Wild Thoughts [V1]

The Difference Between Having A Potential And Being Successful



How many times in life so far would you have heard the words, "He/She is good. But he/she can be even better"?

Initially, it sounds good, ranging to tolerable, ranging to perpetually annoying and then ultimately preposterous.

We always face that problem- (By 'we', I mean people similar to a 'despicable me') - being too lazy to put to use our entire potentials.

And it's not as if we aren't aware of the magnitude of our potentials. We're just too lazy, too much of a procrastinator. So much so that it has become an addiction.

So, basically, the difference between having a potential and being successful seems to zero down on the procedure- action, or work.

Theory was never a problem for me. But practicals were a headache.

So how do we find a solution? How do we find that spark to light up the fire in our asses? Much more tempting an option for our lazy fraternity is, how do we find that external force?

A man or an idea?

"We're told to remember the idea and not the man. Because a man can fail. He can be killed and forgotten. But 400 years later, an idea can still change the world."

So, we need an idea. Either external or internal. Either in the form of an advice or an obligation or a compulsion.

But we hate all of them- advices, obligations, compulsions.

So, that leaves us with the only option- an internal calling.

Spirituality, perhaps? Or just plain old introspection.

I'd tried both. Nothing worked so far. Even trying them out requires action. And it's a pain.

Couldn't things just materialize through mere thought?

I wonder if most schizophrenics were once in our great fraternity. It appeals so much to the mind of the epitomes of laziness- creating our fantasy world and letting everything materialize on its own.

So is that the solution? Becoming a schizophrenic?

Wild thoughts.

Whenever was it said that lazy people weren't wild? They might not be so in action, but in thoughts, they are among the most adventurous creatures on earth.

There you go, then. The bridge between the potential and success could well be a mental disorder.

Awaiting many more 'rational' ideas.




P.S. Joblessness is the mother of all invention.

Dream Sequence

(Inspired by Inception :D)

As she sat with the moonlight reflected on the dark, deep waters, the splashing waves carried her into reverie. The sea no longer intended to make her complete when she sat on the shore.

She decided she had a decision to make. A decision, not from the heart, but from the head. It had been quite some time that she'd decided over matters from her heart based on raw emotions. It was about time she erased the bias and turned to her more rational faculties.

She had to let go of her past. She had to accept, that what was gone, was gone forever,never intending to come back. Yet, the more she tried to let go of it, the more entangled she seemed to get.

She caught a fistful of sand and held it tight. Then she observed the particles escaping from between her fingers. Just like her will power, she thought. The more she tried to control it, the more it turned evasive.

The sudden exaltation had resulted in her falling from a very high peak, down into the deepest valleys. So, "Should she regret the phase of happiness?", she thought.

And then her head asserted, "It was a happy phase. Instead of regretting it, she must learn to be grateful to it".

As her heart and head battled, deep in the seas, something moved.

Slowly, a ghostly figure rose from the seas and glided across the waves towards her.

She instantly recognized the tall physique.

He was gliding towards her in effortless silence.

She walked towards the silvery white figure.

They held hands. She looked into those misty eyes. And her own eyes bedewed.

Now there was no confusion. Everything seemed crystal clear, as clear as the suddenly lighted up waters.

It was sunrise at the stroke of midnight.

"It's not a battle between YOUR head and YOUR heart. On the contrary, it's a battle between your head and MY heart, " he mused.

"So they're two different things?" she asked, lost in those misty eyes.

"Our hearts are one. Not our heads, probably."

"Oh, sad."





Suddenly, all the lights vanished.

And she woke up to midnight.

Her mom walked out of the room.

If I'd Have A Life Span Of Just 24hrs

The topic instantly appealed to me. As morbid as I am, that doesn't strike as a surprise.

Ever since we were born, we have taken life for granted. As if we'd live forever.

Almost everyone has this misconception. And it's almost a part of human nature to take things for granted.

But this topic made me refresh my grey cells.

I'm not known as a very sanguine personality, but somehow, when I think of dying, making happiness my last wish comes to my mind.

Yes. If I have just 24hrs to live, I would like to spend it in making each person I meet, smile. That would, in turn, give me loads of happiness.

And I would never let anyone know I wouldn't be in their lives for more than a day.

I would want to make the ones I dearly love realize how much I truly care.

After all this, if possible, I'd even like to meet Aamir Khan in person. :P
And a few other special people.

I the end, I wouldn't want to die as any normal person, but as a rose who still gives off a fragrance while being crushed.