Its only sometimes that a thought transforms itself into an astounding array of thoughts which you eventually think should be given some form. Such a true basis to define an artiste.
There are generally two reasons I blog. One is out of frustration and desperation and merely a means to vent out feelings. The other is kinda self counselling and thereby writing it down by not giving away too much.
I think there are primarily three things that made me write about this topic (again). One is an age old classic, which I think I should revisit toward the end of the blog or at least after I talk about the other two. The second one was a meme (i still get confused how to pronounce this word, classic example of old age hitting hard) which was a photo of 2 kids on a prize distribution pedestal or a victory stand with 1, 2 and 3 written on them on different steps. The one on the step 3 was so happy that he was 3rd and was showing off his prize with a grin that stretched from ear to ear. It looked like he was willing to take it further, but his cheeks didn't support it. The guy on the step 1 was looking at the other chap like 'Dude, what's the fucking fuss about?'. There can be many captions to this, many that even I can come up with, with my limited creativity in matters like these. The third one is a photo that I saw in the evening today. It was Vasu Dixit standing with two kids. He had a guitar in his hand and the kids were so excited to see it, feel it, touch it. And he had gladly let them do it. It seemed like a genuine candid (yeah, you are forced to use a genuine before candid these days) photo. The caption said, Music brings people together.
It is more than just a realisation. After brainstorming over countless ideas, having these discussions with few special people, after having preached all this, somehow, somewhere, the ideology gets lost when it comes to self implementation. Yes, we all aspire for bigger things and better things. But somehow what we also tend to do is to imagine a better situation or hope for a better tomorrow. We tend to assuage ourselves that it is going to be better. You call it optimism or anything, its bull crap. Materialistic or not, the place you have to reach will not make you happy. That place is not the ideal fantastical world which you'd dream of, because that place doesn't exist. Which is fair, because if it did, it wouldn't have been fun to pursue it. Happiness is the process, the path, the route, the journey. Because its about how to go about it. While the duration itself maybe short-lived, which no one knows of exactly, its one thing to enjoy it while going about it. Now its a little too far fetched for a person who has shit loads of liabilities, or maybe bankrupt, or maybe with terminal illness to be happy. But thats what is inspirational. Its inspirational because only a handful of them can actually do it. If it were common, it would be routine and we would end up seeking inspiration elsewhere.
The first one I was referring to was an age old classic - the rich guy who has liabilities v/s the poor chap who spends the money he earned in the same day. It is a little old fashioned and very crudely portrayed. Even then, happiness is relative. Happiness is something you choose. While you go about doing a zillion things in life, perhaps sometimes over a couple of beers, trying to figure out purpose (another bull crap), why not just do it with some degree of enjoyment. I'm not implying or advising anyone to quit what they are doing and just go see the world. Practically, and quite seriously, happiness is the process of achieving things that we might or might not. It is good to have goals and very good to have dynamic goals. While the journey lasts, why not make it memorable?
There are generally two reasons I blog. One is out of frustration and desperation and merely a means to vent out feelings. The other is kinda self counselling and thereby writing it down by not giving away too much.
I think there are primarily three things that made me write about this topic (again). One is an age old classic, which I think I should revisit toward the end of the blog or at least after I talk about the other two. The second one was a meme (i still get confused how to pronounce this word, classic example of old age hitting hard) which was a photo of 2 kids on a prize distribution pedestal or a victory stand with 1, 2 and 3 written on them on different steps. The one on the step 3 was so happy that he was 3rd and was showing off his prize with a grin that stretched from ear to ear. It looked like he was willing to take it further, but his cheeks didn't support it. The guy on the step 1 was looking at the other chap like 'Dude, what's the fucking fuss about?'. There can be many captions to this, many that even I can come up with, with my limited creativity in matters like these. The third one is a photo that I saw in the evening today. It was Vasu Dixit standing with two kids. He had a guitar in his hand and the kids were so excited to see it, feel it, touch it. And he had gladly let them do it. It seemed like a genuine candid (yeah, you are forced to use a genuine before candid these days) photo. The caption said, Music brings people together.
It is more than just a realisation. After brainstorming over countless ideas, having these discussions with few special people, after having preached all this, somehow, somewhere, the ideology gets lost when it comes to self implementation. Yes, we all aspire for bigger things and better things. But somehow what we also tend to do is to imagine a better situation or hope for a better tomorrow. We tend to assuage ourselves that it is going to be better. You call it optimism or anything, its bull crap. Materialistic or not, the place you have to reach will not make you happy. That place is not the ideal fantastical world which you'd dream of, because that place doesn't exist. Which is fair, because if it did, it wouldn't have been fun to pursue it. Happiness is the process, the path, the route, the journey. Because its about how to go about it. While the duration itself maybe short-lived, which no one knows of exactly, its one thing to enjoy it while going about it. Now its a little too far fetched for a person who has shit loads of liabilities, or maybe bankrupt, or maybe with terminal illness to be happy. But thats what is inspirational. Its inspirational because only a handful of them can actually do it. If it were common, it would be routine and we would end up seeking inspiration elsewhere.
The first one I was referring to was an age old classic - the rich guy who has liabilities v/s the poor chap who spends the money he earned in the same day. It is a little old fashioned and very crudely portrayed. Even then, happiness is relative. Happiness is something you choose. While you go about doing a zillion things in life, perhaps sometimes over a couple of beers, trying to figure out purpose (another bull crap), why not just do it with some degree of enjoyment. I'm not implying or advising anyone to quit what they are doing and just go see the world. Practically, and quite seriously, happiness is the process of achieving things that we might or might not. It is good to have goals and very good to have dynamic goals. While the journey lasts, why not make it memorable?
