My name is not important. Neither are any of the other tokens randomly associated to me. These are only to assist others to uniquely identify me, to brand me, classify me, generalise me and eventually dismiss me. I am capable of being so very much more than what I am called and subsequently restricted to.

I am preached to, profusely, but seldom witness practise. Lofty ideals and vainly glorified histories, I read, are a matter of theories, strictly not to be applied, where so ever. In spite, I lack not the courage to apply, because I am overflowing with an amazement at the world,to have any place left for fear.

My station in life renders me obstinately unapologetic to the faiths and sermons, traditions and conventions, doled out as acquired knowledge of generations. I know only of that strange tingling sensation at the back of the neck when something truly inspiring unfolds. There I am, at my best, to imbibe and follow.

My ability to understand begs for mercy at the onslaught of information I am subjected to. My innate and infinite curiosity suffers almost fatal blows at every blast of random data flung into my face. But I am yet to be hurt and broken, yet to lose my sense of enquiry to dreary daunting facts. I yearn for and do find lasting satisfaction in my stupidities. May be there would be people who have figured it out, I am yet to and as of now I am damn sure that I will.

There is an intrinsic force in my being. It wishes to deconstruct the world to which a religious adherence is expected. And to remodel it on an entirely oblique imagination. So different from the current that even I am not sure what it will look like. But it will be awesome. An immovable object should not be meted out to that unstoppable force.

I am way too good in way too many ways. I am not so good in way too many ways as well. The meters and standards don’t do me justice. For a ‘standard’ by definition is acutely opposite of all that I am. To be measured must be one the most disconcerting things to endure for any human. I wish to measure up to myself and that should do.

I need to be held not stamped , I need to be inspired not impressed , I need to be amplified not measured , I need to be flung onto the winds to fly not to be scared of heights, I need to be loved not processed and above all I need to be me and not a duplicate.

I have so far been the keen observer of life, at the cusp of joining in the milieu, on the threshold of reality. I am on the verge of applying all the tools and techniques I have, at times,extremely reluctantly received.

Of all these what I cherish the most is the innocent, eager for everything and can do anything spirit.

Let it kindle a wee bit more.

Lets’ abstain from maturity, a wee bit longer.

-A student of life , a student for life.

Abstaining from Maturity

A Conversation with self vs world