tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44672265030683374122024-02-03T03:30:18.101+05:30The MindfillArt and Musings of a Wandering Mind.Alokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15218721676243281830noreply@blogger.comBlogger154125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467226503068337412.post-28082804002915688052020-09-04T19:13:00.003+05:302020-09-04T19:13:23.540+05:30Ground Zero<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu7Ci6L40yKsAgJL_Ma7UHLbCgWopW5CcMuO5VeQON3Nlpr7hVYNzp9g2i2qRSNTw768B-m9rm_lVKp6UXHmUb7g18ECSOtDmASdMniHNSolI6-CwB2nJipthveXWr3ZAiM4i7tQZQYNk/w400-h400/DP.png" width="400" /></div><br />My bedside table has not the real estate to hold my deffered dreams,<br />There are no notes for the dialectics of depression .<p></p>Alokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15218721676243281830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467226503068337412.post-11537677318190453882020-09-02T07:36:00.003+05:302020-09-02T07:36:50.651+05:30Precipice<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ4I_IhzbNojGQdu8bjOhtmfP8GjRdYIUuahJDOwiKGBjHDVsYd3Y8WbHKvNpRi8_qqjMQ1MR2YwpFSxJpMcKubAXFxiU-n0Nf0tCDzllNzC7zXOD8fQXknstmCOOLJsKnbYBCZoP0olw/s1000/precipice+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ4I_IhzbNojGQdu8bjOhtmfP8GjRdYIUuahJDOwiKGBjHDVsYd3Y8WbHKvNpRi8_qqjMQ1MR2YwpFSxJpMcKubAXFxiU-n0Nf0tCDzllNzC7zXOD8fQXknstmCOOLJsKnbYBCZoP0olw/s640/precipice+2.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-variant-ligatures: none; letter-spacing: 0.1px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Two rabbits are chased up a seaside cliff.
At the precipice, they hesitate.
There was just one way out,
And neither could make the leap.
The fox would be upon them soon.
Kirk pulls out a magic carrot.
"This will make it easier.", he tells Marty.
Together they nibble on it.
Soon the sun descends spectacularly,
Turning the clouds purple and pink,
And making the water,
Glisten majestically below.
They look behind.
The fox had caught up.
It was time.
Kirk and Marty, together, leap off the cliff edge
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Alokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15218721676243281830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467226503068337412.post-57431133120986621212020-03-27T21:01:00.000+05:302020-03-27T21:14:40.966+05:30#9 Tourist<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The camera makes everyone a tourist in other people's reality, and eventually in one's own.<br />
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Alokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15218721676243281830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467226503068337412.post-88332344080121731692020-03-27T20:08:00.002+05:302020-03-27T20:47:41.564+05:30# 8<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Alokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15218721676243281830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467226503068337412.post-24624213077587785752020-03-26T18:02:00.000+05:302020-03-26T18:08:42.160+05:30#7 Sonder<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Sonder :<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"> noun: the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">From the </span><b style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows.</b></div>
Alokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15218721676243281830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467226503068337412.post-61945382407356010062020-03-26T02:35:00.004+05:302020-03-26T18:03:07.564+05:30#6 The Helpers<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Lets take a moment to truly appreciate all those out on the front lines fighting to bide us time.<br />
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Here's to the healthcare professionals, the volunteers, researchers testing for a vaccine, Pharmacists,security services to hospitals and other critical industries, Mass transit and airport workers,truck drivers, food and agricultural workers, grocery store workers, restaurant and food service workers, Energy sector employees, workers in sustenance utilities like telecom, natural gas and water supplies among others. Gas station employees, Mortuary and funeral services, Employees who manufacture safety and sanitary products and medical equipment, child care services, and many more on whose shoulders we lean on as we take shelter in our homes and contribute to slowing down this pandemic.</div>
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Self isolation isn't easy. I am sure most of us know that by now. Here is Maria Popova on self compassion.<br />
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"... as you move through life, pedal hard... But make sure the pace of your pedaling answers only to your own standards of vigor...don’t waste any energy on those who pass you by on their electric bikes, because you never know what strife is driving them and, most of all, because the moment you focus on that, you vacate your own soul.<br />
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Instead, pedal forth — but also remember to breathe in the spring air and to smile at a stranger every once in a while. Because there is nothing more uncynical than being good to one another."<br />
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<i>We're all falling and we need a place to hide</i><br />
<i>A safe place somewhere in the woods, where we can start the fire</i><br />
<i>All we know is that would be our home</i><br />
<i>We will stay 'til the break of dawn</i><br />
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<i>"..On a day like today, my master William Faulkner said, “I decline to accept the end of man”. I would fall unworthy of standing in this place that was his, if I were not fully aware that the colossal tragedy he refused to recognize thirty-two years ago is now, for the first time since the beginning of humanity, nothing more than a simple scientific possibility. Faced with this awesome reality that must have seemed a mere utopia through all of human time, we, the inventors of tales, who will believe anything, feel entitled to believe that it is not yet too late to engage in the creation of the opposite utopia. A new and sweeping utopia of life, where no one will be able to decide for others how they die, where love will prove true and happiness be possible, and where the races condemned to one hundred years of solitude will have, at last and forever, a second opportunity on earth."</i><div>
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- closing lines of Gabriel García Márquez’s Nobel Prize Acceptance Speech.</div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: fira-sans; font-size: 19.2px;">And still the question remains: to what do we risk entrusting ourselves in solitude? Although God is no longer our perpetual witness, we have our own available ghosts, our constitutive psychoanalytic fictions — the unconscious, the good internal object, the developmental process, the body and its destiny, language. Perhaps in solitude we are, as we say, simply “on our own.” Is it not, after all, the case that the patient comes to analysis to reconstitute his solitude through the other, the solitude that only he can know? "</span><br />
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Alokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15218721676243281830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467226503068337412.post-349713618195999202019-02-01T18:02:00.000+05:302019-02-01T18:02:21.058+05:30Pareidolia<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Alokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15218721676243281830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467226503068337412.post-49937846276036403792018-12-03T16:40:00.001+05:302018-12-03T16:41:20.033+05:30Cheap folds<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Alokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15218721676243281830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467226503068337412.post-56115120284558136002018-08-03T23:51:00.000+05:302018-11-28T19:28:32.590+05:30Stolen<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Get out of my head wasn't an invitation for you to walk into my heart. But you strolled in on a rainy day - petty thief pickpocketing memories, making yourself at home and now I can't ask you to leave.<br />
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Alokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15218721676243281830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467226503068337412.post-75211421847319964912018-08-03T01:44:00.002+05:302018-11-28T19:28:32.640+05:30Bricks<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I said I'd love you through a brick wall.<br />
Armed with hammers, bleeding knuckles and a full heart.<br />
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Alokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15218721676243281830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467226503068337412.post-46289081094291072072018-08-02T00:43:00.000+05:302018-11-28T19:28:32.542+05:30Roads<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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That we paced up and down for hours.<br />
Its floors are tainted with my thoughts.<br />
Thoughts with which I can write<br />
A thesis on your mind.<br />
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Alokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15218721676243281830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467226503068337412.post-31867190874872265792017-06-15T13:58:00.004+05:302017-06-15T14:18:12.305+05:30An Ode to Europa<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>File Picture : Landing on Europa (circa 2108)</i><br />
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<i>Slowly their dreams stopped and their prayers dried,</i><br />
<i>And one day, long after the songs had died,</i><br />
<i>They met others like them, from far off distant lands.</i><br />
<i>And in their communion, they found meaning again.</i><br />
<i>And together, they set out to build a new world.</i></div>
Alokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15218721676243281830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467226503068337412.post-23387748344131907592017-05-28T02:44:00.002+05:302017-06-15T14:04:41.984+05:30Tannhäuser Gate<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><br /> "I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. <br />Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. <br />I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. <br />All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain."<br />-Roy Batty, Blade Runner (1982)</i></div>
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