Definitely maybe or maybe definitely? Well, there is a difference.

MAYBE.
The dictionary says, you can use this word for anything, it can mean yes or no or just an answer because you cannot be bothered making up anything more elaborate.
This permutation and combination of five alphabets has immense meaning hidden within it. Maybe not. Maybe yes.

Maybe there is no darkness, just the absence of light?      
Maybe there is no death, just the absence of life?
Maybe there is no hate, just the absence of love?
Maybe there is no fear, just the absence of courage?
Maybe there is no bad, just the absence of good?                                       
Maybe there is no maybe, just the absence of definitely?   


Maybe there is nothing like good or bad. How does one define good or bad? With reference to something. A reference is a criteria to be met to categorize something as good, bad or ugly. Everybody has a certain reference. In that case, won't everything be just & fair? Again, just and fair with reference to something?
We can't actually judge someone/something and categorize them, because with reference to something, they are doing the right thing.
Maybe all these don't seem omnipotent to you? Maybe it's your reference that doesn't put this in the 'Important' column.

Maybe our whole life is a dream and we actually wake up when we die? Maybe the Sun is just a huge battery that is made of fuel cells that never runs out? Maybe there is something spectacular beyond it? Maybe we have been distracted from it, just so that we don't go towards the same? Need a reference?
Well, here it is. Just like a bait you set up for a rat. Cheese in the rattrap.

Maybe we are the actual disease causing organisms and the pathogens, the actual healthy ones?
Maybe we are programmed to hear, see, speak only what we want to and not what is actually present?
Maybe the mirror doesn't form our image and instead exhibits somebody who stays within it?
Maybe what I'm typing is not actually getting typed and somebody else is editing the whole content?
Maybe what we speak are not languages? Maybe the microscope just comes up with some aberration and we assume it to be an enlarged image of some tiny organism?
Maybe, just maybe, we might be..

Travel & Unravel.

Traveling always leaves us with something new. Travel need not always be a long one. In fact, short trips like the one you take through a public transport can turn exciting and sometimes make your day too.

 A wide variety of people accompany you. And then comes the best part of it. You start predicting them, making up stories about where they are going, about the state of mind they are in, their gestures and everything that your mind comes up with. 

A little boy with full of enthusiasm maybe on his way to finally buy a bicycle he longed for. Or maybe the girl hooked on to her mobile phone is just a few kilometers away from meeting a childhood friend. Or a lady who has dozed off is done with her work for the day and is too tired to even miss a quick nap. 

Or a baby staring at the silly faces you make has just no clue what you are trying to do but gives a little innocent smile, and you assume you are such a good person. Or the uncle with frowned eye brows probably had a bad day at work. Or the little girl who constantly looks at the window pane is trying to ponder whether her new hairstyle suits her. 

And then comes your destination. All the assumptions and predictions about the people who accompanied you are left there. A new atmosphere, next set of people to predict and entertain your brain for a while. 

Maybe, just maybe, somebody was predicting me as well? What were their thoughts about me? Probably I am a subject to somebody's write up as well. Provided they had time to spare on thinking and could afford to sacrifice upon the Candy Crush saga/ Pet rescue Saga/ Whatever saga.. 

First moment..

The early morning hussles are a great scene to watch. 

Note: Only to watch, never to experience oneself. 

Electric roosters (alarm) waking up souls who 

wish the night passed by a little slower. People having a mind war between getting up and cozening in the bed with their soft & comfortable blankets.

 People jogging, taking long walks and exercising with their grandchildren who are not yet enrolled in school and seem to enjoy waking up early, having the least bit idea that very soon they are going to hate the same. Kids seated behind in their parents vehicle with red and drowsy eyes longing for sleep but being raced against the chilly wind to get to school. 

Some others fast asleep in the office cabs after their dreadful shifts sacrificing upon the beautiful sunrise for the much awaited nap. 
The aroma of a variety of food stuff being prepared in homes. From South Indian, North Indian, Chinese,Japanese, Thai delicacies to the simplest 2 minute maggi (I have never been able to cook it in 2 minutes though).My personal favorite being the enchanting aroma of filter coffee. 

Birds out on their journey for the day. The sky with its rose tinted color patterns mesmerizing you and persuading you to run for your camera so that you can capture, share with some random hash-tag added quote. The traffic soars to its maximum pissing off people who just want to see the yellow light. Yes, we Bangaloreans take yellow as green and are so restless to make a move. 





Meanwhile in some other part of the world, people are having a sound sleep with the same cycle of events after a few hours. 

Buzzing bee, just another one or a deep metaphor?

Honey bees.

To a 6 year old child, a honey bee is a beautiful object for a drawing. To farmers, environmentalists, an organism that is a huge source of income & ethical importance. And to me? A subject to write about.

Mid summer afternoon. Something indefinitely related to summer are the power cuts. One such day it was. Humidity at its peak, sleepy head, uncomfortable weather pattern and a clumsy mind.
In shoots a honey bee straight into my room, through the window pane, assuming itself to resemble Superman, Spiderman, whatever-man who could possibly fly so gracefully and leave you dumbstruck.

With the bee accompanied it's buzzing. ZzzzZZZzzz.
 What does it imply? Is it muttering something because it flew into the room attracted by shades of blue & peach of the walls or probably hoping to find sweet nectar & in turn found nothing but a homo sapien  (I'm a biology student, like to complicate simple things, Yes, Homo sapien as in a human)who instead of showing it the way out, is busy filmming the life history of a honey bee in the mind. Poor honey! Fallen into the rattrap, maybe flower-trap, no,color-trap.

It races across the room. Still hoping to find something worthwhile. Hope. Yes, hope. The biggest of all that induces a sense of euphoria. Well, there I drift again. So, back to the bee. It races, It buzzes. In a different rhythm this time. Again, mutterings? Maybe not.

The human mind! Travels faster than the speed of light. The homo sapien finally realizes it's time to let the honey bee out. The window pane slides & out shoots the honey bee, back to its habitat. To its rose tinted sky, to its flowers that provide the sweetest nectar. But this time, the honey bee bids goodbye without a buzz. Without a thank you. That's rude. What was it even thinking?

Well, the human mind starts buzzing again. . .