In an English Class, one can say that Abstract words are those words that cannot be conceived by us physically. It represents an idea, a concept, but what I believe is that more importantly, it holds significance.
For words like LOVE. DREAMS. JUSTICE. FAITH. DESTINY. HOPE. Are beyond our control, more they hold importance to us. One puts belief and all their hearts in these words, because they mean more than that, do they? For some love is someone you're in a relationship with, however its context is varying and hence is called an abstract noun. Love is when rain caresses the ground, or when an old man smiles to his grandson, or simply the wind blowing at our faces. Similarly or likewise, is the case of others. Every person has different concepts or ideas of Dreams, and their concept of Justice, and their belief in faith and the supernatural. I believe when someone puts faith in these words, it motivates them, because indirectly we are putting all our hopes in these words. And albeit we do not have control in either of them. These things are natural and unnatural at the same time. We cannot control to whom we fall in love with, what are dreams are and how much we've accomplished, and faith and the whole concept of it, and destiny and what has store in it.
Yet it is these things that we believe in, and perhaps we all depend on it and yearn it. We all need love sometimes, our dreams, something to believe in and hope. Without the minutest (iota) of it, a person cannot live. Because in times of dire crisis and confusion we rely on them. And we Believe them. Because let's face it? We all need to believe in something in a while. And especially things that are much more powerful and vast than ourselves. Because when we put FAITH and DREAMS ahead of us and LOVE and HOPE for the goodness of the Earth we BELIEVE. We yearn for something better for us, for without them, God knows where would we end up.
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Killing Cockcroaches and Growing
It's amazing how much we all have grown.
The good. The bad.
When we look ourselves in the mirror, and look ourselves as how much we have changed. What do we find? The same eyes looking back at us seven..eight years ago? We were different then. Most of us are taller, smarter, and sometimes even stronger than before.
When we look ourselves in years-old photographs, reminiscent of old memories and life captured in pictures revisiting us like old friends who we used to know. Our younger versions of ourselves smiling, laughing, or simply just rolling their eyes. Perhaps we are different. Than ourselves. Because lets admit it time changes us all, it depends on us how it affects our lives.
Today, I killed a cockroach. I remember my 10-year old self white-faced when faced with the most dreadful sight, as I saw it. Stunned and electrified I stood, unmovable. Often I used to close the lights of the room and run away from it, and would take refuge to another room, serving as my escapade.
But today, I killed it. It was an instinctive act, one that involved voluntarily picking up my sandal and throwing at the insect. And Squash! It just lay there splattered against the marble tiled floor. Dead.
Call me crazy, but I can't help but wonder that maybe I have grown stronger, but alongside that even to some extent merciless. Facing fears, is a thing time takes to a toll. Sometimes, maybe we just have to realize that we all come out of our shells and face the world. Eventually. Because time changes. Nothing is constant. 'The beauty of this world is past change' right? Everything is perceptible in nature. Everything decays and dies, I guess. But in this process we are constantly changing, adapting, learning from our experiences and growing. Because I'm afraid as much as we all want to remain young, we all have to grow. And to that we have no choice, as it is reality. And the truth.
..So when I slayed this cockroach, I saw myself
But beneath that something else.
I saw a different person.
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(P.S you are not the only one laughing while reading this)
The good. The bad.
When we look ourselves in the mirror, and look ourselves as how much we have changed. What do we find? The same eyes looking back at us seven..eight years ago? We were different then. Most of us are taller, smarter, and sometimes even stronger than before.
When we look ourselves in years-old photographs, reminiscent of old memories and life captured in pictures revisiting us like old friends who we used to know. Our younger versions of ourselves smiling, laughing, or simply just rolling their eyes. Perhaps we are different. Than ourselves. Because lets admit it time changes us all, it depends on us how it affects our lives.
Today, I killed a cockroach. I remember my 10-year old self white-faced when faced with the most dreadful sight, as I saw it. Stunned and electrified I stood, unmovable. Often I used to close the lights of the room and run away from it, and would take refuge to another room, serving as my escapade.But today, I killed it. It was an instinctive act, one that involved voluntarily picking up my sandal and throwing at the insect. And Squash! It just lay there splattered against the marble tiled floor. Dead.
Call me crazy, but I can't help but wonder that maybe I have grown stronger, but alongside that even to some extent merciless. Facing fears, is a thing time takes to a toll. Sometimes, maybe we just have to realize that we all come out of our shells and face the world. Eventually. Because time changes. Nothing is constant. 'The beauty of this world is past change' right? Everything is perceptible in nature. Everything decays and dies, I guess. But in this process we are constantly changing, adapting, learning from our experiences and growing. Because I'm afraid as much as we all want to remain young, we all have to grow. And to that we have no choice, as it is reality. And the truth.
..So when I slayed this cockroach, I saw myself
But beneath that something else.
I saw a different person.
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(P.S you are not the only one laughing while reading this)
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