Ergophobia...

Gardens are not made by singing: -- "Oh, how beautiful!" and sitting in the shade.

Silence must be heard

Maun ... or silence. The power of the mind over the chatter of the mouth. Sometimes it is good to keep our mouths shut and let our mind do the talking... listen to what we have within us... what we are trying to say to ourselves. Often in the chaos of everyday we ignore the fact that we do exist. We are all busy playing our roles... and often forget the real purpose of acting is to make a living... as in a life.

They say that all the worlds a stage... but there has got to be a greenroom... otherwise where are we goin to prepare for the grand spectacle.
Have you ever observed a bullring clown before he goes out to face the bulls... he is gravity personified... not a word, cause he knows that these maybe the only moments of peace he might ever get... once he gets out there it is only chaos. Charging 1,300 pound (600 kilograms) bulls and you have to make a fool out of yourself standing in their way. Those few moments of silence is all that he has to prepare himself for the show. Sorta reminds me of me...

These moments are usually the defining moments of a persons life. It is the lull before a storm. The more deafening the silence the greater havoc the storm will wreak.

Ofcourse silence is not all that a man must practice. Just like we will never realise the value of freedom until we are bound, it is in much the same way that we get to appreciate the power of oneself through silence.

Some moments demand silence... and others action. In the words of the great Martin Luther King.. Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter. And in the humble words of yours truly... shut up when you dont know what to say, it makes you look wise.

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Dare to Dream

the dream may be to see oneself at the pinnacle of success, may be to have a good life which promises to bring happiness to all the people around us.... it might just be that your dream is to find yourself..... i can see vivid dreams.... it was real clear ... i caught a fleeting glimpse....but could not quite hold on to it.... the will to find it again is burning in me.... it is right ahead... the horse of time is galloping away... but i aint giving up... i am sprinting already... might get tired... but i am sure going to track it down.... just hope in that quest i dont loose sight of the ones dearest to me... i will not loose sight of the ones dearest to me... we are the future and the need the strength... the will to strive... the will to build... the will to live.. the will to get a hold and pull out the ones stuck in the web of time is overwhelming... it might be that running behind your dreams may not be the right way... but you will sure discover your way of finding them.... we have to get the strength in our arms.... to strength to lift them up and be ready to be counted... life has its own twists and turns... it is time to get them straight.. the time we spend doing nothing just became history... I promise to make the dreams I have dared to dream come true....

Time to live

when friends are together, time just seems to fly..... all the troubles seem so far away... they seem to have just evaporated.... time plays the strangest games, when we are alone, time just seems to be stagnant..... when we are together, time ceases to exist... at times, time seems to have just drifted by.... at other times there just does not seem to be enough time.... the time comes when it seems that time has expanded.... the moment has frozen..... just the very next moment, time just flows through you.... the rhythm of time cannot be mistaken, it has its own heart beat... time comes alive. There is no pain, time fills you up.... the memories, the moments have been ingrained in your mind... a time to treasure... time has taken over... time is all pervasive...

Frozen Cold

my fingers and hands have frozen cold. they refuse to move... refuse to work the way they used to. my hands are slowly turning useless. the only thing that i dread is that they are goin dead. i am my hands. my hands are all i can call my own. they are the only thing i can control. who am i ? what am i doin in my life. this rut has gone on far too long. i am out of touch with this world... i donno what is the latest music... what is the latest that is in the world of fashion ... not that i was bothered before... but atleast i knew what was in... i never like to follow... i hate being tutored by ignorance... my ideas are drying up... creativity has gone for a toss.... my vocabulary has not improved an ounce in the last 2 years... creative writing is my passion... if i werent in business... i would have been an author or a reporter or something that involves the literary intellect... to create is to live... to create something new everyday is what i crave... i loved science because it gave me the possibility to create something new... to make something... i love writing cause i love to create a new experience... i love travellin because i hate being stagnent... one has to be self made... make a mark for himself in this world of billions of faces pushing aimlessly everyday only to make a living... but what is a living... just goin to work everyday... life is outside work... atleast for me... when i was a kid i dreamt of being a scientist... i never really wondered why i must do that... it was just a feeling i had... it was the promise of creation ... to lead... of being able to do what you love... i crave a real guru... who has the gyan ... not the information... please help me thaw..... please!!!