World.

Almost every time I am left wondering,the topic is people. A major portion of them who strive for excellence, where excellence is doing things that everyone wants to do well, well. Why does everyone want to do those things well? Because it is some system that teaches them this is good. And what does this system define as good? Anything on the other end of situations that make living, rather survival, difficult. Explanation taken that this is just sustainability. Reasons for why someone should sustain can make another post.
Now the things that make people such wonderful creatures. The ridiculous ways they find to reach this so called excellence. It is a recurring process, you cover each step, you reach a new position, from where the same rules apply again. If you don't have competitors in this generation, get them from old days. The rules now. First and foremost, you are the first if everyone is behind you. Neat.
Next, you go a step higher if someone above you falls a step behind you. How interesting!
Further, your probability of remaining at your position increases if someone edging closer to you falls behind. He or she would not do the step 2 to you easily then! Brilliant!
Another thing that makes me wonder a lot is expectations. People just expect you to keep doing well, or keep doing bad, or keep doing it the way you've been doing it. People expect others to do what they think they would do. And then they plan accordingly. Planning is another weird thing. You don't even know the probability of something, you just plan on the basis of those weird expectation you have. When some people don't like it, they say they are being taken for granted, and others say they are showing unnecessary attitude or they are shouting too much or they are not understanding the situation and so on. How funny!
Another thing to wonder about people is how badly they hate a level platform. They are so badly in search of ways to achieve expectations, of someone else or of self, that they just want to overtake someone once and then be out of that threat forever.
Society and relations make me wonder many a times as well. In all levels starting from parent child to international country - country ones.
Individuals and their minds are so intriguing as well. So free a thing, in almost all cases, is much much more than restricted.
And there is this moron, who doesn't have anyone except his blog to open up. And he self-restrains from doing that. Freak. He learns too much from mistakes.

Freedom

There is this saying which means only when you lose an eye, you know how important it was. The same logic goes with freedom.
These days, I completely understand why our people, generations ago, died for freedom. I appreciate freedom can mean various things for various people, and so, would not comment on anyone else; but at least for me, I now rank it No.1 in my priorities. The greatest freedom for me is when I don't need to depend upon anyone, or share anything with anyone, and when no one is dependent upon me as well. Freedom for me is when I can enjoy my harmless passions with a full heart. Freedom for me is mobility. Freedom for me is no restriction to any ethical and legal activity.
You don't get it anywhere and everywhere. Some people may not get it even inside their own house. Lack of freedom is terrible. That time gets wasted, and it eats up thrice the time, to rebuild stuff.
Probably I may be expecting too much from the world. But I can't help.

Learning to Fly!

Confusion

Moving fast. The cruise is set.  

The feeling of slowing down has started creeping in. And the straight lonely single lane road is filled up of confusions. Somewhere, somehow, there is confusion. Lost.

Looking up at the star studded sky. Finding it infinitely blank. Looking at the forests around. Finding them dark and hollow. Helpless; the need to fill them all up. Possibly a part of them. But then, where did all the energy go? Where are the companions who travelled along?

Music is on. But then, it is getting more and more difficult to understand. Turning into noise.

Streetlights are fading away.  Ground disappear. It is all black. 

Open eyes, find city lights are not far away. White, blue, red, and black. And too many roads.   

Thoughts.

Sometimes, it plays tricks. You'll have everything and still you won't win. You'll have nothing and you win.

Time cycles.  Diameter varies.

Letters die. Notes remain.

How would you define freedom? Capacity? Power? I may differ. Luck. Luck is freedom.Fate. Fate is freedom. If they are.

Those swimming on Ray-Bans, or flying on them, why Ray-Ban? Why not the sky?

Let us check the pulse. And the pulses. Nothing is numb. Oh yeah, predictions. Bullshit.