Speaking of thoughts


Thoughts are tricky. They come at the most unexpected of times and in the weirdest of places. Thoughts have a very creepy way of getting into your head. It could be something that you see, something you smell, something that the people around you are talking about, something that you remember from something that happened once, something that you remember from something that you always wanted to happen but never did. You get the picture, right?

But of course, they don’t get into you head as a full-fledged thought!! No!! That would be too easy! They get in as a word, a picture, a blank to be filled, a what-if. Then they start niggling you like that piece of chicken that get stuck in a crevice of your teeth; something that feels HUGE when you touch it with your tongue but is just out of reach when you put your finger in. Slowly these words start getting together. They become sentences. Then these sentences start getting galvanized by feelings. Now, feelings are heavy material! They are probably the most densely packed intangible material known to man! Soon this innocuous looking thought is no longer a chicken stuck between your teeth; it’s a chicken sitting on your head. You have got to get this thought out of your head if you are planning to do anything else for the rest of the day. I also got hit by one such thought-train.

So what are my thoughts about? Hmmm… Well… They are simply thoughts about thoughts. I just came back from lunch and was picking up the strands of work from where I had left it. And… Boom! The rest, as they say, is this blog entry!