Everybody wants to rule the world...

“The young blood rushed through his veins; in his pensive self he counted his agony and the solutions in the same breath. With his feisty self he clenched his fists and declared- One day…I shall rule the world”

I recon all of us saying this to ourselves or out loud once in our lives, the time when we were on the conquest of our world and sure of ruling it. The restlessness just builds on to you imploring you to walk the path. The path which will eventually declare you a hero in your own right, and even better in everyone else’s as well.

This is the time when someone requires guidance the most. However gusto you have, to walk that way, you need a signboard that points to that direction. I have come across so many people, who have the mix that makes me think this person is going places, what they lack is a direction. It’s like you have the ingredients ready in front of you in the exact amount but you don’t know how to cook.

This thought perhaps comes from my own state of mind these days. It is impossible for this breed to think we are made for the mundane stuff. Such is the surge to make a difference we find ourselves in scores of people who are screaming to be called different. Doesn’t this “similarity” give us an opportunity to unite and make a difference? With such dynamic mindsets it is difficult to attain a state of similar interests, but perhaps that is not even required.

It is quite a sorry state frankly. With oodles of energy and no vent out, the fire just burns out. You are left reminiscing at your once exuberant youth and wonder “I was you a couple of years back”. Yes I met someone who said this and it was pretty scary to find myself lash that sentence to someone who would come for the signboard and find a dead end.

It’s a phase….some tell me you will grow out of it. But do we need to? Should we? Can someone help me and the scores behind me with a sign board?

A figment of the imagination...

Some things are just too perfect in your head. Some moments are lived so well inside one’s mind that their existence in life becomes secondary. Needless to say such things happen to people with an extremely powerful imagination. It is like relishing a moment you desire to live, unknown of its occurrence in life, and living it in your head out of insecurity. Insecurity that the moment in its subsistence, so perfect, will never occur in your life. It doesn’t kill the hope though, if not anything it builds on it. The inspiration for the thoughts comes from various sources, a few tasteful movies, books or nature. But never does it come from someone else’s life because if it would, you can’t live it so well in your head. You always imagine the unbelievable and inimitable for yourself, heck you are the star of the movie. On the other hand, knowing that a moment is about to be lived, you imagine countless ways of its occurrence but intentionally leave out the details for the experience. “I have imagined the perfect walk with you by the lake, the moment where something I believed so strongly came true, the slow dances, the smile that I meant with the teardrop, the hug that meant ‘I will take care, the smile that meant ‘you are beautiful’ and the hold of your hand that meant you are the only constant that I seek in my life”