Tag: View Point

Chasing the Thoughts

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Wish I never sit to analyse my thoughts. At one moment my mind is busy gathering the ‘to-do’ list and helping to sort out the day’s activities, and at the same moment it also drags in thoughts that are ‘out of context’, especially at that given point of time.

These captured thoughts stay at some corner of the mind obsessively, and return at an apt moment to show “how significant they can be.”

Interestingly, each and every ‘uncalled thought’ that came by has contributed significantly. Probably, it was a concept feathering to take its unusual flight.

Rightly pointed out by a researcher, “naturalistic analysis shows how we can have some understanding of a concept without the ability to strictly define it.”

Indeed, “creativity is linked to fundamental qualities of thinking, such as flexibility and tolerance of ambiguity.”

But, how often do we appreciate our thought processes? I do agree that, it is not necessary for every thought to materialise into a concept.

It is even more difficult  when someone insists that they have never had a stray thought.

Some of us write down our thoughts that may vary from a single word to a paragraph. Some may even cite the page number from a book that had the ‘word’. And we sit to analyse the ‘thoughts’ at our leisure.

I have found it to be a  stimulating experience; or rather an interesting exercise as if playing a jigsaw puzzle or a scrabble. However, there is absolute chaos when it comes to brainstorming. But in the end, it takes a beautiful form with the right trims and the cuts.

Walk to Life

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It was a Sunday morning. The Sun was yet to light the day to brightness. The slight chill of November was refreshing. And we were feeling the wind as we set on a bike ride.

The roads were rather quiet except for a few early risers. But the parks were livelier with “morning walkers”, and “strong believers of fitness mantra”.

There were some who walked their dogs, while the others jogged with music plugged in their ears, and some others who chose quieter corners to practice meditation.

We parked our bike outside one such park that faced the sea; a visual delight. Its endless broad pavement with planted trees on the sides, were indeed welcoming.

We were instantly drawn to a few elderly people who had stopped by to relax on the benches. Their faces reflected an inner peace and their friendly smile spread warmth. Though they seemed to be relaxing, they were concentrating on the slow exercises, moving their aging hands and legs carefully.

Their exuberance was infectious. Without realising, I found myself following their steps. My hands moved along with my feet; I slowed myself to unwind the tension that had built on my neck. An occupational hazard that, I am tackling on a weekly basis.

Surprisingly, we kept walking along the path with little distraction. We did not share any conversation, neither family nor the office. The only awareness was a kind of undefined happiness.

The sea appeared calm to the wind ruffles. However, our eyes were fixed at the undefined azure stretch of sky and sea. Incidentally, both of us were thinking about the infinite in our stretch of lives.

How many hours had passed by, we did not recollect. We were back on our bike riding, and the undefined presence of Sun as our “Guardian Angel” kept us company.

Simple Wish of A Woman

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Women are women. The forwards on whatsapp, email and other social networking sites, have had a great deal of women-centric jokes and “respect women” messages.

That’s when I read a piece of news about a 100-year-old woman, who has fulfilled her wish to see the ocean, feel the sand and the sea recently. For Ruby Holt it was a wish of a lifetime.

She is one of the lucky few.

However, there are women around the globe, who may not have had an opportunity to fulfill their simple wishes. Life is defined differently for them. They work long; run their homes and rest to plan for the next day.

If asked, “do you have any wish?” the reply is predictable. “My wish is to see my children happy”. She is proud of her strength, and her ability to share her family responsibility. Everything that she does, she calls it her duty.

Such women hardly complain. I learnt it from my mother. And they find ways to keep themselves happy.

I recall a paragraph from Paulo Coelho’s “The Valkyries”…. I quote it from purely a woman’s point of view.

“She was a strong woman, although she appeared to be a weak one. She was a person who walked the path of love, regarding it as the only possible road to wisdom. A path where mysteries were revealed through surrender and forgiveness. She was seeing it with such clarity!”

Meta? Aren’t We?

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“Meta”!

The four letter word, a curious case that it seems, have a way with words. Appears to be a detached word, yet it defines existence.

My search for the word began with a few spam mails that had used ‘meta’, repeatedly. Surprisingly, online Merriam-Webster dictionary returned the definition “as river over 620 miles (995 kilometers) NE Colombia flowing into the Orinoco on Venezuela-Colombia boundary”.

While ‘meta’ prefixed words explain the situation as what goes “after” or “beyond” mostly, philosophy accepted the ‘meta’ reality as existence. Well, another dictionary explains it as a term “used to characterise something that is characteristically self-referential,” and is of relevance in art.

A friend, who has been in the field of content writing and marketing, explained it as a means to help you rank your pages in the search engine. “Basically it is the description about the page”. A well described page or content will reflect in every search.

Following the rules of content writing, careful repetition of keywords becomes a habit. A little help and some understanding of the technique, may lead to a page’s success on the search engine.

My passing thoughts seem to be getting jumbled in the process. Meta may be “about” and “beyond”. It may have references in being competitive as well as in human emotions. But isn’t it all about the struggle for existence? Aren’t we “meta” in our day to day living? I wonder.