After all, the millions of years of evolution were to help your ancient self, survive the hostility of night.
After all, the millions of years of evolution were to help your ancient self, survive the hostility of night.
Do you think, such a thing really exists? Some people say they have seen or touched it but I think its all smoke no fire. I mean, just honestly have you ever seen this elusive beast yourself. No! you have only heard myths about it never facts.
I think it’s one of the most coveted secret guarded closely by oligarch of the puppeteer that people over millennia have called God. Just think about it if this secret were ever to come out will his kingdom survive. After all, he thrives off the prayers generated out of misery, not on the thanks from satisfaction. If someone says he’s satisfied I recommend to get as far as possible from that person. Believe you me that person will eventually ask you to donate all your worldly possession to him so that you can also have stratification. It’s just one of those terms created by society to provide a false sense of security or something to keep you shackled to the pursuit of an equally ridiculous concept called money.
It’s like one of those rare gems, surely to cause pillage on its way. It is like a sorcerer, always seeking ways to torture or chain you up. If you want to get out of its wretched grip, then you gotta be a rebellion. Once you give into its devotion, its detrimental dysfunction, slowing rushing you to destruction, you are liable to get alienated. Because face it society is a two faced bitch. No matter how much it raves for satisfaction. It likes no one who is satisfied. They won’t hesitate to shut you out, with no recourse at all. But to some extent, their anxiety is rightly pointed. It’s a fact satisfaction eventually lead to clogging of progress.
If you are satisfied with what you have, then what’s the need to innovate, deliberate or create. I would say satisfaction is and will always remain biased or a salve to the fabric of time. You may say, satisfaction is having the most exotic lunch box as a child, satisfaction is kissing your love as a teenager, satisfaction is buying a new car as a man or satisfaction is being with family when you grow old. I believe one should always stride towards success not for satisfaction but for gratification or just the thrills of it. The World may brand success as addictive but its a good addiction not like the necromancer that satisfaction is.
Cloud Nine, Kismat Lane,
Opp. Luck, Fate —101
It’s been ages! How are you? Or rather, where have you been??
I know you may not remember me as our paths have not crossed since our first encounter but please bare with me. This may jog your memory. I am that same weird lump hanging upside down, naked, crying while a strange creature was smacking my tushy; “Ankit”. In fact, you were the love at first sight for my mom since she saw you there.
First, I must admit, I have since, I was a kid wondered why or what did you promised her during that meeting that she fell for you much harder for you than I ever did. Many times, I wish I could go back to that room and listen to your conversation with her. Even though 20, 25 odd years have passed this question and a few others still perplexes me. Thus, to crush the curiosity bug in my grey matter I am writing this letter to you.
Anyways, I am getting ahead of myself. What I want to tell you is that there is no place in the world that I haven’t looked for you. Ironically, I stumbled upon your address when I abandoned the accepted societal myth, that only those who fell into the chasm of the rat race for money, fame, and success will ever find you. Therefore, you may rest assured I won’t grill you about money or fame.
So, here goes.
Every myth I have ever heard about you had these things in common:
1. Only you and, you alone determine the success
2. You are elusive
3. No amount of Hard work or toil can change you.
Are they true? I need an answer from the horse’s mouth.
Because in my opinion its other way around. I believe only hard work and dedication can seduce success, you are merely an auditor who can easily be bribed by dedication and determination. I don’t know why, every time I see a post on Facebook praising you, every time I see couples on Instagram posting wedding pics hailing you. I smile, I smile sarcastically. Am I broken? or is this out of jealousy! Please, break it down for me.
How! can you be elusive? If, every damm ape assumes (that too, right from birth) that he/she is destined to be rich, famous and successful. Everrry…time, I zorb through snap chats or hashtags all I ever see are hordes of witless and phonies sighting you as their best pal. Which makes me wonder, have I been living under a rock that I didn’t even receive a postcard from you in all these years. Not that I am complaining or am mad at you. But at least a hello couldn’t have hurt. Anyhow, I hope and wish that you remain lifelong friends with them. I am really very proud of you for stepping up for them. Though I miss you but am content with my Tweedle-dee [hard work] and Tweedle-dum [hope and aspirations] for now.
Ok, before I forget. What did you say to my mom during that meeting that made her fell in love with you? I have only heard her version of things. According to her, you told her a secret. Which was “If, I ever didn’t feel happy or life seemed to be slightly dim then I must remember, it’s temporary as you[destiny] are just testing my worthiness since you[destiny] have big plans for me”.
Considering you two haven’t met or talked in ages since that last encounter, I think, your exact words were lost in translation. Correct me if my version of things is wrong. But, I think you might have said, something on these lines “Even though you[destiny] have big plans and hopes for me but only my inner conviction and perseverance will help me achieve what you[destiny] have planned for me.”
All, these years while searching for you, have made me realize. That life is meant to be hard but even a vague promise by a compassionate stranger [stranger being you] can make it extraordinary in the hopes that maybe he is seeing something good that we are still to experience or stumble upon. These promises may last a lifetime or become distant memories. But you know what? It’s okay because at least it provides solace in the fact that Sometimes life just gets in the way but still we must continue growing up and changing ourselves.
Remember, i will always be waiting for the day to be your host. And, thanks for not dozing off like ross while reading this letter in which I have rambled on for 2 pages “FRONT AND BACK”!!!!! 😊
If Undelivered Please return :
Third Rock from the Sun,
by the ocean of opportunities,
on the boat of hope,
paddling away with oars of success
You are nobody the world doesn’t give a rats ass about your existence. A speck of dust that will be brushed off from history in seconds. All the accomplishments of the lifetime are nothing that the world has never seen or will not see, you are just a phase under passing. Your existence is not essential for the world you are just a probability that happened or may be a conspiracy that physics played to provide entropy to the universe, either way, you are just a random consequence on a cosmic scale.
You may think of yourself to be the smartest but be aware you have not seen the real world out there. No amount of fame or convection will titillate the world or history so that they remember you; history is too quick to judge and too old to bother, you are merely a blimp on time. In fact, for all practical purposes, you don’t exist for this world. You may be a maverick or plane old dogmatic theists but the cogs of time will grind you like a pebble to dust. You must bow to this babbling brook of time and surrender to this reality, the sooner you realise how insignificant you are to the cosmos and how time is a ruthless tyrant, the faster you learn how to assimilate into this breakout black hole.
Remember If Prometheus betrayed titans to help your kind only to be damned for eternity, to be devoured for aeons he must have seen something that made him steal the most coveted power and relinquish it to the feeble mankind. If he could see it then surely you can see or seek it now. Don’t be discontent with this world, it’s as fair to you as it is to the others. Complaining about it will not help you persevere your deeds, you must approach them head on like a Mongol under khan. The perpetual motion of this world will not halt to accommodate you, it’s you who have to hop on to this hurdling spaceship in the ocean of time. If you fall behind you are bound to get crushed under it. No amount of motivation will be incentive enough unless it’s you who want to do it. Success is and has always been elusive, but as long as you don’t garner the courage to propose to it. You must let go of the unnecessary baggages and pseudo sense of control on life. This control is temporal and baggages are just dragging you to the abyss.
As quantum mechanics dictates if you close your eyes the world must cease to exist because its act of observation that brings the true nature of matter as well as reality. In fact, the entirety of the universe is just a probability so it doesn’t matter if you yourself are a probability. Once you learn to see this universe as merely an illusion or may be a simulation brought to inception by your act of observing it.
You will realise the true superpower nature has endowed you with. The emptiness of space as well slumber of the world is and has always been uncomfortable, inhospitable and cruel not only to you but to the entirety of the universe. Never blame circumstances they are just bitter realities that we have created in order to justify our cowardliness. You must learn to break out of the vicious circle; It has always been you and yourself against the world. No one is interested in your failures but everyone one will always want a piece of cake from your engagement party to success. Sooner you realise that It’s always has been you who is responsible for all the ups and downs of your life faster you will fathom the reality of never looking up to the world for pity.
Just engrave this in your book of life: You are you and nobody should be able to deny that or take away it from you. This world is and will always we against you but never let that delineate you from the goals and unadulterated love for success. If you want something with enough sedition and dedication there no force powerful enough that will take that away from you.
It’s the essence of existence that makes you feel alive, cherishes and cared. An extravagant sense of just being. Nostalgia, like the mildew, slowly creeps on you while you are not paying attention, mountain grass perfume calling you to those mysterious memory lanes. It is the most reliant fail-safe mechanism that was pre-packed in our DNA by evolution; providing contrast to the predicament of life that tends to be monotonous by the hour. It like jack’s beanstalk taking you to the clouds. So, that you may look upon your puny mortal self and ponder what brought you there. Being nostalgic is the feeling that you have after waking from an afternoon siesta, refreshes you in a jiffy. Once you take a dip into this youth fountain blissfully pulsing with yearning for misty smell reminding of your childhood, friendships long lost into the rubbles of time, gilded mischiefs with friends and siblings, mentally itched holidays and festivities with family, those retarded discussion that went on for hours, limitless roles where you played you own hero.
It’s a gust of winds drifting you to simpler times when being: thrifty was caution, a vulnerability was the strength, pinkie swears were commitments, walking through a dark room was the adventure, imaginativeness was the job and inviting friends to birthday was the greatest happiness. We often close the book as a chapter of life ends, never to read it again but nostalgia wrenches our desires to revisit those ends. Ever so reminding you to the fact that the world will keep going even if everything went wrong but life may not there for you must keep on going writing those chapters so as to be able to revisit those ends when everything goes wrong.
It is the wish come true for a time machine that you always wanted so you could see things in their former glory, fringing on the edge your imaginative universe, wishing you were among those stars.
Nostalgia is the perfect mirror for the ghosts of past, present and future: aptly captured by my dear Friend Manish Shukla :
Sprung in the dawn of relentless flow,
she used to stroll down the lane and steer
to the world, she was an uncaring brat,
No water in her eyes, no drums in her ears,
Nobody knew her, and still, everybody did,
the assumption of reality and reality were no near
An aura that bound her inner soul beneath,
That kept the edges sharp, blunt and clear
But there was something that pushed me to her,
that glowing flame, hidden in the darkness sheer
I saw her in the morning, stomping on the road,
Morning came out the word and made her face cheer
the aghast her in eyes took me aback,
and then the smile she flaunted took me near
soon the time lapsed, and smiles became words,
then there came the time when there only words and no fears
A vast ocean of feel, a pool of emotions,
The hard shell around her contained a pool of tears,
as the words kept going, and the roads between eloped,
the words went on, on the shore, near the river
took me a while to finally feel her life,
the ups, the downs. the cries, the fears
the world made her, a pile of fury
locked in mistrust, too hard to peer
as I went into her eyes, the spark unveiled,
she was the angel that I sought, saw and hear
she was everything I was, a reflection of my soul
that’s when it felt, I am her seer
she seemed rude, rough and the upfront fight for them,
they never really knew, that she was just being a MIRROR!
What is life: A big abyss full of unrealised dreams and shattered hope. You get by daily thinking the next day will be better than the one today. But that day never comes. You spend a lifetime trying to comprehend the mere grandness or the sheer scale on this abyss but always standing at the ledge never trying to reach the bottom of it to piece together those hopes and dreams. You always strive to end the slumber that you are in and take a dip into that rabbit hole to get reincarnated but never going through with it. Because you know It takes the will of steel and wit of a child to even garner courage to peer into that bleak hole. There’s always a voice inside telling you not to bother but the there a world shouting at you to just jump into that never ending blackness. You think you are content without exploring but at the same time you are more curious than a 2 year old child. The sense of euphoria accompanied with endless emptiness is almost haunting. It’s like you are falling through a never ending stream of thoughts followed by a bright light that is almost blinding.
The moment you venture into this realm of emptiness you realise that its not all black but there’s something to it that is surreal almost dream like. A dream from which you don’t want to wake up. It’s like the adrenaline rush that fuels your inner self to go deeper. And as you go deeper you become more conscious and confident that you are the king of this realm and all you had to do was try what nobody ever tried. The moment you realise this you see the darkness giving way to light and that there’s a mirror at the bottom of this never ending Abyss. And It’s you looking at yourself staring at the sky from the bottom of a well. A vanilla sky full of hopes, dreams and aspirations.