Yes another of those days when i feel bored when no amount of reading other blogs or net surfing! can satisfy me. So i write... that plant which I saw in a friends bathroom (which is) cute.. made the bathroom more lively or pleasant ...is disturbing me. I can’t recollect its name.. a tree that has been reduced to a small pot with roots looking sturdy enough and leaves small.. a plant/ tree which has potential to grow give shade to a large place..a beauty if it was allowed to grow at its natural pace.. reduced into a small pot.... adorning a bathroom.. somehow reminded me of human beings... no not human beings maybe one of the human beings or human beings like me. trapped and conditioned into a pot and still leafing happily .. that bright green leaves which one associate with freshness... no there is no point i want to make.. just noting down that it disturbs me.
i feel drifting away like a kite... from poems and other literary works i believed it was a state of bliss . but now somehow i find it boring. if i could dream of a place to anchor strive myself towards it braving many odds i could be happy. now i understand why men went on wars..invented things.. they were simply bored and had nothing much to do. now will i create a war or invent something as i am bored... As this blog is there i think that chance can be nullified. But as a byproduct of boring i find myself drifting to comparing myself with others, being envious, trying to find fault with others, going to a situation which i used to think degrading. With an objective in mind i was occupied with any shortcoming that i had but now I kill time trying to find fault with others especially with those who achieved ‘something’ in life like a good shape, a well followed routine, an ability to go for things,or those who have an objective in life .

Death which was like a joke to me has started frightening me. Reading a blogger lose her child I feel terrified to imagine the vacuum a loved one can leave in your life. I try to spend my time with dear and near without wasting on hopes and dreams and tomorrow.


I have started realizing that the more I shut my mouth the more people misjudge me and respect me.