my first post

Topicless

You know what? Sometimes you don’t need a topic to write on. Like the night sky without meaning, I mean there is no synchronization of the stars, and still it means Orion, Pegasus, and all that. But the example I have given you might not stand justified as the night sky and a piece of writing cannot be compared in many ways. You can still add into both of it. You can write or find something senseless and give sense to it by yourself. Just like this piece I am giving you to read without a topic, with a title given “Topicless”, which I am sure is not of any sense but still can be helped with some. Taking into consideration the utter disregard to writing ethics.

Anyhow, night sky is vast, and physically unreachable, and writing is not something vast, but it still can be mentally unreachable. Night sky might make someone feel nostalgic, helpless, sad, and at the same time, afraid.

Afraid of what, may I ask?

Afraid of the unknown wonders, most possible existence of aliens, black hole, and all sorts of fictional things fed to us as we grew. One has not seen such creatures, such unknown and mysterious instruments. The light of the stars that have reached us are thousands of light years away, which is one theory.

On the other side of the coin, there are no mysterious instruments and you don’t need to be afraid of writing. It is a meek harmless thing that can only give you pleasure whenever you want; there are no suspended mysteries.   

And all this is written without any need of a storyline, or a plot or anything needed to make a sensible story or even a paragraph. You can keep on writing and adding things to it even if it doesn’t makes any sense, just give it some, the population is naïve, and doesn’t care what you give it, they care that it should be prickly to their interests, even if they have to make up some themselves, all they want is to relate to their lives.

Now all this can make sense if you correlate it to the phrase “chaos of abundance”, due to some comparable features.

Size of this universe against the same of a proton, doesn’t have any prominent difference now, does it?

Anyways, let’s bring ourselves back to earth, after making you read all this stuff without a topic, making you go merry-go-round all round the universe faster than a wormhole, and bringing you back to the same place.

As a presenter I find all these words extremely engrossing. The term ‘engrossing’, what does it mean? Does it mean something indulging? Gripping? Or interesting? Can’t it mean something you can enjoy? Can’t it mean dark, synonym to the night sky? No, it cannot because you have given it a sense of meaning. When one says ‘engross’ you get a feeling of being mentally engrossed, or mesmerized as one might gather, you can do so because, you have given you a sense of meaning, and have simply fed off that.  

Random, isn’t it?

Well, that’s what makes sense, because that’s what it is: random, just like the stars thrown all over the night sky, incoherent, as you can say. Depends on your perspective.

No-no, I won’t start on such a deep ‘topic’ such as perspective, for it needs more of subconscious mind to make use of.

Or percolation, a term used to explain the movement of something, it can be sand sifting through your fingers, or time out of your hand, or light from a star gazillions of miles away, filtered down on us.

As well as wind percolating through the sand coming out of your hand. Falling on the ground with respect to its density and weight. Sand falling down when captured in the wrong; - oh sorry, perspective: right light can be a beautiful scene. To your perspective, you can find the falling sand beautiful, with sunlight percolating through the sand, or the snow caked mountain in the background as beautiful, depends on your preference, or more like perspective.

Do you think fire can be a good example? A superficial, fake warmth it gives, which obviously everyone find soothing.

But don’t forget the perspective, it depends how you take a painting as, good, Bad, vague……………. Cacophonic?

We have read some indomitable change of events over the past few paragraphs, which might keep the fire in a drunken stupor.  

Getting slightly over, now: huh?

It depends, on you. If you are reading it in the morning, or in the night, judgmental reading is affected by the type of day you’ve had, a prosperous one, or a regretful one.

All this time I kept saying and you kept listening.

That’s why I need to depart now, and leave you to yourselves, continue your day, start your day, or just go to sleep. For you’ve earned it, don’t you think?

                                                                                               -Urjit Sharma