Why complicate?

I agree the story we just read was a complicated one, difficult to understand. It's the same way we complicate our lives and hence like any other blog this blog is turning into my private shout box! tan tadan! Welcome to my shouts in this post, if at all you are reading; otherwise it does not matter because I am writing for the sake of writing it out! Back to complications; sometimes we go so much deep into our lives that we start losing where we are, we start loosing our way, it does not remain a way anymore it becomes a hey way and you don't know, y o u f i n d y o u r s e l f s i m p l y n o w h e r e.

The problem is you are going deep into your life and not yourself, i repeat Your Life and not Yourself. Is there really a difference? Yes. Think of your life as a movie, you are merely a spectator when you are not seeing yourself, the moment you start seeing yourself you become a part of that movie; that is the point where you are not a spectator any more but have become the character in that movie, you will feel all punches that your character is getting on his head or his ass for that matter, the kisses which your heroine is giving you every now and then, the pain you face when your younger brother has turned into a drug addict or all other such nonsenses; the irony is, nobody is watching this bloody movie; reason: everybody is watching their own bloody movies. OK OK. I see I am complicating it again, but the very simple fact that I am trying to convey is watch this movie like a movie don't get too much involved with it, or to put it simply: live like a simple human being don't attach yourself too much to whatever is happening around you. Think of your self to be the static part of this movie, don't float with the movie; retain your static self, see the movie moving. Remember you are only a viewer, whatever is happening is happening to the character which is not you.

Let whatever happens happen, you do what you you can do; follow your simple aims, do whatever you feel is most doable for you without worrying much about what's happening to your character in this movie; in your own movie just be this spectator, ponder about the scenes, enjoy them but remember you are only a spectator. Choice is yours, do you want to be a character or a spectator? You can not not be the director for sure.

Now let us come back to the story we wrote. If the two colored balls are separate we should understand that they are kept separated deliberately and the reason only owner knows; remember that old lady who owns this store, what a beautiful lady she was, how gentle and elderly, anyways she kept them separately with care so that they don't mix with each other; she never allowed them to mix up, maybe because they may lose color and temper with each other's fine glossy looks, or probably she didn't want the trouble of separating the two colors later because she knows no one customer will buy both colors. I myself don't know what the reason was, how could the poor balls know, they can't understand what the lady says and even if they can, they can not ask her because lady does not understand their mute languages of gestures, those blinking of eyes after mixing or those sad faces due to not so mixing, remember? If the balls also understand the fact that they are kept separately due to some reason they don't know and also that the world they know is although limited to this close sack, there is a world outside, a bigger one of which they form only a small, minute part, then the balls should be happy looking at the other colored balls and the same colored balls and enjoy this very state of their own, be amazed at the glossiness of them all, amazed at the ways they are put so delicately and are so much cared about by the lady that they are the same separated for such a long time, be proud of the fact that they belong to this mighty bag so that they got at least the chance of seeing each other. (They can be happy, proud and amazed for many such silly sounding reasons, sitting in front of my laptop I am only contemplating some.)

At the same time they should do what they can and do it to their best; things like maintaining their shine by being happy all the time, by wishing each other good luck when the other one is removed from the sack or giving happy gestures to a new comer ball or teaching a new comer ball how to behave like a ball inside a sack and many things like that. (again contemplating, of course I don't know what all balls of a sack think). They can be the best balls in their own little movies and follow their own small aims without worrying much about things which are not in their control.

Red and Black Balls

That's absolutely true, Red and Black Balls and it's not Red Balls and Black Balls. An extra 'Balls' create a lot of distance between the two and some times you start thinking probably they are in different bags. Even if they are in the same bag, it seems they are separate from each other as in red ones huddled in one corner, black ones in another and there is an invisible separation between the two, They could look snobbish, not ready to mix with one another; they could be skeptic as well; doubting each other, not willing to hug thinking the other ones might be more unwillingly silent. Obviously they can not speak, but still they could look happily mixed; tilting their round heads (they don't have anything other than this big round head, poor people; no face also, but still they can express their snobbishness, doubt etc by not mixing, similarly they can express there love, could you see that, by mixing with each other), sticking to each other, blinking their imaginary big heavily lid eyes which could smile to express their love and happiness.

Obviously they are not mixed and that's why we are worried. What could be the reason of this invisible separation? Are both unwilling? None of them are. Do they know how to mix? Probably they don't. When they were bought they were kept like this, very delicately, very sincerely into two separate groups (by the old wrinkled lady who managed the store since last 20 - 25 years and she had enough experience when she bought these balls) and their bag was never shaken to mix them. Both of them thought only some external action, some divine intervention can make them jump and mix. Both of them dream for that joy but still don't want to jump. Externally they are in touch because they are in the same bag; waiting to be mixed. To be continued ...