The blood in my veins rushes to its maximum speed, correlating with the beats per minute of my heart, sending signals to my brain that I am highly excited at this moment.
Wait, isn’t the above sentence wrong?
Is it ‘I’ who is excited or is it my body? Continue reading
A vagabond is a person who has no fixed address.
Hmm, sounds like myself. Continue reading
I am forcing myself to write from the last two hours.
I started six stories and stopped them all. I can’t feel the words flowing through me tonight. I haven’t written a single blog post since two months. How lazy I can be at times!
I worked on my book in bits and pieces during the last two months. I watched cult movies and read lots of motivational quotes online, but couldn’t motivate myself to pick up the pen and write. I am angry on myself. I want to slap myself so hard that my lazy self wakes up and act on the laid out plan because I do not have much time. Continue reading
In continuation with Big Question…
The big question is not “Why are you here?” The big question is “Are you aware of where you are?” And yet, there are always bigger questions, just like there is always a new mystery to solve, a new milestone to achieve, a new record to break. But isn’t there a limit to everything? How far can you go? How high can you jump? How fast can you run? Continue reading
Imagine a day, just one day, when no one asks you any questions. No one asks you where are you going, no one asks you the direction to somewhere they need to reach, no one asks you what time it is, what date it is, no one asks you what time you will leave, what time will you come back, no one asks you whether you missed them, whether you love them. In short, imagine a day when no one is bothered about you.
How would you spend that day?
What do you write about when you are not able to think?
I suffered from this nothinkingness in the entire January of 2014. Now, when I am able to think about it, I realize that Januarys have always been hard on me in some way or the other. Last year too, January sucked big time for me. This time around, it didn’t suck as bad as last year, but it still made mess of my already messed up mind. Continue reading
One year and five months. Approximately eighty-three minutes. Five Thousand Seconds.
Last week, this website reached a total click count of five thousand. Five thousand seconds of hitting enter on a keyboard after typing muktimantra.com or after clicking a google search link that brought someone to this website.
I wonder if they liked what they read here. Did it make them think? What were their thoughts about? Continue reading