Monday Musing. #1

On The Other Side Of The Fence.

The contrast is striking. Lives couldn't be more different, thoughts not wider apart and moods as contrasting. As compared to the dark, cruel and the vividly dangerous I’m used to, I see light. Normalcy is not my way of life.  A blot on a paper fair. A crack in a castle of glass. This is what this shall be. But I persist. I persist to see the light that seems to be trying to break free of the darkness that surrounds me. I persist to embrace the peace and tranquil that accompanies normalcy, if only for a moment. I fight the darkness that resides so normally among my thoughts. This seems abnormal, my mind startlingly clear. Seems like I've gone over the fence. Did I? Does the grass seem greener here? Maybe it does. Or it could only be the perception of a mind whose senses have been dulled by dreary deserts that light and greenery seems greener than ever. I digress.

 So sticking to the norm of this place, I shall strive to complete my thoughts. Complete my sentences. Even address a topic. I have been on the side of the fence that most others wanted to be. For the most part of my life. And now, I don’t really regret it, but then, I only wonder. I wonder at how life on the other side of the fence would be. How life could be more, well, normal. My brief encounters with normalcy leave me dumbfounded, time and again. Brought up to believe that I could accomplish, well, pretty much everything, and that the elite of everything is for me, I still wonder how awesome it would be to live a life free of ambitions. A life, away from all those demanding ways and means that accompany those who want more than that big car, big house and a happy family. That doesn't really mean I’m that sort of a person, I absolutely condone it, but then, the thought of working where I please, irrespective of what that pays me, in a place that functions like a well-oiled piece of machinery, is pretty amazing too. Well, not that it wouldn't bore the hell out of me, and make me pursue, well, other distractions, but a day such as that, once in a while, probably wouldn't hurt.

I’m not here to comment, neither to critique, nor even abuse this absolutely marvelous place with the refuse of my filthy mind.I’m here, only to pay respects to what this has been so far. Overflowing emotions, touching feelings and posts that would make you laugh, cry and wipe your tears to cry again. I pay my respects to what an amazing blog this has been, the proof of a mind so organized, so different from the Catch-22 style that I’m used to, that I feel foreign, even invasive here. The way this place has connected with people, is what amazes me. This does not read like the feelings of a person, instead it does read like a collective flow of emotions, intertwined in such a delicate and intricate way that the slightest imbalance would put the pieces out of their place. I only strive to keep the balance, careful not to flatten the grass beneath my filth soles as I walk across the garden that lies across the fence. Now that I’m over the fence, it probably shall only be a matter of time that the other side looks better. But then, I only wish that I go on across another fence, into another well-kept garden, sometime later. Well, then, farewell. Carpe diem or not, but this has made my day.

Ganesh Mahidhar

Ganesh Mahidhar, a multifaceted nerd would likely introduce himself as a wolf in a sheep's cloak and is a good friend of mine. An otaku at heart, he loves reading classic literature and is an avid quizzer. When he's not using his pen and paper to come up with something as good as what you've read above, he takes out a little time to create beautiful sketches. To read more, follow him on Quora ~ http://iftruthbetold.quora.com/

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