Flying in Air

                                                                   

                              Today I am going to talk about my day dream and it takes birth with the hold of a pen.

I like to hold a pen in my right hand. I love if someone gave me a pen as gift. A good, fine, elegant, smooth & comfortable to hold. Give me the feel as I am going to write the most important thing for human mankind, as I am going to redefine the power of fiction. Sometimes it feel like i am going to write something as complex as quantum mechanics or rocket science or f1’s dual clutch automatic gear box. Sometimes the bible of psychology or philosophy which will guide human b’s for indefinite centuries. Yes, I agree it’s like flying in the air without knowing your potential, flying in your dreamy world & we all know everyone is hero in their dreams or super human, so am i.
                             No doubt sometimes I talk stupid. I actually once heard that ‘doing nothing is a drag itself’, so I thought talking stupid can also be productive sometimes. But hey that doesn’t mean I am practicing stupidity.
                             Ok, let me remind myself where I was, yes, flying in air (I suddenly look at the title actually) without knowing your potential. Our elders used to say that it is very dangerous to fly because when storm comes you fall on earth very badly. But let me tell you one thing apart from elders theory, life is nothing without tragedy, nothing big can be achieved without tragedy so be curious to get one. So fly & fly fearlessly, of course everyone flies fearlessly because they haven’t faced the storm yet.
                             Now on the other side (mature side), on the other side of stupidity,  when we came to know our potential, when we’ll find ourselves from deep within, what will be the change in our behavior. Shall we be still wants to fly? Well I don’t think so, what I think is we would want to run than to fly then. Actually don’t get confused, flying & running both are important. If you want to learn how to run, first you have to fly (day dream) and get hurt. Yes, you read it right ‘get hurt’ & fortunately or unfortunately this is only way to achieve something (whatever your dream is). Actually some people want to fly in their whole life, some wants to run & other gets their spirit of achieving their dreams broken; the value of their confidence level lies on the negative side of number line.
                             So after living that period of time in which we used to fly, we enters in real, practical & sensible period of life (sometimes I hate the word ‘sensible’ because i want to play crazy) & this period of life hardly gets affected or influenced, so that means we are going to be sensible for the rest of our lives. It doesn’t feel great because I think change should be there, minor changes, in different periods of time. Because if we don’t want to change at any period of time then the spirit of learning will die slowly-slowly from within us.
                             And to keep the spirit of learning alive in us for the entire life (after reading this article specially) we have to fly fearlessly again after regular intervals of time. That is the only reason I want to do paragliding, don’t laugh its truth.
                            Alright! After all those precious years in which I fly in air & got hurt (yes, I got hurt), now I want to run & run hard, I need to & I would love to. But occasionally I want to fly fearlessly no matter of what. Because it provides me the regular motivation (in every season, whether the way to gulmurg is closed due to snow fall or not) to keep running until my dream is achieved. I want to use “I don’t care” to get motivated to write something by which I can show my care to someone I love.
                           After all the stupid and confusing talks, now I want to reveal the central idea of this & it is: we should have flexibility in our behavior to adopt or acquire new things in our lives & to relive older things which we quit doing just for sensibility (after got hurt), I strongly believe that if we had learned so much by getting hurt for just once then how much we can learn by getting hurt over and over again (without repeating same mistakes, of course). So, fly-get hurt-run-fly-get hurt-run, this is the most beautiful learning cycle I ever have practiced in my life.                                     tc

Smell of Pages

 I like the smell of the pages of new books. It’s nothing like fresh air or like flowers or the smell of the surroundings where I go for morning walk. Its neither the smell of a fresh day nor the smell of a rainy day; neither resembles the aroma of any eatable thing that I used to eat but it’s something to which my senses gets attracted to. After having the smell of the pages the way I hold the book it gets more attached to me & works as a catalyst in a process to live the wordings of that particular book.
                         But it never happens with music I used to listen because I think there is nothing special or attractive in the smell of the speakers of my computer or the audio system of car. It doesn’t have that magic (or whatever it is) to detach me from the entire world while I am enjoying it, unless I have a specific mood which I want to get enhanced by the compatible music to that mood. Actually to enjoy the feelings little further provided by that mood.
                          The smell of the pages of a new book is “nothing like anything” just like micromax mobiles (only if Mr. Akshay is right about them). After buying any book from a shop or to get it from any of my friend (not as gift, of course, may be they don’t know how much I love books); I used to smell it for a while first with my eyes closed.
                          Ok, so now that you know how much I love books and their smell, it’s time to know something about my character or let us say human behavior (making it more interesting for you). It’s the most common and important question who has the power to judge any human b’s character, it’s the “choose question”. Because we should know our love’s limit. (a). Will I sacrifice my love with the ‘smell of pages’ with something else if needed in worst conditions of my life?  (b). Will I be leaving it because of any reason which falls under ‘compromise section’ of life, just to keep the pace of my life keep going?
                          Alright, here is the combined answer of both of the questions above: so the sacrifice of mine love with pages, well I don’t think so that I’ll sacrifice because then it will not justify love, right! If it is (smell of the pages) so important for me for a book lover that I am writing about it, giving my time to it, then sacrifice means that I am giving away those particular times of my life when I were enjoyed & felt it, this is like surrendering in front of fear of losing & fear of consequences without fighting against challenge & circumstances. We should always know what is more important to us; the voting procedure will be easier then. Even in worst condition of my life the power of choosing is still in my hand & I’ll definitely choose without wasting any time because of only 1 reason that my mind is clear. Let us move on to compromise now, “compromise is like give and take” anyone who i ever had love with anyone at any point of life they would hate compromise. If given special powers to humans, the first thing they will do is removing process of this word from each dictionary present on entire colorful world. But let me tell you one thing friends, this type of words play a vital role to keep our life interesting. They take exams of ours, sometimes we wrote poetry on the page of life because the effect of these words on our life. Every true student knows the importance of exams. Exams tell you the present level of awareness of yours. Awareness of everything.
                         So, it is very clear that neither I am going to sacrifice my love for anything (because I have the power to choose, running along my breath) nor I am going to compromise. Because it’s very hard to imagine my life without my love, no one can take place of the elements which built my soul and keep it alive for such a long time. It’s like negotiation isn’t it? I strongly believe that negotiable life is worse than death.
                         On very closer inspection of myself I figured out that how important is small thing like ‘smell of pages’ is for me & I don’t even know when I fall in love with it (only if love means can’t live without something or someone & always ready to do anything for it or someone, an element which completes our life).              tc