LUCID INTUITIONS

Thinking is my way of dispelling boredom, as it provides an avenue for expressing the most intimate feelings; which are not always pleasant. Anyway who has control over their thinking? Heard very few people have control over their thinking, sadly I don't belong to that esteem club. Although one aspect about thinking - whenever one concentrates on them one always find them flying about, but with no logical pattern attached to them, is the most prominent reason why I like to think - thinking transports me to a world where reality and fantasy merge, resulting into the birth of a  new reality that is; maybe, morphed on the actual happenings of the past. As I flip-flop among continuous churning thoughts, I single out and concentrate on a particular situation that happened some years ago.   I was involved in my favorite hobby, mind exercise - to pass the boredom. Actually had it been time which was equated to money then I would have been a millionaire many times over, sadly world i

Coming down the stairs lost in thoughts I barged into people. This absent mindedness was not a character flaw of mine, but actually started in the job interview from which I walked out midway for no apparent reason- felt uneasy and left the room. The interview was for a new job I had applied few weeks back, and its result was staring me in the face. Not getting the job wasn't the main issue; my major concern was to find the reason that triggered my falling down the slipper slop of introspection which culminated into me leaving the interview midway. The why of not completing the interview held more weight-age as acquiring new job was topmost on my agendas; had been unemployed for four months.  'Hey! look out' the statement from a passerby gave me a start and I narrowly avoided colliding with a big burly man coming up the stairs.   Out in the open I felt rain drops trickling down, and as reaction quickened my steps towards the bus stop to keep myself dry from the unse

As I disconnected the phone, a calm descended upon me. Declining the party invitation was significant as it came from one of my closest college friends. Actually going out and meeting new people was never my thing. In fact it was Rina, my ex-girlfriend, who wanted me to become an outgoing person. Initially I did; as some would say out of love! But as I think back those forced outings brought me only pain. The recent offer was not the first invitation that I had declined, but I hoped this refusal would serve as a marker for others. As word would spread that I had declined a party invitation from one of my closest pals. With that, hopefully in time they would stop bothering me altogether. And let me be in peace to mend my broker heart. So that once again I am free to pursue the hassle-free life of being an introvert, which I used to love before the pathetic thing 'love' happened to me.