Tuesday 6 July 2010

As it is now...

Currently I am all too muzzled up with ten things up my sleeve and a confused brain trying to sort out a perfect plan to resolve each entity. Unfortunately, none of these aspects have any credible solution or a right or wrong; which is to say that they are the manifestations of the many abstract things that pollute my super-intellect...Of course if I really have to look beyond the narcissism and also forsake my feigned humility of a subdued gracious genius lost in the gutters of the decaying employment dynamics of Kolkata, (pause - I need a break from this elaborate digression!), I am currently back to my perpetual cribbing self. For much of this time I have borne this humdrum of life is a compromise but suddenly my ever suspicious intellect rose from its slumber to realize 'Ouch! stagnation...Holmes, stagnation...'Much too late my dear Watson. I had a clue of it even before there was a case - a case of exploitation and an ever eluding dream.
But to rest my critical and self pitying self aside I'd have to admit that if illusion were reality then perhaps the beauty of illusion would have ceased. The mirage has a significance only because it fools you into believing the impossible. Is it not synonymous with hope? at least in these years I have realized that this four letter word has kept be going. Sometimes it has inspired, sometimes imbued me with a challenge, sometimes tempered me and always stood by me when I needed someone by my side the most. It is ironic that illusion and hope are impalpable but to the sore heart and the dreamer's eye they are the only two true things that exist and sustain.