Doldrums

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Sunsets are proof that endings can often be beautiful too. - Beau Taplin

There are patches when you are not vocal, you wilfully refuse to speak out. Often it is the period you are not sure/aware of your own feelings. The pangs are recurring and you are bewildered. If you don't understand yourself, what to expect from several others. Silence appears really golden in these times, at least ab initio. The longer the lull, distant you tend to travel from humanity. As someone would pronounce "solitude would engulf you" and the path back is not some meditated one, it just happens as in a spurt. Some sort of a reflex.

During such doldrums, while you traverse equators of mind amidst lack of guiding winds and gusts, you have that silent time to revisit the basics. The need to talk, to yourself, openly and free of several biases that social living shall bring about. You have this opportunity to recollect and re-examine your own moorings, the anchors that you devised to stick to in this otherwise sandbox world. The infinite directions often blind you to some constructs that you planned for yourself in the start. You realize you are missing the goals.

Besides, these depressions in psychic oceans are welcome rewinds to numerous mates and situations which have shaped you over the time. Some you might never meet again, some you are desperate to revisit, but at the same time you are 'losing' several for reasons perfectly naive but trade-markedly 'you'. But as it has been observed on a regular basis, this calm and silence is very vulnerable and therefore requires tremendous safeguard from noises and aberrations omnipresent. Potential of this calm can be achieved if it is ensured a plateau and finally resolution.

Currently listening - Knights Of Cydonia (Muse)

32nd Milestone

Tropicana by Jeremy Bishop

There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart. - Jane Austen

 Amidst the lofty high-rises and mundane offices is the offing. A simple retreat, missed a number of times for no reasons of particular merits. It is the unfinished business and it lingers on. The itch that persists past its usual date. And they say you rid the itch by satisfying it.

The ideas of ridding the itch bring you that little gleam. But the key to it stands lost in sands of times. Another layer is burying it down every passing second and thus is becoming remote - the idea of finishing the long standing business.

Often the venue is half the detail, the true worth being much more intangible. Just picture that winter sunshine, mild breeze, that mug of coffee or the wet sand on the beach, a nightly ghost story and certainly that silky bed sheet on a cold morning... You crave not the 32nd milestone, but the golden-black locks that blow in your face, certain sea of calm to paraphrase...

The Detroit Red

Malcolm X in March 1964

"There is no better than adversity. Every defeat, every heartbreak, every loss, contains its own seed, its own lesson on how to improve your performance next time." — Malcolm X

While anger is something we are taught to contain, it certainly is one of the purest emotions. An angry person is a spontaneous person, the best he can be. What an angry person says is not fabricated, it is simply the truth from his perspective. But, historically very few have been able to articulate their anger creatively. Most have simply gone destructive. 

    To this end Malcolm X, the personification of anger, is a figure to look up to. One prime figure of American Black Rights Movement, he embodied a personality that was magnetic as well as one that could inspire fear. He was rightfully angry for the basics he was denied as a citizen of a nation, but more so as a human. His championship for rights of people, he considered brothers has been fierce and unabashed and essentially not concealed by garb of nonviolence.