The Magic of Gazals...

The warmth of listening to a gazal equals none other ... somehow when you listen to the sad yet ironically soothing words... you cant help but admire the singer who sung those deep words in such a sincere and heartfelt manner... there seems to be a telepathic connection through which the singer somehow echoes your emotions...
Emotions that lie under layers of pretense... the well covered up heartaches... disappointments... that start peeking through the grave just to remind you they are not dead ... but still present in you...
To remind you that it is easier to fool the world but not yourself... its easier to make-believe but the truth is there always forever...
But more than anything it relaxes you... you come face to face with the unconscious ... and the magic of gazals makes you realize you are not alone... and maybe in some way you also realize that you haven't seen life yet there are many more adventures to embark on ... even if they take you through the sad route ... they form an internal and inseparable part of you ... and you just brace yourself .... hoping for the best but preparing for the worst....

What if ....

What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep, you dreamed?
And what if, in your dream, you went to heaven
and there plucked an strange and beautiful flower?
And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand?
Ah, what then?
-Samuel Taylor Coleridge

What if the line between reality and imagination disappears one day...
What if the rational decides to merge with the irrational...
What if life gives us an option of a world beyond thought...
Will we be happy to try it ... or let it rot away in indecision and apprehension...
Will we jump at the offer ... or be sad on not being prepared...
Will we be daring enough to risk it all ...
Be prepared to be unprepared...Plan not to plan ...
And just flow with the current ... through the adventure of life...

Inventories... Classification... Self Assessment... Objectivity... HOW??

Writing pages about my life ... trying to find evidences about my life in random pieces of paper made by people to ease classification of the world into manageable categories.

How so ever much these inventories and exercises might claim to emphasize on the differences between people, except for maybe the basis of classification (the questions) somehow I cant help but see a lot of parallel between them and the zodiac in terms of the interpretation... Giving so generic statements of goods and bads some of which ought to apply to any normal person...

What is it if not just the illusion of allowing differences amongst people.....

And then writing a exercise like self assessment report....maybe its our own perspectives that matter the most since we shall live with it forever....

However, I believe in the fact that there are different perspectives to anything ... so i guess even our lives come within that ambit and hence somewhere I feel we should somewhere factor in other's view points too or else we would be living in a make belief world... never knowing the reality and maybe just living in a dream land....

A world where some people choose to glorify themselves...
And some others choose to underestimate ...
Some choose to cry all the way
While the others just smile all the way...
Some people who choose to be irrational
Others who think they are rational
But still I believe there ought to be some people who choose to look at life objectively...
Sifting the wheat from the chaff and making intelligent choices .... Rationally....
I am still to meet one of those people...
And am looking forward to this rendezvous...
And when I meet that person I just want to ask 'How?...'