Liquid state of mind

“You must be shapeless, formless, like water. When you pour water in a cup, it becomes the cup. When you pour water in a bottle, it becomes the bottle. When you pour water in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Water can drip and it can crash. Become like water, my friend.” — Bruce Lee

I think we should be like milk. Whatever qualities of water the aforementioned legend highlighted in the above quote, milk possesses them too. Unlike water, milk is sensitive. Water is colourless while milk is mostly white and nourishes both racists as well non-racists. Didn't we have milk first before water? (Scientifically speaking, breastmilk has about 90% water but let's stick with the argument!) Lastly, water can hide in milk but can the latter do that in the former? Can you hide someone in you or vice versa?

Decoding the end

What next? After life? Heaven? Hell? Sheaven? Shell? The answer might lie in our assumptions. But one instance is for certain: We're going to fade away. Eventually. Whatever we do now is what matters. Tomorrow is an altogether different ballgame. After all, death ain't a great believer of procrastination. It's damn punctual. Everyday is a seemingly ceaseless exercise in a void that connects birth with its ultimate partner. Blip. Personally, i don't romanticize death as much as its aftermath; the pangs undergone by those who survived a departure. If nothing else, it helps me expand my horizon. Wonder why it happened. Loss is a fabulous teacher. Like dogs, with their relatively shorter lifespan, helped our evolution by teaching a lesson or two in non-human bereavement. Death is death be it of any kind. You see aspirations die or confidence destroyed. Slow, sublime passing away of a thing so prominent minutes ago. And when you look at the bigger picture—with closed eyes, if possible—it comes to you. Slowly. You see yourself breaking the code of life. Death can surely wait.

What you see is what you read

There's a poem hidden somewhere in this blog post.















If you can't see it, you obviously don't deserve poetry. Sorry.

Rest in world peace

In their quest to wear the tiara, the beauty queens often lie. And the most obvious act of falsehood takes place when they promise to work towards world peace PROVIDED they win the title. It's like an old adage which refuses to go out of fashion. As for the audience, nobody sits down to wonder why world peace and not anything else. Well, the reason is pretty simple. World peace, at its purest form, is an idea. And a noble one at that. Also, because we'll never attain it no matter how hard we try. That never happened before nor shall it happen as the world is already at peace. Just that our collective perception of world peace is slightly different from the way it was meant to be. We love to fiddle with our thoughts and let our imagination lose control. However, just imagine our planet with everything plain, unchaotic, simple and turbulentless. No clashes to begin at or a decay to end with. Sounds stale, doesn't it? Yes, there are human factors that needs to be reined but we prefer to overlook them in our pursuit of something greater. No surprise we fail. It's always been about personal outlook. For instance, tigers are not dying. We're killing them. And there's a difference. Will it go extinct? Most probably. Why does it affect us? We are part of nature. How many insects with no posters to save them are going to bid goodbye for good? We don't really care nor do we know as our knowledge is limited. They might be small but they are here on a purpose too, right? They are also part of the ecosystem. Similarly, who are at war? Humans. Why so? Hmmmm...we can't stand each other. Will world peace return if we got rid of our weapons? Sounds promising but that's not going to happen either. The world is an overstretched canvas of time and space and it operates within a compromising design. A perfect world where nobody kills or cheats or derides others would be the end of it. How would a planet like that function? What will drive the imbalance and thus the need to find a balance? Constant is a dirty word. A day has to give birth to night and seasons, along with people, have to change. Just like the crown that keeps shifting from one head to another.