A Familiar Stranger...

Today, I spied intellect hidden in a very deceiving place. It was a sikh taxi driver who drove me from my home to the airport. In the beginning, acting totally unlike myself, I thought that he would bore me to death with his musings (what do you expect? it was really early in the morning and i was still hungover!)... but he was, a newage philosopher who had plenty to talk about and was just as equally open to debate. Its hard to come by such intellect and open mindedness nowadays...

Of all the things we talked about, the most appealing was what he told me about clearing my head, making it completely devoid of thoughts and thinking of God, thanking him for everything that he has given me... I used to do that a long time before and that time used to be one of the most happiest times I ever had in my life. When he spoke of the importance of this, No kidding, I actually felt like it was God himself, who was giving me the advice... I feel reborn. This is where my contentment was hidden...

I know that this post is less of " a Psychotic Musing", but its a precursor to even better posts, because content people are even better thinkers than plain people! ;)

An ignored fact...

Most of the time, we humans, too absorbed in our duties, jobs and temptations, forget to satiate our souls. We ask it to simply shut up and allow us to focus on running faster (if not just running), in the rat race. What we dont realise is that its our souls which provide us with the motivation to run faster...

When we were kids, we would respond mostly to our souls urges... we would say, or rather feel, "Let logic be dammned", and run off to play, jump, ride, climb or just enjoy. Thats why you see that most of the kids are happy and most of the adults, solemn. The few adults who do only what they absolutely love doing, are happy and "content". I have heard the story of an old man from my dad, who, despite having enough riches to love comfortably in a magnificient house till he passed away, drove a tourist taxi, simply because he loved to drive around. He was one content man.

Why do we let logic and fear drive us? Why are we almost always scared of "the consequences"? Why must we be scared of the face with twelve dots and two hands?


Agreed that we must work to take care of ourselves and those around ourselves... it thus becomes necessary to strike a balance...

We must once in a while, indulge ourselves... and go and do things that our souls beg us for... Try camping next to a river under a full moon...

adios.