Legendiminished- At times Words speak louder than actions (or our perspicacity gives more impetus to the same)

The fervor in his visage while chewing gum captivated the minds of millions of Red Fanatics for more than two and half decades. People perceived  and related to Sir Alex Ferguson’s enthusiasm and passion without him doing or saying anything at all. The teams performance and his sanguine persona were enough.

Recently his autobiography bought forward a lot of controversy,gnawing away at the legacy of this eternal legend.  Each and every word was scrutinized and taken too seriously by everyone involved. The few polemical points could easily have been taken in the right spirit or ignored. Nonetheless, this controversy throws light on the volatile nature of words. Sir Alex is facing more criticism and backlash than when he was making decisions associated with one of the biggest Football clubs in the world.

The power of silence

Every expression of his was extolled when he kept his intentions to himself, and no sooner that he manifested his thoughts, he created more controversy than Miley Cyrus at the VMA’s. This can very well serve as a lesson in psychology. Words carry with them infinite energy, the can both create and destroy. When profession demanded him to chose his words carefully, he made himself into a demi god, but he faces opprobrium at his attempts of being a common expressive man.

“Hearts are broken with words unspoken,

This time words acted as needles, pinching people, the stitches on the fabric of sir alex’s legacy were unwoven.

Our universe appears to encourage reticence with the superfluous aspersions that the words, long due, produced,

Words seldom do justice, and that’s what this situation conduced.”

Dinsominiac Delight

Deep into the night, when darkness and cold unite,

Some resentful souls chill their bones in fright,

While others in rhythm, sleep, following the normal pattern of their life,

Wonder then, what would be the insomniacs plight,

Being one myself I consider this period the Dinsomniac Delight.

The brain flushes more blood than any other time of the day.

Attracting enumerable ineffable thought its way.

Borrowed words do justice to a mere fraction of these, others are too spell binding to express,

Bearing beguile thoughts lacking expression make me feel a simultaneous sense of effusive haplessness.

Grateful to have been granted the perception to notice, cursed to lack the full bouquet of expression to emote.

But I cant outrun my instincts, so an attempt to augment “the dinctionary”  to promote thoughts that my eclectic alter ego provokes.

An unrestrained mind is the apposite disco for Lucifer to pop lock and drop thoughts,

The temperate one ,moving at the speed of life, never loses the plot.

The curse of creativity demands artists to look beyond the obvious,

Into the infinite randomness where they cross paths with both magnificence and things obnoxious.

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The journey will teach you how to bare with the ugly so that you can celebrate the grandeur of the elegant.

Stop shivering at the chaos, learn to live with the elements.

The universal concordance of learning at will

Sometimes the ginger-garlic chicken soup turns out gingerless and skinful, but more delectable than any other soup ever concocted. The ability to account for variable change is acquired  with time by having a learning mentality. The infinite universe has a lot more to offer than the recipe book, among others. Being constant in learning with every passing moment is doing your due diligence to the universe. It not only helps you move at the speed of life, but helps in fine tune your skills, making onerous tasks effortless. It enriches you with the ability to make the best out of limited resources in the fastest amount of time.

The universe empowers us with senses so that we can empower ourselves further using these and in due course of time assist others in doing the same. Just like the cosmos has been selfless in bestowing us with gifts in the form of talents, we have to take this process forward by complimenting nature’s altruistic tendencies.

“Just like beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, learning lies in the mind of the learner.”

My dog was taking classes today, teaching me the powers of persuasion through her eyes. I lost some money on the chew sticks which she hypnotized me into buying for her, but found out how to look into my Boss’s eyes during my appraisal.

This is but a mere spec of the infinitive knowledge sharing powers of nature, only to be comprehended by the ones enriched by the proper senses. We all have gifts,special gifts and then we have the power of choosing how to use them. We can fine tune them for efficiency or let them lie dormant, till someone helps us spur them into action.

It is again obvious, the ones growing up in bucolic environment tend to channelize their senses sooner than their urban counterparts. This is solely because they get more chances to interact with nature.

Being born and raised in a similar setting has given me the opportunity to first understand and then share my understanding of the rhythm of life.

As the story unfolds, you come across chapters untold,

Being under-prepared, your demeanor is bewildered and scared.

Google cant teach you how to live , Virtual support is all that your virtual friends can afford to give,

The ubiquitous clues from nature wont be auto embedded in your soul,

The subconscious has to be fed by what you chose to notice and what your consciousness beholds

You overlooked the obvious and now the unforeseen future makes you tremble in fear,

Luckily I have felt the same way and shed the same tears

But I did look outside the window while life changed its gears,

Knowledge is a waste if we don’t share and you don’t have to worry cause I finally got myself writing and I will be just here.

The positive predilection- Fitness of body, mind and soul

Truculent souls keep fighting peace, the corpulent ones cant give up cheese

The smoker engages with counting buds, the crooks gone too crooked trying to be thugs,

Digital addictions don’t let you lose sight of the screen, others losing themselves chasing the gloss and the gleam.

The opulent are victims to the urges of prodigal shopping, while indigent derive ephemeral pleasures from bottle popping.

The overly consecrated couldn’t care less about their neighbors dying, while TV maniacs turn belligerent seeing their favorite daughter-in-law crying.

Deleterious addictions are too sweet to swallow, breaking all the rules is too easy a task to follow.

I don’t intend to daze and amaze in my pursuit of creating a better life, I merely intend to pay the dues for just being alive.

Post workout sores are the sweetest treat, like any good addiction they don’t let you sleep.

The time that you actually waste, can be used in making others life better, sweetening their taste.

It doesn’t matter if you’re weaker than a newly hatched cherub when you begin, ure positive predilection is finally gonna make you win, soon you’d be putting impossible to the test every time you enter the gym.

An earnest step in good faith(towards your nearest fitness centre) will fill you with energy that simultaneously feeds the essential triad of mind, body and soul….

and as this addiction grows hear my voice ringing in your head saying “I told you so…”

Spontaneous neural emmisions

The usual end of day upswing with the creative juices overflowing onto my keyboard….A combination of good reading, a crazy workout regimen and some musical garnishing from across the world sets the tone for the most beautiful slumber that seldom happens, so I type instead.

The 9 dedicated hours bartered for better bread and the above average attention span that compulsively notices more than the obvious, are the other, less eventful, daily bits in the life of this inchoate polymath. Far away from the ostentatious big city lights, the heavenly Himalayas offer a conducive platform to galvanize me to what I am really capable of being.

With knowledge feeding the mind, exercise and proper nutrition feeding the body and a mix of family, the surrounding sanctity and music feeding the soul, the decision to come back home has done justice to life’s essential triad. Initially, I resented how the lack of opportunities in this town was impeding my gregarious nature, but it took time to recognize the underlying benefits. The serenity of this place gradually disseminates into peoples identities, providing their garrulous and erratic personalities with a much needed solidarity. I was lucky to have gotten through my initial resentment to reap the fruits of my patience.

It’s close to midnight

Something evil’s lurkin’in the dark
Under the moonlight
You see a sight that almost stops your heart
You try to scream
But terror takes the sound before you make it
You start to freeze
As horror looks you right between the eyes
You’re paralyzed

‘Cause this is thriller
Thriller at night
And no one’s gonna save you
From the beast about to strike
You know it’s thriller
Thriller at night
You’re fighting for your life
Inside a killer
Thriller tonight, yeah

These lines might be the sub conscious reason behind my insomnia. Anyhow they are salutary nonetheless, as typing is better than snoring any given day. The dedicated 9 hours beckon, compels me to sing a lullaby to the anti slumber devils and sleep after they do. More on universal edification, why Indian politicians are digging deep mining for gold cause a sage dint dream about Gold in a crocodile pit and why Kanye had to hire a stadium to propose Kim, when I make this a perfunctory practice.

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