Reflections On An Idle Day

By Amlan Roy

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Today I write, not because I wish to coquette with fame, not because I wish to relieve myself of stress and strain, but for the simple fact, that I wish someone to hear me out; to hear my self, screaming for help; to push the raft floating on the sea of dubiosity towards the distant land, filled with golden sand; where winglets sing their heart out; where palm trees sway to the tunes of nature; where the late- night sky dotted with multitudinous stars, aglow with heaven's light, emanating from the Creator's house, show their untainted selves, accarezzevole.

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Today, the entire human race slices through the heavy blanket of Time; that one enigmatic entity; with a razor-sharp edge; getting all the more frail and weak every minute, but venomous egotism pours oil over the white flag and sets it alight.

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The philosopher-emperor Marcus Aurelius, who lived in an epoch of tumultuous calm, warned us about the invisible pitfalls of hankering after wealth and fame; while at the same time stressing the need for all philosophers and thinkers to come forth and fight gallantly with ignorance and vice. But I have come to the staunchest conclusion, that intellectual cravings can unknowingly lure one to the fatal trap of gluttony and it's not long, before the self melts and hardens into wax.

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There is no doubt, that the world is dynamic and not blatant conformity, but conformity to the established order, on which the salt of reason is sprinkled, is the best way to avoid 'rancours in the vessel of peace' and to avoid mere bestial survival on the jittery plane of existence, which soars to pandemonium-induced madness at one moment, and then descends from that treacherous height, right into the arms of solitude, often amounting to loneliness, albeit pleasant.

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I would have very much agreed with the sophists, had I not caused profound hurt to people, with my cogent arguments; food for the soul, but poison to the self, moulded by years of training.

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We have always worshipped erudition, but have failed to learn from our so-called masters. Disillusionment now begs for innocence and purity, now confined within deep trenches. Redemption? No. Salvation? Never.

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 The sighs of relief at the end of a dark tunnel, can often turn into muffled screams of terror or agony. The bliss that is often sought for, begets miseries.

(8)

Nefarious masochism often numbs the very essence of what makes us human.

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Authors, poets and thinkers who take refuge under the roof of obscurity, either derive pleasure from the task, or wear themselves out by overthinking. 

But not everyone is pretentious or imitative.

(10)

Serendipity and tranquility are not necessarily twins.

But both are found deep within the well filled with acrid nectar. Neither food or drink, nor intercourse, nor Nature herself can heal a diseased mind, if peace is not sought from within.

(11)

Serotonin, dopamine and oxytocin are magical potions; for when they are dispensed correctly, life becomes rich in meaning, but if the brain plays tricks, then balm becomes Baal.

(12)

The creative faculties are often subdued, due to the overwhelming fear of making mistakes; no matter how true the adage is----- "Failures are the pillars of success." Rigidity, the child of Totalitarian Ego, drafts the charter of slavery. Failure to abide by it generates resentment. And then?..... Art suckles on libidinal reserves.

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Everyone is a conspirator in this world. Those who try to wage a litany of wars against the desires of your heart, subtly commit the act of conspiracy and deserve condemnation.

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By Amlan Roy