Goodness

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Many Days have been

I haven’t written anything

Today I put my hands on the Keyboard

Perhaps to tune my feeling through mind-chord

My feelings are new and has buried the old

Now I am not good but I am bold

My Goodness was nothing

But a dull flower in the soil of my cowardness

I got afraid of them who are themselves

Shrinking in the darkness of fear

I got unhappy due to them who are themselves

Too unhappy to see other’s happiness

They don’t let you to see the reality

Disguised themselves in the shallow make up of gaiety

Love! It is only that can make us bold

It is only that can change our mental-mould

And boldness is what let you to be free

And freedom is the sweetest fruit of your Life-tree

Misanthropist

There are moments when I find myself no less than a misanthropist, especially, after a rough timing with people. The innate selfishness driven with opportunistic trait attributes the majority of people and it often creates a doubt whether all those people who we see as good and others as bad have just difference of opportunity and fear. Morality often seems to fall apart falsifying the universality and Sat, Chit, Anand view of Human character. It is intriguing to see how we construe our own code of morality, though, limited in domain to exploit profit without having guilt of contradicting the larger aspect of morality. And there is where ‘Ethics’ comes into picture. After having many encounters in the past some days with people ranging from doctors to Rickshaw-wallas in the streets of Varanasi, I can say to some extent that we, human, are socially and emotionally controlled but selfish people. No doubt, there are instincts quite natural required for our survival who inadvertently lead us to selfish behavior but there are also social needs and emotional feeling like empathy, kindness which regulate our selfish motives. When survival becomes crucial, a person loses all the characteristic of being human. As study suggests, in the time of famine there are certain hormones secreted inside human body which make human to do everything for survival, even killing other people without any remorse. When the rules in the society along with innate kindness of people override these selfish instincts, society become safe and secure. Reducing the insecurity of people for survival and increasing the dependency among people could help in such scenario. 

Fan And Me

As a doctor, my younger brother has more to show his importance to my family members and neighbors. But being an engineer, I don't get much chance to showcase my abilities with practical utilities to people, other than engineers or scientists. Then, there is this opportunity I somehow convinced my mother of the importance of being an electrical engineer. It happened as the speed of ceiling fan of my room was not as fast as it should normally be. When the electrician came, he just replaced condenser of fan. Surprisingly, even though the fan was speeding fast, it was not throwing air downwards. Actually, all the air was being thrown upwards as the speed of fan had got reversed. Electrician had no idea how it happened.  And that was the time, I remembered the question asked during comprehensive viva about single phase induction motor during my engineering days in IIT, BHU and it took no time to realize that, in fact, the winding of condenser had been interchanged and therefore, the torque had got reversed. I just convinced the electrician to change the condenser location  and with all the surprise of my mother and electrician, the fan started running in the usual direction. And that was the time, my mother proudly introduced me as scientist to the electrician and It made my day. :)

Time Derivative Of Life

Gazing outside the window from the first floor of scientist hostel, I could feel the wet and cold sensation of wind blowing against my face. The feeling itself has a magical pull which brings myself in present, time and again whenever my mind drifts away in remembering the past and dreaming about future. With each passing time, I am loosing this place and within a month, I would see the place placed just in my memories. These three and half years of my life have witnessed many aspects of life which I am very sure have helped me to get an abstract meaning in rather meaningless world. Success and failure are too vague to define these periods of life as these event of "success" and "failure" consist of many dimensions, in some, they are antithesis of what they are perceived in another.

Little do we know about the end of journey when we start it. With each steps forward we discover a new path promising us to give another view of life. We are presented with the choices we cannot avoid. Choices might bring misery but without choices our journey would be just horizontal. We invite choices rather choices invite us. And it needs persistence and hard work to be awarded by choices. Choices are like twigs of trees where each twig will help us to move upward on the tree. Even though I am sceptical, if there  really exists any scenery other than what I see now. However, I find it as worth trying for at least, it would make my life derivative a non-zero.

Very often, the memories of past defines the path we are about the follow. They impress our mind with EXperiences and sometimes they change our perceptions too. That’s why we don't live a moment, we live a life where past and future are equally present.

I don't know where my thoughts got headed from the time I realized the cold sensation of wind against my face. Perhaps, it became bit philosophical. Though, I would be glad if  it would paint the picture which I was looking at while writing this post.

Quotes:

Often when we are at the verge of success and failure we can see the big lie of glory and much hyped fear of failure- Amit

Time derivative of life, when tends to zero.. Boredom is imminent- Amit

Anonymity

Anonymity is a great blessing. It gives you freedom and let you truly be what you are. Even though there are people, who enjoy such freedom in the most conspicuous way, most of the people are not so fortunate to have upbringing which can strengthen them to have ability to face society and culture while being original. For them anonymity is a bliss no matter how cowardly it seems.There can be many argument against anonymity as it somewhat passive and subjective way of living your life without pushing or rebelling against the system which imposes many layers of artificiality over our true being. But the truth is that the labyrinthine structure of social tradition weighs us down and ruins  our confidence to be ourselves. It is not surprising to see that many people don’t even realize how their behaviour is accustomed to the norms of society. From the very beginning of our life, we are disciplined to certain norms. We are told to behold the certain distinction of right and wrong. Little do we know that these criteria are neither absolute nor permanent.  Time comes when we are left to ponder over the contradiction of what we believed and what it really is.

It is said that when we can’t fight, we should hide. I don’t find any feeling of shame in accepting the veracity of this statement. Fighting against system as a person would never have as impact as fighting it with an Idea. Anonymity protects one as an individual and provides a platform where one’s idea can grow, spread and influence the society. This little anomaly in form of idea has the potential to bring out truth by foundering the orthodox norms of society.

Those Umpteen Years

Deep inside my skins

The bluish veins were carrying

My life...cold and entrenched

Equivocally dead

Laughter subdued into restrained

Hollow smile

An innocent heart was seeking to be guile

Belief, hope, trust and love

Seemed just a fantasy...perhaps a pun

This tiresome, tedious and treacherous run

 Was it worthwhile for just a minuscule fun?

Then one day, it knocked my door

It entered; I was lying on the floor

I was pulled apart into two

Detracted into Me and him

I saw those numb dead eyes

I felt the void, the emptiness

Perhaps...in those umpteen years

When it was carrying me

I never loved him...

And in turn, not loved by him.

WRITING

Life seems to be shrunk between past and future and when such thing happens, obviously the view of present remains blurred and congested. With tumbling-walk on the road of life and in the hue and cry of expectations and concerns, life seems like a burdened rock tied to neck. It has been long when I heard the voice of myself but now, is it not too late? ...too late to rejuvenate these dead tissues.

With the last line of above paragraph, I felt my thoughts jumbled, my finger seized and emotions dried. I don’t know why and how, but it is none of my business. I just want to feel myself which never releases out due to inexplicable weight of life and I want to see something which I cannot see when I see myself in mirror daily morning.

For me, writing is like seeing and it is also one that vaporizes the grime from my soul. I believe till I can put my fingers on the keyboard or can hold a pen, I would be never blind nor would my soul be too heavy to carry my life.

Mesmerizing Memories

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In six months of relatively small period of my life I have been at three beautiful places that have carved mesmerizing memories in my heart and soul forever. Well, these seemingly hyperbolic statements are about Pune, Amritsar and Bangalore. Pune, the place where I did my training in exquisite and enthralling surroundings of mesmerizing mountains and sparkling greenery… There was an amazing amalgamation of serenity and liveliness in the aromatic air of this place which I feel is somehow originated or just embroidered by the cool and composed water of Khadakwasla lake. And yeah, on the weekend, the city-malls and the roads which inexplicably widened the eyes of a guy like me and made me feel the rush of excitement inside me…

Amritsar, where I was during my field-attachment with Army is historically, religiously and aesthetically a place of great importance. A narrow geographical line which has created a huge valley engrossed with hate and disbelief defines the one side of this city…My sense of freedom got deepened and sudden surge of anger flew through my veins when I witnessed the reminiscences of one of the most dreadful incident happened in the entire history in Jaaliwala Bagh. The resplendent beauty of Golden temple, bathed in the golden rays of setting sun was such a superb scenic view that led me to appreciate the kaleidoscopic beauty of existence…And finally how can my taste-buds forget those delicious and mouthwatering Goleguppes and Aalloo ke parathe??

Bangalore…the name itself sounded so many images in my mind which had been created in the very beginning of my engineering in IT-BHU…I used to visualized this city with dazzling and glittering multi-storey buildings, wide reflecting roads and girls walking in their gorgeous dresses very similar to Hollywood movies…As soon as I entered into my residential complex in Bangalore, I was delighted to see the reddish ground as if red flowers of the lush-green trees were reflecting themselves on the ground…There was vibrant and shimmering greenery inside my township with the fragrance of tranquility and serenity…and it took no time to find why Bangalore is also known as “City of Gardens”. I am just two weeks old in Bangalore...So visually unfamiliar about its flashy and cheeky side of the city…Will say about it in detail in my coming posts…

So this Monday as I got in the Spice-Jet…An unexpected and unprecedented thing occurred…Which led me to formulate something… which I wish to share with you…

If you are single…

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The best thing happens in a journey when a beautiful girl sits beside you…and the worst thing happens when she sits with her boy-friend beside you…: D

Cheers!!

Something I belong, Really and Eternally

Somewhere so far I was

Didn’t know what was pinching my heart

Didn’t know what was twitching my eyes

In the emptiness and incompleteness of my own being

Was seeking a companion, a confidant, a matching being

I put my hands on my heart and the Nerves

And I listened between those two Gaps

Something irrational, inexplicable and mysterious

Some vague vibrations were dwelling inside my heart of hearts

Invisible wires, disintegrated due the loads of longevity

Devastating celestial-communication of me and divinity

And you put your loving hands on my head

A miraculous and mysterious resonance occurred

My heart found its own rhyme and rhythm

My eyes were no longer dim and numb

My soul was dancing in the music of existence

I was free, now there was no boundaries, no fence

I did not believe in God; I did not believe in Miracle

I did not believe in mysteries; I did not believe the power of soul

But that day...I experienced God...I experienced Miracle

I witnessed mystery... and in your soul I found mine

You are the origin of my Life; the quintessence of love

And there is an invisible and indestructible link

That even your memories let me sleep in your lap

In this Vast and huge territorial Map

If something I belong, really and eternally

This is one and only, your warm and loving lap

Synchronicity

Distorted emotions; camouflaged expressions

Never been allowed to fly without restrictions

Suppressed, subjugated, concealed and repressed

Wouldn’t they imprison us in a dead-bed?

We take birth and die but in between the two

There is life... momentary, moving and mortal

And there is heart... tender, emotive and irrational

Synchronicity of these two might be “love”

The weakest and the most vulnerable link

Can let us be in heaven or hell in a blink

In the weightless, blossoming and sparkling environment

Emotions are spontaneous and unrestricted

Also, Immaculate and innocent like a child

Expression is reflection of emotions...

And Love is the most subtle and pure form of Expression...

 

Dense Senses

I let my nerves restrain more and more

I let myself wait more and more

I let my pores sweat more and more

Might be it would let me find my inner core

Might be it would let me differentiate rot and pure

Might be it would lead me to freedom-door

And today in the rapid race of life

In the false praise and frustrating strife

I too have got addicted for this dazzling yet shallow life

Moving in the same way, millions are running

Dreaming and desiring the same thing, millions are doing

And dying for love when so much love is raining

Have I not lost myself in the crowd of people?

Have I not become cripple due to race of being special?

Sometimes I feel to break all these invisible dazzling chains

And let my soul feel the unadulterated air outside these hollow dens

But my senses have become so dense

Its gravity is not letting me come out of the social-fence.

But one day I would, no more this life can lure

Life is so short; one must go for its cure.

Goodness

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Many Days have been

I haven’t written anything

Today I put my hands on the Keyboard

Perhaps to tune my feeling through mind-chord

My feelings are new and has buried the old

Now I am not good but I am bold

My Goodness was nothing

But a dull flower in the soil of my cowardness

I got afraid of them who are themselves

Shrinking in the darkness of fear

I got unhappy due to them who are themselves

Too unhappy to see other’s happiness

They don’t let you to see the reality

Disguised themselves in the shallow make up of gaiety

Love! It is only that can make us bold

It is only that can change our mental-mould

And boldness is what let you to be free

And freedom is the sweetest fruit of your Life-tree

Happy Republic Day

I have a typical habit of thinking which sometimes drifts to anxiety. Well, I love thinking- Positive thinking, Negative thinking, rational thinking, Irrational thinking. All the adjectives you know, just use and follow the word “thinking”...You will get the classification of thinking. Now when I am in DRDO the question “What is the role of any Defence Organization” has been stimulating me for quite some time. Well, fundamentally any organization works for two purposes. To provide the things, people desire and secondly to build an environment in which people can pursue their desire. Basically the role of defence organization is to put forth a desirable and pleasant environment. A person is hungry. To provide food is work of first type of organization. But to provide a surrounding in which he can eat it comfortably is the role of second type of organizations. Which is superior or which should be prioritized first is irrelevant and absurd as the dependency of two in current scenario is quite significant and impacting. In a deeper sense, even we are fulfilling our desire somewhere there must be a conflict and that conflict would let us to feel the necessity of an organization which can protect or provide the pleasant environment. Conflict arises, not when one attacks but when one protects.

Environment is complex thing as it is defined by the people living in it as well as this same environment defines the people who are living in it. Cause and effect are so interrelated. And when I have to talk about a typical environment in our country where so many issues (I don’t need to mention) are contaminating it, it has become imperative for all to contribute something in order to make it purer. The present is outcome of all the activities that are happening, have happened and is supposed to happen in future. And present has only potential to bring a happy and prosperous future by learning from past. We are indebted to past for our present. So somehow it is our duty to pay back it by our participation for a bright and pleasant future...

In the end I just want to repeat the lines of Kahlil Gibran, the significance of man is not in what he attains, but rather in what he longs to attain.

Happy Republic Day :)

"Right"

My mind which I find dominantly “right” is not satisfied and hence, is constantly pushing a question whether a person of “right” brain could be a “ right” scientist. Personally, I don’t want to be one of those people who incessantly striving for making their future " better" without enjoying the "good" (present).I don’t want to make my life mathematics...I want to make it poetry. There is something in my life that is constantly challenging me to do; to accomplish; to achieve. In the high decibel of theses noises, genuinely what I want seems blur and vague. But sometimes, I feel that you should let yourself flow. And currently, I am in such situation. It has been many days since I have opened my laptop; have seen a good movie; have written something; have introspected and expressed my thoughts.I am missing all those things. The absence of those things has created a void in my life. Recently I have developed interest in photography. And in next coming months, I want to deepen it. So I am going to start a new blog exclusively for photography. I hope this new hobby would made me more sensitive to appreciate the existence in these busy periods of my life.

Cheers!!

Wish You A Very Happy New Year....:)

Kites

I love to fly kites...Kites are one of the few things that depict life so aptly...In a blank space, a vulnerable piece of paper is flying...as high as it starts looking like a star dwelling in the light of sun...There are so many kites flying ...people have got the threads that are controlling them...making them to go more upwards...As they draw the string; it swings up-ward and then like a unwilling child, it starts coming into its own position...But wind starts caressing it like a mother and pushes it to go upwards...And suddenly it starts lifting..But the man is not satisfied by the current height of its ‘kites’...he draws the thread again and again until it starts flying at the highest position...And see, how serious kite looks at the highest position...It is stable...no ups and downs...But has it not lost its charm ???

OLQs

My whole day is so busy now a day that I hardly find any time to open my Lap-top. Life seems like set of repetitive incidents disciplined by certain constraints. Formal wear + tie, black shoes, daily savings, fixed timings of lunch, break-fast and dinner; this is what I am doing and trying best to adapt myself in this changed environment... You wish it for or not...but here the atmosphere is such as you are forced to follow the quote “Early to sleep and early to rise”. One thing I would accept that my life seems more systematic and predetermined but it also feels as mechanical.  Well, I am a trainee who is learning OLQs (officer like qualities) who would be an Officer after 20 weeks.  However Creative works are catalyzed in a free environment where your instincts and impulses could flow in an entropic way...But whatever it is ...it is all our choices that we make in our life... Life is a bounded and vaguely partitioned periphery where we need to have discrete steps with compromised attitude. 

Uniqueness And Illness

There is one more month after which I am going to enter in professional world. I don’t know how it would be but some of my friends who have joined their respective companies are saying only one thing that “the best days (College days) are over”. Well, it is little bit scary for me when I imagine a routine life, going to office at 8:00 a.m. and returning at 6:00 p.m. without any bunk. And certainly these days would never match with wonderful experiences of college days. The good thing in professional word is salary, a feeling of economical independency...But well, it also somehow comes into a form of responsibility and accountability. My friends say that in college days they have time but short of money and now they have money but short of time. And for all things which we say in general joy, pleasure and happiness... one needs time and money in definite proportions. Along with money and time, one of the most things we require is congenial friends. Without them, our joy and happiness would have no soul...And somehow I feel that is the one thing we could find in our college very easily... However in professional world, friends who match with your taste are more likely to be got in a job which genuinely interests us. And I feel to get such things it is better to put money at stake... The person who is able to derive joy in his professional work is the man of utmost bliss... There are two things he is getting there...First, he is doing an interesting work and second, he is amongst the people who match his taste... 

In India, what I feel, we are not blessed to make our own choices. Most of us are told by the society and it decides our profession and in turn, our future. The choice of profession is prioritized by the salary we would get in that profession. A child doesn’t know what a professor is; what a scientist does; what a manager needs. So only thing which standardizes or ranks is the “money”, we would get in that profession...So a general choice becomes our choice...But in reality, everyone has different interest. Interests cannot be generalized. And hence, when we enter into a world, we feel boredom and dissatisfaction in our job... Blessed are those who find a way to express their interest in form of hobbies which act like elixir for their wrenched soul... 

In most cases, “Different” is termed as “Insanity”. If anyone is different, the contemporary people would feel him either a lunatic or dumb. Even his family, his parents would constantly try to shape him according to commonness of society...Now two things can happen...If the person continued his work, neglecting the public opinion, eventually he would become a “Licensed lunatic” (from a lunatic). In the 2^nd case, he would become a timid person that would be reflected from his introverted and ill-humoured nature. It’s not new...It has been continuing for centuries...I think you can figure out why “Galileo” and “Kepler”  were called the most dangerous people... The words ‘different’ and ‘common’ are also relative words. One who is different in one sect might be common for other sect. In reality, differences mirror people to see what they lack; what they have not, they get afraid of...So they try to omit it, if they can’t, eventually satisfy themselves by making it a synonym of insanity...

I feel whatever profession we would get; how much power we would be bestowed upon; how much money we would have...if we have not found where our interest lies...if we have not found congenial friends...At the final reckoning, we would realize that we have only passed, not enjoyed your life...But going for our interest is not easy job in current scenario..We would have to endure the humiliation of being called “insane”, “non-pragmatic” and "looser". One needs courage...but unfortunately most of us could not... For some people, facing society is more traumatic than facing death...We distort our natural shape according to public opinion... There is only one cure of all this...People need to increase the toleration ability towards public opinion...and when there would be sufficient number of people who accept differences as uniqueness, not as illness, then I feel there would be revolutionary change in the outlook of society...

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Stirring Of Soul

Even Gold becomes pure when it is fired and hammered. Our apocryphal stories are woven with the concept of “Manthan”. It is to be understood as they are indicative of a greater truth that one has to endure pain and suffering to realize his true and pure nature. There is “Manthan” in real life too. And that is “Stirring of Soul”, an emotional churning. It reveals the truth that was hidden in the darkness of ignorance and provides the strength that you would have never felt. “Stirring of soul” defines and decides yours mettle.

In our life time, almost everyone has to go through pain and sufferings(I am talking particularly emotional one) . Some of them can not able to cope with it and despite facing they bend themselves on their knees, hiding their faces with their palms. And some accept it, face it without calculating if they would defeat or would be defeated. In a long run, former types prove to be so vulnerable that a slight storm of distress destroys their whole being. And later types are shaped and enforced by such strength that even a tornado of disaster couldn’t tremble their being.

According to Darwin, Struggle of life generates changes in the species so that they could survive. This change is so effective and impacting that steers the changes in Generation through Genetic modification. In life, in which we often witness emotional conflicts and struggle for survival...we have a plenty opportunities to develop the strength of resistance. Just we need to face it. Accept it and we would get the changes to endure any further sufferings.

Personally, I have also passed through “Stirring of Soul” in the 22 years of my life. Though they were endurable however I feel when I retrospect that it was the turning point of my life that made me to reach where I am standing. Just I was reading Autobiography of Mahatma Gandhi...It was amazing to find how little weakness and disabilities shaped him to be “Mahatma” from a mediocre school boy. A man, who could not speak a written letter in public, led the greatest historical revolution of world. Gandhi Ji is not only one...the great philosopher, the great musician and the great scientist all prove how important “stirring of soul” is.

Every gloomy situation in life has a bright side too. We need to find it... like in the book “Alchemist”...We need to receive the signal that existence sends...I feel these pain and suffering are the signal and if they are received aptly and perfectly in complete awareness...It would lead us for greater good...

Life is not a utopia nor can everyone be detached. And so we are destined to endure pain and sufferings. When Buddha says “World is full of miseries. And desire is its reason.” It is true; but can we ever become without desires? I think Most of us cannot be. I feel Tolstoy quote more rational when he says “Pure and complete sorrow is as impossible as pure and complete joy.” So Miseries are bound to happen and only way to save from these miseries is to accept sufferings with open arms so that it can lead you to resistivity otherwise distortions are another possibility.

Well, I don’t know to what extent I am correct however even a faith or thought that these sufferings would make me more resistive and perfect, provides me a courage to endure suffering with patience. And for an agnostic like me this "faith" is congruent to the “God” of theist.

Regarding Post I would say... it is just my mood, not an intellectual expression. 

My 100th Post

                And Finally I have made a century. This is my 100^th post.Thanks a ton to all my fellow bloggers for their kind support and overwhelming encouragement. 
       

TECHNICOLORS

I don’t know, why?

I don’t know, how?

But I feel life as a wheel

Moving round and round

Science is in search

To find its "moment of Inertia"

Philosophy is in the investigation

To know the cause of its rotation

We inherit attributes, qualities

They are the lubricants

That make our life so smooth, so efficient

Somehow I feel,

Love is the centripetal force,

That makes you to be on the wheel.

Gratitude is mass

Desire is radius

Speed, you need to find

To be stable on the wheel

So my friend! Tight your belts

To find your unique position

On your unique ever-moving wheel

*If life is a wheel, then Love is the centripetal force that makes you to be on the wheel.


Thanks a lot to Rachana for giving this wonderful title to my poem. :)

Romanticism; My Thoughts

Some days ago, I had a conversation with my friend when I was asked,” What do you feel; are you Romantic?” To be honest, I did not exactly know if I was romantic or not but for the sake of continuation, I said, “I hope so.”  After the conversation was over, I introspected to find out the exact answer. So this post is the rambling of my mind over the subject ‘Romanticism’.

If the meaning of “Are you romantic”... is... “Are you emotional”... or... “Can you fall in love”, and then Word “Romantic “seems too redundant, doesn’t it?  If not, then it would be something that can be put into definite region of Intuition, sensitivity, love and poetry.  Romanticism has been a prime motivation for poets, authors and painters to squeeze out wonderful artistic expression. Historically, the word ‘Romanticism’ originated in the late 18^th century which emphasises more on intuition, imagination and  individual’s expression of emotion, a departure from the attitude of rationality and logic. So, Romanticism is acceptance of fact that you accept that something is beyond logic and reason that can be realized only by intuition and imagination. And I feel that it is true also. One cannot find the logical explanation why moon looks so beautiful and so enthralling or why red roses are quintessence of love. They are unexplainable still realizable.

 This is a very general view of Romanticism. In particular, if we talk about the Romanticism Like the character of SRK in his movies where romanticism is confined to a boy and girl in their teenage or before marriage, then I would not say that it is not Romanticism. It is... but in most of the cases, it is narrow passage of your natural instincts, coming into raw expression of the mixture of love and infatuation.

There is something mysterious, something unknown and vague which mesmerizes us, captivates us and we are stimulated to sense the ecstasy and joy while watching our favourite romantic movies or observing the beauty of moon in its full form with complete awareness. The ecstasy and joy of painter and lover are same; they both derive their joy through imagination, so way is same too. So in a way, this romanticism of lover is no way inferior to a beautiful painting, a captivating poetry or a wonderful sculpture. But painter and poets have a definite visual expression of their ecstasy and joy; they are feeling, in form of their paintings and poetry. And in this regard, they make an extra point as two lovers cannot embody a definite visual expression; it is almost spiritual or soulful. However, one can consider romantic ‘movies’, a visual expression of romanticism of lover to some extent.

 If the question whether romanticism is state or is always involved with someone is considered, I would say that of course...It is our nature...but it is always directed to someone. This ‘Someone’ may be known or unknown. When it is directed to one’s lover, it is known. But when a poet writes poetry in the kaleidoscopic mountains, watching spectacular lake under the embellished sky... it is unknown.

So I feel that It would be better to ask someone if you are more intuitive or more logical than to ask “You are romantic or not.” If you are intuitive then you might be more romantic according to the definition.  Scientifically right brain is responsible for intuition while left part is for logic and rationality. In between, if you want to know which part of your brain is more active...Check it at TestQ.com. If your right brain is more active, you might be more romantic person.

It is imperative to notice how the most artistic people were romantic one while the most scientific and philosophical personalities were not so romantic. Analysis and thinking are stumbling stone to Romanticism. If one sees a flower, and starts analysing its chemical combination, eventually he could not feel the beauty. People with Virgo sun sign are assumed less romantic. Might be this is because they have powerful analytical ability.

After all these thoughts, now I can confidently put me into the category of mild romantic person. And if you feel ...life is more than numbers and logic; if you can place intuition and emotion before reason; if you feel that there are certain crucial areas which must be felt, are beyond any explanation...then  you are romantic too.

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