The Flying Stones. October 24, 2009
Posted by satanifiedenthu in Ripple, parallel existence.Tags: flying, life, memory, mind, peace, stones
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The flying stones.
Flying inspires my soul as though it can do anything. The idea of flying, in fact even the sight of flying makes me feel closer to nature than ever. One of my favorite acts while walking in the campus is throwing stones in the lakes, so that they appear flying on the surface.
The stone bounces off the surface of the lake and then finally sinks. As if the stone is on its last and final journey. after which it won’t be able to see the sun, the sky, the moon and the stars, no moving humans, no falling leaves, no butterfly passing by, no birds chirping and yeah! No more Arpit picking it up and throwing it in the lake.
It creates the momentarily ripples at each bounce, beautifully originating from the stone’s tip and peacefully disappearing into the water. Depicting the light and dark of the memories it holds. Creates the impression of being considerably important yet erasable. Like yellow mixing with blue for some time contains its yellowness before it being recognized as green.
Taking names while throwing the stones, I make a silent wish or request on each throw, even I don’t know what, but I remember that I do .Watching such a moment relieves you of all the worry you have. It’s comforting and it’s dynamic. A very important habit that has now became essential.
Amen.
Mnemophobic ! October 18, 2009
Posted by satanifiedenthu in parallel existence.Tags: life, memory, mind, mnemophobia, think
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While discussing the not so faint memories with myself, I discovered what kind of fear I have. It’s been given a term “mnemophobia”. This refers, in general, to the fear of memories. I have always been amazed how a thing happened in past, partially or totally stored in some corner of our brain analyzed deeply by our heart can create such an impact on our whole life.
What I did believed always was that things happen, and they happen unknowingly. But memories create fear in me. Good memories create a situation in which everything seems less. They force us to think that the present situation always lack something. And about the bad memories, they follow you till eternity ! They are the most selfish things ever created by ourselves, for ourselves !
Indirectly I think, infact I know that I deeply suffer from this mnemophobia !
Insecure soul, I still believe in creating memories ! memories that shall live forever in one mind or another. Memories that would be in my mind, and remind me of what I have been, and thus to a good extent what I will be.
Go hell with my “for a change” philosophy, go hell with the innovation. Give me memories, memories to cherish forever, and I would be grateful to you.
Amen.
Satanicenthu
The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. May 28, 2009
Posted by satanifiedenthu in People.Tags: memory, People, respect
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It has been around three years of college life, living in a so called “dream” land, where most of the people come to achieve there dreams. While some of the minority including me come just to dream.
It has been quite a wonderland experience for me to be here, Yeah! The dreamland! But apart from the astonishing beauty of the place, what leads me to write this is an absolutely different level of people I have met here. The people whom I think were surprisingly diverse in nature, qualities and aura that surrounded them were more or less under the same shadow. The shadow of utter independence, freedom and dream to DREAM!
Yeah, I am talking about some of the most elegant people I met in my college life till now- my beloved seniors. They were definitely a different league of people, extraordinary in every sense, and as now they have left us abandoned after three years of extensive and exclusive training, mentorship, development programs I feel quite alone, more or less like a child, who is adapted to look for someone for help, but eventually finds no one. I don’t know exactly what I will do now, who will I seek now, it’s just as though a good amount of oxygen has been removed from the atmosphere, we can still live, but with an unusual level of uneasiness existing with us wherever we go.
On a memorable note it’s more like we all have a bit of Mnemophobia ( fear of memories) but then it is we ourselves who have to overcome this, and accepts this for a better place to live in.
Amen!
Satanicenthu.
