Random Thoughts

DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story. All the characters are fictional. The incident itself is a creation. Any resemblance to people or to the situations in the real world, is purely coincidental. ---------------------- The random people on the street have more in common than them. How ironic is that? Yet, they are forced to endure those differences, by the law, by the people around them, by their well-wishers, by their parents. However, they would rather blissfully forgive their hypocrisy, if they do not want to be together. What defines this bond, that which pulls the strings of their conscience, but does not touch their hearts? Day after day, to kill a part of you, yet, unaware of the murder that is being committed. No wonder, when the time comes for the certainty, we are all unprepared. And no wonder the eventuality is assumed as a certainty. Perhaps, when one could have some integrity in their thoughts, world would seem so much better. One redeeming quality, is that too much t...

What is it with questions that irk people? Is it because the answers to them are inconvenient or is it because it is the guilt of knowing that the truth hurts or is it because of plain ego that refuses to give answers? What is it in the ego that demands instant obedience (for lack of better word) and sacrifice? Are these the only things it can understand? Not love or pain? “I don’t want to talk about it.” “I don’t require you, damn it.” “Fine. Now let’s talk something else.” “I don’t understand. PERIOD” How many times have we heard those before, from one or the other or probably from one’s own echo? How easy is it to cut people from their voices, just because one cannot bear the thought? And just because one cannot understand the concept, does that mean that the concept doesn’t exist? Despite evolving over centuries and despite languages evolving beautifully, there is something about words that are difficult to fathom. Despite the cross cultural differences being shunned to nothing, th...

These days I am having difficulty jotting down thoughts. I am unable to come up with anything logical or conclusive. I am unable to even make a series of random thoughts. The disconnected array of thoughts is far better than a blank one. Yet, the brain blatantly refuses to think and mind draws a blank, after repeated requests! It is like, it has exhausted the limited supply of thoughts. Cannot quite understand why that is the case though. I am afraid that the muse has eluded me forever and that I am stuck in a pool of shallowness from which nothing ever springs – just a ripple on the water. For some reason, the echo of my inner voice that blasted in my ear has gone mute or I have become deaf. Either ways, there seems to be a glaringly obvious handicap I seem to carry.