Uncategorized / Monday, June 4th, 2007

I had a strange dream last night. Well, not that I have ordinary dreams anyway. I dreamed of Vimla – old pal of mine deserted in the annals of memory – sitting and pounding wheat with a huge pestle in this decrepit farm. Strange really, how the mind digs these seemingly surreal images from the dregs of the past.

I also realized that there is no excuse worth the bytes for not entering in your blog on a regular basis. The oft-heard excuse, and one that I bandied about frequently was that “I don’t feel like writing in the blog. I should feel like it. I don’t want to write just for the sake of it.”

Well! That is so stupid now to think about it. I realized that all that it takes to blog is not to wait for the precious feeling to come but to write and then feel the feeling. Making an entry in a blog is not like sex – you don’t have to be aroused – I know now that all I have to do is go to “Create a Post” and once I see the blank page in front of me – the thoughts come, the mind churns the memories of the day and I fill it up faster than I know.

I also made a little plan today – I am going to take each day by each hour. I didn’t implement that plan today because that idea struck me just now. What I plan to do is to take stock each hour of my mood, my feelings, my thoughts, and my actions – the objective being to make myself more aware. I lead such a life of absorption that it ain’t healthy. I feel the need to step aside out of my own self and see others – more intently, see my life more keenly and if I can do so, I feel that I am one step closer to intelligence than I can dream of.

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