The best way to know the self is feeling oneself at the moments of reckoning. The feeling of being alone, just with your senses, may lead you to think more consciously. More and more of such moments may sensitize ‘you towards you’, towards others. We become regular with introspection and retrospection. We get ‘the’ gradual connect to the higher self we may name Spirituality or God or just a Humane Conscious. We tend to get a rhythm again in life. We need to learn the art of being lonely in crowd while being part of the crowd. A multitude of loneliness in mosaic of relations! One needs to feel it severally, with conscience, before making it a way of life. One needs to live several such lonely moments. One needs to live severallyalone.

Saturday, 22 September 2012


Sense, sensibility and the time – the triad of the human existence

When the sense starts sucking sensibility, it roughs-up all the niceties irrespective of the compulsion of time and transcendentalism.

Time brings you all that was to come.
You bring all to the time that it was to see.

Time generates its own set of sense values.
You create your own sub-set of sense priorities.
They ‘both’ run, walk, drag-on, to maintain the harmony.

A harmony that is the life nectar, a harmony that is the root of the conscious human growth, a harmony that has always led the human civilization to hit back whenever it has faced the ultimate ruin.

And any civilization’s basic entity is you.
Its harmony that maintains its pivot searches its source in you.

Over the time, it builds on you, transcending to the next higher realms of you.
It creates multitudes of you; suppressing some traits; highlighting some other.
You talk to your senses and your sensibility talks to the external factors that time imposes.
A confluence ensures the harmony is maintained and the civilization grows with all the niceties in place.
A disagreement makes your senses question the sensibilities creating the identity crisis and they run to break away from all the compulsions.
And it happens, time and again.

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey -