Infinite Wisdom :-)

There's always a little truth behind every "just kidding"; a little information behind every "I don't know"; a little botheration behind every "I don't care"; and a little suffering behind every "it's okay!
                                                                                                                                        -Dr. Niyaz Ahmed

Lake View Guest House at the University of Hyderabad...

It is 6:00 a.m. The tranquil lake beyond the balcony at Lake View Guest House at the University of Hyderabad is basking lazily in the mist of the early morning and awaiting patiently the sun's first rays.The sun rises and the lake is tranquil still. It is silver.

When the sun starts its westward motion and reaches a crescendo in between sometime, the lake will display its shimmering bluish water flowing in a unidirectional pattern, a slow, gentle motion giving it a certain rhythm, I know. I look around the green of the earth, the tree branches hung up in the sky, beautiful criss crossing habitation of the peaceful co-existence of varieties. One of these is Gulmohur, tall, giant, its leaves fall down covering the balcony as if they like  decorating it. It is a like a meditation, a prayer watching even one of these leaves fall. They fall down happily, defiantly, for the bridal decoration of the earth. The lake bank invites me. I am greedy, but defer going to another time. The architecture of the guest house is in a meandering pattern, not seen ever, really, believe me. It is not the relatively straightforward way of buildings as is usual. Walking through the zig-zag corridors, the rooms are situated at the angles between these. The balcony offers complete privacy being separated in a zig zag way too, and the more wonderful thing is that beyond the balcony, no concrete, just the plain old woods and the lake lending a soft touch to the otherwise rough, wooden landscape. Even the room windows open outside to the lake and the first rays of sunlight come streaming and knocking inside to wake up and remind me of the lake calling. I admire and let the architect remain unknown. After all, this building itself makes him/her known.I quickly look for Howard Roark's Monadnock Valley in The Fountainhead.

It was the hills, this is the plain, though small hills are seen spread beyond the lake. Amazing how the plains now look transformed into hills, its architect in the form of Nature and a Human!!

Something to write! Hmmm!!

Well, roaming around in house at night is something one looks forward to from time to time. Not getting used to monotonosity, in the stillness of night when others are asleep, a yellow subdued light, a quiet corner, a comfortable position, an ambient room temperature and a laptop that speaks to you personally is what one looks certainly forward to. Piecing together thoughts. Watching the pure delights of words in front. A song and music running in the background.
Words do get limited, yes. But that is the beauty! An expressed thought enhances the joy of living. It is like a fast-flowing river, like Ganga at Haridwar. Flowing furiously, undulating, unidirectional. It cannot be chaotic. Without limits, yet having to keep within limits. Being given an ironical sustenance.  
An unexpressed thought! It is the real beauty. Because it has a mysterious element. Beauty is incomplete without mystery.  It is like the wind. Multidirectional, surviving the deserts and oceans alike in its path. Chaos is its leitmotif. And chaos is order in the context of an unexpressed thought.
Delving deep into the world of an unexpressed thought dancing in the stillness of night when the crescent-shaped moon is looking down at you and saying, Hi!