Please Turn Over

The task at hand;
To turn to a new page.
To a fresh page, waiting to be inked
With the pen of Destiny.

Turning pages blotted with Time.
An epoch, punctuated with moments that made me.
Moments building up to this moment.
It's time to learn to fly.
Will I soar or will I fall
Is still unknown.
But spread my wings, I will,
Persuing that goal which glows hazily afar.

But it's the interim that excites,
Not the prize.
New places, new faces.
Old lessons, new tests.
The upshot, can be but presumed.
The wait, worth it.

The task at hand;
To turn to a fresh page,
To write a new chapter,
A new beginning.

Think, think, think!

When interviewed about 'Being Cyrus', Saif Ali Khan said that he was interested in the movie because acting out a character in the language which he thought in would be different.

Now, this was how long ago?...I don't remember. But ever since then, I have been trying to figure out what language I think in. It's not as easy as it seems. The figuring out part, I mean.

The first thing that you attempt to do in the process is to clear your mind so that you can 'hear' your thoughts clearly. When you fail miserably, you settle for the best that you could do.And then you listen, or at least, try to. When I did that, I heard, 'Oookaaay,what language am I thinking in?'. All right. So my mind speaks English. Cool. Matter settled.
But that was sorta easy, right? You bet!

A couple of weeks later, I was looking up stuff about the all-important Seebeck Effect on the Internet and my mother was watching a lame soap on TV. The character (a mother-in-law) was 'thinking' up of new ways to make others' lives miserable [Surprise!Surprise!]. All right. So she thinks in Hindi. Good for her. Do I think in Hindi? "Arrey, nahi yaar", I thought. Wait a sec, wasn't that Hindi? Nice. My mind is bilingual.

It doesn't stop just there. Once I did something really dumb. Too dumb to be mentioned here. And for some unknown reason, I thought of what one of my friends, who comes up with the funniest criticisms in Malayalam, would say. And I did think of something. Not only that, I continued to imagine the whole situation in my mind, in Malayalam.Great. I can't even speak Malayalam but my mind can.My brilliant brain can think in 3 languages.

Apart from this, whenever I spoke in Gujarati, I found myself thinking in the same language later on for some time. Four.

So what is the answer to my quest for finding out the language in which I think? Is there no difference between the languages that we speak in and think in? After a LOT of contemplation, I could come up with just one solution.So here it goes.

Our mind doesn't have a language. It just thinks. It considers stuff and we just know it. It Imagines. Imagination doesn't need a language. And whenever you catch yourself 'thinking' in a language, it's just you imagining of conversing with someone, maybe yourself, or even of writing something. Maybe our thoughts are our conversations with ourselves. I don't know. I am not sure. Maybe I'll never know. Maybe I will.

So as I conclude, I ask you (if you are still reading that is), what language does your mind think in?

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Confusion,
Blankness,
Frustration.
Words cannot describe the situation.

Transpose of the cofactor of the determinant?
Or cosine of the inverse of secant?
If man was bright enough to find it,
Then why was he not kind enough to keep it to himself?

His life was simple without the logarithm,
Now its complicated with integration.
Waging war with complex numbers,
Differentiating leads him to a zillion blunders.

If man wanted to share his knowledge,
Why didn't he do it with ready minds?
Instead, he boasted about the measures of dispersion,
Forcing upon others his bloody finds.

Confusion,
Blankness,
Frustration.
Can words describe the situation?

Forgive & forget?...wat da crap!

So u hav a really bad experience rite? like ur frnd completely backstabs u or somethin like dat...n wat dyu do then?...say a lotta of mental swear words (and a few verbal ones too) n maybe show 'the finger' n walk off promising never to speak to dat person ever again...ya?...well u'r not da only one...( duh!)...so u r walkin nw...fuming no doubt...gawd knows when so many swear words crossed ur mind in under 30 seconds da last time...u reach whereever it ws u planned to reach...n then u ponder...(or maybe nt)...but wateva...my point is dat at one instant or the other, the famous proverb thingy 'forgive n forget' comes across ur mind,rite?...nw i'm not really sure of who exactly came up wid dis idea so lets call da dude (assuming its a guy) Mr.Speeks Crahp(no pun intended)...now my theory is (like u care!) dat a long,long time ago Mr.Speeks Crahp had noffin to do one day n so he thought 'hey...y dont i come up wid sumthin dat dusn't make any sense at all n let the human race follow it for all eternity?'(evil laaf/dumb grin)...n dat's exactly wat hapnd...

Y do i think dat it dusnt make any sense at all u ask?well coz it dusn't(duh!)...u see, God made humans-man n woman he made em...n da only reason dat v hav managed to evolve frm the neanderthals dat v used to b is coz v learnt frm our mistakes...like, fire is hot n dusnt feel nice whn u touch it,so dont touch it...or when u walk off da edge of a cliff,u fall down n break every last bone in ur body n probably won't realize it coz u r dead n all...da point here,ppl, is dat v hav been given dese very enlightening experiences so dat v learn from em n dont repeat em again(unless u r a retard of cors)...i mean,wat's da whole point of having an experience if u dont gain anythin out it?...as it is,forgiving is hard enuf and on top of it Mr.Speeks Crahp here wants us to forget abt it?...talk abt an emotional ripoff!...

Forgiving n stuff is cool...good fr da whole karma thingy...but i think dat the 'forget' part of da proverb is a whole lotta bull (are u readin dis Mr.Speeks Crahp?)...so ppl,go ahead...forgive all u want...but neva forget!(oOoOoOo)