It's 1.12 a.m. on 05.07.2015. It is a Saturday night and I am just back from work. It has been a long time since I had last gone to my village. In other words, I had been rotting in a hot box metropolitan city. I hail from a village which is greener than the greenest emerald and has lakes bluer than the bluest sapphires. Unsatisfied with my village, I ended up in this city looking for faster ways to get rich and popular.
I have spent a major chunk of the past 3 years in this city. But I have not seen any place other than my workplace and bedroom. When I look back, I do not even remember seeing a single star in the night sky on any given night. I partly take the blame for it, for I have not looked for one everyday. Alas, I belong to the pseudo intellectual community who spend their time reading, writing, speaking and thinking things that hardly makes a difference to the world at large or to their own selves. Once I shed those sticky robes of the artificial significance created by the illusion of reality, I get a better view of things and then I realize that the superfluous domination of material thoughts has led to severe deterioration of my moral and spiritual existence. I crave for comfort and luxury, temporary of course, but of the kind that would lead to an erosion of the nature's wealth and of my own mind. As I am typing this, a few honey bees are being victimized by the waves that my wireless internet device uses. If I switch to the good old hard copy writing, the forest and the trees will be the silent (literally!) victims. I don't even know from where the ink comes.
But one thing that I realised over the past few months is that I tend to get clearer in my mind when I write. Hence, I have decided to scribble my random thoughts and fears in this blog. I hope that this shall help me overcome my doubts and nightmares and that one day I will have the courage to do what is necessary.
I have spent a major chunk of the past 3 years in this city. But I have not seen any place other than my workplace and bedroom. When I look back, I do not even remember seeing a single star in the night sky on any given night. I partly take the blame for it, for I have not looked for one everyday. Alas, I belong to the pseudo intellectual community who spend their time reading, writing, speaking and thinking things that hardly makes a difference to the world at large or to their own selves. Once I shed those sticky robes of the artificial significance created by the illusion of reality, I get a better view of things and then I realize that the superfluous domination of material thoughts has led to severe deterioration of my moral and spiritual existence. I crave for comfort and luxury, temporary of course, but of the kind that would lead to an erosion of the nature's wealth and of my own mind. As I am typing this, a few honey bees are being victimized by the waves that my wireless internet device uses. If I switch to the good old hard copy writing, the forest and the trees will be the silent (literally!) victims. I don't even know from where the ink comes.
But one thing that I realised over the past few months is that I tend to get clearer in my mind when I write. Hence, I have decided to scribble my random thoughts and fears in this blog. I hope that this shall help me overcome my doubts and nightmares and that one day I will have the courage to do what is necessary.
