Whats Nxt?

I am not a  fan of perfect. In fact I despise it.

Its kinda restraining, like being captured, being chained, like geeee and bleahhh..

You know whats awesome, whats exciting , super-cool ( other than me :P), its improving, creating versions 1.0, 2.0… 5.0 or even like aota.zeta.queta (infinite possibilities you see)  whatever you call it. There is freedom, nothing to restrict, and you are in the fearless zone, that takes you into the mood of:

                                Its allright, allright,

                                Its okay, okay,

                                Its all good, all good….

                                                                With a nice peppy tune to it...

HAKUUUNA MATATA...............................................................

Those are the times when you have your rosy spects, everything is within your reach, and in fact things seem to be taking care of themselves. I specifically enjoy it when my mind is oozing out what my friends call “barbaad” jokes, though let’s call them PJs. In my defense, they always (without fail) make sense to me.

Everyone experiences this, like someone put fevicol on your smile.

Stick on to them as much as you can. And there is a secret about the spects, they work like laser-detectors, you just automatically see the obvious solution right IN-FRONT-OF-YOU!!!. I'll keep this small (adorably short) coz I am not using spacebar in this blog (just spell-checks!!), its all coming out straight unaltered, un-thought-about. :)

 I am feeling the Hope. Are you??

Could Be Right??

I'm not so happy today, maybe too idleness is the cause.

Yeah, its like my exploration is stuck, because hello I'm falling here in the space. I'm not even sure if its falling or rising there is no frame of reference (remember the pole and train problem). I can breath (somehow) with deliberate effort, no longer an involuntary activity you see.

I steer around and there could be so many things that actually could be, like a weird space-traffic police, a floating chandelier complaining of too much light, a hat beggar (a hat begging for hats), a terrific near-to-death accident, it could be anything!!!. Come on there are so many possibilities.

But here I am stuck, no falling or rising or whatever yet I'm stuck. I dare not let my imagination run wild lest i might loose track of my breathing exercise.

Yet i'm seeing things, things that could be, but not sure if they actually do. For a second I let it be. I let them be true, I let a pencil-kind-of-thing knock me down. I let its eye widen in amazement, I let its voice bellow in some distance from an invisible mouth or is it from its eyes, oh that's what they call talking eyes. I am letting it encourage my excitement on being able to do it, when my eyes begin to close and I tell it not now.

I tell it this a once-in-a-lifetime (if there is a lifetime- no frame of reference again) opportunity to be with this pencil and something besides, you know, write.
But now I feel a sharp physical pain, like a stab in the heart and I beg myself, not now PLEASE. Stay here this is  the 'INCREDIBLE'.

And then i make an effort, a sincere, a determined, a focused effort with all my strength I've got to be up and I force a deep breath.

Dammit!! I forgot to breath. Hah!
But now that I do, there is no pencil. Hallucination perhaps, but there could have been one, it may have disappeared in its secret vehicle TheStand.
So now that again i'm falling/rising. I've got something to munch on "the reality of the pencil hmm." This debate will take a while. I'm happy getting busy again. Meanwhile somethings coming up which can tolerate my essential exercise. Yeah Feel the Hope!!

Catching the wandering thought...

I've been reading and thinking and wondering and imagining and analyzing and then again letting it flow. There is not much to do otherwise in the hot summer vacations is it?

What were all those things about?

It's obvious isn't it?? what happens? why it happens? Are there disguised aliens among us? Are some people we meet actually time-travelers? Is our planet bugged by the extra-terrestrials? how would the world end?

is whatever we see and feel and hear true or just in our mind? 

trust me its intriguing and exhausting!!

Movies, they are the once that baffle me the most. because i am not sure if what i am seeing on screen is something recorded on a magnetic tape or its reality.

Books, come next.

when i read something extraordinary from a book that was kept on my desk for ages. i wonder how strange it is to have stumbled upon it now and not knowing its existence all the time it was there sitting calmly, serenely, undisturbed. But now that its a part of my this very existence.

I searched Google and it came up with this concept of Metaphysics. And reading it was somehow cheating on my thoughts.

Because i wish to save this experience from the scratch. Even if it meant creating my own ABCs.

I also know that soon enough i'll be too tired to ask more questions and then doze off. When i'll be awake i'll avoid these questions and blend in with the r-e-a-l-i-t-y.

But i know it will pop up again during some unexpected moments, some moments of retrospection, in some distant observations, no doubt it will....

and i hope it doesss.