I wonder why ? ! ... I wonder How ? !

I wonder are we defined ? I wonder if not then how that can be ? I find myself standing in this world, people rushing past and forth me. I wonder what is the rush ? I wonder how they will be at easy ?
I wonder when people say we are happy ? Are they really ? I wonder if emotions are really left in this world or is it the materialism taking over the every molecule. I wonder will I be really missed when I am gone ? If not then why shall I care for anyone apart from me ? Can anything quench this thirst for being loved and noticed ?

I wonder can anything replace the shear joy of personal achievement and gratification. I know each soul today is alone within the sea of human crowd. Watching all this crisscross, it feels that it would have been much better to be born a hundred years before than today and be dead by now. Today's watch words can be said as ::--

Solitude is a better Habitat,
Melancholy is a better Friend,
Individualism is better Mentor,
Aggression is better Master,
Indifference is better Sentinel,
Ruthlessness is better trait.

Best way to describe this world, I find the following words ::--

Baazeechaa-e-atfaal hai duniya mere aage
Hota hai shab-o-roz tamaasha mere aage.

What does that means ? !! Here it goes.

The surrounding is like a children's playground as I see it,
There is something silly/senseless happening everyday as I see it.

In the end what it feels like is we are just biological entities, destined to be born, grow, reproduce and just like any other living creature die one day. Does anything else really matters ? Does anything really counts ? Does anything really exists ?

Yes there is something else and it is big word, "COMFORT". That is we want all the time. Starting from the time we are born, as a baby we want it, as an adult we want it, as an elderly we want it. As a child comfort is getting what we want, as a young comfort stands in materialism and as an elderly comfort exists in respect we get and when people listen to our experiences and apply them in their lives.

I wonder this cycle is so well formed and so well established ? I wonder is there something outside this cycle ? I wonder how can we be at peace ? I wonder how to fulfill this curiosity ? I don't want the answers, I don't want the comfort, I don't want to be. Yes I don't want to see the world being a part of this world. I wonder why I want so, I wonder how to be this way which I want to ?

Masters of the Art

The word “Art” can sum up every possible act in this world when performed with vigour, charm, passion, love and without a trace of compunction in doing that act. The demeanour of the masters of an art is like a Lime stone rock sheltering cavernous abyss of knowledge. They take out a wondrous thought and approach here and there out of their immense love for their subject of study and practice. These people cannot be equaled or paralleled when they get going.

A master has an uncanny ability to visualize and converge on subtle inferences. The ardent attitude towards their part of knowledge in this universe make them very difficult people to accompany. A mere thought of such company makes a less aware person think of himself/herself as a low form of bacterium and a kind of terror strikes in their pit of stomachs. One has to be continuously saying or stating something intelligent with the master of an art otherwise a retrograde feeling so strong bubbles up that the person with lesser outlook becomes tongue tied and deserving enough to be kicked out of sight.

A master acquires the power to decide whether an abiding has to be a Scruple or ignorance. Their writings are like covenants. Generations mull over their thoughts for years in absolute awe. Every transpiration of ideas becomes a hatch for aesthetes inspiring them to achieve new heights in their field of study.

A master of an art belongs to a different stratum of society, the very elite ones, not by materialistic wealth but by the intellectual wealth. Anyone can be a master if he/she is ready to become indifferent and immune of all the happenings and opinions around and just drop dead in love with the power of knowledge.

A few such masters to be named can be as follow without any disrespect to those whom i do not recollect names of.

V.S Naipual, Albert Einstein, Amartya Sen, Stephen Hawkings, Adolf Hitler, Tom Hanks, Sachin Tendulkar and list will go without stopping. But, then these are very few who have stepped into the likes of masters of their art. Quantitatively, still they account for a mere spec against the intellectual popullation on our little planet the Mother Earth.