Master of Minds

This is a beautiful topic. I would want to do full justice to it, but even if I cannot, there will be no love lost between us. Again, someday I will attempt to write this topic and wait to know If I have really done any justice to it.

I am listening to Postales from Namesake and I feel like dancing, singing, loving, laughing , and strangely so, evaporating in thin air. What a feeling!

How many of you like to dream ? Day- dream? I love day-dreaming. Day- dreaming is for two kinds of people. They comprise this universe. The one who turns those dreams into reality and the one who doesn't. I can safely say that I belong in both and more so in the latter. Its contrary and its saddening. I am sure If my father reads this post and my acceptance of not being able to belong to the dream turned into reality category, he would be upset. But I seem to harbour no ill feelings towards myself, which is very surprising , considering I am quite self-critical.

You know, I am feeling very happy lately, so I am going to write on something that makes me feel even happier. Master of minds is a simple topic, my attempt to decipher how much I love my mind. Slightly ambitious , but this is also my attempt to make people fall in love with their minds. I know, very ambitious. And, I'd love to know If you have fallen in love with your mind after reading this, or love your mind more or less.

Its been with me for such a long time. Its my witness to everything I have done, I have seen. It stays with me , It wants me. It grows on me, it grows with me. It tells me , It talks to me, It laughs at me , with me, it cries for me and it loves me. It demands no attention, no love, no money, no time, no nothing.No credit cards, no phone bills, no take me shopping pleas, no I don't like your mother and no I need my personal space. Wow! My mind is definitely not a woman. Having said that I also know that its not a man. It is not chivalrous, sometimes it hides beneath the dark corridors of my heart and refuses to let me in or come out. Sometimes it is too scared of my brain. Its love doesn't make my heart melt, its touch doesn't drive me wild. Its not a man.

It is an it. It is a space. Its , I think its a tree. My mind is a tree so we shall call it mind tree. And its not subroto bagchi, but me who is popularizing it here.

The mind to a child
I can dream. I can fly. I can make the whole world mine. I can aspire , I can inspire. I cant locate where it is though.

The mind to me
I have been the happiest in my mind. I have fallen in love in my mind. I have made love in my mind. I have bathed myself in gorgeous blue - green water, looked at the moonlit sky and have felt my beauty in my mind. I have won over you, I have fought with you in my mind. I have gone red in my mind. I have apologised in my mind. When away, I have been thinking of you, falling for you in my mind. I have been talking to you in my mind. When sad, I have been crying to you in my mind. I have been a mother in my mind. I have been a lover in my mind. I have played many roles in my mind. So much have I done in my mind that I think I am quite a success.In my mind. I am powerful, leader-like, superb, beautiful, flawless, awe-inspiring and so much more. In my mind.

I am in my mind so much so that I feel my mind deserves the most beautiful place in my body. Very close to my heart. For sure. Very close to my breast. Sometimes, as a woman you tend to think from multiple locations. Hence.

No, Its not been a great attempt but I am excited thinking of the next time I get to write this topic all over again.