It was a great Night. But i had a task ahead of me. Time for yet an another philosophical expedition. I had to reason out an insignificant behavior of mine during that day. I hate trading my sleep with anything else in this world...But i had to do this....Something very significant happened that morning...It was a rude awakening....
What happened ?
One of those mundane days. Nothing special. I went to office, felt good talking to Laurie - who is a great cook, got my first cup of coffee and started looking for the knife and fork. I found the fork but not the knife...Shit..Great...The perfect way to kick start the day. Deb would already be cursing me for not showing up in time for the meeting...but i had to have my breakfast...I asked the cafeteria lady about the knife. She seemed to be amused but was courteous enough to let me know that the knives were indeed there in front of me. what the hell was she talking ? I looked for it again...it was there, piled in hundreds in front of me. The only difference was that it was white in color instead of the regular black. I felt like a fool. I am dead...Dead man walking. Another classic display of my conditioned, dull, greatly programmed mind. I limped slowly to my nest.....talking to me all the way along to make sure that i don't indulge in any further logical reasoning of the happenings. I had a lot of other stuffs to do....Deb and Brendan would be happy see me doing my job rather than me indulging in my philosophical journey. It can wait till the evening...
Fast forward to that night....My expedition...
I had an image of the knife and i allowed myself to be conditioned, not to expect anything else different from this knife. It is supposed to be a free world . So,the knife decided otherwise and changed its color. But i was not prepared for the change.The change has to announce its arrival loud and clear, Otherwise i refuse to accept it...Oh man !! I can only pity myself...But the smoke is slowly raising and things are getting more clear....The insignificant plastic white knife became my zen master that day...How do i look at the lovely humans around me ? Do i enjoy the sun, trees as i drive and walk by ? Do i see things as they are at that moment ? NO, I don't. I don't really see them....I communicate with the image i have about them, rather than communicating with the actual thing...i am doing no justice to my life and my relationship. I felt very weak.
But i would not give up. My philosophical journey continued with great intense for a long time into that night. Slowly everything fell in place..in order. My mind stopped chattering. Silence embraced me. I slept peacefully...It was yet an other happy journey...
Girls and Guys... You are free to dismiss my musing as yet an other session of intellectual masturbation. The field is wide open. Get..Set..Go
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