Pebbles

Yesterday while walking I found a pebble. Nothing new there. I do find lots of pebbles in lots of places. And I often collect many of them. What seemed really strange about this pebble was its shape and its absolute absence of any particular color. Every time that I looked at it, it seemed as if its color has changed. And its shape had become even more indescribable.

I came home and kept it in the silver box where I keep all the other pebbles. And although I don’t do this usually, this morning as I got up and went and opened the box. Strangely, it seemed that the total number of pebbles from the box had come down. Even though the pebble I had brought home yesterday was still there, some of the other pebbles, it seemed, were missing. I couldn’t identify these missing pebbles.

But of course, it weren’t the pebbles that had went missing. It was just that yesterday’s pebble had done something to my psyche. It was somehow creating the illusions that my subconscious expected.

It? definitely not.

The pebbles couldn’t have been creating the illusion. It was my mind that created the illusion by means of this pebble.

But then again, why this pebble? Why not all the other multitude of pebbles that I had been collecting all this while? Was this pebble any different?

No.

Then, why would my mind try to impose difference to this one? And even if it does, it’s no way necessary that I submit. Therefore, I took a deep breath and calmed my mind. I made a resolution of not letting my mind take control over me.

“I’m the master”, I said, three times.

Tonight as I had been returning home, I stumbled onto another pebble. It reminded me of a pebble that, perhaps, I had not found in the box this morning. In any case, since it won’t do me no harm, I brought it home and kept it in the box. I found I couldn’t close the box properly.

Perhaps, there were too many pebbles in it.

A Dictionary Revolution

My friend Stenzwi uses some strange interpretations of some seemingly harmless terms and phenomena. Not that I like him less for this quality of his but it’s hard to believe that somebody would actually scratch his head (with very few hair remaining on it) to come up with something that’ll add up to nothing at all.  I’ll give you some examples to start with. Definition, for instance, is one of his forte. He has often told me that he plans to write a dictionary all by himself in the near future.

“And how do you plan to complete it?”

“Why would a dictionary be complete?”

“Aren’t they, generally?”

“Never. I’ll request you to become a member of the library of Stamphor and browse through some of the dictionaries there. You’ll see all of them are incomplete. Even if you find a term you’ve been looking for you’ll see that the definition given is insufficient.”

“I’m sure you’re planning to suffice them.”

“I’m going to start a revolution that would be carried forward through generations. A revolution to not just keep on adding on the number of words present in a dictionary but enrich the definition of those already present. I’ll call it “The Dictionary Revolution“. 

Well, I had to go through a lengthy process of listening what his plans were and how he planned to execute them, followed by reading through a scrapbook he’s been collecting words.  This is how one of the pages in his scrapbook looked -

Sleep: A daily prayer to pretend there’s enough peace left in this world. Bridge: An architectural wonder constructed to let people choose sides; the central point is renowned for it’s suicidal potency

 

“A dictionary is always infinite.” he told me at last. To which I replied – “Paper ain’t”.

And immediately, I felt sorry. Was I insulting him somehow? He was my friend after all.

“Paper is complicated,” he replied “I haven’t found a perfect definition for it yet.”

Introductory Post

Yesterday, the tomorrow seemed like it would have been today. Broken up suddenly from the dreams of an expanded universe, I knew that it must forever be because I needed to create a new blog. A blog which I’d use like my acquaintances had taught me – A private personal Journal for all. It seemed entirely logical and I decided that I needed to question it no further.

Later, when the today started becoming like it would be had I thought of it yesterday, it made sense no longer, because there was no new blog in that thought. The new blog was a sole consequence of a dream I had this dawn. So, it was ultimately the dawn that would detach every today as it was yesterday and today as it is today. This frightened me – for it would mean that today is just a consequence of either the dawn or yesterday.

And many of us don’t recognize this but it is even more frightening for the consequences of this consequence. For this would mean that the universe isn’t really expanding. And that would not only prove many of the modern astronomical theories false, but more importantly mean that I couldn’t choose to create a new blog, irrespective of the dawn or yesterday. And hens hence, I would become a simple reflection of myself that I had left behind in my past.

By doing so, I annihilate the present, forever. And there shall be no forever, ever after, for by doing so we annihilate the future too. If I’m devoid of a present and a future, it’d be impossible for me to create a new blog.

Therefore, I could never create this new blog.