The life is very precious, especially for those who have crossed sixty, or even fifty.
Lucky are the persons whose thought process have stabilized and well settled settled nicely by that time.
However, most of the people who hang around in social media are immature attention seekers. That includes me too.
Most of us are either inadequate and we are aware of such a sub conscious feeling.
We are living in a world where there is ninety percent illusion and perhaps the remaining ten percent is clouded reality.
When we perceive the world with a clouded or deluded mind, things take funny shapes, distorted shapes.
We are perhaps under the patronage of inebriation even without drinking hooch or injecting drugs.
Often our dreams and expectations, which died without finding fruition, have their stinking carcasses rotting in our minds.
Moreover, when the mind is rotting only stink can come out- what else?
Yes, even in those stinking environs, there is breakneck rivalry as to who fabricates how much of fiction and fictitious stories and lies.
That applies to storytellers and liars like me.
However, there is a good population of beings of the virtual world, who cannot make or fabricate their own potful of fiction and lies.
The madcap storyteller and philosopher sings and dances in delirium and the above cronies lacking sense just dances around with gusto.
Often it is like Shiva Dancing in the burial ground with bhoothaganas dancing around in semi consciousness
Sure, Shiva is a sensible God and He does not indulge in anything without purpose.
The sad plight of having nothing else to do, and added to that lack of resourcefulness to do something worthwhile forces many including me to just prowl around in social media, looking out for victims.
The love, bhakthi, geniality, goodwill and all nice things touted in social media are just for public consumption and are invariably false pretensions.
We try to enjoy and celebrate that falsehood perhaps knowing well that we are living in a fool’s paradise.
Yes, I pose as a philosopher in social media, but in real life, I seem to be just a pretender.
Having read a few words from a huge book and quoting those words in my writings, I impress others as if I am well read and bursting in knowledge.
It is all window dressing.
I am witnessing that alone all around and I am critical of others indulging in such illusory merriment.
However, when it comes to myself, I seem to be addicted to the same mindset, perhaps I revel in it.
Anyway, I am not able to accuse myself for that perverse state of mind.
What a pity...
