25 May, 2009

Boredom, Thou is a Burden

Staying alone in a 20*11 feet room for a week can turn anyone into a raving lunatic. During the past week that crawled by slower than a tortoise, I was affected so badly from this torturous period that I suffered from Short-term memory loss. Oh, the agony of going to fetch something from the cupboard only to stand dumbly before it wondering what in the world I had to get from it was exruciatingly mind spooking...

Limited communication with fellow humans drove me to considering if I had a dead voice box...I also felt that I was in solitary confinement having only the walls and floor for company, if you could call the non-living 'company'...

However, while I was under this slow death experience, I realised how torturing it must be for the prisoners who are subjected to being confined to a room for months with no contact with the outside world. It is a punishment for them I know, but the atmosphere and environment would probably escort them through an unforgettable experience which could give the gallows a run for its money... Living away from humans, no contact for days together, having no one to turn to, losing count of the hundred times it takes to just cross a minute... wild thoughts creep into the mind, dramatic images invade the mind stealing precious hours of sleep as you lay there petrified of the next thought or vision...you feel bound, helpless against the confinement - confinement of your own mind more than anthing else.

You want to break free, you want to feel the tender air again, you want to feel the touch of humans again, you want to experience the feeling of being one among the rest...you want to just be there and feel alive !

I believe we can unshackle our restrictive minds by just concentrating on the things that provide us with utmost happiness. If we focus on something that would bring pleasant memories to mind, I feel we will be able to get out of that seemingly dark phase and will be able to envision sunrays surrounding us with its warmth !!

08 May, 2009

The Black Dot

I was walking up the hill with slow, thoughtful steps... and gradually I realized the meaning and truth of various aspects in life. Nature has an enchanting way of making you understand the nuances of life and has the power to cleanse your mind and heart gently. I trudged on, over dead crumbling leaves, dry soil, bare trees and skeletal streams… Beauty exists even in decay, I thought as I strolled through the unadorned scenery.

I entered a clearing and spotted an easel with a canvas stretched at length. 

I took a few tentative steps forward and noticed that it was blank, empty, vacant… but wait a moment, there was a black dot – a minuscule one painted on that canvas.

“What is the meaning of this?” I wondered aloud. 

“It means everything and nothing,” she said. 

I looked at the creator of the ‘black dot’ curiously. 

“What exactly do you mean by that?” I asked her. 

“It may mean the world to someone, however tiny the size. It may be a treasure, a promise, a hope and a light for someone.” She paused and continued to say, “It may mean nothing to another; a person may feel its insignificance, it could mean despair, misery, fear and loneliness for others.”

“But it could be both.” I interrupted. 

She smiled and said, “That’s true, though very few think that way…you can take it the way you want it to.”

A black dot says a lot… A black dot is everything and nothing.

[In my 3rd year of B.A, our lecturer had set us this topic of 'A Black Dot on a Canvas'... she gave us 15 minutes to think and write a short para on the topic.  It was a good exercise, as everyone got a chance to express their own ideas plus, it was an opportunity to improve our language skills, our story-telling and to identify our thought processes.]

Thank You Ma'am for setting us a wonderful chance to learn about ourselves!

Venice :)