Busy week. Busy night.

It is interesting that somehow you learn to cope. The thought of having a busy day, needing to deal with life-death situations puts you off. But when it happens, when you are in the thick and thin of it, time accelerates. You focus, live the moment. You get a feeling of having lived a lifetime after that. You somehow enjoy the excitement, the adrenaline rush, the power, the control, the challenge.....
Ironically someone else's disastorous day turns out to be an exciting one for you. Even though, you dont think about it that way. You dont theorise when you are doing it. You just get on and do it.
I always thought and still think I am not the kind of guy who would like to indulge in extreme sport....I hate roller coasters, I used to think. But hmm...may be not....
The "highs" from the adrenaline rush..the clarity of your thought, the pace of your thinking, the focus, the feeling of getting ready to fight or flight.. is awesome.....

The world of(is) our mind?

Much as I like the solitude of my company...paradoxically I enjoy being among the crowd.
I loved the busy Leicester square in london as much as I loved Ranganathan street in chennai.
It is a funny feeling to get lost in the crowd. To see so many people, the details of thier creaselines, the quirks of thier noses, the twitches of thier eyelids...the emotions, the thoughts, so much, so diverse...people...people...people...
It is humbling when you think of the marvel of the nature, it is interesting when you think of the variety of thoughts swirling behind those innumerable nameless faces....
To think that you are just a nameless face with thoughts, just like them...is scary, revealing and calming at the same time...
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder...how true...
You have beautiful thoughts on the one...beautiful face on the other...put them together...do u think u will get a beautiful person...
I am not too sure...
It is interesting to think that all these thoughts and faces somehow form a personality, which attracts, allures, repels, distracts people...
They can bowl you over, grow onto you, throw you off or make you keep coming back to them again and again...
What personlity a soul less rock has to keep attracting the wavering waves...?
aha...
I kinda think places and things have an aura aswell....ofcourse it depends on the person who looks at it...
Coming to think of it...
We create our worlds, we create the beauty, the beast, the success, the failure, the greed, the poignant....
and
we blame the world for our confusions..
awesome...
weird isnt it...?

Why blogs?

Now I understand why people write blogs.
Writing these blogs is like shouting in a noisy market. You get the satisfaction of expressing yourself and at the same time you can be assured that nobody would have noticed.
I am not complaining. I think of shouting in the quiet of the night on the sides of the sea shore. I like the idea of shouting and at the same time your voice getting lost among the great sounds of the nature...
It is therapeutic....
It is more akin to what happens in nature. It is not like writing a diary - which is infact talking to yourself.
With blogs you may be talking to yourself mostly, you may get lost all the time, but still you are around there to vibrate with another synchronising frequency...
You can be found...
The sound you make doesnt just go into the atmosphere and get lost...it lingers...it persists...it can be found by someone else...
We all want that dont we...?