An Idea Whose Time Has Gone

It has a been quite a time since a feeling of déjà vu has engendered me that pomposity , esoteric nature of scribbling has done me no harm. The way the ideas have started germinating, the way the flow and rhythm come to be associated and make their presence felt , make the sheer sententious play of ideas not at all conceited. After being pugnacious to criticism, bellicose to insular and indulgent in ideas, calm has pervaded upon me. The period of turmoil has finally ventured out , metamorphosing in it’s wake a cloistered individual who always was ( is ) the good boy impersonation . Ruthlessness , Shrewdness , Slyness , have finally made their importance felt and the importance of playing truant to the despotism of these profane influences , has finally caved in. With the battle finally being settled a monotony has overtaken the vicissitudes of life, a sudden urge, alacrity for adventure has emerged .With vent hard to find by , it has at times taken prurient dimensions adding moré to the discomfiture of others . The innate tendency to sling ideas , has of late taken monstrous proportions . The ever vacillating mind has ceased to be imperious to its owner. It seems a lull is finally settling in . But that is not to my liking. Life is all about being in full gear, being ever vigilant of the next coming and never letting these copious vagaries nonplus you . This is a sign of a man who has cultivated within him an ability to adapt and react to changes as they happen. But however be the expanse of the human clairvoyance , unexpectedness is bound to get the better of you. So like a true sportsman, you have to bow down and accept the might of the Almighty invincible .