Life, Memories, Dreams; My Thoughts

I always feel that autobiographies are fictional as they are always written in the light of success or achievements. More often it is success in one’s life that prompts one to connect the previous dots of life and create a better picture with bright colours. Retrospection makes things brighter and colourful. However, it is always better to connect the dots of past to interpolate your future.

One is not born a genius, one becomes a genius. It is journey of life that moulds us. So what we are today is consequences of all the histories we have made till today. It is amazing to think that our history shapes us which in result shapes our future. Once history was future and one day future would be history too. Life can be simulated as a closed complex nonlinear system that propagates towards future with a feedback from the past.

In control system, there is concept of poles and zeroes. It says that if a system does not have poles and zeroes, system will be flat, barren and dull. In life, I think happiness and sorrows are pole and zeroes which creates peaks and valleys that make scenery of life so tempting and attractive. This is something chosen by nature. We are just in delusion of choosing things. Matter and antimatter co-exist. They not only nullify but also define each other. We are choosing pizza; because nature has given us hunger. This hunger makes us to appreciate the food, we are eating. If we never get hungry and other human basic instincts what would be difference between a stone and human. So to feel that we exist; we are alive, I feel somewhere the integrated views of things are to be accepted.

Memories and dreams are one of the best gifts that nature has blessed to mankind. Remembering the past gives me a sense of gratefulness towards life as I am so fortunate to live so many years of loving life. Looking back makes things so happier, so jovial, so lively that even suffering seems just a contrasting layout to make the picture of happy moment clearer and deeper. The pain endured just before the exam; the humiliation suffered after proposing the girl; the slap by the father; the fight with street boys entertain us like self produced, self directed and self acted movie. Memories are our best friend and often in form of experience and knowledge they lead us to our goals and aims.

Dreams are interpolated curve of life congruent to our memories, present and our ambitions. We dream because this is what we want to be. In dream we can be any person; we can possess anything. Dreams are great because no motivator and speaker can motivate or inspire you as you can be motivated or inspired by your own dreams. A strong dream provides us persistence and patience to fight against all the odds of our life.

The best thing I personally feel about dream and memories are they make me able to travel in time. No wonder, if I would call them Time Machine. I know....Stephen Hawking has proved that time machine is not possible...But mind it... he is not talking about my time machine. Everyone owns this time machine but just you have to know how to drive it..... So my friend! Are you ready to drive?

Someone has said, “Life is so beautiful that even death loves it so much.” And I really mean it. Life is beautiful because there is so much diversity; there is so much uniqueness; there is so much excitement. Curiosity flavours the taste of life. Our natural instincts give aim to our life. Knowledge and love gives a meaning to our life. There is suffering, there is pain but there are so many options, so many alternatives, and so many unique possibilities that even in the most disastrous condition, one can find a genuine way to move in life. It is miracle of life that every person, everything is so unique. God does not create carbon-copies. And this is the beauty of life. We make our life ugly because we do not understand our uniqueness and always try to imitate someone. This is where conflict starts and for us, despite “Life is beautiful”, the quote “life is struggle” seems more pragmatic and more profound.

Life should flow like a river. It should not be like a pond, confined in certain limits. Life like pond begins to stink. We need to flow in our own rhythm. We often create boundaries that restrict us to see far away. These boundaries are very subtle inside our mind. People praise you; people curse you; people hate you; people care you; these are all the bricks of these boundaries. The flow of life is distorted in people’s opinions.   

Happy Durga Puja :)