I don't know if it is a coincidence, but it rained today and I got wet and now am sitting infront of this machine to write a blog without anything particular in my mind...
itrainedandiwaswet...notanymore...
i remember the day i opened this new blog freshly like a new notebook to put down the nomadic experiences i experience to share it with noone but to myself, to get back one day to see what have i done and if i am the same person at the time of reading, but never managed to continue it after the first post for many reasons, out of which the primary one was that i was content with my life and had literally no time to sit and write down the notes that scattered through out the days from that time, now it doesn't seem to be like that, as much as knowledge and experience and solitude has grown exponentially within me has the adversaries for the same and equal has grow potentially to keep the pace of the life, it is keeping the engine steamed and in full throttle, really, you will not believe that but yes, you have to sit in one of the coaches to find it, you could get a chance for it soon with the posts that might follow in my solitary moments...
Gabriel Garcia Marquez is a genius, the next author i have fallen for flat on the face of earth... thank you for all the solitude that i experience because of you with the Buendia family...
road will be my everlasting love, my home is road, not this four walled one floor and one ceiling box that i happened to sit, it is were i am myself and the generations of living catches me up there in ease and lets me roll like a ball....
i was searching for a tennis ball to play cricket with my brothers, but never found one and when i went out din't take money to buy one and at the end never played cricket with them as i desired in the morning when the sun was shining like bright orange...
it could be the same till the end, when you get what you want you find it is not completely satisfying and you have to still search for the right one, with the nomadic spirit you can't settle with anything lower than or for that sake even higher than what you want, you just want what you want and you are left with no choice but to cruise for it around and in the process torment the spirits clinging to you and you cling to...
i try always to explain things as much as possible so that it could be understood clearly the simple basic concepts of the matters that is under focus just to make it more and more worse than the beginning and to find that square one is where i have arrived after all the efforts taken to explain it...
what could be end if you don't know what is the beginning, there could never be a straight answer for this question, history as told to us has no proofs to validate it and history as we see with our eyes tell it is impossible to find it, so what do you do thinking about the end, now isn't it matter that you are somewhere between it and you need to get to the end?
somewhere in the path i got this habit of telling things so randomly that i cant stop the habit which is now clinging on tom me to make it look awkward....
the randomness of the being is always so weird and normal that i ceased to believe in any normalcy, as in the books, as it could not be true until it is acted out as in real life around you. it is that randomness with weird combination that keeps beating around the bush within to make things look normal and complex at the same time. simple is not normal, as there is nothing too simple to be simplified in the outset of our nature, as simply you can't tell am mad to write this without knowing what is going on in my mind at the time of writing this and the past and the surroundings and the speed of the fan and the temperature of the room i am in and the keyboard i use and the table that it is placed on and many other things, so when you know all that and this, just simply you will not be able to convince it in just few words about the lunacy as madness or craziness, so simplicity could be the beginning of disaster of your understandings, that you try to put forward in few words of language in which you know only few lakh words while there are more crores of words with combinations and permutations and possible grammar what could add on to make it look altogether different in the outlook of the person who just has the mere knowledge just to spell it one by one till the end, and read it still to the end, just to get to know out of curiosity what it could possibly be, just to find out the minimal truth instead of not able to know the things behind screen, which starts the vicious cycle to begin from the place one, which is the beginning and the simple thing all that we discuss is we don't know where the beginning is and how could we derive at the end with all the gambling of these words with the combinations put forward and understood while reading at this juncture?
-to be continued..
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