UNFAZED BOOK

It is many days since I wrote any post. It is very true if you ate stomach full of  snacks you don't need lunch. Such was  my appetite for Face Book. I needed a  platform. I got it.There things are simple. You don't brake your head for putting across your ideas  mend content or grammar, any way I cannot avoid committing any. Face Book taught me how to be simple, to be understandable how to be short and top of it how to be earthly. Blog gives me absolute  freedom to blabber, contrarily  Face Book taught me how to make myself acceptable, in all frankness  how to put my thoughts more sugar coated. 

I had a rude shock when when I noticed no body ever endorsing what I wrote in face book unless it wears a popular look.. I have my secret doubts if I may be labelled as eccentric . I some times regret my habit of overtly dissecting ideas that came across my mind.  I take my own reasoning to do so. This habit gradually no doubt would have become a fixation. Who wants your multilevel dissections and dichotomy? Why your  analysis should be  so complicated ?   Why generic interpretations  don't convince me? Trying to be needlessly  complicated ?  But dear you don't have all the time in the world to contemplate on every silly thing. So be simple at times.

It was a rather awakening to find some body labeling me almost like a negative thinker. I am  blissfully ignorant of this fact or assumption. I am always  supposed to say that glass is half full not empty and look only at stars from a window and never ground beneath it.  All these are suggestions for  positiveness. OK. Baba. I am willing to be positive as per your expectations . I am willing to drink half full glass and see stars from window. But am I supposed to  hang only to the window like an ape never descend on ground ? Too much sugar coated  positive ideology really confuses me. Just because some body said it is good to be positive I am not going to buy that idea. Positiveness should be born out of your convictions not through by repeating few lines.

The one good thing with blog is it is not very open for discussions. Of course at least mine. I  dislike lengthy  forum discussions about what I wrote or said.  There could be thousand ways of  contradicting you. I basically feel it is not my responsibility to subject my self for interrogations because I do that myself thousand times before I write some thing.  I presumed it to be some what like journal, an artistic journal where I can put all my thoughts in a sequence and present a concept or  idea. Through blogging I   reflected even  on frivolous  things which came to my mind.  Who wants it any way? Nevertheless  I keep churning them  in  my inner layers of heart and brain.I  have  spent great portion of life generating them than in contemplating on  how to arrange my wardrobe or clean my kitchen. It is a practical thinking?  Many said it is not.  For some body who loves thinking cleaning a household  mess is not really productive. For some body who wants to spend  every second of his life in materialism it isn't worth a penny. I don't know whether I should regret my unworldliness or pat my own shoulder for doing an unusual  thinking about certain things  which don't bother any body in this world. 

One thing I found during Face Book  escapades was that  I  have a vast enthusiasm to participate in conversations and also I never converse the way others do.I have loads of citations to make.  My derivations are generally byproducts of my past experiences . But curiously very few times I get convinced with what I listen unless it is delivered from an learned  soul.   

One great discovery during my Face Book days that  I made was  some kind of fresh thinking  in younger lot. They explore , share and are more into practical thinking and jovial about bitter facts in life. Their avenues are wider and lot more.  Good to know more about this new world and their beliefs. They don't speak of idealism but hold it  in some other form.They strongly believe in humanism. They hardly cling to the conventions.  

I learn , see many  petty things in every day news which don't deserve deeper  attention. I have an itching to scribble some thing on these matters. Some time I wonder no body seem to care about them. Really? Yes. Then why is it so important to you? Because I see lot of potential danger or trend in it. Is it so? May be or even may not be. It makes headlines when some explosive  kills  so many. But when it is put down silently by two cops who will care for it ? Hardly they find a place in any column. But I always prefer the second kind of solution for problem. 

  In Face book  all your pages are deleted in four days time. Where will you find them again? No where. Then what are you  carrying? Face Book is probably meant for  knowing others. I also found a purpose. I am knowing my self.  I am trying to know myself by putting across what I think.  I am eagerly waiting to evaluate myself. I am waiting to see how I can rip off the most unwanted heavy jackets I am wearing through out. Through this Face Book  I am  sending  my brain child to ablution.