Saturday, 28 January 2017
Loneliness
Friday, 6 January 2017
Intelligence Vs Beauty
Tuesday, 9 August 2016
Masterpiece
Now, coming back to the story, I was sitting in this classroom of a school for attending an exam. It was a 11th grade classroom. I was sitting in a chair beside a desk and writing, afterwards something else caught my attention. Art, in its raw and crude form, telling stories, emotions, heartbreaks, ideas, and debates to me. I was like an archaeologist who had found some ancient cave paintings. I leaned in to see it and there before me were pictures drawn with pencils, pens, and compasses, carving of such elegance, designs of such magnificence. I saw a designer, an artist, a script-er, an architect, a lover, a poet, attempting their frustrations or creativity on that slab of wood as their canvas, mostly to escape the boredom of an infinite lecture. Each one of them had a story to tell. I could see many messages to lovers, something I guess that was never said. Many broken hearts that were bleeding. Many gangs with their epic tales of glory. Many equations which gave them a rope to climb out of the hell they went through. Each had a story of its own. And this, I could understand, having gone through exactly these same stages years before. And I felt art, it took me back to memories and emotions attached to it. It made me feel stuff I had forgotten for years. And finally I understand art. What masterpieces couldn't do was achieved by this raw fresh carvings. I see it now.
Monday, 18 July 2016
Life
Life... Can we decide what we are going to do with our life... I don't know... When I was younger, I used to think that we can become whatever we want to be... Of course... I know... You must be laughing now... But I guess everyone thinks that they have figured out life at least once... Some plan it carefully, keeping checkpoints in a time line, others just face life as it comes, spontaneous. I don't know what I am, or what I want to do or where I want to reach for that matter. I used to plan too, like I should do this, I am good at this, so this should be my career, go ahead and become successful in life... But now, after all these 'education' and learning, I ponder over the very definition of success, of happiness, of career, of the basic idea of life.
I am a polymath. Basically someone who is good at a variety of things. Believe me, it's not always a good thing. I learn stuff very fast, so I get bored very fast too. It's really hard to just focus on a single thing. It's my nature to learn many things. Not a good quality if are looking for a job, I guess or even becoming a specialist.
Then what should I do with all this knowledge that I accumulate. Why do I need this.
Saturday, 16 July 2016
Liberal Arts
Tuesday, 12 July 2016
Hurricane
Saturday, 2 July 2016
Philosophy of Albert Camus
When life obviously has no meaning...it is important to judge whether life is or is not worth living...