inspiration

the thing about inspiration is that it has a mind of its own.at what point do u truly feel inspired is beyond an indiviuals control and certainly cant be planned. being inspired is a state of mind and i belive when truly inspired means a time when we have a intimate moment with our real self, when we really feel connected to the core inside us.

at best i am a very avearge writer...in fact all i can do is write some random blogs wchich some times even dont make sense to me.and even these blogs are so far in between in being conduced.
frankly speaking i have 10s of ideas which i feel the need to pen down but just dont....why?no clue. and then out of the blue after ages i jsut have a random impulse i sit down without thinking i just give it a go.

i like to believe that since its not in my natural ability to write i need to be greatly inspired. what happens when inspiration really dawns on us?what is the source of inspiration? i am quite certain that to each his own.every one has their own calling. and some of the palces that our inspiration has its genesis could appear to be so trivial and stupid to others that we consider it best to be a thing which should never be mentioned. then there are things which inspire us and we dont even realize that we have been hit! thats the time when we assume that we are terrifically powerful.that from absolutely no where we have gathered a terrific strength, mental and physical, and we feel liberated and ourself. its an awesome high!

watching a tendulkar shot reaffirms my love in cricket...watching the roger-nadal wimbeldensque (not sure if its a word!) final reaffirms my love for competetive sport...a superb movie of whatsoever genre makes me fall in love with life all over again! the national anthem does not escapee without giveng goose-bumps...a wonderful book ignites wit and passion inside my head...a wonderful melody sends the barin to a trip to tranceland...a tough case inspires and opposition always drives me to perform better at my arguments and perrformance!

inspiration drive us to our best.it could be from a very conducive environment or even from a very hostile one.but at that oppurtunate moment we truly know what we are and how we have to act on the impulse. we just know we are right and there is nothing that could possibly deter us on acting while being possessed with something which could be best described as a form of madness!

people have a terrific influence on us.and those who do are the ones we like to call friends. these are the ones whose mere presence make us... well US! my humour is at its best when in company of the ones i love. thats perhaps the time when i am myself with no inhibition and my true nature is at its ostensive display.thats the time i love myself the most.its these people, friends who make you fall in love with yourself and you love them for that.its the inspiration from there presence, their support, their talk,laughter,sadness that makes you aware of you and your own presence and being.

we love being inspired and inspire.we love to love and give love.surely there are numerous occasions when we feel its not happening, we are not driven and motivated! but then again UN-inspiration is also a state of mind and perhaps just by doing something, anything we could be in
the place where its not stale, where we can shrugg it off and where the sun shines brightly through the cool breeze in the autumn sky at dusk! well thats my place...thats where my soul goes for a vacation...you go ahead and find yours...to each his own!

Comments

Ankur said…
you made me cry mate..
seriously..
let me quote mr mike myers from one of the greatest movie of all time...austin powers

"we are not so different you and I"
need i say more
September 18, 2008 at 7:15 PM
Unknown said…
you are so right..some friends inspire me to think more deeply about things even if we werent discussing it..you just think, how would this person think about it? what would he or she do?
January 19, 2009 at 11:47 PM
Rohini said…
Certainly after reading this, without any deliberate effort I started recollecting how many times did I get inspired and what inspired me? and a peice of writing that sends u in the mode of contemplation is always a good one. we definitely get inspired consciously or unconsciously by those little things which keep on happening around us all the time, but wat I am wondering is y these inspirations are so short-lived? why do these inspirations take a back seat once the object of inspiration is nomore visible...and come back to us in ages, only when we come accross with similar kind of object again(the object can be a friend,relative or anyone or anything). so are these really inspirations or mere impulses?
October 27, 2009 at 8:36 PM
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