Vacuous…!!!

Blankness…it is sometimes a boon, sometimes curse, sometimes a cure and sometimes a disturbance. Yes, this blankness is a disturbance for me having nothing to scribble on Aphorisms.

A spark was enough to blow that shield away and make my dear river to flow again. Of course it’s not something called a Writer’s Block or anything like that. Writers Block happens for those frequent and veteran writers. And I’m glad to feel that I’m clever enough to have a revelation that it’s not something that affects my Aphorisms. In one sense, to be originally me, it was a forceful blankness many at times. And laziness was being that force.

But laziness is too tender to be a force. It is not strong enough to hold that spark from igniting the words to spread on this as white, as a soft and cute white cloud, word document. This used to be my only resort to shoot down the monster loneliness when I’m away from my dearest Amma and my Thrissur. As Thrissur always keeps me busy with one thing or the other, the so called “loneliness” is nothing more than a word of the English language, while I’m there.

Writing is easy when you have something in mind. But, it’s a pathetic scene when there is nothing in mind. Now, this is the next twist. Our mind sometimes behaves like a baby monkey, by switching focuses between the subjects in eyes and mind. And then from the branches of the subject to the rewind of the incidences from the past of something about the future planning and so on it goes. This becomes a naughty thing that disturbs you at times. It becomes naughty as it brings some of those beautiful moments from you past like a warm evening breeze into your mind with a smile on your face. It can be disturbing because if you feel like scribbling down something, and if this little monkey starts behaving in such a way, it is enough to set down the day for me.

To tame this monkey mind was always a tough task for me. And I believe it will be the same with the others too. But still taming has two aspects. Either to tame it the way you want it to stay or else, tame it the way it goes. And it is the later strategy that comes in to reality most of the time.

Perhaps most of our spiritual leaders survive in today’s world claiming that they have various techniques to tame our monkey minds. Hearing which the parents start pushing their school going children to attend the various courses. The flexible monkey minds of the parents as a means to canvas their ideology and various techniques of taming. Though an inflamable area, can't help saying that there are also beneficiaries of others monkey minds.

But I love this monkey a lot. I’m not stretching out to assume that I own a good mind. Being a part of the human race I’m also proud to say that I too own bad monkey at heart like the others…or rather it can be the worst of all monkeys that my fellow beings own.

But I hate the space of silence that develops in me when this monkey is asleep. That vacuous is a curse...