feelings – Revering Thoughts

It suddenly strikes. The zeal to write again, to immerse yourself in the beauty of the words. Words, written words, have a way to let you express yourself. They never disappoint.

A lot happens. A lot of ideas to write on, flows along the way too. but the effort required to open up the word document after coming from work, seems more hectic than the session in gym. At least, there’s a trainer to push you, to put those muscles to work. Back in home, that laziness won’t let you do anything apart from clicking on the play button on the VLC player while watching a random TV series. Such is life. Work life.

Although, I should add, it is just my attempt to throw the blame of this whole thing onto something. It has always been like that, getting into a shell where writing something which I want, get pushed away. Procrastination sweeps in and makes you sleep with it. and believe me, it is only the time when we are with it, it feels good, but just when we wake up next day, the intense hangover of having done nothing fills up the head.

I’ve been trying hard to get life a little disciplined. Starting to manage time a little better, and do a lot of other things that will just give me space and time to do things that I like. And yet, this ardouous process never seems to take off. But then, one should keep trying right ?

And so, here’s a start to a better disciplined life. Maybe it is too late, or maybe it is not. Heard somewhere, Your “rest of the life” starts now!! So, I’m making a start. To start writing again, just for the pure love of it, without any obligations to cater to. Just simply write. To express.

Adjusting my aching bums on the over-bridge’s stairs, a half functioning headphone playing random music in the left ear trying its best to distract me. The right ear is busy listening to the random musings that the other fellow passengers go through or are being made to. Staring with tiring, curious eyes to the virtual groups that people form among themselves. Each different from the other set, yet echoing symmetrical structures.

There are a series of passengers coming down the over-bridge, carrying something or the other with them. Baggage, of their material properties and some on their mind. Thoughts flowing out of their head as they head down to wait for the train that will take them home or probably away from one. Students, after a hectic day in their schools, colleges, coaching classes, which grind them like anything, going back to their places. Thinking probably of “how to better save time and invest the same in their never ending courses”. Or where they are going wrong, devising ways to achieve the “target” set by their parents or on some rare occasions by themselves. Expectation’s sword hanging in front of them. The stairway ends onto the platform and they mix among the many others.

Others, some fresh-out-of-college fellows, striving hard to make a career for themselves. Standing exhausted after working for hours, smiling with a little effort on the acquaintances that reciprocate the same weary smile. Their smiles are hard to decipher, a ting of sadness perhaps on not achieving something or not having worked hard enough to get the required taste of success that they had desired. Perhaps thinking of getting rid of all these thoughts and making a life of the available situation and resources. Am I reading too much here ? Probably yes. Or Just echoing shades of my own self through them.

An old couple sitting midway down the stairs. Their tiring eyes examining the people that is crossing their way and mixing into the crowd. The couple do not speak to each other just casually look at each other for a moment, may be telling each other or remembering their days with that glimpse. Probably ruing of what they might have achieved or maybe feeling content with themselves as to the fact that they didn’t had to go through too much struggle to earn their bread.

Mind never lets us be content. One always wants to achieve more. Can we term it as greed ? The greed to make ourselves achieve everything that comes our way or continuously comparing ourselves with others’ achievements?

This was just a normal day at the railway station and one of its platform, probably depicting our life’s complexities in a rather exaggerated tone.

Tag: feelings

…just straight out of my pen…

A day at the station