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Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high 
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments 
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way 
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee 
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

Stagnancy!

Of all the posts I have written so far this one gave me real hard time to fall into place. Its a weird situation when it almost become impossible to find words for your post especially when till then you have seen times where words used to flow smoothly. The problem intrigued me to look for possible reasons for the same and here are the top possible reasons I came across.

1. Fear

Here are the set of my fears at this moment:

Fear of being dishonest.

Fear of being brutally honest.

2. Discouragement

Never ever did I encourage myself to write, writing changes my perspective for things, flushes my mind from gibberish and helps me to think straight. These are the few things that have been my set of motivation factors and I don’t think that has changed either.

3. Procrastination

On the contrary, I have all the time (those couple of hours I managed to get after the taxing wedding preparation)

4. No Idea

Instead I am brimmed with ideas, all that I have always laughed at, questioned and enjoyed, I am living all of it lately. Welcoming new relationships, new responsibilities and all that come with it.

5. Loneliness

If loneliness is defined as the absence of appropriate company to talk to, to hang out with then I wonder what kind of intellectual outbreak my mind is looking for ‘coz honestly that has always been a tricky company to find and not very often I have had the privilege of bumping into one. So I still lie fumbling with various other reasons to cure this wordlessness.

This is my first attempt to break the inertia, do share your thoughts in case you too have been through such stage of stagnation would love to hear it from you.

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Of all the posts I have written so far this one gave me real hard time to fall into place. Its a weird situation when it almost become impossible to find words for your post especially when till then you have seen times where words used to flow smoothly. The problem intrigued me to look for possible reasons for the same and here are the top possible reasons I came across.

1. Fear

Here are the set of my fears at this moment:

Fear of being dishonest.

Fear of being brutally honest.

2. Discouragement

Never ever did I encourage myself to write, writing changes my perspective for things, flushes my mind from gibberish and helps me to think straight. These are the few things that have been my set of motivation factors and I don’t think that has changed either.

3. Procrastination

On the contrary, I have all the time (those couple of hours I managed to get after the taxing wedding preparation)

4. No Idea

Full of ideas, all that I have always laughed at, questioned and enjoyed, I am living all of it lately. Welcoming new relationships, new responsibilities and all that come with it.

5. Loneliness

If loneliness is defined as the absence of appropriate company to talk to, to hang out with then I wonder what kind of intellectual outbreak my mind is looking for ‘coz honestly that has always been a tricky company to find and not very often I have had the privilege of bumping into one. So I still lie fumbling with various other reasons to cure this wordlessness.

This is my first attempt to break the inertia, do share your thoughts in case you too have been through such stage of stagnation would love to hear it from you.

The Little Price: Audio Book Review

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"Öne runs the risk of weeping a little, if one lets himself be tamed..."

 

Never ever did a  mere 100 paged book moved me so much like the way this book did. The little Prince makes several profound and idealistic observations about life and human nature. This book describes the perception of a small kid about the way adults take things in life. Short discoveries like the king who can control the stars but only by ordering them to do what they would do anyway. Businessman who is stuck in an vicious circle of counting stars he thinks he owns to own more  stars , the geographer who spends all of his time making maps, but never leaves his desk reflects the dichotomy humans/or so called adults  strive to feel while differentiating between the so called  consequential and inconsequential  matters of life  they pursue.   Suddenly while reading you will bump into phrases which can exemplify the “Less is more” theory and you will wonder why till date you never realised you were just feeding yourself with garrulous banter, instead you should be just focussing on things that matters. Lovely read, don’t go by the cover and think its a book for kids ‘coz as it is said “What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness “