This blog post will mark the importance
of ‘prompts’. A term and an idea I recently became familiar with though every
writing is very much the consequence of this defining
nano-second phenomenon called PROMPTS. For me these days, it has been a blog from
the cutest buddy who is so proud of the loudest laughter that makes her
contemporaries (myself included) extremely unsure about our own laughter cadences. Whenever I land on her piece I feel like overcoming all the occult inertia and start pushing my pen(metaphorically,as its more like pushing keys
than pen, on laptop)
Thinking of which, its been ages that I have picked up pen
to write anything randomly. I write my journal. "No. Its not a diary. It’s
really a journal" (read with more emphasis than wimpy's claim)
Diary records your life’s events-down to almost minute to minute and
day to day occurrences. My brain is pretty great at recording all the pleasant and unpleasant
events including the outright unnecessary ones to require to record my life in
writing. Plus since I myself belong to a vehement albeit not proud bone-idle
breed, my fingers demand the better of me to convince them to move.
On that note, I am suddenly glad
that our body parts were not made autonomous .Our heart and brain ARE pretty
much autonomous and to date have been playing havoc in more lives of people like me than not.
They hardly sync!
When my heart wants to sleep only 5 minutes in excess, my mind commands to get up and make a sprint to shower to save another
day from jitter-laden late start. When my heart wants to compliment someone, my
brain tells me to just allow a subtle smile to that person to make his day. It
tells me WELL YOU DON’T NEED TO ACT TOO SWEET ..TOO NAIVE..
Then again when in the middle of night (my middle of night is 3 to 4 AMish..scary timings I know) my brain begins to run and gallop so fiercely that my heart tells me to jump off the bed or it will break through the rib cage and go about sowing my gigantic thoughts all by itself. My heart starts racing as a cue to what its yearning with all its desire.It starts urging me to begin, get up, seize the moment. Even if somebody gets struck by a thud of heart attack in the event of watching me sitting up straight in the darkness on my laptop or playing guitar full volume in the next room or emptying my book shelf to get my hands on that one book that has the seedlings to the brainchild of a mega project. It tells me to be THAT RIDICULOUS. That’s when my calm mind begins to tug at the rope of my next move. It tells me to first shut the crap up. Second it tells me to try to sleep and baths me expertly in a loud embarrassment of being awake this late. It begins with a mild whisper that becomes louder in my head and more stern as I begin to heed it. It tells me to imagine what kind of a mess I will be in the university next day.It will move on to remind me how I will have to spend the entire day with sunken panda-normous eyes with volatile attention span and my most dreaded apathetic blank face.
Then again when in the middle of night (my middle of night is 3 to 4 AMish..scary timings I know) my brain begins to run and gallop so fiercely that my heart tells me to jump off the bed or it will break through the rib cage and go about sowing my gigantic thoughts all by itself. My heart starts racing as a cue to what its yearning with all its desire.It starts urging me to begin, get up, seize the moment. Even if somebody gets struck by a thud of heart attack in the event of watching me sitting up straight in the darkness on my laptop or playing guitar full volume in the next room or emptying my book shelf to get my hands on that one book that has the seedlings to the brainchild of a mega project. It tells me to be THAT RIDICULOUS. That’s when my calm mind begins to tug at the rope of my next move. It tells me to first shut the crap up. Second it tells me to try to sleep and baths me expertly in a loud embarrassment of being awake this late. It begins with a mild whisper that becomes louder in my head and more stern as I begin to heed it. It tells me to imagine what kind of a mess I will be in the university next day.It will move on to remind me how I will have to spend the entire day with sunken panda-normous eyes with volatile attention span and my most dreaded apathetic blank face.
Flip side
Whenever I have given in to my heart, I have
never had to shed a single second in regret. The other day almost always
suffered but I did not so badly in the aftermath. When I followed my brain,I just helped myself spending another day of a mediocre life
(More on mediocrity soon)
