THE HOPEWAY

The détente between rationality and emotionality is that rarest moment when the syntropy of wisdom and happiness precipitates. Mostly, however, the putative rapprochement remains a probability and in turn manifests an antinomy that turns unsurpassable. Often it leads to an inevitable circumstance of axiomatic entropy, which is substantially an ecumenical phenomenon. That the axiom of emotional intelligence stays inert most of the times in our consciousness, results in our quotidian lives being fraught with sketchy involutions without a hint at any virtual aetiology.

An axiomatic aspect of our religious institution is its inevitable axiom of heritage. As a hallucinogen, the religious belief is shared by all the members of our elder generation. The (mis-)belief that worship is a privilege bestowed bounteously only on one specific sect of the society and no other community can enjoy that benefit in general is tightly rooted in their cognitive spectra. A single white thread, made of the worst quality of fabric, possesses the potential, more than purifying the body or mind or soul, to turn the mentation capacity of some beings inert and stagnant. Despite carrying the notoriety of being an alcoholic or drug-addict, the members of this referred section, are esteemed higher than an highly educated fellow who is well-versed in Sanskrit language and literature. They remain in lofty demand on certain occasions and entertain a massive sense of vanity owing to their ritually deified piece of thread. Their utterance of the classical language evokes guffaw; thei...

Some forays into the subconscious may usher in moot memories, though it is not kooky that one turns zany without some periodic mentation about the subject. One needs not be a savant to reflect and introspect on the semi-hidden aspects of our mundane existence in the cavern of our mind. Why would you tokenize that what creates involutions in your developments? Straightforward confrontation is a more efficient strategy to attain sentience regarding this subject, rather than staying inert in this hypnagogic state. Scrupulous examination of the abstract interior of our material existence may seem dichotomous, but that is what can keep our sanity intact. It may sound more like an aleatory a priory hypothesis without any practical experience. Still, the most putative and prolix notions can be sketchy and bereft of proper aetiology.

Life is filled with involutions. However, sometimes some glimpses of sentience flicker in our day-to-day, quotidian lives. It seems as if people are in a hypnagogic state. Nobody is taking a sincerely scrupulous effort to import some alterations in the state of affairs. Though, a few aleatory endeavours to transformation do come into notice, they are of so rarer quantity that they cannot substantially cast any remarkable influence in the holistic qualitative paradigm. Beset with zany, outlandish populi, you may sense a virtual lacuna in the integrity of your rational faculties. The age itself under the aegis of a number of sketchy, unscrupulous leadership has turned into a muggy slew of corruption that is inevitably dragging and pulling the whole civilization to the downturn. However prolix your piece of speech goes, it doesn't matter except your own reputational upliftment.

There exist some zany people who seem their understanding to be the virtual ultimatum. Such attitude may give rise to sketchy demeanour to others whom they assess inferior to them. It is actually a consequence of a lacuna of proper learning as well as a slew of vain egotism. This disposition can be perilous in the sense that the trajectory to downturn spawns herein. No matter in however prolix manner they deliver their opinions to leave an elegant impression on the innocuous audience, they remain to be a lifelong chautauqua. You can listen to them with continence, but at length it proves to be in vain. You won't find the proper aetiology behind your headache, having exited out of the auditorium.

You don't need write down prolix notes for everything. Rather, try to make it as precise and succinct as possible. Your writing is your own avenue, rather than being a chautauqua. Write with free mind, unbound imagination, and inspired intuition. You don't have to observe tight continence to pen down something important. But be sure about the aetiology of your writing. It's not necessary to have some reason behind every write-up. Still, contextualizing the writing bears a distinct appeal. At least, you can account to yourself that I have written this on the ground of this putative cause. Your chums may not like it. Don't bother about them. Let them carry on with their futile buggeries. Never be a sleuth; just carry on your own chores. You don't necessitate ultramodern equipment to continue your work, just as one needs not any Polaroid to capture beautiful memories. Your mind will always natter. Try to shut it still. 

I am weaker than others. Even if I don't want to hide this fact, this is the truth. People will remind me of it forever. I am born with a short physical stature. My muscles are weaker. Even she reminds me that babai is stronger than me. But it can actually be a matter of mere habit. I do not have any bike. I am born in this deprived family where I have to do everything. Why do I have to face this. I should not live actually, with my short stature and weak body. I should die. Yes. Death is easier than life. Or I should not keep any relationship with anyone. I should bar myself within this room of mine. Or I should go away somewhere else where these people can never find me. But I cannot hide anywhere. So the best option will be to kill myself. Yes. I should commit suicide. 

Many old chums get away with time. Many friendships have turned into buggery. Some of them turn into mere sleuths to poke their nose in others' business only to cause harm. None of my friends has any Polaroid camera so that we can take our memories as snapshots. In Burdwan some of us peek into the window of the ladies mess where we can only see negligee of the girls. We usually love to natter to waste our times. But there are some who always want to peeve others who are busy in urgent business. They are not actually friends, rather they are more dangerous than foes. There are oodles of memories - mostly bad in my life. Those naff stuff I find it very difficult to overlook, nonetheless I carry on. Distractions in various forms beckon us to mislead.  Serviette is not used by many.

Many people just love to natter uselessly. They can even nag about a serviette. Their nonsense chatter peeves others around, though they do not seem mindful about that. The oodles of subjects are there in their minds upon which they can fumble for hours. Their naff topics of talk are the most interesting things in the whole universe. They do not hesitate to beckon any slightly familiar or almost complete stranger to hear their stupid mouthful of words. If they are enclosed within a small borough together, they cannot listen to anybody, because all of them would begin talking together simultaneously without caring if anybody is listening to them. They feign to know everything - from tea to taekwondo. These blokes never kowtow before anybody as far as their chattering is concerned. You will be foxed that where they get so much energy from. An entire litany of topics is prearranged in their minds. I presume it is by default installed immanently in their beings. Besides, they are experts i...

A litany of items I have to purchase once the house gets completed. But I don't want anybody bungle up in this matter. Nobody here is the doyen of architecture. I feel no shame to admit that the word clamp I heard first from the masons. The masons' knowledge is derived from their practical works everyday; it's not some a priori observation. Though, my present state of affairs is promissory, nobody can predict the future, but only observe that.  Today's rapprochement with Mou was very sweet. I always believe in the immanence of love, respect, and devotion. But I confess I couldn't remain invariant in showing her proper respect. Often I think that our relationship has developed betimes. My future security is not yet stipulated, though it is under my percept that I will secure a job in near or far future. Sometimes we love reductionism because it renders our lives easy to calculate. However, love is pulchritudinous.  It seems to me that many people belonging to the pre...