Shakepere thought of the world as a stage. For me, its an unfinished work of art. Its like a shared canvas. A shared canvas composed of random criss-crossing strokes in different shades of color. If you look closely though, there appears a pattern in these seemingly random strokes. Each stroke represents the path one takes in life. One fine day we appear on the canvas and with each step we take, we contibute to this amazing piece of art. Quite often our paths criss-cross. At other times, we huddle together and walk together leaving a bolder imprint on this canvas. At times the strokes appears to loose momentum . And sometimes a stroke leaves an imprint so deep that it inspires a bunch of strokes to follow. And then there are srokes which go where no one has gone before. They completely change how this unfinished painting was shaping up. Or as they say, these strokes change the meaning of life itself. And just as these strokes had appeared from nowhere, they fade away. Some quite abruptly. But not before they have changed the destity of what this amazing painting would look like when its finished. I wonder sometimes, how it would look like, this painting. The meaining of life as some call it. Sometimes, I close my eyes and try to visualize ? What do I see ?
I see confessions. Its in people's eyes. Each one of us trying to tell what can't be told. I see a hint of joy in their eyes. Shades of happiness. Despair. Anger. Hope. I see obsessions . Its in their actions. Its in the way they love. Its in the way they hate. Its in the way they see me. How they don't see me. I see beliefs. Its in the way they worship. Its in the way they don't. How they accept sometings without reason and deny others even when there is a logical reasoning behind it. I see enigma. A contradiction. A mystery. A hidden meaing in their actions which only time can unravel. And sometimes even the all powerful time is as powerless as any one of us in uncovering this mystery. I see a battle. A battle each one is fighting with oneself. A battle which each one is fighting with others. A battle which has no winners. A battle which you loose even when you win. I see these random convluted strokes. Sometimes they make perfect sense. Sometimes they dont. Sometimes they make me happy. Sometimes they don't.
So what do I see when I try to visualize these seemingly random convuluted strokes ? I see Confessions, Obsessions, Beliefs, Wishes, Enigma, Battle and convoluted Strokes of life, or as I like to call it, I see the COBWEBS of life. And sometimes, I try to capture a small portion of this painting through the window of my SLR lens. And that is what this page is all about. Sharing the stories of the journey of my life with my fellow traveller. You.
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