Tag: Random Philosophy

In Search of Happiness

On October 13, 2015

The search of Happiness is a life long pursuit which never allows us to be content. We strive to achieve it, build dreams of getting to that goal where we assume we will finally feel happy, and yet the goal just keeps distancing itself from us.
Forget about materialistic things, which ultimately doesn’t give us the intrinsic happiness with which we associated it to be, even happiness out of things we love end up on most occasions to be a disappointment.
We love to associate happiness with the perfect picture. The ideal scenario, where we have it all. We ensure that we push ourselves into getting that perfection into our lives. Our eagerness to reach the destination is so much that we forget about the journey itself. In the process, we even forget our initial goal was happiness.
If you ask people what is their aim, would you ever hear anyone say, “happiness”?! I doubt.
The answer would center around goals which were conceptualized to reach happiness, but ultimately miss the objective and become entirely something else.
Not getting them only makes the situation worse. We not only forget our actual objective of becoming happy, but centre the entire failure on the materialistic pleasure we put our hopes on.

Yes, happiness does lie in little moments. When you travel, it’s the journey of anticipation that brings happiness. When you savor a brilliant dish, it’s the aroma and the delight of having it, that brings happiness. When you’re with your family or friends, moments cheer you up. But the happiness gets restricted to those moments, memories of those moments and anticipation of many more of them in future. We do have happy days every now and then. But can we sustain them for long?
This is the point where you expect me to write a conclusion, but then this isn’t one of those posts. This is just a random blabber and a revering thought, and yes an attempt in search of Happiness. Have you found it yet?

In search of Clarity..

By farooq

On September 28, 2014

In Random Philosophy

Clarity.

A clean glass container filled with water, clean water, you see bubbles. That represents clarity. Nothing explains it better. You drop even a small pebble, a small part of anything which doesn’t dissolve and it simply wanders. You watch it, move around, forming symmetries and asymmetries all along. That small pebble disturbs your view of the clear water. A distracted view and missing clarity.

Imagine more of those pebbles jumping in. More distractions. Less clarity. Life is not very different. Unwelcome guests knock on your door and there’s simply no choice for you but open the door.

Pebbles or problems keep jumping in from time to time. We jostle for space to get back that view. That very same clarity.

Alas! there’s no one way to actually achieve this. The inflow of unwanted pebbles will never stop. But this does not mean we never try. The quest for clarity is the single most important things we should be running after.

Life through its various facets gives us that chance to seek answers. It is not necessary to go to the Himalayas to attain the same. You can find it, in between a very crowded market, or a park where all you hear are the birds chirping. You can find it while traveling, standing on the door of a train or bobbing your head out of the window in a moving bus or even while riding a bike too.

Answers are everywhere. Clarity too is somewhere there. It’s there if you want it to be.

There are lots of pebbles and probably lots of questions to be answered to. But hopefully, at the end of it, we can look back and say, yes!! We tried.

Clarity.

An early Sunday Morning and another attempt to get back to Writing with a really long Post Title

By farooq

On February 9, 2014

In Random Philosophy

Staring at this word doc for over a minute, while thinking of something totally different from it all, finally type down something. It still takes effort to get back to writing, whatever and whenever I want. The old schedule and flow just seems to be missing. Well there are of course numerous reasons, but instead of boring you out with the innumerable sad tales of my life, I’ll just share with you some odd happenings in and around me. (Not sure whether you’ll find that interesting though).

Early Sunday Morning. It just doesn’t even properly sound like something of value to me. Early Morning itself is nothing short of a punishment. Anyways, here I am. And here is Sunday.

A typical Sunday for me generally wouldn’t have even started by now. Maybe this would be the time, I’ll be clearing out my way to clean up the bed and sleep after extended hours of either watching some random movie or any of those Tv series on which I would be hooked onto. No. No such thing in a little while.

It is just a little calm. Excessively calm and yet uneasy. The chirping of the birds, the coughing of the security guard who would finally like to call off for the day, after adjusting himself to sleeping on a chair the whole night of course.

Speaking of sleep and adjustments, a little disorder has crept in my system and the reason for the same can definitely be awarded to this factor called Overthinking. This one never leaves your side, even when others seem to do their own shifts then and now.

There are loads of things to rue about and even more to crib upon, but as strange as it may sound. I don’t feel like doing it. I won’t give out some of the positivity crap out to you, but would definitely state that not thinking negatively is better. Maybe that is how things are going to be. You learn from your mistakes and if you just won’t repeat them, than the things might just improve.

Apart from very important things, I have actually never been persistent towards anything. And now, when I’m trying to be, because there are things that to me, actually appear to be worth it, it just amazes me that it is really difficult. Someone said to me once, “Nothing can be served to you on a platter” and hence I tried to convince people to cook and I’ll go ahead with even self service as long as I get it. but then why would anything go as I want, eh ?

Phew!! Trying not to crib is just not my thing I guess. (I still ended up doing it).

Wish you a great Sunday guys!!

Cribbings

By farooq

On January 25, 2014

In Random Philosophy

The question that has been looming large in my head is why I am not able to write. Write something, anything, just simply write. Actually vent it out. The more I thought the more I couldn’t get myself to type down into gibbering words on the keypad. Finally gathering whatever little ounce of determination that had been stored in some remote part of the mortal remain that I still have, directed them to write down something. And it just so happens that just typing down the reasons for the long absence is enough to stretch up to 100 words of the English language (104, to be precise and 113 till this sentence closes). Phew!!!

Questions and answers. I make them, and get lost in answering them. “Why” being the most favourite starting point of course of the numerous questions.

Life went the crazy road. I’m still being sane. Apart from the regular enticing indulgences of killing myself to end it all. Yes, sorry to disappoint many with these sadistic approach but I just thought let me just be truthful to myself and to the fact that actually saying it out loud may actually stop me from thinking more about it. Killing myself is not the only thought that crosses my reveries but the mere idea of just giving in to the demands of the craziness that life has thrown up. Now, “crazy” is just a very polite way of saying how fucked up the situation is.

Apart from my pseudo-optimistic self and others who try to console, do throw in bubbles of hope which do reach me, but I miserably fail to store them safely. Only if I knew how to store and use them like medicines whenever the going gets tougher and tougher.

Khair, the story of cribbing can go to extents that it might not be tiring for you to read but tiring for me to explain to you as well. Thing is when the going gets tough, no matter whether you get tougher or not. You sure learn a lot about people and their being “friends” with you. So, here’s me ending the cribbing and finally able to post something on the blog.

An untitled post..

By farooq

On May 31, 2013

In Random Philosophy

Battling my eyelids by rubbing their sleep off, and trying to focus on this screen to type something down on this keyboard. No, it’s not any report that I need to submit anytime soon nor an exam preparation.

It is just simple blabber coming out of my mind right now that is being written out here. If this whole blabbering ends up going well over say, 400 words, I’ll just transfer it to the wordpress blog and post it for everyone.

Now, since I said above that this might actually become a blogpost, I’ll have to find a suitable topic or to structure it to give some sort of meaning, for it to actually make any sense. Right ??

Of course, I am right!! (experienced hoon bhai)

There should be some structure, some agenda, some flow of ideas, something this something that. Right ??

Well, if you are looking for an answer from me, then dude, sorry to disappoint, I have no idea!!!

I don’t want to make any sense out of this, or hell I don’t want to make any sort of sense tonight. I just feel like blabbering something. The only vague thought that is floating around my head, is to be as non-sensible as I can.

Hey, I just checked this post just crossed the half-way mark of the initial deadline of 400 words for it to become a blog!! Yay!!

Duh!

Damn this obsession with milestones, dates, memoirs, etc!! why do I have to follow the rules, codes, traditions, etc to actually make sense or to make things work??

Why everyone has to follow a strict code of “ethics”, rules, arrangements, falaana dhimkana ??

For those who don’t know me personally, and happen to believe that this is some sort of a drunk post, again sorry to disappoint. Neither do I drink, nor is this post because of that.

I’m tired.

No, not of writing all this down even when I’m a little sleepy, but of many things in my life. My own life seems so strange to me, as if I have started living it inside someone else. And I’m not blaming the problems in general; everyone has some of their own. It has to do with something else.

This strangeness has just built on itself. Each year, each month, each week, each day, and every possible breakup of time has put in their best to make it like this. I’ve started finding faults. Not in others, but in myself.

Finding myself out there to be blamed for my own strangeness!! Yes.

But then who bothers??

Around 25% of the people who are going to see this link, of a random blabber are going to click on it. Half of them would just not bother to completely read the whole thing. Among the ones, who do that will just mouth a few words towards me (of course not of praise) for wasting their time, and among those few half left, some would not let their laziness lose to pitch in a few comments, and if et all there are any left, I might have to explain as to what this was all about.

So, the only thing I am looking forward to is those few souls, dropping in.

But now, having exceeded the initial deadline of 400 words, I have doubts as to how many would flock down to share that strangeness with me. Long posts repel or doesn’t excite audiences, is a fact one should learn really fast. Or even a blog with no pictures to grab people’s attention??

Yes, I’m doing it all. No pictures. No Title. And a long Cribbing post.

Then again, a question comes, why should I bother if the audience doesn’t want to read that much, or like why many are interested in a t20 rather than a test match??
PS: I started writing this post some 40 minute back, wrote whatever random stuff that crossed my mind. It’s just my whining, cribbing, etc coming out in a flow. Sorry, if it didn’t make any sense to you, you’ll surely have company.

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