I got the MAGIC in me!

And sometimes I think how much actually I ponder upon the theme of my upcoming blogs but at the end of the day, it all comes down to just letting my thoughts flow, and my hands following patterns on the keyboard, my brain wants it to follow, giving words to some of my thoughts while a whole lot still manage to escape my mind, unwritten.

Thinking is what I like to do the most in my unplanned leisure time or should I put it this way: It's a hobby of mine. Other past-time hobbies such as reading a book, being a Facebook-worm etc requires some planning and stuff like book, PC, iPod and you can't just read a book everywhere, you need to find a suitable place to read or have a wi-fi connection or some sort of your own internet connection etc. Thinking just requires brains, which is always with you unless someone steals it out of your body which will leave you dead. I mean, you can't just leave your brain on your side table and go out, it' a part of "YOU", it makes yourself "YOU" and wherever you go, it goes with  "YOU". However, needless to say, in some pathetic cases, people carry their material mass of brain with them, but the more important one, that is the part of the brain which makes you have some sense and saves you from making others' lives miserable, somehow goes missing. And oh well, what happens afterwards is enough of a topic to write another blog on and is left for your imagination to conclude for the time being.
    Thus, what makes thinking the most interesting capabilities, humans are blessed with, is that you can think ANYWHERE and EVERYWHERE and one will never know the stuff you could be thinking about (Thank God! Edward Cullen doesn't exist in reality)? Isn't that amazing? You can think while using bathroom, driving, praying (not recommended ) etc. Thinking while lying on the bed just before falling asleep is one of the things I make sure to do every night. It helps you fall asleep and sometimes will not let you sleep the whole night if being thought about is sort of a serious problem. The most charming thought before falling asleep is that somewhere, someone must be thinking about you before going to sleep but this is just a way to make you happy at the end of the day and bears no factual truth to itself.
   Thoughts can be of any type; creative, destructive, positive, negative, sensible, preposterous etc. But every mind can THINK according to its caliber. Thinking can make miracles happen. Thinking eventually leads us to imagination and dreams. These are modified forms of thoughts and are nothing less than a miracle. They give us access to a world which is most of the times very much different to the existing one, we survive in. But the mere thought of that imaginary world being reflected in the mirror of reality keeps us going. Our wish of transforming the abstractness our dreams come with into tangible moments, keeps us alive. The flames of HOPE refuse to be extinguished, bringing out the fire in you. And when it comes down to this point, one gets to taste the true essence of LIFE.
In the end, thoughts are MAGICAL. Keep thinking.

For the sake of randomness

Seeing this window after almost an year feels kinda weird let alone actually writing a blog when I'm most of the time planning to write one but all planning goes in vain when my eyes dart their way on to Facebook homepage and I simply replace the thought "You-Were-Supposed-To-Be-Blogging" ,constantly nagging me by a more powerful and effective one "Kal kar loon gi". And you know it. Tomorrow seldom comes but it does. If you're one of those people who believe in "Tomorrow never comes", then you better get your ass working, so your tomorrow can at least show up once in a while.

I'm pretty amazed that I've succeeded to write this far. Let's keep it going.

Music has proved to be a drug for me since past months. I can't just stop listening to it and singing is something which takes me outta this world for a while and I can't help but be grateful for this lil while. Music soothes and calms me down. Whenever I'm feeling down, I sing and it apparently makes me get back up. And when I'm unable to sing, that's when I know that there's actually something wrong with me. The hilarious part is that I don't mind being sick and if I do I don't start caring until it somehow starts affecting my voice.

Words are empty until you imbue them with true corresponding feelings. "Word is just a word, till you mean what you say." Nowadays, I feel like my words have been losing momentum they used to possess once. And this point of concern is enough to keep me thinking for days. Like I needed one more to my already crammed in to-think-about list. Yes. I do maintain this rarely mentioned list in my mind. It's sort of a planner which helps me run a mile from "being disorganized" but I need to find a more effective way of "being organized". Avoiding disorganization doesn't necessarily put you on the track of organization. There is an abstract difference between " not being disorganized" and "being organized" even though in literary terms it would lead us to a common understanding. This analogy might help: If something is "not white", it doesn't necessarily mean that it'd be "black".

In the end, I feel like sharing this quote which is soon (as soon as my tomorrow comes) to be listed as one of my "Favorite quotations" on my Facebook profile and is currently serving as my status update.

‎"In life when you have to make a choice, just toss a coin. Not because it settles the quest; But while the coin is in the air, you'll know what your heart is hoping for."