Morning ritual

I woke up pretty early for my standards today. It was not a quiet morning at all. Too much noise everywhere, I'd say. Made by people who mean business. Busybodies. Everybodies.

Cleaning this or that. Mending this and that.  

Writing, studying, speaking. 

And even making art. 

When you watch the world go by as you are supine, your thoughts tend to take this route. The only way out of this whirlpool that threatens to destroy everything that mankind ever was or will be, is to sit up and throw back the curtains. I say this from experience and this is probably one of the many unsolicited pieces of advice that you will get from me, if you care to stay on. 

As for me, I am fine with this thought process as long as I can lie around for a few more minutes. Just a few...

This time when my eyes open it is noon. Quite a ripe and ready time of the day to jump out of bed, I'd say. Sheepish, but thirsting for life again. 

  

A world without compassion is like a gas chamber. India, unfortunately, has become a huge gas chamber. There was no way it would not have come to this. We are a society based on such deep divisions. And all these years, we really did not care. 

At this moment, we are all indulging in a shouting match and some of us have found a focus to pin the blame on. Our government. The government of the time is a symptom of the disease we have had. It is not the disease. 

Art

 All the greats felt that it is art that makes this insufferable life tolerable. But what happens if human loses the ability to create art?

I am beginning to believe that is already happening. We are so full of misery that we are unable to lift our head out of this bucket of tears to be even able to see and hear, so to create is simply out of the question. 

Everything is a blur.