Sitting with thoughts tumbling, one after the another, through my mind, I try to sift and concentrate on only one thought, something which could be said to be akin to what is recommended by the masters of meditation.
I wait for that one thought to come forward and engulf me, but the mind is so used to multi-tasking all the times, that the mind refuses to allow only one thought to spread. My son with remote in his hand is not helping the matters at all. The TV switches swiftly between a kids show to Cricket match on a sports channel to a popular cookery show - all of these with high TRPs, coveting for attention on the 'smart box' (has to be smart to ensure that people smarter than it, sit open-mouthed in front of it for hours on a stretch).
Changing the room doesn't help. Now I can hear the traffic from the road, hawkers selling their wares with a voice loud enough to rouse the dead from their slumber.
Moving to the last safe haven in the house, I sit down again, in complete silence.
And suddenly the ears are assaulted by the loud reverberations from the neighbor's music system, belting out the latest 'Bollywood' tunes accompanied by not so soft a voice singing along.
Shaking my head, I give up all thoughts and surrender to the amalgamated sounds arising from the surroundings, closing my mind to the ideas of segregation of thoughts, abandoning all hopes for it happening in the near future, I join my son on the couch to enjoy the brainless sitcom on 'smart' box, allowing it to lure me away from solitude and peace.
Peace! Solitude!
Another Day.. you will be mine!!
I wait for that one thought to come forward and engulf me, but the mind is so used to multi-tasking all the times, that the mind refuses to allow only one thought to spread. My son with remote in his hand is not helping the matters at all. The TV switches swiftly between a kids show to Cricket match on a sports channel to a popular cookery show - all of these with high TRPs, coveting for attention on the 'smart box' (has to be smart to ensure that people smarter than it, sit open-mouthed in front of it for hours on a stretch).
Changing the room doesn't help. Now I can hear the traffic from the road, hawkers selling their wares with a voice loud enough to rouse the dead from their slumber.
Moving to the last safe haven in the house, I sit down again, in complete silence.
And suddenly the ears are assaulted by the loud reverberations from the neighbor's music system, belting out the latest 'Bollywood' tunes accompanied by not so soft a voice singing along.
Shaking my head, I give up all thoughts and surrender to the amalgamated sounds arising from the surroundings, closing my mind to the ideas of segregation of thoughts, abandoning all hopes for it happening in the near future, I join my son on the couch to enjoy the brainless sitcom on 'smart' box, allowing it to lure me away from solitude and peace.
Peace! Solitude!
Another Day.. you will be mine!!
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