Listening in, and watching, quietly all the while, #MeToo whispered Mother Earth
Placed her photo on his chest as the coffin was closed before being lowered. Some stories are better left untold; some memories are better left untouched; some pictures better left unseen.
Written as a two-line story prompt.
Its not as chilly as expected today… wow, look at the pile of leaves on the sidewalk… i guess fall is… looks like it might rain… hope there is not much work today when i get to… woah, why is that guy honking so much and driving like crazy… why isn’t anybody messaging today… what camera should i buy… i sucked at badminton last week, what was i doing… what is…
Too random to make sense, isn’t it!!! well, thats how my brain works. it is a mess. One random thought at a time. sometimes, don’t even get to finish the chain of thought. Well, in a sense, i suppose thats how the brain on most of us works. it just wanders about switching topics in almost seconds. No wonder it’s ways are compared to the monkey leaping onto tree branches at random whims and fancies.
Recognising the pattern in the chaos is the challenge i suppose. or should i say making sense of the chaos and bringing order. Easier said than done, you say. couldn’t agree more. I’ve been staring at the blinking cursor for the past 5 minutes, and hardly have a cogent thought to put down. Hardly a surprise, i’d say though.
my brain is certainly no pre-defined meeting agenda or a post meeting minutes. it cannot think in bullet points unless told to do so. the random thoughts bombarding my brain are what make a world of possibilities inside my head a distinct likelihood. and the process of collating them and organising them is the challenge. thats what makes the writing process interesting.
any process, for that matter. how boring would it be to imagine the brain coming up with organised thoughts for a situation in life to which you seek a potential solution!!! or would it? may be for some people. Running low on battery.. whats that smell… would have been good if i had landed in Dubai during the day so it would’ve been fun to gaze through the window…
there it goes again… 🙂
As the mid-summer tropical sun scorched the earth’s surface in full blaze, i stopped walking on the street for a second and looked up at it wondering, ‘There is no competition. What point are you trying to make!!!’
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“Is it too late to patch up now?”
Those words bringing back flashes of all the past feuds, ringing in his ears, each with a thump like only a death bed can.
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“Was it worth the effort?” asked my friend.
I just pointed to the homeless boy waltzing away, ecstatic, holding his little brother in one hand, food and money in the other.
[Photo Credit: alex yosifov]
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What kind of a person are you when no one is watching; wondered the guy, looking at the faces in the masquerade ball.
There I was sitting quietly, lost in thoughts. Surrounded by hundreds of people, yet aloof in a way. Random thoughts swirling in my head like things tossed around in a mid-west tornado. People talking, dancing, music playing in the background. Yet everything felt quiet. It sometimes feels like I just shut out the external world and go deep into my own.
I sometimes wonder, sitting amidst all that chaos, how my mind even does that. One moment I’m sitting there, listening to people talking around me, and then the next it’s all switched off and I’m in my head. It feels like a completely different place. It’s like changing channels on a television set. It’s like switching from watching a channel playing a crappy soap opera to an orchestra playing heavenly music. It feels good. It feels serene.
I guess some people can just do that at will. It works out well for people like me who tend to be a little towards the introvert side of the spectrum. We cannot process too much information at a time. We need our space. Input tends to become information overload very quickly.
Silence tends to become the best friend. I tend to stare blankly, sometimes, at nothing in particular. Not necessarily contemplating anything specific, but just staring. I don’t know if many people can relate to that kind of an act. I mean how do explain staring at a wall thinking about nothing. i’m sure it will sound crazy if you try to explain it to somebody. 😀 But then the mind works in crazy ways.
But for me, most of the time, silence is so much more tranquil and soothing in a way. Of course there is music that does that too. 🙂 Silence is soothing, ok got it. but whats with the sound of silence in the title, you ask!!! Well, its like they say for heat, coldness is just lack of heat. Its the same with silence.
Have you ever heard rainfall pounding on a tin roof, from under the roof? And then all of a sudden, the rain stops. Silence, so much so that you can hear your breathe all of a sudden. Thats what it feels like to switch off. Thats what it feels like to sit quietly, lost in thoughts.
Edited in response to the daily prompt as a first attempt – Silence
What was I thinking, trying to learn something I don’t know!!! Why is it so hard? You are probably thinking, here he goes questioning again. 🙂 Well, I’m trying to get my head around going about learning one of the hundreds of thousands of things I don’t know about.
What does it entail, trying to learn something new; something which you haven’t done before or something that you don’t understand much about. Developing an interest in the subject, comes to mind first. And then you figure out ways to delve deeper into the subject depending on the interest level and accessibility of resources.Well, accessibility of resources is not much of an excuse these days as everything is available at your fingertips, if you pretty much have the inclination.
But what if you have to learn to unlearn what you already know before actually trying to learn what you want to know!!! Isn’t that some thought! 🙂
How would go about doing that? I mean if learning is difficult, I can only imagine unlearning might be worse. You possibly could not erase what’s in your memory as easily as you would erase data from a memory disk drive. If the brain were that simple, we would’ve actually understood by now, how the brain works. 🙂
What do YOU think about that then???
This is the 3rd prompt for the daily blog challenge, although at this point it feels like write-whenever-you-feel-like-challenge. 🙂 The topic was given by my sis for a single word prompt: Unlearn.