The testimonies of time

l ike the light at the end of the tunnel.., the impenetrable darkness never fades, like the fragrance of the flowers.., the leaves break and wither to all shades... like the stars scintillating at night.., the summer sun singes the sand, like the tranquil breeze through the hair.., the prodigious high tides lash the land... like the green cover in the forest.., the deserts line the map of earth, like the ethereal fog on the cold surface.., to carbon black smoke there's no dearth... like the serene blue skies.., the honks-brawls never cease, like the 'sweet dream' each night.., the nightmare perturbs thy ease... like the path that lies ahead.., the trail left behind is daunting, like the heights newly attained.., the GHOSTS of the past are HAUNTING...

Hmmm.. So I’ve been on a thinking spree.. On a rather enchanting yet arduous one at that.. It’s like that giant joy ride at the amusement park that amuses you first but as the speed increases to its max, you begin to feel nauseous..!! I guess that's what free time does to you. Your self-proclaimed-introspection by way of your random-to-the-core tut-tuts and self inflicted scrutinies start taking up gigantic concrete forms, much like that of a rotten shady egg, smelling profoundly of squalor, the sudden shattering of which threatens to engulf your senses in a vast sludge of delusional emotions which have this tendency to play havoc-havoc with your normal disposition.. So when this rotten demoniacal egg assumes a size that would put a dinosaur to a complex, it becomes vital to make the egg boil taking care to keep it from rupture, and ensuring at the same time the slime is quietly transformed to a soft disposable mass.. And thence thou embark on thy blogging voyage..:P No, I’m not ...

Grab ahoy! the first hold, alone on the untreaded, tread on.., lays your destiny its subtle steps, for long in your slumber it has drawn.. Dread not the splinters on the way, hardly do they pierce deep.., aware you are, of the road at length, you’ve carved it in your sleep.. “A cul-de-sac”, its called by the clique, there’s nothing more futile they say.., the denunciation, oh! its amusing, luster you behold beyond the fray.. The path is at large picturesque, positive perspective here, seals the deal.., enthralling so is the destination, adversities as many, let the road reveal.. The scattered sunrays mark its daytime, crafting shadows where the trees intrude.., mystical lights ornament the night, dancing across the surface, they elude.. Your peers, still are loath, wedge, their feet may, in the swamp.., fret no bar for the intrepid, lotuses, you foresee, after the tramp.. Grab ahoy! the first hold, alone on the unfollowed, forge on, honor... yes, glory! awaits the inventor, your reveri...

A r e we ever content with what we have? Are we ‘truly’ satisfied with what we achieve whenever we do it? The answer to the not so a million dollar question draws the line between what I perceive ‘positive attitude’ or the negative side of it … A careful introspection of our intrinsic behavior would reveal that even in the happiest and smuggest of situations, most of us still have something to rue about.. “Oh I am so happy with the result, but yea it could have been much better...”, “yep, I’m surely on my way to my aim, but if some things had been my way, things would have been different...” Sounds familiar eh?? Now the point is not that whether we should or should not aim for higher goals, the point is we do succeed in finding something to crib about whenever the hell we can!! To this propensity, my mom often recites to me perspicuously- at a given point in time, there are probably a zillion reasons to feel disconsolate; and probably a few elusive reasons to feel happy… But if you ar...

TIME... Time is the best healer... Leave your wounded heart and soul to this sanctum, the sanctum of time.., and it will solace your pains like a counselor there ever was... TIME... Time is the greatest teacher.. Confine your brain to this solitude, the solitude of time.., and experience your mind wander from your blunders of life to your ultimate fantasies... It will show you your demeanour as it hitherto was and as it should be... TIME.. Time is the closest friend.. In the hour of distress and anxiety..,all you heed are the seconds passing by in the overhead clock..,expecting them to sympathize.., halt, run backward.., perform any task it could, to relieve you, relieve you of its bind.. In the end, my friends, we just need more time.. NEED i say more??? Welcome to the blog.. The TEstimonies Of Time.. Here, in my own little 'time capsule' in the arena of cyberspace, I shall open my mind up.. and shall try to express my lessons, experiences and feelings, learnt in this journey ...