I sometimes get these visions of brilliant clarity. They mostly result in me changing everything possible in my life. The need or maybe greed for ‘the understanding’ has seeped to the core.
I am hungry to know, to understand this ‘thing’ I am a part of because sometimes it just feels like a game without instructions.
And sometimes it’s as simple as breathing.
It’s all just a big mystery or maybe it’s the mist clouding the senses.
“I haven’t decided if the world and everything in it are painfully complex or terribly, plainly simple.”
The sometimes painfully complex world is a beautiful puzzle waiting to be deciphered.
The sometimes terribly, plainly simple world has the allure of the sirens.
I believe I’ll never be able to make the choice.
Because the possibility of it being everything all at once is the most probable one.
The colour wheel has been arranged in harmony, to suit the nature of colours and to please the eyes. Exactly like the shades of life.
We all experience life in primary colours.
There’s childhood- full of wonder and rapt.
Then comes adulthood- time for passion and ambition.
At last, comes old age- where the light starts to dim and the sound starts to fade.
But, is this all?
I would say no.
Because life also has secondary and tertiary colours, the colours you don’t know of or don’t think about.
My favourite is Lavender, the greyish purple or pinkish magenta or pale bluish indigo. For me, it is a feeling- lavender is hope and happiness.
My Lavender can be your teal or turquoise or cardinal. Life is made up of myriad shades, so live it in Myriad Shades. Sticking with the Reds and Greens and Blues doesn’t make a pretty portrait. And start living before you run out of shades.
The feeling of HUMAN SPECIES being a parasite is getting stronger every day. We all want progress, development but paying tenfold the price for it, seems like a vapid idea. We all have a business person in us, but, it is slowly turning into a thief. A thief of natural resources, other people’s virtue and soul.
I believe you all must have heard about ZAINAB, the girl who was raped and murdered in Pakistan or about the Delhi rape and murder case or the Mathura rape case or Jessica Lunsford case or Sandra Cantu case, even if I write for days at a stretch I won’t even come close to finishing the list. And the irony is that all the malefactors blamed their deed on the victim.
We, humans, always find a way to pin the blame on somebody else so, we stay clean. No matter if it is a crime against humanity or the course of daily life, taking responsibility is not our strong suit. We cannot just take and take and take, and make the other person completely hollow and not expect them to buzz. The buzzing will soon make us all deaf and we will still be crying, asking, what is it that we did wrong!
I greeted the New Year with all the positivity I could find in me and planned the heck out of it. It’s only been a week and I have already read a book and have watched five movies. The New Year always brings a great promise, a promise that the dreams will come true and things will be exactly the way I wish them to be. I know it isn’t true or even healthy to believe, nevertheless, this is my reflex. I am one of those people who hardly stay awake after ten O’clock, but, there is something glamorous about the New Year’s Eve.
So, this year, for the very first time, I experienced the cliched moment of striking the clock twelve and feeling Utopia can very well be earth, with my friends. We weren’t in a club, soaked in liquor but in bed, discussing the spiritual realm.
The possibility of souls being trapped in purgatory or possibly they don’t or can’t leave because there is no afterlife, everything is here and now, no there and later. The possession of the human body and the extent of its destruction. There are so many strands being tied around our neck, I don’t understand why we choose to add to it. Anyway, there were a lot more to our skull session than just, spiritual realm.
And soon the yackety-yak turned into yawning and, the New Year was here.
I think Mortal in White is a pretty simple name and really easy to understand. I decided to name my blog that because well, I do not have any secret identity and I do not belong to any different species, I am just a basic homo sapien, not that basic but you get the idea. I like to call myself a mortal because it’s definition is “subject to death”. The idea of death or leaving everything is just too big to imagine but it is something we just cannot escape so, why not just embrace it. I know that the life I am given can end anytime, by a car which just crossed the red light for fun or, by someone who just didn’t like me or, by someone who liked me way too much, endless reasons. So I like to live my life not denying the truth and not being consumed by it either. And White is my favourite colour which is why I am mostly spotted in white hence, Mortal in White.
I am a 21-year-old student of literature, graphic designing and language. I really want to learn as much as I can and that is why I like to treat every day like a blank canvas which I can paint any colour I want. I like to believe I have a lot of years and days to live but god forbid, if I do not, I would like to make the best of today.
Steve Jobs once said, “if today was the last day of your life would you still want to do what you are about to do today?”. So, would you?
On a completely different note: plan as much as you can, have fun as much as you can, laugh as much as you can, just be yourself and embrace yourself.