deja vu...

Yes...you heard it before, perhaps even before I could. 

The validation gathered in the accident of having found one's words been said before by someone dearly unknown really pleases...though the question as to who said it first remains indulgently unaddressed indefinitely. 

The dawning of a thought often faces suppression leading to oblivion. Thoughts are decidedly sentimental. Thoughts are living. Thoughts are vindication of cognitive superiority. And thoughts are repetitive...imperceptibly. We shouldn't be ashamed of that.

a flash...

I never claim singularity for saying new things as, being a reasonably obedient student of life, I've trained to find sense in the most repetitive elements and happenings - both conspicuous and otherwise. I never claim uniqueness. I never claim anything. I just smile back when Life smiles from all corners, stairways, pillars, cobbled alleys, unresolved mazes, order and disorder, anarchy, rain and sunshine. The list is long, receptive and unending.

Photography allows the means and the intent, may not be in that order though, to discover a keenness to find sense - or message in everything...a keenness to requite. It lends a companion. And sometime makes us appreciate reason and unreason alike...

unreason...accident or the path!

The heretic streaks in my bearing were agreeably threatening to my parents though they did all to let my growing be as untrammelled as possible. 'Unreason' was essentially one of those shining words that I tripped on along this rebellious journey. 

Being and remaining part of a race hounded by an unfounded zeal to find reason behind everything was tiring beyond a point. 

I stepped out one day. I escaped the eventual stampede. 

Only dropping the reason can let us join the continuum. Reasons have a longevity. Unreason allows immortality...the ability to outlive reason.

Bonsaied...more or less!

I had been inexorably obsessed with similes since before I even knew what they stood for. Perhaps I've been thus since before even similes assumed what they are today! My eminent hyperbole is directed to create an illusion of my being there since the beginning of time...to add a brittle credibility to my way of perceiving the world and beyond...something that may crumble to any semblance of hostility!

The business of shuttling between an ever-fledgling core, path to a formless destination (if at all any) and the surround leaves me with an annoying feeling of a 'Bonsai'ed plant...to give off the impression of a mature tree but in reality being meticulously dwarfed through root-pruning. I've found this celebrated Japanese art-form as much unjust as in denial of life. So likening inner state to the muted Bonasai'ed plant was but convenient...effortless.

We grow yet ask our thoughts to remain unaging...fossilised...stalled...Bonsaied!