Philosophical Wandering!

Even the well explored and much traveled path reveals new truths time to time. Faded, most of the time slightly and sometimes completely, foot-prints of yours and others manifest its trite existence. The existence that offered excitement long time back, and now merely reduced to a banal necessity of your routine. Fortunately or unfortunately, it's not even a necessity of your routine since you have discovered alternate paths and you can pick any path you wish. But is it really a matter of choice, convenience or custom, that brings you back to the same peculiar path again and again?


The path, analogous to your day to day routine, blossomed with spring and depleted with winter, has added nothing to your life but a series of uneventful events and a list of unobserved objects. Do they really accumulate to attain a larger meaning in your life or just vanish as insignificantly as they appear?












Acquaintances were made and friends were discovered. Every-time you missed the bus and found someone to share the mild misery, the path became pleasant. Is it a bare coincidence to bump into the same person repeatedly? If so, how is the fate not involved in making friends? Whatever makes it possible, a parallel process ensures that people come in and go out of your life, leaving different shades of memories behind.













Technically a path is a connection between a source and a destination, and if the same path is traversed bi-directionally these source and destination interchange their roles regularly. The beginning becomes the new end and the end becomes the new beginning. When the process executed indefinitely the path looses its identity and two locations coin into one. Is it a good time to call Heisenberg?



















However, the lonely paths are never silent. Resolutions are made,



Philosophies are coined,




Beauty is admired,




And plans are worked-out.



But the bigger picture remains the same.

And moral of the story is, it's all crap. I was just playing with my new camera. Isn't it funny that people acquire a different level of philosophical maturity with possession of advanced mode of expressions? I have never seen a person, I-am-not-an-exception, with a new camera, but no new album. The creative juices start flowing, the vision is developed and the artist comes out of everyone. May be every-one is an artist :)