Thread of Thoughts

“Follow the path of the majority! You can never go wrong with that path. It is the most chosen path for a reason, after all.” Standing at crossroads had always been a source of mental confusion and turmoil for Synchysi. Being a settler, he had always found deciding between multiple options to be burdensome. As he stood at the very origin of the crossroads, all the paths appeared equally enticing to him, but he wasn’t naive enough to believe this. He knew they would soon uncloak their complications as soon as he starts to tread on them. Standing at the first crossroads of his journey, he felt only one pure feeling: confusion. He was extremely bewildered by the sheer amount of choices present, and was unsuccessful in making a decision. He felt a sheer helplessness, as his thought and action was full of indecisiveness. He could only think about his incapable situation as he followed the sea.   “Take path A, it’s faster!” “Path B is more rewarding!

Hey you! Yes, you! Stop looking around, and give me a Cheer! When I say Lemon, you say Squeeze. Lemon!!! [Readers reading in their mind: “squeezeee”] LEMON!!! [Readers whispering softy in their mind: “squeeze…?”] LOUDER!! LEMON!!! [Readers screaming in their mind: “SQUEEZEEEEEEE!!!”] Okay good. That is exactly what you do at a university orientation camp: You learn seven to eight of such brain-dead cheers, which you practice for three to four wasted days, and ten years later, you will not remember your GPA in college, but trust me, you will remember your cheer. Hello, sorry to interrupt, but I thought we discussed that this blog article was going to be five POSITIVE reasons why one should attend their university freshman orientation camp. If you continue writing this, then I swear Lira, I am not going to publish this. …Right. So, for one last time, LEMON!! [Readers, gleaming with pleasure that they still remember what to say, silently read in their minds: “squeeze”.]

As a child, my eyes would always be glued to Disney Channel or to Cartoon Network; Mickey Mouse, Winnie the Pooh, Mr.  Bean, Tom and Jerry, Looney Tunes and countless other programmes with similar wacky names. But, even in this exhaustive list, I will never be able to forget an episode of a programme called, ‘Dibo the Gift Dragon’. The show wasn’t a hit and didn’t survive for too long on TV; but one episode, just one episode that they telecasted left a huge impact on me. Though the main motive of this post is to discuss the impact left by that one particular episode, it is important that I first enlighten all of you on the contents of that particular episode, or if you already know, then let us take a walk down memory lane. Shall we? Alright then, without further ado, let us commence with the fairy-tale opening. ‘Once upon a time in a land far far away’, there lived (and thrived) only five creatures (mind you, exactly five). My hypothesis is that there probably was a drought or a

Writing is an art, and since this decision has been taken, I would like to solemnly stand by it. Art is most commonly defined as the expression or application of human creative skill and imagination. As fancy as that might sound, art is basically an expression of thoughts and ideas… or is it? Do we use art to express or to impress? This question has bothered me since the Big Bang and as I look back to all my artistic endeavors, I realize that it has been a blend of both. Being an entrenched musician, who specializes in Classical Vocal and dabbles a bit in piano, drums and light vocals; an occasional poet and writer, and an even more rare artist and dancer; I realized that the intent of the artwork depended on the occasion. Sometimes the artwork was made to impress and sometimes it was made to express. A bit more retrospection on my side, on this topic led me to the conclusion that most of my artworks, be it a musical performance, vocal piece, poetry, story writing, or painting, was mo