Deep slumber and a dream come true

If i have 20 points to give to any body part for contributing towards making me what i am today, i would give minus 7 to my brain. Doesn't work except in flashes of brilliance too few and far between. Most of the time, i am worse off than the Children of God. Special kids do have some acute sensing ability which has been proven time and again by autistic children and other special kids featured on Discovery channel. Even animals are better off. Cows and deer and other four-legged ones can sense an earthquake in the making and get alarmed before the rumblings actually begin. Elephants, with their wisened features, are known to communicate over long distances with each other using sonic sounds unheard by human ears. Natural ability is an attribute of nature. Something which i grossly lack between the ears. I have lowered my guard, one which has already been proved useless more than what one would say "quite often". Even when natural abilities are slackening because of old age one does have the instinct of keeping alive and kicking. Barely alive and kicking is what can be described of me. Mentally, i am older than an 88 year old. 88 years old was my grandfather when he died. I have wishes but when my cousin asked me whether i wanted them to be true, i replied in the negative. Who would have wishes and not want them to be true asked another cousin. An old man. I am too old today to think where i will be in five or ten years. All that i say beckons me to add that before long i will wake up from this nightmare. With that flicker of hope. The warmth of a forty year old with strong hands and a beacon in his voice that shows inspiring courage and ability to shake the world from its slumber. The warmth in my hands. The call from the innermost depths of the heart is seldom left unheard. And the wait is worth it's while. The wait itself is the penance of the hardest kind. One that has been heard from within and one that the world cannot do without.

Typing out ignorance

I have been typing a lot these days. I think that I will be paralytic some day and my right hand would get an awkward shape and only then will I stop typing. My right hand does ache after typing so much. I have sat in front of computers for countless hours and I think I will have to wear large soda glasses one day. What with the radiation from the computer monitor affecting the way my eyes function and maybe even the way my mind functions. There is definitely an “On” “Off” switch in humans which I know are not always in the control/grasp of our conscious self. We need an indicator to tell us when we are going off-track and when we are on-track. But then I am totally dependant on the thoughts and actions that are cognitive and in absolute conjunction to the way my nature has become over time, less due to my experiences and more due to my yellow submarine { read make-believe world} in which I live alongwith the contributions of the deceiving self which always finds a loophole in my progressive thinking and the “as is where is” condition. After all this written junk which might be useful and sensible to someone out there I think I would employ/request someone to type this onto my blog. Cause cause cause cause cause. Piff. The steam is gone and I am not interested in putting anymore ink on this paper. After all I do know that I am not going to be able to find someone to type. Towards the goal of a paralytic me, I type and curse the gods of keyboards and typewriters and do hope that they curse me back and meet the same fate as “You know who-Voldemort”.... Harry Potters nemesis.

Pressure gauge philosophy

I've heard many scientists saying that they know nothing much about how it was before the Big Bang happened that led to the creation of this universe. I think, from a philosophy point of view that i am the needle on the pressure gauge and as long as i live i'll move up and down drawing circles depending on how much pressure is there and how much air is pushing against me. The air part comes here due to the fact that gauges help in checking air pressure in tyres. A lotta air will push me to the right side while no wind at all will keep me low on the left side. My life gets direction from these pressures and i certainly don't know who is using me. Or who made me except for the fact that i was made for a purpose which is being fulfilled every second i breathe on this lonely planet called earth. And someday when i am of no use my spirit will rise from the needle and hover around the next needle that would serve it's purpose on earth and that's the beginning of the pressure guage philosophy. After thinking for a while on all that i've just typed, i am thankful enough to know that atleast i am part of an instrument of measurement that will eventually lead to the gauging of events. In this world and beyond too.