Infinite Summation

If there is a mathematical operation that defines our lives, it has to be addition.

From early childhood we are taught how to add stuff to our lives.. we are told to add more marks to that report card, more hours of study to the impending board exams, and even more to the deadlier entrance exams...

We are told to make sure that we add more skills to our kitty and more lines to our resume. The omnipresent social network is all about "adding" more friends to ones' account and "adding" more likes to ones' post...

And then there is the need to add more and more digits to the balance sheet of our bank accounts... So we are asked to add a safe, secure job to our lives and likewise sooner or later would be asked to add a person altogether to the overwhelming list of additions.Not to forget the mandatory additions of stress, tension and worry that keep building with each additional day...

This makes me wonder how it would be to go to sleep every night with a sense of subtraction rather than this infinite summation that rules our lives... how would it be if we could subtract the beliefs we have built around us that we unconsciously repeat to ourselves everday? If we could subtract those images and feelings we've added over the time about every person, thing, idea we have encountered before...

Reminds me of kindergarten when our tools were a chalk, a slate and a wipe-cloth...the alphabets learnt, the sums that went wrong, and even the sums that were right- we wiped it all by the end of the day...

And everyday we had the same old slate... and yet it was a fresh new one...

maelstrom

a large powerful whirlpool
uncontrollable
when outside... when within...

such an intense weather condition
devastating
when outside... when within...

if one gets caught... there's no way out...
relentless
when outside... when within...

with time it subsides... but never really dies...
a life of its' own

leaves us in a helpless strife
in a flash it arrives... in a flash its gone...

almighty nature decides...
seeing red with green eyes...
when outside...
when within...

The Wordier transform

There are thoughts and there are emotions.And we've had them ever since we can remember. But there always comes a time when we simply cannot keep them from getting into an infinite loop and wreaking havoc.

These are the thoughts and these are the emotions that we attempt to deal with in the domain that is most natural to them- our minds.

And that's where comes into picture what i call the Wordier transform.

I am not that great a fan of the Fourier transform but i cannot ignore how a problem utterly tedious in the time domain simplifies itself when expressed in the frequency domain. And similarly those exasperating thoughts and emotions are transformed into words, a simplicity surfaces - almost always accompanied by clarity. Sometimes by speaking out or writing it down, we make new discoveries where none existed in out silent monologues.

But then every tool is as good as its master. . . the wordier transform is powerful. . . and therein lies its strength as well its flaw. . . a dangerous flaw. . .One misplaced remark, one angry string of abuses, one instance of careless framing of what one feels or even just one thoughtless word can sever the deepest bonds between two people, two groups, two nations.

That choice between straightforwardness and discreetness. . .

That choice between patient observation and impulsive outburst. . .

That choice between keeping it to ourselves and expressing it in words. . .

Such are the dyanamics of this Wordier transform. . . Knowing how to use it is not enough. . .
Knowing when to use it makes all the difference. . .