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SCRIBBLINGS OF THE WANDERING MIND

The mind plays the biggest games with us, as it wanders so fast. Often the wanderings of our mind keep us awake on perfectly peaceful nights, and also they bring a smile to our faces in a crowded room, when we are feeling o so lonely. Some brand us as being over imaginative, some feel we turn our normal lives into a news reel.

I wonder what is it that goes on in those minds who brand us so easily. Well, these are people who are surely the rock stars in life. People who can waltz from one stage to another, smoothly giving royal performances, winning accolades, while the audience(read us) are left awestruck at the smoothness of these operators.


I have finished cooking dinner tonight, and there is nothing good in television now, but somehow my mind is wandering too fast to write. So here I am scribbling away, trying to fathom where my fleeting mind will take me next.

We all face blows in our lives, but yes, we all move on. Just like we drool over the sweetness, to just learn to gulp down the bitter, with no spoonful of sugar though. The mind wanders and wanders. Fears grip us, when repetitive flaws keep spiraling in our lives. Do we imagine it all? Are our fears justified? Do we not have the liberty to even feel for ourselves? Get scared, as we have been bruised. Someone who has escaped from a burning house, feels scared when they see the redness in the sky at dusk. Why do the same trends repeat themselves? Why cant life just change for good for a change, without having to see the same trends unfolding in front our eyes, with just changing faces. Sometimes a wannabe make up artist, sometimes a HR graduate, or sometimes a software professional, everything starts with the same trends, its only that different labels are given for every changing face. Sometimes its JUST a casual comment, sometimes its JUST remembering one's past with passion and fondness, and sometimes its JUST a joke, the labels just get newer and newer. And yet, we are the ones who are imagining? Are we?

Is it possible for all pains to be imagined? If all pains and fears are imagined, then we are all living the Inception life, but I just cant see the top spinning anymore. If I am truly living the Inception life, then did my life inspire the film's screenplay? After all being branded as imaginative, maybe the Nolans were inspired by the wanderings of an imaginative mind.

But yes, we just have to smile. Everyone is more often than not waiting for that elusive smile. Smiling, and savouring the few good moments life throws at us. And trying to remember those moments when we are misty eyed, when again we get scared. And maybe again waiting to get branded as imagining our fears. Did anyone see the top spinning around? I am yet to find the spinning top around me, and the search is still on for that spinning top.

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