Outpressions

I know it is a herculean task to analyse any nonlinear phenomenon. Think of a situation where there would be two nonlinearity that is intertwined with each other with a feeble but strong covalent bonds. Don't retrieve from reading. This is no chemistry that is going to pester you anymore. This is about the two nonlinearity you will come across everywhere. To introduce them to you one is life itself, the other is human interaction and situation. The inter covalent bonds are those sprouting emissions that come across between these nonlinearities you would encounter. My family has always been with people who flush out emotions as often as they would eat a meal. These emotions never come in slow motion at all. Some never express , bottle them up for future use, then the would bust them out one fine day to make your mood low. My introspection on human behaviour has also been volatile. My notion on human tendencies change over the period of time. Understanding my own internal conflicts...

I don't know , what happened to me. I had an intensive introspection inside my inner self. Thoughts like this is not something new to an individual like me. I looked out of the window, saw a beautifully blossom, partially wet, hibiscus flower that danced to the rhythm of wind and drizzle. Rain and monsoon ment different for many people. For a farmer, monsoon rains are occasional happiness, a ray of hope. For a potter, it would mean a dull business.To a boy, it is a chance to make his paper boat sail. To a couple,it was romance. To a trespasser, it would be the time to hunt for shelter. To a director,it was to shoot for heroine introduction in film. To a child, it would be an endless amusement, anxious to get wet. To a teenager, it means waiting for the government to announce holiday. To  mom and grandma it was no more than fear of flood, after 2015 Chennai rains. To some middle age men, nothing matters more than work.To me it was the best time to see, smell and feel the pitter pat...

Gratitude my Lord, Thank you to God, To have given me Mom and Dad. Thankyou your Highness, Dank oh! God, To not have me look so odd. Thank you my Lord, Merci! my Master, To grasp all faster, In the world of squalor and rust. Gratitude my Master, Dhanya! my Lord, To save from fools and fraud. Thank you my Lord, Gracias O God, To give me strength of rod. Gratias ago! Gratias ago! Destroy my zealous and ego. Oh my Lord, Whatever the past, Hold my moral mast ,fast. Wisdom nor debate, Kith not kin, Neither can change your fate. Oh my God, Bear Him in mind. Make Him your find. It will yield Him at your end.