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Thoughts, Anyone?

We think the same things now as we did eons back and would be thinking the same things much much ahead in the future unless some really very drastic evolution takes place.

The same words were repeated throughout history.

The same words are being repeated today.

The same thoughts were shared then.

The same ones are being shared now.

We, as humans, as the so-called-intelligent beings on Earth, believe to have evolved much more than the other species. But have we really? Emotionally? Spiritually? Mentally?

Physically, yes. Our way of living has tremendously evolved into a – I won’t say ‘better’ but – rather a convenient style. We get most of our work done without much of those tiring, painstaking efforts. But that’s not the matter I had intended to write about.

I wished to learn about the inner minds of people. I had this intense desire to know whether the person sitting besides me in a train is thinking about the same things that I am. I wanted to know if they are thinking about their parents. And if yes, are those thoughts negative or positive. I felt that I needed to know if the lady who sits in that grocery store has ever had a dog in her life. And if yes, if the dog isn’t with her now, does she miss it?

I would also want to know if my best friend holds any – even a small negligible quantity – grudge against me. I may try my best to hide this feeling, but a tiny light shines in my heart everytime a young, handsome guy walks right past me, and I wonder if he noticed me. And even if he did, I wonder what did he think about me.

When I walk into an art gallery, I ponder over the artistic features in every artworks. I try to think about the thoughts that the artist must have been thinking while painting them. I do get a few vibes. They may be the same feelings that the artist might have been thinking, or they might be like the ones the other viewers are thinking.

On my way home, I see a boy, of about 10-12 years old, riding shotgun in a car. The car had halted at a traffic signal. The boy had a hunched body structure as he was peering down at the trophy he was holding inside his bag, at the same time anticipating the reaction he would get from his driver. Would it be as good as or better than his parents? And I start to wonder about them.

And in the end, I wonder if there are others who think like I do. At times, I know there’s almost everyone who thinks like this.

Human mind is weird. It makes you believe that you are different and yet the same.

Sometimes, I feel there’s a huge traffic of these thoughts. There must be an option to wipe out the screen. To merely enjoy the void. The feeling of nothingness. The vacuum. To get a small bit of relief from the floundering nature of our minds. But I know it won’t happen on it’s own. Someone needs to act. I need to act. I need to unclog the unnecessary garbage swirling around in my mind, occupying the space that would have been used for some better revolutionary thoughts and ideas.

And I know, now’s the time to do it. The sooner, the better.

– Suri

Journey To Another Land.

It felt magical, it felt out of the world; The journey to the land of innocence!

The joy in one’s eyes, the fear in another’s; The struggle of one soul, the pureness of other.

One look towards him & he gave a warm smile,

We turned around to leave and he said goodbye!

The charisma in the atmosphere wasn’t the one to be longed for;

But surely would be the one to always be remembered.

They shouldn’t be languished with pity; Instead must be adorned with love and happiness.

For those worthy of sympathy are only the ones, who have it all yet fail.

Together they dance and shout and play;

Enjoying the last days to the full extent.

Whereas, we, in spite of all the good around us,

search for that tiny pint of darkness to overshadow our hearts.

I might have visited them only for a brief while;

Yet, the smiles have been etched with a graver spade!

Journey To Another Land.

– Suri

Note: This is a poem that I have written as a dedication to the people staying at Orphanages. My recent visit to an Orphanage inspired and influenced me to bring out all my feelings in the form of a poem.


P.S.: This is my third poem. Am I improving in my poetry skills? Let me know, readers! 🙂

Abandoned.

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“You haven’t got any idea how it feels like to be alone” – one of his friends cried out. “You’re always surrounded by someone or the other.” He was left with only a slight curve of his smile to offer, on the outside. Internally, it was a completely different scenario. There were series of various images flashing before his eyes – of all the times he had been abandoned, deserted and labelled as an outcast. Life is hard. But it always seems to be easy and peaceful; when furnished with a smile. 🙂

– Suri

Is This Life?

At 10 when I told them I was depressed;

They thought I just looked that word up in a dictionary and only trying to use it in a sentence.

At 13 when I told them I was depressed;

All I received were strange and weird looks and awkward stares.

At 16 when I told them I was depressed;

They told me I was just a kid and I shouldn’t worry about things a lot.

Now at 18 when I tell them I’m depressed;

All they tell me is, “Giving up already? You have a very long way to go. Look at me, in spite of all my problems, I ain’t wailing around like you do.”

A close friend of mine once said, “No two people can have the same set of problems. Hence, problems cannot be compared.” When he told me this, it seemed to be an utterly meaningless sentence. Later when I gave it a thought, the mist began to fade away. It’s meaning clearly showed up. True. We cannot compare each other’s problems. Because, each person has a different/ unique way of looking at things. An entirely different perspective. What is simply a problem for me, might be an opportunity dressed as a problem for someone else. It all depends upon us. Our perspective. There is no such thing as universal problem.

Knowing this, people think they have more greater problems than their fellow counterparts. Nothing wrong with it. Even I do so. I’m a human being right? And this is a human nature. Though, try having a bit control over it.

Just because we don’t act like a maniac, just because we don’t need a psychiatrist, and just because we have a huge smile plastered over our face, all the time; doesn’t mean we ain’t suffering from depression! Or does it? Only when the symptoms are extremely severe, do people consider the case as acutely vulnerable. But even if we don’t need a psychiatrist, it doesn’t mean that our feelings need to be completely ignored and neglected.

Next comes one of the worst nightmares for a depressed soul – Sympathy. It’s a common misconception that people suffering from depression crave for sympathy. In fact, it’s the last thing on Earth that they would ever ask for. We all like to be called strong, don’t we? The only thing that they desperately crave for is a normal and peaceful life. Now, the concept of a normal life just as a ‘problem’ varies from person to person. Normal is a relative term. Some may consider a life with riches as a normal life, while others may categorize the life of a recluse to be a normal life. Again, it depends upon perception.

Though we are surrounded by many a great problems, the smallest gestures – a smile without a reason, the view of a butterfly dancing around us, the sweet bird chips heard from our balcony, reading a wonderful article, and many other things such as these – can bring an instant smile to our face and cleanse us from all our negative old crappy thoughts! Isn’t that feeling heavenly? But maybe these are just ‘Depression Perks‘.

I read an article the other day which said that, ‘Artistic creativity may share genetic roots with schizophrenia and bipolar disorder.’ They had conducted a survey wherein most of those who suffered from schizophrenia and bipolar disorders, came from creative backgrounds such as, visual arts, theatre, dance, writing and music.They further even said that, “The results of this study should not have come as a surprise, because to be creative, you have to think differently from the crowd.” Woohoo! So here’s another benefit.

It’s true that when we are depressed/ sad, we think about things deeper than ever. We think about things in a varied way of their consequences. This includes, both negative thoughts as well as positive. But there are times when the negative wave rises to such a height that there is no way back. The wave is bound to engulf upon you. It is committed to take you away with it. And at such times, we feel completely helpless. We just keep staring at the wave, from a distance, waiting for it to take you on it’s perpetual journey!

So dear readers, what do you folks do to avoid this negative wave that approaches you every once in a while?

– Suri

The Favourite Word, ‘Nostalgic’!

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     Then comes the intensive longing for the past. Wherein you actually have to ask yourself, “Is this what they call ‘nostalgia’? Really? But, isn’t it supposed to be soothing? Isn’t it supposed to bring a big smile on my face? Then why is it breaking me down??” Perhaps, I’ll never find the answer to it. But yes, nostalgia is both placid and turbulent at the same time. And I don’t even know how is that possible?!

– Suri

Strange Strangers

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Strangers are so strange. Each day, we meet a new one. And each day, we forget an older one. Some of these stay in our lives for a very short duration, like a few days, or maybe a few hours or just a quick glance of an eye. While there are others, who ought to be in our lives a little longer. Maybe a year or two?

Be they with us for a short time or long; for just a glance or a stare; for the Earth’s rotation around itself or it’s revolution around the Sun; you ought to believe that, Strangers-teach-us-useful-Life-Lessons!!

Accept it or not, strangers give us their most honest opinion on almost every other thing. “They have nothing to lose”, you might say. True. You’re absolutely right. But once you’ve been slapped on your face (not literally!), won’t you rethink upon what went wrong and then improve yourself? Or would you rather prefer the fake encouragements of your so-called friends (no offense) and be satisfied? Left without any scope for improvement..?

Anyways, what I want to say here is that, yes, strangers can be rude or they could be kind; but we should all be glad for they exist. They have been sent into our lives by God to teach us a lesson. An important one.

Doesn’t it make your day, when, after a long, hectic day at work, you receive a sweet, kind smile from an eight year old  – a stranger – on your way back home?

     A smile is a very powerful tool. It speaks a thousand words. This gesture, as small as a smile, is capable of lifting off the burden of the entire world – which we carry around, on our shoulders – within seconds. Suddenly, the words, Humanity, Kindness, Honesty cross your mind. You may think it was just another stranger… but wasn’t that feeling great? At that very instant, you start reconsidering your life. You start thinking about the actual purpose of your life (which maybe you haven’t thought about so deeply, for like the past so many busy years) , your needs, your luxuries and so on and on….. until…….

“HELLOOOOO…!!! ARE-YOU-THERE..??” …Until you hear these words. At first, you think you went unconscious for a while, but by then you feel everything is shaking!! Wait. What? Oh nooo!!! YOU-ARE-ABOUT-TO-FALL-DOWN AND LO! “AM I TALKING TO A WALL??!” Suddenly your eyes fall upon the confused face of your friend and you realize SHE was the source of those loud words and the shaking. You realize that you had been so engrossed with the strangers’ thoughts that you couldn’t hear even a single word of your friend’s constant blabbering!

Sometimes, a stranger makes you think even more deeply, than a friend does…

A few strangers enter your life to become friends. Others, come in as a stranger, become acquainted, become friends.. but eventually leave as a stranger. It’s life. You can’t stop anyone from leaving. But, make sure, you cherish the good, old memories you’ve had with them. *wink*

To all the strangers in my life- I’m glad that you all exist. I hope you are too… 🙂

– Suri

A Lie..

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A tear rolled down by her cheek. Her vision blurred. And though she nearly chocked and couldn’t utter even a single syllable; She braced herself, put on a weakish smile, gave the slightest wink and spoke the smallest sentence, with the biggest lie, “I’m fine.”

– Suri