They say the human instruments start to rage with rapid thoughts and higher understanding when subjected to seclusion or isolation.
Here is one of the works I found by a person in seclusion:
" My life is getting worse everyday , or rather i am making it.
I just can't seem to think straight , I am being poisoned , slowly but effectively . I have started to lose confidence in myself . Maybe its numerology , i never did believe in that corporeal subject.
But fate is a strange and powerful catalyst who seems to influence life in ways that i can't yet comprehend.
I was once a star pupil , everybody wanted to be like me . But now nobody seems to do. I fail to understand why?
I used to win shipments of awards every year but this year somehow it seems to have averted the likes of me.
I used to complete my work on time . Although I was not THE PUNCTUAL STUDENT i had atleast a degree of punctuality which i feel is slowly depriciating.
I am criticized everyday , I'd blame them but they are far too many.
Everyone hates me . Although the reason is evident , I half - expected the people would run to such and such extremes.
People say my attitude recs . I choose to believe otherwise. But it doesn't matter what i believe , The trurh is the truth. People also say ..................... let me narrow it down A person also says that i am a shrewd manipulator. . I have to agree over the years convincing mastery over manipulation has divulged into my temporal being.
It is hardly worthwhile to proclaim my talent because lately I am under the impression that I am losing my skills . I worry too much about my existence . Although i am losing my SANE i can still work sense out of effects.
The society would never accept all that i have said cause "I AM JUST A KID " , and seemingly i am not given exclusive rights to pass comments on life.
I am partially or rather nearly completely aware that my physical existence is mutating over time , like they were not even mine .
The imagination overpowers the will . The more i willed to change for the better the more i imagined that i changed for the worse.
Now i am incorrigible in all my imperfections , I'd rather hope otherwise.
It's like a school of sharks surrounding an innocent helpless goldfish. The people i know expect too much o me . Although under normalities I would be able to live up to their expectations , the conscience attempt has severed my mind into unfathomable blemished state.
When I had just entered high school what seems to be ages ago , I wasn't , as you would put it , all that proud of myself , because i feared the competition .
Only after a few tests did I become calmer . And with this calm i turned from fear to confidence and then overconfidence.
And the humor in this implementation was that i was constantly aware of my growing overconfidence. But I just couldn't help it the others seemed soo useless against my so higher knowledge.
When i did realize my folly , the antiphon had already been set into motion . I had already made my mark and even though i kept running away from it the people just threw it back at me.
People saw me within the limits of the tag.
I can't stand anyone calling me untalented .That has become my flaw , my Achilles' heel . It is a vulnerability that people exploit . A drawback that has instituted a twisted chain of events into action disposing me into the growing sea of misery. "
Although i would like to claim that this piece was written by me , It is beyond even the limits of my secluded mind to think like this.
Seclusion triggers the mind into ravages of thought , but none ever said these thoughts would be constructive.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
At school
Anton Chekhov once said that "HUMAN MIND HAS FACULTIES FOR ADAPTATIONS OTHER WISE MAN WILL BE CONSTANTLY CONSCIENCE OF THE UNREASONABLE UPON WHICH OUR REASONABLE THOUGHTS ARE LAID" .That was about activities dealt at school.
But what about school.
They often presented before us the fact that school is our second home. I'd rather that it was a temple with pinnacles of knowledge extending beyond the stretchable capacities of corporeal mind.The perception of a school being a second home would make us less susceptible to true learning because face it , nothing every thought at home (except maybe ethics) , stays for long in ones mind.
My expedition began as a preschoolers , vapid , naive and innocent. And ended as a 10th grader , skilled , talented and if I'd say rather HOT.
The school has served a greater purpose than education itself. It has achieved the transcendental aim of actually extending our ever so fragile ethics.
The classification of any experience as memorable or otherwise is simply a way of saying "I'd rather put myself in this situation than that".
So i have no memorable experience.Just once those i wish to remember.
The teachers on the other hand squander their best part of the lives enlightening us with pragmatic knowledge .
Every teacher who has ever brushed his or her knowledge upon is is exceptionally skilled and knowledgeable beyond all measurable limits.
The sports events in our school impart high degree of understanding of ways in which one can lead a healthy and livable life.
Over time I have been successful in making new allies and new rivals . Not foes just Rivals.
But accounts of my vast experience would pass into darkness as a monotonous sob story unless i were to mention flaws even at school.
The school imparts us with knowledge , true , but knowledge is only subjective and it doesn't seem to hold for too long. I am a staunch believer o experience to completely establish the likes of learning and permanently embed it in the ever so light mind or rather the intellect.
I conclude by saying that a new future welcomes me , as a butcher welcoming his sacrificial goat.
The comparison may seem too groggy for the description of future but that is how future unfurls.
But what about school.
They often presented before us the fact that school is our second home. I'd rather that it was a temple with pinnacles of knowledge extending beyond the stretchable capacities of corporeal mind.The perception of a school being a second home would make us less susceptible to true learning because face it , nothing every thought at home (except maybe ethics) , stays for long in ones mind.
My expedition began as a preschoolers , vapid , naive and innocent. And ended as a 10th grader , skilled , talented and if I'd say rather HOT.
The school has served a greater purpose than education itself. It has achieved the transcendental aim of actually extending our ever so fragile ethics.
The classification of any experience as memorable or otherwise is simply a way of saying "I'd rather put myself in this situation than that".
So i have no memorable experience.Just once those i wish to remember.
The teachers on the other hand squander their best part of the lives enlightening us with pragmatic knowledge .
Every teacher who has ever brushed his or her knowledge upon is is exceptionally skilled and knowledgeable beyond all measurable limits.
The sports events in our school impart high degree of understanding of ways in which one can lead a healthy and livable life.
Over time I have been successful in making new allies and new rivals . Not foes just Rivals.
But accounts of my vast experience would pass into darkness as a monotonous sob story unless i were to mention flaws even at school.
The school imparts us with knowledge , true , but knowledge is only subjective and it doesn't seem to hold for too long. I am a staunch believer o experience to completely establish the likes of learning and permanently embed it in the ever so light mind or rather the intellect.
I conclude by saying that a new future welcomes me , as a butcher welcoming his sacrificial goat.
The comparison may seem too groggy for the description of future but that is how future unfurls.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
The last followers
Violins seemed to be strumming away to nothingness when i finally arose this morning , or was it just a ambiance exerted by my own corporeal being . I would never know , not that i would really feel a concern for the rationally base the extended source of Music . Although i adore music , the uncertainty and the blankness one has to face every living moment of one's life is greatly intensified and its stature , like that of the large Colossus ridiculing the narrow world upon which he exerts his rule , reaches its apex in the weary bond of time that is generally referred to as MORNING.
The sleep hadn't yet decided to abscond my every so fragile untoward mind. Dangling free of the SAND man's will , sleep seemed to linger independent of all restriction and extending its powerful bounds to infinity and beyond.
I wouldn't say my day went oo soo well , because pros and cons must never be referred to in the hyperbolic sense.
The morning seemed to be rather monotonous stretch of time , lamenting its own existence , and the sun seemed to be too drowsy to radiate its every so brilliant golden rays infusing life into every last physical element and striking trepidation in every metaphysical .
Every being seemed to be overwhelmed by stupor , and sleep's will encompassed everything.
School wasn't any better . Or rather put it as , it wasn't much worse.
The same teachers expressing the same opinion of the faculties exhibited by a student , and the same accusation of not studying and the same cliched response by the anxious learners , although their apprehension seemed to be radiating obviously off their sorry faces into the insubstantial moods of the learners.
"AMIT !! you have lost 10 marks for not writing the question number".
Don't this people every find real reasons to slash my grades. And then more agony , there is this seemingly so called friend of mine who is in an erroneous conception that his attitude extends even to the boundaries of what can be called COOL.
No, he isn't by any stretch of imagination , COOL . IF you have perceived the slightest trace of the person in reference , good for you. And if you HAVEN'T better.
Many people are driven into unjustified thoughts (including the person i reference) , when there are experience which extend a base for their atrocious thoughts. There are many people who think they can represent facts and faction in their not scarred and unblemished condition , unswervingly , from the minds unto visible form that thoughts assume , better than i can.
Well , i wouldn't serve as a coy , who would conceal this people in culpabilities , I am beyond all this behaviour . These people never seize to amaze me. Always in thought that their existence stretches enhanced to others and constantly competing against me , on no account realizing that their effort is but an unachievable reverie of compositely linked dreams.
And people seem to purloin accepted wisdom from others , represented in all their shortcomings the same ideas that others have already divulged through higher channels.
Shocking, outrageous, scandalous, discreditable, reprehensible there are not many words which shall effectively convey the insignificance of these impostors.
Until i find others who humor me i leave you with this much.
The sleep hadn't yet decided to abscond my every so fragile untoward mind. Dangling free of the SAND man's will , sleep seemed to linger independent of all restriction and extending its powerful bounds to infinity and beyond.
I wouldn't say my day went oo soo well , because pros and cons must never be referred to in the hyperbolic sense.
The morning seemed to be rather monotonous stretch of time , lamenting its own existence , and the sun seemed to be too drowsy to radiate its every so brilliant golden rays infusing life into every last physical element and striking trepidation in every metaphysical .
Every being seemed to be overwhelmed by stupor , and sleep's will encompassed everything.
School wasn't any better . Or rather put it as , it wasn't much worse.
The same teachers expressing the same opinion of the faculties exhibited by a student , and the same accusation of not studying and the same cliched response by the anxious learners , although their apprehension seemed to be radiating obviously off their sorry faces into the insubstantial moods of the learners.
"AMIT !! you have lost 10 marks for not writing the question number".
Don't this people every find real reasons to slash my grades. And then more agony , there is this seemingly so called friend of mine who is in an erroneous conception that his attitude extends even to the boundaries of what can be called COOL.
No, he isn't by any stretch of imagination , COOL . IF you have perceived the slightest trace of the person in reference , good for you. And if you HAVEN'T better.
Many people are driven into unjustified thoughts (including the person i reference) , when there are experience which extend a base for their atrocious thoughts. There are many people who think they can represent facts and faction in their not scarred and unblemished condition , unswervingly , from the minds unto visible form that thoughts assume , better than i can.
Well , i wouldn't serve as a coy , who would conceal this people in culpabilities , I am beyond all this behaviour . These people never seize to amaze me. Always in thought that their existence stretches enhanced to others and constantly competing against me , on no account realizing that their effort is but an unachievable reverie of compositely linked dreams.
And people seem to purloin accepted wisdom from others , represented in all their shortcomings the same ideas that others have already divulged through higher channels.
Shocking, outrageous, scandalous, discreditable, reprehensible there are not many words which shall effectively convey the insignificance of these impostors.
Until i find others who humor me i leave you with this much.
An enriching experience
I hadn't realized the glories of life until i fully grasped to all possible fathomable limits the extent of curiosity and bliss that is received through the wondrous journey through the the Language lane.
I'd like to share an experience that seemed to have a profound impact on every living being or the supernatural who could yet perceive the wrath of our Biology teacher.
There was nothing eerie about the class as i seemed to sense , I thought that the spirits like vagabonds wandered away to destinations unknown and unknowable after mere mention of the instance of our biology paper.
Everyone had a look of absolute grief , very similar to a scholar's face after realizing that his own ideas were being disseminated through lower channels . I thought i spotted anxiousness in many i couldn't be sure i myself was endeavoring to hold on to the last limits of my conscience.
I could sense that everybody had mixed feelings joy , or was it just an outward show , Sorrow , common to the elemental nature of every day involved in distribution of paper , happiness , over reasons unknown and lastly solitude.
The last is not applicable for all but a few who are often isolated and devoid of these unforgiving emotions . I would rather wish more to be like them but my narrow temper serves as a vent for all the bottled up emotions.
Anyway coming back , i can not name anyone who still had a steady heartbeat at this juncture.
The first paper and , then the delicate silence was raptured into thousand pieces of broken red shards. number after number , 32 , 45,21,52,61!!,43,44,32 ................. With every consecutive number the sad faces of the students drooped , drooped beyond limits that their body would allow them to droop. Some went into depression and many more seemed to be detached from all the ill happenings.
After Every successive paper was handed over to its rightful owner my breathed was crushed under its own will. It seemed to linger independent of all my requirements.
No sooner had all the papers had been given than the seemingly impractical and most unjustified method of torture set in. No one seemed to mind they were accustomed to the teacher.
Everyone were growing impatient and all this was silently being Mocked at by our "Saintly" teachers.
I can go on no further because every rational thought seemed to have deserted my mind as i received my paper . 54 , not a bad score i presumed but my conscience kept luring me to the darker thoughts , depressions , anguish and aghast.
My arch rival got the highest , all though it is evident who it is i shall not go into details on the adversary as it is seemingly against my ethos.
The period seemed to stretch through all bounds of time , all barriers , extending infinitely into vast oblivion where everything was left unanswered , darkness.
I could no longer stand the glaring velvet wall coverings and the soft , sun brown floor whose strips seemed to scoff at us . The faint smell whose description that u can't lay hands upon. and then the papers bathed with blood red ink , or was it really blood.
Everyone seemed to leave one by one . I was still there I couldn't set my mind to leave i couldn't set it to stay . I was torn with the conflict between rational system and the mind.
As i finally stepped out into sunlight the sunny seemed to fill me with new vitality . The sun was revering my efforts to still have my mind intact.
As i looked back at school random visions seemed to whiz past me at incomparable speeds . I would never look at Biology the same way
I'd like to share an experience that seemed to have a profound impact on every living being or the supernatural who could yet perceive the wrath of our Biology teacher.
There was nothing eerie about the class as i seemed to sense , I thought that the spirits like vagabonds wandered away to destinations unknown and unknowable after mere mention of the instance of our biology paper.
Everyone had a look of absolute grief , very similar to a scholar's face after realizing that his own ideas were being disseminated through lower channels . I thought i spotted anxiousness in many i couldn't be sure i myself was endeavoring to hold on to the last limits of my conscience.
I could sense that everybody had mixed feelings joy , or was it just an outward show , Sorrow , common to the elemental nature of every day involved in distribution of paper , happiness , over reasons unknown and lastly solitude.
The last is not applicable for all but a few who are often isolated and devoid of these unforgiving emotions . I would rather wish more to be like them but my narrow temper serves as a vent for all the bottled up emotions.
Anyway coming back , i can not name anyone who still had a steady heartbeat at this juncture.
The first paper and , then the delicate silence was raptured into thousand pieces of broken red shards. number after number , 32 , 45,21,52,61!!,43,44,32 ................. With every consecutive number the sad faces of the students drooped , drooped beyond limits that their body would allow them to droop. Some went into depression and many more seemed to be detached from all the ill happenings.
After Every successive paper was handed over to its rightful owner my breathed was crushed under its own will. It seemed to linger independent of all my requirements.
No sooner had all the papers had been given than the seemingly impractical and most unjustified method of torture set in. No one seemed to mind they were accustomed to the teacher.
Everyone were growing impatient and all this was silently being Mocked at by our "Saintly" teachers.
I can go on no further because every rational thought seemed to have deserted my mind as i received my paper . 54 , not a bad score i presumed but my conscience kept luring me to the darker thoughts , depressions , anguish and aghast.
My arch rival got the highest , all though it is evident who it is i shall not go into details on the adversary as it is seemingly against my ethos.
The period seemed to stretch through all bounds of time , all barriers , extending infinitely into vast oblivion where everything was left unanswered , darkness.
I could no longer stand the glaring velvet wall coverings and the soft , sun brown floor whose strips seemed to scoff at us . The faint smell whose description that u can't lay hands upon. and then the papers bathed with blood red ink , or was it really blood.
Everyone seemed to leave one by one . I was still there I couldn't set my mind to leave i couldn't set it to stay . I was torn with the conflict between rational system and the mind.
As i finally stepped out into sunlight the sunny seemed to fill me with new vitality . The sun was revering my efforts to still have my mind intact.
As i looked back at school random visions seemed to whiz past me at incomparable speeds . I would never look at Biology the same way
Thursday, September 25, 2008
An insight
A reference to a person in seclusion or rather confinement shall not be made under such circumstances as an introduction TO ONEself.
It is a common mistake of people to continually blog about themselves stating their mundane explicit lifestyles , with no justification.
My point exactly , why brag about one self when u get better fun criticizing people of lower caliber than oneself.
There will be no bounds for joy under critical circumstances where you are rationally to receive happiness filtered through logic and understanding in infrequencies.
The human mind has faculties for adaptations,
Rather there is a lot of secluded time spent in lamenting over the unreasonable base over which our reasonable and rational thoughts are built and,
how little justice and assurance are to found even in activities fraught with responsibilities.
Well , on a concluding note, i would like to ask anyone who has understood this short insight to absorb the humors of the implementation.
It is a common mistake of people to continually blog about themselves stating their mundane explicit lifestyles , with no justification.
My point exactly , why brag about one self when u get better fun criticizing people of lower caliber than oneself.
There will be no bounds for joy under critical circumstances where you are rationally to receive happiness filtered through logic and understanding in infrequencies.
The human mind has faculties for adaptations,
Rather there is a lot of secluded time spent in lamenting over the unreasonable base over which our reasonable and rational thoughts are built and,
how little justice and assurance are to found even in activities fraught with responsibilities.
Well , on a concluding note, i would like to ask anyone who has understood this short insight to absorb the humors of the implementation.
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