|Poet. Writer. Interested in Mathematics. Sort-of Philosopher. 21. Pseudonym - Vincent Barrowcliffe.|
Hope you are all staying safe.
This is my last ‘lettr’ on this platform. It has been more than 4 years since I’ve started using this app. My life has changed in so many ways since then, and so has the world around me.
As the world seems to be changing rapidly, and as Lettrs is about to shut down, I would like to share with you one last message:
Let us be grateful for everything that we have. Not just the selective “good” things, but also the bad. Both of those have helped us form who we are today. Let us not worry for what has happened or what will happen. Let us not fret for the things we don’t have. Let us humbly be thankful for what we do. Let us try to help humanity se...
Greetings to all.
First of all, I extend my heartiest greetings to all on this happy occasion. A very Happy New Year 2017 to all of you!
Secondly, coming back to the Writing prompt.
I would describe 2016 as:
A struggle in a sandbox.
2017? It will have the same description, probably. A struggle in a sandbox.
The one word that would describe me? It was a simple choice. So, the word that best describes me is:
Nothing more, nothing less.
I am at the crossroads where 'yes' and 'no' meet. I have no answer. So to speak, my mind says both 'yes' and 'no'.
This is just a random rant. But, I would be glad if I got help from my readers.
Suppose there are two people, A and B. Both love each other (in the heart of hearts), but rarely reveal it. Both care for each other. Obviously, both are flawed. Both have hurt each other quite often, and both of them also know that they are incompatible with each other. Yet, they want to stay together.
Commitment is difficult, yet they want to stay committed. It is difficult to change, yet they want to. But, as I said, both are almost completely incompatible. Both are quite opposite...
Love? Love, like all good things, has a simple definition, at least for me. So, I would give it a very loosely-knit definition as follows:
A combination of sacrifice, compromise, kindness, patience, forgiveness, empathy, acceptance.
All of these are difficult to continue to have, and thus, it is difficult to continue to love someone, and that is why love often fails. In most cases, lack of patience is the cause. Again, I am no expert, but I have still tried to put forth my point. I hope my readers like my explanation.
Is there anyone else who, like me, can't find anything new in the world? Is there anyone else who can see everything that is claimed to be unique and different, and yet find some correlation and an abundance of similarities with other things? Isn't everything getting too monotonous and repetitive to be 'new'?
I keep wondering. If the cause, the birth, and the material make-up of everything is one (I am referring to the Big Bang), how can anything be truly different from anything else? All difference is therefore illusory.
(This is going to be a random rant.)
I am a person with a lot of flaws. I don't deny that fact. Yet, I have this strong belief that many of my flaws arise from my fears and anxiety. Essentially, I overthink, and that causes me problems. But, without that, Vedanth is not a person at all. I will be a nobody, just another random guy.
But, whatever I am, whether I'm a nobody or a great guy, I don't think I've ever acknowledged my own existence. I have never loved myself. But, is it wrong if I love myself? Is it wrong if I ask myself, or anyone else, to acknowledge my own existence? Won't it be selfish?
In any case, I come across as either a jerk, or an arrogant guy, or kind and cons...
There is one feeling that always keeps recurring in me, and that is the feeling of being used by people. Somehow, it always feels like I'm being used. It's in the way people act with me, how they secretively get things done through me. I only require people to be frank. I'm the kind who'd try to do anything to help. Yet, they aren't frank at all. They still use me, in some sense.
The thing is, I go to any length to help people, even if I'm unwilling to help. Yes, you heard that right. Sometimes, it's not that way, but most times, it is like that. The reason is that I dislike stealing people's smiles. For me, it is one of the worst things any person can do. I always try to prese...
It has been long since I wrote anything on Lettrs.
Just a few weeks back, I met a person. And, she is, in fact, the most beautiful soul I have ever met. I don't know what made her write to me, I don't know why she wanted to talk to me, but I'm glad we did talk. I'm glad I made her laugh, and I'm glad she did smile.
She understood me in just these few weeks, and I just can't believe that people like her still exist. Even after suffering all of that which had happened to her, she still tolerated my nuances. I'm glad she exists. She knows me in and out, what I do, why I do it etc. She understands me like how a true friend should. She cares for a person like me. I know not why.
Here is an (incomplete) poem. I hope you'll like it.
ON THE HEGEMONY OF THE MIND:
The mind wanders, toward yonder,
Restless and unforgiving in its motion,
The heart suffers while it ponders,
The meaning of truth and emotion;
Why does one move toward chaos bleak,
Following the trails of the mind?
Has there to be a desire to seek,
For stillness, calm, and peace to find?
Easy to acquire are freedom and lust,
Wherein evil grows the mind,
Order and unity are turned to dust,
Hard to find, easy to rescind.
This is a letter in which I shall be sharing a really weird/spooky memory. Actually, I don't really know what happened at the time, and I was really scared.
My love of astronomy took me to the terrace one day. I think some of you have understood what I saw on the terrace. My friend was along with me, and we took the telescope with us. There were clear skies that day, but the light pollution blocked out our vision and we couldn't properly watch stars/constellations. So, we just sat there, chatting about various things. The talk went from Sci-fi movies to slender-man and, finally, to aliens. This is when something strange happened. My friend noticed a faint light somewhere near my ...
Here's a short story using the #SOTD and the #WOTD.
He had been a callow man throughout his years. It was not that he could not learn the ways of men, but it was that he had rejected them all. He knew of the chaos that stirs within the hearts of people once innocence is lost. To him, this world held his interest no more.
As he stood atop a building, waiting for his own self to fall down and commit suicide, he wanted to recall one last time how he had been betrayed by his one true love. He was the best person to have fallen in love, a truthful one, caring and ever-joyful. He had been touched by lust, anger and impulsiveness, but, he never once acted upon them. He n...
Greetings of the day.
Here's a short story using the #SOTD and the #WOTD:
THE MIRRORED PAGE:
He awoke to the noises in his brain, at 3 AM in the morning. He moiled to silence those noises, but they were his own, and as many as his selves.
He could not sleep again. He lifted himself up from his warm, cosy bed. He hurried to find his pen and began writing:
"I have been a victim of my own self, my mind. It has produced a great many projections of the attributes of men within myself, and thus, I split myself into many. It has brought me to the doorstep of doom. My self control has been lost. I run hither and thither, only to lose myself more. Do not make the same..."
He fell suddenly. Life dre...
An excerpt from something I will probably be writing in the future. This is, in part, sci-fi and in part, Spirituality, and in part, a love story.
She sat down beside me, her eyes eager to learn. I was not qualified to teach her of the True Reality, as I was myself on a search of the Great Master, who, in my home world, was known to be born on Earth when the time was ripe, nor could I have told her of my truth. I had not yet found the Great Master, but I knew an infinitesimally small part of the Great Knowledge that the Masters possessed. If she were to believe and trust me in the future, I could not but tell her the truth, as I had not the courage to hide it from a soul as pure a...
Here's something using the #SOTD:
He sat, submerged deep into his thoughts. He was here, in front of me, while his mind was spread throughout the world, encompassing it fully. I could read this from his face and from my own knowledge of him, but I could not read his mind. He had prepared tea for the both of us, a good hot cup of tea in this terrible Indian monsoon. He said nothing, so I sat staring at him, bored, and wanted to drink the tea that was cooling down fast. He then looked at me, and read my expression as easily as a ripened fruit falls from a tree and, while the tea was getting cold, said to me, "Here, your tea gets cold. There, in the world, millions, maybe more, are c...
Here's a #Shortie on Mothers and their love.
Mothers: A Universe by themselves-
Her laughter is its Birth,
Its destruction is with her tears,
With her Will is it in mirth,
Mother: A universe is found here.
All the examinations I have faced till now in my academic career have taught me just one thing, that life does not give you challenges that you expect to face. Rather, it gives you unexpected challenges.
Here's a short story using the #SOTD:
His mind was clouded. Decisions of the past haunted him as he crossed a deserted street. He knew he had been a human all through his life - selfish, egotistical, ruthless, cunning, two-faced. Now, he had realised it. All of his ways and his past deeds sought to pull him down. His past selves all gathered around him as he walked alone. All reminded him of his past ways, which were so profitable, though full of sin.
And yet, as much as they tried to pull him down, he just brushed his doubts aside. He simply nodded his head and walked away.
Here is a #SHORTIE.
THE PRESENT THAT NEVER WAS:
Ever-waiting, by my side,
My beloved stays;
I yearn to return, to love abide,
And yet again, we part ways.
This poem is not to be taken seriously. I just wrote this impulsively, and it is not that this is my own experience. It is plain poetic creativity.
It's a beautiful day because... Wait, why does a day need a reason to be beautiful? Naturally occurring beauty is the best! It's a beautiful day because of no reason. It is meant to be that way, and no problem can steal your happiness away from you. Your perceptions and attachments will, but, just get rid of them. Shoo them off. They'll never come back again. Just be sure to do your duty, lest you fall into the laziness trap. Stay detached, stay happy. It's a beautiful day, buddy!
Here, I present to you a simple method to help you solve all of your problems.
Begin by asking yourself these three questions:
1) What am I expecting and from whom?
2) Is it alright to expect that?
3) Why is it alright to expect that?
Voilà! If you get logical, morally accurate answers to these questions, your problem is half-solved! All that remains is to act upon your answer!
I hope this helps.
Here is a Prayer I just thought of. Anyone may recite it, be he a Christian, Muslim, Hindu or a Sikh.
Here it is:
O Lord, I am tired of being swayed by emotions, desire and lust.
Please take me from selfishness to impartial kindness,
From emotions that sway me to considerate feelings,
From desire to a state of desirelessness,
From ignorance unto true wisdom.
May I be granted the Will to help all beings, big or small, around me, so that I may protect all those whom You have brought forth from your Magnificence.
May your true Nature, unknown though it may be, permeate through each atom of my body.
May I always be in Your remembrance, so that I always walk the path of righteousness. ...
Something dark from my mind:
People generally have certain desires. These may be to acquire fame, wealth etc. Even I have such a desire, and it is the darkest that one can imagine.
Ever since I was a child, I was undefeated in whatever I generally did. This led to a sort of loneliness and affluence. All men at the top are a little lonely, right? Things, through hard work, came easily. Thus, slowly, a dark tendency grew in my heart. To be utterly demolished and defeated by someone, to lie brutally crushed on the ground, never to get back up again. With this darkness came egoism and self-hatred. I was always lonely, with a very few true friends. I was always envied by others. I wante...
Today, I come to all those who read this with a question. Let this be a sort of an interactive session, and let your answers be wholehearted and your own. This question will be of especial relevance to those who love philosophy. So, here goes.
What does 'existence' actually mean?
Please respond by commenting below. I await your answers sincerely.
In recent times, a very odd practice is taking importance. This is probably due to the rise of capitalism and increase in our own desire for pleasure. That practice is of 'experiencing' something indirectly. You 'experience' the rich taste of fruits when you drink a fruit juice of a particular brand, and the juice itself is not pure. It is processed, wherein the entire pulp is removed, and what you get is plain old sugar. Humans have come very far, haven't they? This was just one example. There abound many examples. Well done, humans. Spoil your own health.
To be honest, I have nothing left to do in this world. I am bored, as I have experienced almost all the good and the bad phases of life. I side neither with extremely religious people, whose delusional thinking has ruined the world, nor with the extremely scientific ones, who cannot recognise the vanity of their sense-knowledge and logic. Senses offer too many interpretations of a unitary object. Delusions lead us astray, many a time taking us away from morality. I side with none, but, my mind craves to know what is Reality. What is this Universe? Why is it here? Is what I observe really real? How do I know that what I experience is real? How do I trust anything, let alone my sense...
Though this is not be an idea that I have never posted anywhere else, it's still an idea that I believe deserves attention. I call it the 'Work Index.'
So, what is this 'Work Index'? Basically, it is a substitute for currency and it also serves the purpose of a development index. Don't worry, I am not going to bore you all with economic jargon, as I myself am not from an economics background.
How does it work? Well, here goes. The Work Index is a measure of how much you work in a certain job, and out of all the work you do, how much of it results in the progress of the society/nation/industry/company you work in. Now, the 'score' you receive based on this index decides all that ...
Dear stranger, to whom I am invisible,
You must be reading this message at a place somewhere across the Pacific. To you, I am as unknown as you are to me. But firstly, I would like to thank you. You have spared the time to read the musings of someone stranded on an island which shall soon sink to the bottom of the ocean, probably due to global warming. Yes, that is true. But, do not worry yourself. This was my fate.
I am probably as much a part of what all of us have done as are the worst of industrialists. We have destroyed our earth, and, we do not yet care. We go on in our greed of money, something that holds no true value, and live in the present, only to gratify ourselves.
I now sigh....
Dear future Vedanth,
Have you lost your ego? Have you achieved absolute Wisdom? Have your goals been fulfilled? If so, I congratulate you. May you ever receive the strength to move forward on the perilous path that you have chosen. May God's blessings be showered upon you forever.
You were, as far as I know, on a journey, though a secret, which is far more dangerous than any other and unlike any other. Be careful. You would do well to take care of your parents. Respect your elders. Regard all men as men of God. Discriminate not. Try to keep your ego away. As far as I know, you were quite egoistic back then. Selfishness leads to emptiness and lack of joy. Remember this well. Let Go...
A continuation of my previous letter. When I imagine myself having a female companion, AKA girlfriend, I always get one scenario in my mind-that is, of me giving her tuitions in Chemistry. I do not know why. But, I really like this scenario. I also want her to surpass me, and this I do not know why. But, somehow, I have always wanted somebody to surpass me. Why not it be my future wife? My children will be intelligent, then. Hahaha! I am crazy, am I not?