The characters, places, events depicted in this articulate creation are purely fictional which are based on non fictional ideas & incidences. Any factual resemblance & relation, if found, to any of such characters, places, events has to be purely coincidental. Also due care has been taken while conceptualizing the connotations, nomenclatures & terminologies dealt while critically dissecting the insect of switching over from one form to another.
The pictorial representation, several content or otherwise depicted throughout the theme based in this articulate creation are for exemplary purpose & do not resemble any intentional connection to express switching over haphazardly nor any attempt of some ‘issued in public interest’ kindda stuff.
It’s been indeed, around couple of months or so; for having scribbled down some strikingly theme based articulate creation. Without giving unscrupulous reasons & excuses of being bit busy playing with numbers & hardly left with any words to play with; & jumbling up into words, even further. Indeed diving in the world of words back, quite after a long time, seemed to be bit literally like scratching heads for puzzling out with words into bunch full of letters, sentences, paragraphs & so on….Let’s get back into the world of words & conveniently dive over with that insect of ‘switching over’ the theme of this articulate creation. When the king of loneliness struggles, to accidentally miss / & intentionally skip that U turn from dead end…. Reading from eyes is like hearing from lips & speaking through ears.
Just as the volcano of discussion, debate & all kindda productively unproductive platform for expressing opinion & suggestion; erupts from a single spark of flame, be it the word of arguments or even the ravenous curiosity to dig underneath. There’s just one such thought of ‘switchover’; & yet each such thought has repelling & refluxing energy. With every thought of ‘switchover’, crops countless thoughts; which weighs beyond the pros & cons, beyond ethics & practicalities; beyond good & evil, just as the sperm fights back to do miracles.… Not necessarily, all of these thoughts are to be considered, accepted or declined; in the name of giving a second thought.
Switchover is merely not about hunting feasible options, filtering & refining alternatives, scrapping out the odd ones; in the given circumstances & incidences. Going by the googled terminology of switch over; it’s all about change over, change by reversal, change around, as to a new order or sequence switch. Forms of transformation, makeover, trending, change, swapping are all the wings of switching over & moving on….
Enlisting all such trending instances & incidences from gadgets, apparels etc; from Chawl to High Rise Towers; shuffling & reshuffling job profiles; Jelly Bean to Sandvich; Kiraana Store to Malls & Multiplexes; Retro to Remix; 2G to 3G upgrades; Mobiz to Smartphone & Tabs; Specs to Lens…. Such endless & countless reasons behind the curtain, simply to switch over from Old to Newest Trend; with the quest to make the best outta it. The bargaining is undoubtedly & by all means on both sides. If not equally & rationally, yet, balancing & just playing with ownership, authority, responsibility indebtedness, gratitude & all sort of so-called professional termos.
Some say, believe & oblige that opportunity knocks the door once, but the destined fact behind the haunted curtains; lies that, there are countless lakhs of such opportunities knocking outta thousands of doors & ringing hundreds of bells. Yet just one & only key to the only locked door of destined fortune; is hidden under the doormat carved with determined efforts of gritty productive intentions.
At times, aspiring for something more, with bit of extra stuff (beyond DreamBig&FlyHigh); ought to get on to the nerves under the calcium powered bones. Creating ruckus & tantrums, within the brain cells, within nerves, veins, blood vessels, just anywhere & everywhere. Either it’s the classy multi colored butterflies called ‘commitment & determination’, which hovers around all over in the stomach, brain & mind, consciously & even sub consciously. Until the dark black clouds of hurdles & obstacles tends to supersede & gulp down the butterflies into stormy winds & whirl around on the ground of futility.
Stepping even the wrong foot, at the right place, at the very right fraction of second; seems to be aptly convincing; while rising back with thunderous bolt from the hell down under. It’s just merely something like rolling bare feet over scattered broken pebbles; while hunting an untraced & unknown path to walk over the finest of the marbles. Without much switching over the meaning & implications, striving & quest for that pinch full extra, even with handful of dwindling choco frappe in one hand & chocolate fudge in the other hand. Crossing by with the thin line of conspicuously coated & filled with hell lot of tricks, tactics; & disturbing the flow & line of action, to grab that blinking bright star right above the head of the moon; with the blend of efforts & destined fortune; with pinch of destiny & luck by chance. By & large, walking against the odds, pays a price, just as to walk with the crowd & think & act like a odd, has its own compensatory inversely direct relation of rewards & reverts too.
Even when one bucks up & gets prepared from ins & outs; to face & tear out the full volume loudspeaker; even a silent tune playing in the tucked headsets soothes gives the signals & vibes, just to tune into the fine piece of strings & let the scrambled pieces fall in their places gradually. Having kicked back the fortune & destiny; there may be 100 reasons to stay back & stick onto the quivering & shuddering pebbles; at times with struggle, mind games or just like a lame automaton. But, at the same point of other side of the same coin, lies just 1 single reason to lure, mislead, tempt to shake everything 360 degree upside down.
The moment one accepts the blunder, of either sides of the tossed coin; one is just tempted & addicted to experiment more, so as to digest more excuses & reasons & broadening the extent of adjustment. That so-called adjustment of accepting & accommodating just anything & everything, with a flexible approach & attitude. For some, switching over & moving on is all about the ripened fruits of independence & freedom; for some it’s mixed vibes & feelings & while for rest others, it’s just blank emotions.
To lose something, & to grab better & best things, moments; lies a timeless, yet time bound puzzle of known & unknown facets of life, destiny, & beyond unthinkable. Leaving behind that ‘something’ with a scratch, scathe or simply a mark.… which may not be barely visible to thyself….but becomes seemingly visible in the mirror. Without simply regretting, rejoicing, celebrating or even mourning; the spirit of moving on, deepens the intensity of purpose & intention of having switched over. Letting the unstable mind outta freaky options, choice, alternatives, substitutes, & complementary stuffs & so on. Stretching rubber band to such an extent & even beyond by exerting limitless pressure of expectations; to tear out into pieces of shattered opportunities, splintered hope, wrecked dreams, smashed emotions & lots more irreparable stuffs.
Knowing nothing & yet, the vibes of having a golden crown over & above some diamond studded crown…. Just as the sand particles filled with intense perseverance, pours down that tiny hole of targeted goals & streamlining the best of the possibilities, the countless waves flowing somewhere close or maybe far away; are unaware about even the boundless time swiping by naively….Leaving the royal golden spoon for some gold plated platter.
Without going much into intricacies & digging much more into the words. Coz, just even the thoughts & words are bouncing & wandering to sprout into new, fresh themes for countless articulate creations & explore the best into the world of words, in the near future & always!!….
PS: Having switched over, shuffled & reshuffled words & letters into sentences & paragraphs. Leaving on this note for now…. The journey to the world of numbers & words continues in the articulate creations to be born in the near future….