Wavering interests,.

Embryonic stage of renewed self determination. That's what I named a phenomena where you actually start re-living your previously done activity in a renewed manner but still, much like a lazy bum. Sometimes, people who used to read ample of books or write articles seem to take a sabbatical from reading/writing for don't know what reason. Yes, its that ambiguous a situation. For days, months and more awfully years, that habit is long lost and abandoned like an orphan who suddenly is greeted by its birth givers after years. Oh! Humble realization. And, okay, that's for the good as you finally wake up. But why so late? Should it be asked what meaningful you did all these years or could is be put this way: Did you actually not like that thing or something or did laziness claw you and kill you to obesity? The answer might not be just one, but many of them, sometimes valid and sometimes absolutely irrational and passive.

It genuinely seems to defy the idiom 'Old Habits Die Hard' but the victims can always come up with ''My habits were just under comatose, not dead, you see!'' It could have evolved due to busy schedules or decaying interest or maybe psychological disorders? Let's tackle them one by one. 

Busy and schedules are two for me, and I cannot combine them if we're talking about interests and passions. Schedules are not God made, are they? We author them, manage them, edit them and also execute accordingly. And busy-ness is the outcome of wrong editing. We could reduce just 2 minutes from some chores and grab some gravity for our own development. Coming on to being 'busy'. It has its own amendments. Some people are occupied since morning till night and yet take 30-40 minutes out before sleep to refill their mental flask. So more than being a state, it's an esteemed word, seemingly putting one into the 'uppermost circle'.

The second one: decaying interest. Can interest decay? Be surmounted by unwanted elements leading to it's ruin? Yes, it can. You have had a change of interest and you might have switched to something else in the meanwhile. Some new entrants in your life could have kept you busy for a long, long time. You might have been too swayed away by your lifestyle, that other developmental cardinals were forced to lose their dignity, slowly ad were subjected to a backlog. You would have judged your area of interest as losing its treat and excite element.

Last and definitely worth noting is the category of psychological conditions that affect the overall working of the individual, right from his behavior to his likes/dislikes and so on, further affecting his own social acceptance. And that can be due to two sub-reasons: family conditions and his own personal world. The family can be troublesome, broken, on the verge of being broken,a bunch hypocrites residing together,cordial socially but not even sipping the evening tea together ,or simply having no family. This,utmost, shows it's effect on how one approaches everything. On the other hand, a lost love,an unfortunate happening, no accomplished career and so on are few facets on the personal front that force you to divert your choices.

So, you see,how well can even the simpler aspects of one's changing or say, diminishing interests, that relapse later, can be related to one's minute dispositions and other realms of the personal world; different strata. The relapse can anytime be owed to the restoration of the negative conditions to something satisfactory. 

~ Easy depiction of changing human choices by a chart ~

Rain, cognizance and more.

                                        

Rain: the sublime heaven, intellectual phenomena. Yes, it echoed right. That shimmery stop that slides down my skin when i first embalm it, that feeling which is unexpressed. It sings a lullaby sometimes, and drives the cherubian some other time, weaves a new human bond and gives no blatant replies to inherently mysterious questions.

The intricacies of rain are often unnoticed; humans don't thrive to wonder what they soak themselves in, the undeniable pleasure and the mesmerizing after effect. It is this effect that makes me express in the aforesaid way, because I think, I stare and I blink at it. It seems to invite me. 

I like to watch the raindrops falling on the ground for hours. I can imagine a picture of a simmering coffee cup kept in a luscious garden or in a road facing porch with two chairs, table and a good person. A person. And I'm in no mood to compare it with anything filled more with ecstasy. I vouch to describe this sight as heavenly and certainly cannot explain how undeniable a feeling it is.

Rain, has its story and gives me, you and the one you're sitting with or thinking about, stories about it. Rain is my family. I fondly remember the road stroll on my bike under the sky shower or the caricature drawing on the fogged window glass of my car when it rains unannounced while I go out for lunch. It's a sustainable process for me. Imagining a world where it won't rain? I won't imagine. And I won't snatch that coffee cup off the table and not stop drawing more faces on car windows either.

Rain is in itself a complete and complacent phenomenon; associate it with tears, with joy, with memories, with cupid thrills, with unimaginable wonderings, with a jigsaw that never seems to be solved, with a question that it asks you and with every other thing that happens. Just let it. 

Picture Courtesy: www.murraymitchell.com

Next time it rains, just remember what I wrote, put up a philosophical bent once and see what you make of it. Your writing hand might just glide on the paper.

MANALI TRANCE

Imagining myself gyrating amidst other women and okay, also men, every time I listen to the Manali Trance is one thing; it definitely transports me to a very special period of life.

Back in October 2013, I'd first sowed seeds of my officially first trip outside Lucknow with my friends; leading to one trip a year syndrome that occurred since then. A bunch of 4 totally dissimilar personalities: me;a broad Chested, tall and handsome guy; one lighter version of a very fat girl and an utter thin and small structured man: this is how I would describe the people sitting in our Estillo. Hope they do not read this. ;)  We'd to leave at 0530 hours and only I was the one who didn't shut her eyelids down throughout the previous night in sheer excitement. We drove the wheels straight to Mussoorie first, stopping on and off at 'washroom 'stations (petrol pumps). The night we kick started the bargaining phenomena and reached Mussoorie, just strolled the next two days, snapping at Dhanaulti and finding Kempty not so tempty, leaving for Manali after two days. The on and off phases of sunshine and grey weather that kind of gave bidding Mussoorie a ‘will return again’ bye, a nice "feel" to it. But,Oh yeah! we had our moments of “filmy" paranormality too.

On the way to Shimla, struck a point where the petrol pointer told us, it was well fed and the next few kilometres were smooth; bang on and it showed grave hunger! Picture this: 4 hungry people  in a car on a rocky hillside where almost landslide could've happened, small boulders surprising us on the road, charcoal dark, little oil in the tank, not even a sight of petroleum station for the next many kilometres  and Google navigation voice over artist pitching in our conversations. Filmy?! At least we found it. The navigation ticker ballooned the pump at around 60 kms from where we were and amused as we were about how we actually reached that pump! No food that night though. This began the fun packed move towards Manali. Staying there in a fine hotel, and finally getting some rest that night. Our accomplice every day, were trump cards that we played, every day, with breakfast, after dinner, before going out and on the verge on dozing off.

I’d already allured the rest three about the Old ‘mystical’ Manali,  that was something to watch out for: exquisite cafes, eateries, smoking points, grills, bakeries and hangouts. We hopped to Dylan’s. I’d been there before. Sat among a big group of wild smokers (yes, the local stuff, there) and the Mediterranean coffee feel at Dylan's, it was all something that I can't detail. It seemed silent, delivering something peculiar, adding that 'trance' element to it. It was our buddy’s birthday that gave birth to the trip, basically. Had a quickie lunch at Khyber Restaurant, some shopping and yes, I’d got a lovely dark chocolate cake from a nearby bakery. Indeed it was tasty. That day, also had some bickering bowls of emotions. The next day we went to Johnson Bar and Grill and almost ordered champagne (low on cash, we couldn’t buy it). I got a cosy grey rabbit wool sweater for mum, that she adores the most, till date: it was authentic and reasonably priced!

Calling it trip, outing, endeavour or any first trial with a bunch of people: this period of 8 days was at ease. Celebrating our friend's birthday there, followed by a disastrous movie but still a night show and managing all by ourselves, the expenses, food and every little detail, was the actual trance of Manali: though we never doped, we could still feel it all (the high) by just thinking about the mesmerizing beauty of the place.