Well I believe this voluntary space have become the den of plights, here i have bared all possible nuances of trouble and my not so pontificating virtues under upheaval situations. Almost all my write-ups are smudged with befitting agony, some are coherent but then you would also find abundance of trivial facts those, which have been baptised under my surveillance into misery. Even i have addressed some epochs which are completely unacquainted to the feel and meaning of misery but like a hot-air balloon which exhibits and enjoys independence from the strong tentacles but can hardly free itself from the string of anguish. Whenever i have made an attempt to flush out the sombre feel with the intoxicating merry broom there has been few sticky grave streaks denying to change its position. Like after a brief vehement shower the sun dazzles us with the hope of keeping the gloominess at bay but then it is so ephemeral, in no time the layers of dark clouds coated with tranquilizers puts the invincible glow at rest. deliverance
Like I have illustrated my misery, (according to some of my loyalists, this is what i do the best) but then life has many forms and facets and all are distinct in their own might. Distress has got its own share of space; what share?? Lot more than what it actually deserves. Now that i have this opportunity to fill up those lacerated plots, won’t i make maximum use of it? What is apprehension?? Well for me it’s the fear of practicing that much awaited trade which has one thing in common omen but has two potent polarised strengths. Never had the likes of Paul the octopus of FIFA the sole culprit for handpicking the favourites out of the soccer gala but still pretended to be a clairvoyant, which resonated only the wrong things at the right place eventually left the right place for the right things.
Like a novice who is instigated to pounce into the pool of water by his counterparts but when their boosting falls on his stoic approach they resort to the extreme. I have been one of the flamboyant fugitives and then came to a stunning halt just as the almighty wanted. Situations were fabricated i was under the impression that i have taken my definite guard, than the intoxicated “ME” took all those serpentine lanes where i found all those alluring nectars with venom like aftermath. There has been no dearth of matters so far embellishments of my tough times are concerned; all got its apt manifestation. Surprisingly received some inspiring pats for displaying antecedents with ill-omened fillings. Like a pilot who is out of the cockpit for a long time simply needs some quality time for practice before he can fly again with no hesitation; I also can’t deliver the awful anymore as i am out....Yes I AM OUT OF IT.
I am out of many things but more importantly has started following the path of renunciation from the latent fear psychosis of something inauspicious when the arena isn’t so sulking. Result is commendable; life is an arsenal of surprises and i have missed out in so many occasions when i was so close by it. Can’t mention it to be a revamp but there has been some significant changes, one needs to cover both the extreme poles in life as it facilitates to have a thorough understanding of all the contours and experience turbulence and serenity in cycle. Life for me is some -what similar to the long cascading hair of a women; if it is left open for too long the rowdy free ends after a brief affluent show-off becomes adulterated, so forming BUN which apparently defines complications allows you to siphon the best through its free ends and the coil forms a shield during ordeal.
Lunch at an up-market restaurant, movie at a multiplex, trying out couple of vehement colours for shirts and t-shirts, filling the shelf with bottles of fragrances, certainly seems to be a glossary of sheen showing its rear end to self-manifested misery. Here i have an iota of contradiction to clear off, though there are people who imbibe such practises to hide bald facts but now here i am fostering the same with no clandestine laceration. Well it took me the whole of eternity to scrub the tarnish (some self- imposed) and allow the sheen to surface making it more vibrant and radiant. If you accept the universal fact that life has two significant sides to it, dull&bright then it is very much in accord to day&night, darkness of night exemplifies end of all sorts of vivaciousness and the popular wait for ray of hope, again a bright day scatters the obnoxious jinx. After a prolong wait the morning glow broaches hues of inspiration from the peril but can you ask the hapless dark to shrink a bit before it takes over, allowing you to bask in the glory for some more time than usual. CONFUSED...?? Well the answer is a complete no, its just another combination like H2O, 2 molecules of hydrogen and 1 molecule of oxygen. Quite simple to elucidate and equally difficult to put it in real perspective use, the axis on which life revolves is conditioned only to dark&Light .
Any small achievement can give you a paramount feel provided you have someone to share it with, and then finally that huge feeling will find a permanent abode in you. Still happy with the big feel journey which has enhanced the hope of erecting an edifice by multiple folds. That “someone” was nowhere in the big space but with some positive development the unprecedented someone took the impeccable charge of the proceedings. This time I made full use of the bright side by letting the glue to dry out thereby allowing the panic-stricken misery to drift away for good...well had this been possible then darkness would had lost its enmity forever and regulated pain the fuel for spanking comebacks would had only been a thought devoid of the real feel.
Did I just rush to the conclusion? Yes, i also feel so but then pardon me for this abrupt finish, as I need to embark on the cruise, which has promised me deliverance from misery.
So let’s commemorate my new found ecstasy....................................................
