Wandering through the maze of life in loneliness of crowd the fate spoke in whispers. From million of possibilities the face stands and watches in wonder. The gate opens and it walks in through the small opening of the broken wall watching in wonder with curious pair of eyes. Innocence has its style oozing with child like excitement. The touch of life was new to the garden with dying flowers. It started to long for the touch and soon the smell of pure joy was flowing in the garden. Unlikely the reflection dawned and it opened through opaque glass wall. The sparkle in the eyes were infectious with energy of 100 suns. It melted the false morality and the old grease collected over ages in seconds. Inverse square law was no longer applicable it was just product of collective warmth. The days passed and adventure was on. The garden was no longer lonely. The dreams lived and blossomed. It came in all shapes and sizes. The pointy ones were the cutest. It w...
In my moments of solitude like most bored minds I always use to question the meaning and motive of it all. In the random chaos of life what was I doing here. Why I am here or Who am I to begin with. What is the meaning of my existence and why I am running after this illusionary success. Even if I achieve My goals does it mean anything. My insignificance to this world was scary to say the least. I was almost lost in my questions and the whole thought of this indifferent universe to me, to human kind and to life in general was disturbing. I used to be a religious guy before I started understanding this all pervasive randomness of our existence. It is no more than a random accident that I was born and is writing this blog now. My theory of a planned life was destroyed by the sheer absence of any evidence to support my wishful thinking. It was agonizing in the beginning but it slowly dawned on me that I was asking the wrong questions all this while. Meaning is a wrong adjective ...