Reality and the mirage.

Some interesting thoughts ran through my mind as I was standing at the edge of a terrace garden, looking at the dark clouds passing in the dusk sky, breeze flowing onto my face...

What happens if one tries not to do anything to obtain pleasure (neither instant nor deferred, thus disobeying the "pleasure" as well as the "reality principle")? How does one make choices about one's actions? Will the actions arising from the "discomfort avoiding principle" be effectively the same as the "reality principle"?

(Following is not for people with some affection towards me)

What if I come to know that I am going to die in 10 days/a month/a year from now? Will I change the course of my actions?

Meanwhile, my blog was tag-lined "pieces of a mirage" reflecting my earlier mental-state that I had denied myself a reality because I kept/am running after a mirage, and all that I am dealing with now are the pieces of that mirage... After some dose of Zizek baba it seems to me that what is, is reality and I am constructing the mirage because the reality has tricked my brain into creating the need for a mirage... Damnitt!

BIG DAYS

Today I was talking with some school kids in a science workshop. I was asking them some questions and they were asking me some questions and in all this a really smart girl gets up and asks me what has been the biggest day of my life?

(How smart, I thought. But then the teacher tells me that its inspired by some talk show on the TV. And I say fair enough.)

So whatever. I scratched my head a lot, took a deep breath and told her something I deeply believe in. The big day in my life is still to come. And there is going to be not one, but many. Yes. There are going to be BIG days in my life, girl. BIG DAYS!

In the search of a new soul...

Dreams that vanished fore my eyes,
into a world I thought was another,
leaving a grey melancholy behind,
that I now so much desire.

Far far away, the sky still calls,
to revive, rekindle,
but the clouds, partisan to the grief
say- all a swindle.

Not deep within,
the dreams , the world, the tumult galore, n'
I keep walking in the search of a new soul,
in the search of a new soul...