking. In
my ideologies. Every single damned thing. And believe it or not, I treasure
every one of them. Even the time I fell into that nali by the side of the road, or the time when I got thrown into
the dustbin. Especially those times. Why? I have frankly no idea. Maybe because
it was something different – Something special.... Something not filled with
the dreaded monotony of the world. Maybe it was something else. Who knows.
Maybe there ought to be no reason for what I do, who I am, where I go, or what
happens in my life. I am what I am, and nobody, not even me, can change that.
Hardly 10 minutes ago, I had been watching a movie –
‘Smurfs’. For those of you who wish to know, it was an animated movie. If I
look at it from the critical way that I judge all movies, I don’t think it
fared any better than the other movies that I always see. Predictable
plotlines, Normal storyline, and the very same kiddy-cutey ingredients that
make up any and every single movie that has the tiniest bit of cartoon in it
[To James Cameron, if you’re reading this – No. Avatar does not contain the
kiddy-cutey ingredient, but if you look into it, all the rest of the details
pretty much remain the same – The sense of mystery, a world and its people
different from our own, and the long overdrawn process of self realisation and
looking into oneself as one gradually feels at one with those new people
(Whether deliberately or otherwise is another question) and the final climax
where everything that has been done in
the movie comes together for one final single showdown. So there it is. I made
my point.] Back to the topic – the movie was actually very averagey normal. But
I somehow liked it. Why - I am not
exactly sure (Even I don’t have all the answers to all the whys I ask.) But
still, I liked it.
More importantly, I came to realise how many stories and
movies of today do the very same thing- Create a story that we feel with, but
is different from our own life in one crucial aspect. Then ask the pertinent
questions of life and humanity, and go across on the process of self
realisation with the viewer or reader. Because (s)he feels with the movie, they
will actually understand the questions. But since there lies a major difference
between that story and ours, we are
comfortable with it. Here comes my question - Why?
Why is it that when we watch a movie that is based on
someone else’s life, we understand, but if it so happens to resemble our very
own story, we shy away? Why is it that we find it easier to find the answers to
life, universe and everything [Not the 42 wala
answer. The philosophical one re.] when we look outside and externally,
than within us or internally? [At this
point some of you may claim that this does not happen to you. I agree. Fair
point. But this very much does happen to me on a very large scale and I see no
reason why it should or can not happen to anyone or rather, everyone else. Yet
if you choose to claim it does not happen to you, I really don’t have a say in
it. Your choice.]
I think that there is something inside us which stops us
from looking inside, than outside. Its as if we as a human race, are designed
to do that. We will go to the moon before going inside the Earth, or within our
own bodies. Maybe that’s how we are. Maybe there is something more. Whatever
that maybe be, one thing is for certain – We definitely will prefer to hear
someone else’s story than our very own. Why, I simply don’t know. Even I do not
possess all the answers to all the whys. Maybe if we look into ourselves and
truly find out the answer, we just might. Maybe...
