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Back to square one...


Its a funny realization.... Of 'back to square one.' Everything seeks to be back to square one. I guess that's in the nature. How mythology talks of evolution and after traversing through ages and yugas, leads us to end of the world...oh no, this has nothing to do with 2012 thoughts...

This must be a restlessness of a sort. To understand anything, you need to go deep, know it in and out, and once you do, the proof is that you can explain it in one sentence, maybe two. It all leads back to square one.

People are always running hither tither to things and places and experiences. And in the end, they realize what they want to do ultimately in the end is to go where they began. Young people want to go to new cities, have untamed lives out of the reach of their family and people they were accustomed to..and then the daze of those days thins and reveals yearning of a sort to return home.

Kids want to grow up, Grown up wants to work, earn money, have freedom and once they do that, they realize how kinder garden was the best. Single people seek love and special someone, once they do they want to take it forward and one fine day realize, it wasn't bad earlier, or at best, want to recreate things just like before. ..you know.."we will be just the way we were..."

But there are multiple ways in which people reach back to square one. Few fight the whole concept and run further so that tey don't reach where they began. It gives them the feeling of futility...as if after so much said and done, nothing practically changed. These are the people who keep on tossing from one place to another, one job, one city, one thing to another. You know... the ones who loved food at one restaurant but never go back there and keep on trying the new ones....

..Then there are those who suddenly find themselves back to square one. They choose to go with the flow. Do what they like, leave what they don't, go ahead with whats coming up with giving direction towards what they like...and one fine day, they realize they are back to where it all began.

...Then back to square one happens to people who try and fight it from day one. Lazy people, or indifferent who just are content and want to continue in their state of rest or motion. When they find themselves drifting away from the equilibrium of beginning, they resist to continue. This effort is their way to be stale and static in the long run. It takes time and effort but they succeed.

If it is intimidating to few, to know that they will land back to where they began, come on! I am not making any universal prophecy or predicting mass fortunes. It just happens. In Vedas I have learnt how all u say and do come back to you from the universe...loosely based on the science of how energy can neither be created nor be destroyed. It can only change one form to another...

So buggers! Love or resist or even let loose. You are bound to come back to square one. After all, Earth is Round.

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  1. good observation...coming back to square one through a complicated maze of experiences is called life

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