Posts Tagged ‘imagination’

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I remember being blown away when I read Mark Twain’s most popular book “The Adventures of Tom Sawyer” for the first time. Back then I was in sixth grade. I was impressed, at once. It had such a huge impact in my life that it’s hard to zero in on just one significant area.

I had this queer habit of wearing skins of protagonists that I would become them. I remember collecting petty things like nails, pebbles, marbles, chewing gum wrappers, safety pins and strings, for the sake of trading them during desperate times, just like Tom would. Unfortunately I wasn’t that smart! I couldn’t coax even a mosquito into biting me. Also no one cared for the trivial things in my pocket.

Thomas meant trouble. So would I think in my little head, if someone called me by my full name it would insinuate trouble too. But that would rarely happen. I kept waiting for someone to call me by my full name, but people barely remembered to care. Also, I was probably the only one around smitten by the boy’s life, I think.

Becky Thatcher wasn’t just Tom’s love life. She was mine too. I remember putting a face to my image of Becky. I was new in the school and there was this girl who was the custodian of the class. She wasn’t that pretty, but in my head she was. I imagined Becky to be just like her. She would stand minding her own business, and I would read her expressions closely wondering if Becky would say something like that to Tom, or if Becky was pissed she would make faces like that! Mark Twain was the first writer to have successfully stirred up the absent emotional quotient in my heart. I barely matched anyone’s frequency then. Also it felt like a dud idea to feel for a wall that doesn’t hug you back.

There were some enemy elements to the endearing Tom’s tale which made the story enthralling, but the part with Becky in it appealed to me the most. I would at once subconsciously enter the ecstasy zone, and silently wish them both good. I would remain in that eternal rapture until of course the fun lasted.

When I was done with the book, I reread it just to feel my goosebumps again. I remember reading it a couple of times to relive every bit of it. I remember wishing every inscribed memory undone, so that reading it would be unparalleled fun all over again.

Sometimes I wish if that could be applied to every feeling we encounter for the first time. The first of everything walks in with a titillating head. The thrill, the excitement that it packs in is unmatched, which wanes as it gets reiterated.

Just the thought of “The Adventures of Tom Sawyer” hauls me back in time, and compels me to think about how exhilarating the whole experience was.

I wish to walk in a story like Tom’s adventure. Sometimes I wish to be like words in a story. But then again, aren’t I already?

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I have always toyed with the idea of hell. Our ancestors have nailed it in our brains. We follow what is taught, and conventions, I take unmatched pleasure in breaking.

The first thing that comes to our mind, when we hear the H word, are snakes all around, darkness, silence, ugly creatures, monsters, abyss and what not. (You almost made it devil!) But here I would like to imagine something different. Let hell be just like hell, only a little bit more realistic if not theatrical.

I have had had days, when nothing would go right. I would fall, scratch myself unknowingly, hurt myself mentally, lose my temper every now and then, curse, cuss, break things reluctantly and then sulk for the rest of the day. Au contraire, there have been days when I would feel that I am on top of the world, create, do useful things, do things that would make others happy, me happy, win all games, gain, laugh, love and live.

You see where this is going, right? Yeah!

Whatever things we have ever defined, of which we are afraid of, are actually creations of our fears. They are an outcome of what we should be afraid of. They have confined us from exploring the unexplored. Ghosts would never have existed, if the notion of fear wasn’t there.

We haven’t seen it. It is only in our talks. All events breaking loose could be analogous to how hell could have possibly been in reality. If hell would have existed, it could have entailed series of unfortunate events happening one by one in quick succession, giving no room to sanity. Commotion. Sheer ruckus. That is how I like to keep the old theory breathing.

Nobody wishes to experience their weird imagination. People have just followed their mind’s projections to feel the angst and suffering. They already know it is not good. Why would they ever want to go there? People simply fantasize. Just how a kid does. Daydreaming a deadly fiery battle with a dragon. At least I do. I would always have my hidden blades with me. I would often fight monsters with a Katana. Now that is another story.

To sum it up, I would rather quote that great man, of whom I often speak in high regards. He wrote this about ‘hell’ somewhere:

It is reality. Just messed up with uncertainty and confusion. Just doomed by odd decisions and their aftermath. It is reality, simply stained with negative events. That is how I like to picture it. Because our fantasies are merely our mind’s projections. Hell as they describe it, is just the projection of their fears and my world has no room for it.

Kudos! great man. Yeah, that’s me again. 😛