“Most of everyday life is nonlinear, and the principle of superposition fails spectacularly. If you listen to your two favourite songs at the same time, you won’t get double the pleasure!” ~ Nonlinear dynamics and Chaos by Strogatz
Couldn’t sleep. Didn’t feel like doing anything much. So somehow I ended up sort of renovating my whole blog.
But gonna turn in now though.
All alone on a dreamless night,
Trying to search for a flickering light
Searching, Searching all in vain.
How to escape this dreary plane.
A mist, a fog, of endless nights
All the same in all this time.
Change, please change, a desperate cry.
Tearing the darkest of the dark.
And still the search is on today.
A pulsing beat of hope remains.
If not today then some other day.
This night will turn to dawn.
A dawn for you, a dawn for me,
A new dawn for each of us.
How we take is, what remains
For you can make a dawn or night.
“Just a bit more”, Ryan muttered to himself as he tried to pull himself up the rocky outcrop. It was a depressing day, the wind made howling noises, the sky was a murky grey with hints of a downpour at any second.
Ryan was out hiking for the weekend. He loved the outdoors and always tried to find time to go out and do the things he loved. But sadly as one oftentimes encounters in life, loving something may not really be the same as wanting to do something.
For some people, loving something and doing something was synonymous. Not for him though. He loved to go out trekking and cycling. But doing it always seemed a chore to him. And he kept putting it off. But does that mean that he shouldn’t actually do it? This was a constant question in his mind.
And now in this struggle to climb up, his mind decided to remind him of all this. He grunted to himself, still trying to catch a foothold on something.
“This is sadistic really. Why do I put myself through this?”, Ryan muttered again just as he pulled himself up. But the view which greeted his eyes shut down his overthinking mind for a few seconds. Mountains.. a chain of mountains with dark grey Numbus clouds gliding past and through them. The same howling of the wind which had seemed depressing earlier ceased to be so. Now it just sounded like a breeze. Or maybe a strong sounding breeze..
So the end, justifies the man then, Ryan thought. Smiling to himself, he sank down and leaned against a boulder. Staring at the clouds he thought, So what if I hate doing it? I guess it is for the feeling of accomplishment, a feeling of having done something , something which I always wanted to do, mayhaps yes.
I first heard of Richard Bach when I was 15 years old. [Seems like a lifetime has passed since then]. For my school farewell, an IAS officer, Usha Titus, if I remember right. She made a suggestion to all of us to read Jonathan Livingston Seagull. I read it after a few years. It was a good read. And so recently after I started earning myself. I decided to get a copy of his other book, ILLUSIONS – The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah.
“There is no such thing as a problem without a gift for you in its hands. You seek problems because you need their gifts.’
I wrote the above as a draft and never got round to post it. So I thought I’ll post it anyways…
Wrote this on 11 June 2015
If I asked you to guess what this is, you might say it was abstract art by some artist.
But the truth is this was created by accident. In my office lift, the had tried to limit some floors of the lift by fixing a plastic panel on top of the numbers with fevicol [or some other glue].
But the randomness of the universe which caused this formation is awesome. Indeed this proves that chaos and randomness are a beauty to be admired.
Will update the pattern & yarn later.