Finally, I mean FINALLY, I find myself up to the task of gathering my thoughts and locking them up, here. Not that these thoughts of mine are dangerous or haunt me day and night, in dreams and visions, no no, not at all. In fact my sense of relief and content can be totally attributed to the fact that I regard my thoughts very highly and i love pondering over things big or small insignificant or too important, useless or not-opinions do differ. But however much I revere my thoughts & train of thoughts i do happen to forget them once they have been thought over and my brain can no longer analyse or dissect or deduct any further conclusions and inferences. More often than not the window which I open to these flowers & plants of thoughts in my garden of mind is shut in my face abruptly by a phone call or voice of my boss or simply sudden brakes by driver.
This whole process of thinking and mulling over things is very enjoyable and satisfying but the forgetting part is quite frustrating as all that is left in the end is the good feeling of thinking about something but sadly you cannot remember what. It eludes you of the chance to continue the beautiful process of thinking things over. I bet it happens with all of us all the time we don't know why are we happy but we beam with joy and everything seems right with the world, u might have got a little idea what I'm talking about in here.
This whole new thing about writing down my thoughts is not about organising them or to go back time and again just to catch up, maybe sometimes, but that is not the motto. And it has definitely got nothing to do with diary writing or keeping a journal of events happening in and around me or me happening to events around me. It is more like blurting out all the thoughts banging the walls of my mostly empty and spacious brain.
Thoughts inside my head are not simple and organised in an orderly fashion, all straightened out with proper definitions and examples and all that, no, nothing of that sort i assure you. To understand my thought process or the train of thought if you may picture yourself standing in a room full of bees buzzing across the room so fast and so random that u can just hear the buzz, none of them settling even for a moment, you try to catch and you jump and do your best but to no avail. But if you calm down and stay still you get a glimpse of a bee sitting here for split second before buzzing off again then you'll see another one and another, at random for a split second but clear and vivid, These are my thought one after the other random but clear strikes and vanishes in a flash giving way to another thought for a second and gone. This randomness is mostly because of my very low level of attention span and i make it worse by throwing in the question "why?" into each and every bit of information and explanation bombarded into my brain. This high degree of chaos and the Brownian motion that my thoughts follow makes it very difficult for me to 'gather my thoughts' and make up my mind most of the times.
So here I am blurting out my thoughts random and clear aware of the significance and implications of some and enjoying the foolishness and randomness of others.
Sherlock Holmes (or Sir Arthur C Doyle or whoever created S.H.) once said something about our brain being an attic and we can store whatever we need and he being an smart ass fill his brain only with useful stuff and do not bother to know how many planets are there in solar system and all that, Funny ho we are supposed to know everything going on in this world, to be successful u need to be aware of EVERYTHING!! and thus there is a thirst of knowledge everyone wants to know what? when? where? Bollocks, i say, very few of us ask why and mostly we get an adulterated answer with lots of lies hiding the truth of why,
I believe in a lot of conspiracy theories. And there are awful lots of them i swear.
Thats it for now.
Hell lot of randomness to follow.
This whole process of thinking and mulling over things is very enjoyable and satisfying but the forgetting part is quite frustrating as all that is left in the end is the good feeling of thinking about something but sadly you cannot remember what. It eludes you of the chance to continue the beautiful process of thinking things over. I bet it happens with all of us all the time we don't know why are we happy but we beam with joy and everything seems right with the world, u might have got a little idea what I'm talking about in here.
This whole new thing about writing down my thoughts is not about organising them or to go back time and again just to catch up, maybe sometimes, but that is not the motto. And it has definitely got nothing to do with diary writing or keeping a journal of events happening in and around me or me happening to events around me. It is more like blurting out all the thoughts banging the walls of my mostly empty and spacious brain.
Thoughts inside my head are not simple and organised in an orderly fashion, all straightened out with proper definitions and examples and all that, no, nothing of that sort i assure you. To understand my thought process or the train of thought if you may picture yourself standing in a room full of bees buzzing across the room so fast and so random that u can just hear the buzz, none of them settling even for a moment, you try to catch and you jump and do your best but to no avail. But if you calm down and stay still you get a glimpse of a bee sitting here for split second before buzzing off again then you'll see another one and another, at random for a split second but clear and vivid, These are my thought one after the other random but clear strikes and vanishes in a flash giving way to another thought for a second and gone. This randomness is mostly because of my very low level of attention span and i make it worse by throwing in the question "why?" into each and every bit of information and explanation bombarded into my brain. This high degree of chaos and the Brownian motion that my thoughts follow makes it very difficult for me to 'gather my thoughts' and make up my mind most of the times.
So here I am blurting out my thoughts random and clear aware of the significance and implications of some and enjoying the foolishness and randomness of others.
Sherlock Holmes (or Sir Arthur C Doyle or whoever created S.H.) once said something about our brain being an attic and we can store whatever we need and he being an smart ass fill his brain only with useful stuff and do not bother to know how many planets are there in solar system and all that, Funny ho we are supposed to know everything going on in this world, to be successful u need to be aware of EVERYTHING!! and thus there is a thirst of knowledge everyone wants to know what? when? where? Bollocks, i say, very few of us ask why and mostly we get an adulterated answer with lots of lies hiding the truth of why,
I believe in a lot of conspiracy theories. And there are awful lots of them i swear.
Thats it for now.
Hell lot of randomness to follow.
