Musings of an Untamed Mind

I’m 23 years of age , and whilst on paper , the age sounds sweet and young, the truth is otherwise. Like many others, I have followed the rule of the universe and have allowed maturity to be embedded in every strand of my being.

There was a time not so very long back , when as a child I would spend hours sitting on my bed , lost in a whole new world. It was a world grown ups could never understand , a world where amidst loneliness , I could feel great. For an adult , the G.I.Joe figure in my hand , was just another figure, but for me , it was something so different. I was the G.I.Joe figure , I was the Supreme Commander of the forces of good. On one day I would be the Commander in chief , on another just a private emerging from the war torn trenches to save the world . Or perhaps some days it was just a cricketer , who on the last ball , would smash a ball into the stadium and win the world Cup for his country.

It was a world where dreams had no limits, where even the most craziest thing would be deemed as the essence of youth. As time passed , and as the signs of nature took its course that small boy had to abandon his imaginative world and step into the real world. After all imagination , never paid the house rent. At the age of 23 , when I look at the G.I.Joe figure , I find myself smiling at the innocence of my child hood. Supreme Commander of the world of good. Hogwash, I cant even complete a roundhouse kick!

My mind has become tamed , tamed to understand that any acts of childishness , would now only reflect on the instability of a mind. You cant afford to even look at a toy car , and imagine yourself to be a race car driver. I’ve tried to emulate such imagination , when I am alone. But it has all been in vain. I have caged myself , afraid of how the world around me , would treat me.

But I ask myself this one question. What’s wrong in being different , what’s wrong in wanting to live a life without any inhibitions and what’s wrong in dreaming big , even if its the Supreme Commander of the world of Good? If it weren’t for imagination , The world would have never seen a airplane , or what about an iPhone ? Where have all the Da Vinci’s , Raphael’s , Newton’s vanished off to. Were they not experts at many trades. If it was possible for people of ages past to be the foundation of technologies seen today , and only through their imagination, then why don’t we see the same today?

In my search to find the answer to this , I embark on the journey of the untamed mind , a world where rational and craziness will find itself inter mingled , a world where an adult shall look through the world in the eyes of a ten year old.

Trust me , its going to be a wild ride !

Confession of a Procrastinator

It was in January 2008, that I first found the interest of blogging incubated in myself. After having already penned a novel (yet to be published) , I had figured that writing a blog would be quite easy. After all, how hard would it be it to put your thoughts down on paper. The basic difference a blog has from writing a novel , is in its flexibility to pen down free flowing thoughts. A novel on the other has a starting point and an ending , and once decided , the flow of thoughts finds a direction in itself. So the question I was left pondering on what my blogging agenda was?

Writing , in my perception , is like a waterfall of thoughts which find its way into the crevices of the open minds it finds on its path to the greater ocean. My writing had to have a purpose , my blog had to reach out to people. And so there I was , lost in the translation of my ever flowing thoughts. Months passed by , but the filtration of thoughts only got worse.

Finally in the month of May, I took my first step forward towards blogging. I registered myself with wordpress , and was all set to blog . However there was a small problem. Modern blogging sites gave a bloger the ability to customize their environment. For anybody else , a normal template would have done , but I was not anybody else. I needed something that reflected my thought process. It was on this realization , that I sadly came to accept that , I was no where closer to where I was in January. On went the thinking cap again.

July 16, 2008 , My thoughts finally find itself on a blog. Nothing has changed since January ,neither do I know the genre of my blogs , nor do I have a template that reciprocates my thought. Perhaps as the journey ahead clears , and after I’ve encountered a few pot holes on the road, the things I worried upon once , would find a solution for itself.

In the words of the online Bible , Wikipedia, Procrastination is a type of behavior which is characterized by deferment of actions or tasks to a later time. Psychologists often also cite procrastination as a mechanism for coping with the anxiety associated with starting or completing any task or decision.

Guilty as Pronounced!