Connectivity issues

My experience with humans is way back for more than three decades now. In these many years, my connections with most of them have been decent. As a toddler, a teen, an adolescent or an adult, life has connected me with some wonderful humans. From my parents to my existing friends or colleagues, I have experienced them in many altered forms.

There are people in my life, whom I have known closely for many years now. Closeness or proximity with people does not necessarily connect you to them. Years of association are no rules for clicking with someone.

Then there are types whom ‘you’ long to be with. Your decent efforts to persuade might not get a favor in return. Your successful connectivity with the person remains a one sided network. Out of reach message follows and you have no choice but to give up just because they didn’t choose to connect with you.

The special in your life are always the kinds whom you enjoy the most with. Not really these are the ones you know the most, but certainly the ones whom you have learned the most and vice versa.

Your preferred choice of people are always the one with whom you develop an instant connectivity. A good connectivity is an indication of a meaningful association which culminates into a strong bondage.

What connects you instantly with someone is seldom a matter of your choice. The instants of little togetherness leave you with no choice but welcome the rarity. Your instincts guide you to attempt a frequent connection just because you rejoice it. Your heart speaks out to yourself what the other can hear. You enjoy the moments of visual presence as equally as you enjoy the distance. You know pretty well, even your silence can be heard. You score high on differences but you still manage to convince yourself on similarities.

A family member, a colleague, a school mate, an acquaintance, a blog reader, a friend or an anonymous…connections happen. Sometimes they get stronger, sometimes they weaken.

There is no guarantee of an uninterrupted connection. Neither there is one to get connected. Just keep redialing. Who knows a wrong number could actually be a right one!

Senescing.

And…

God was silent. He knew this did not have precedence for him to take a clue from. But it ought to have been done. Fast. With less possible thought. This creation was going to rewrite the future.

Few moments later, God smiled. His cognitive ability to conceptualize was now to be tested. He pulled out a brain and started working on it. He carefully made breaches and gracefully chose to work on each.

The first portion had to be filled with sensitivity. An area that would react and respond with a concern. Compassionate and caring.

The second hexagonal part was sprinkled with obsession. Something that would own things very closely and make it difficult to part with.

The third triangle was perfectly settled with an ounce of jealousy. More so this angle was bound to get ignited with something better which was difficult to withstand.

Next was a difficult task. This corner was supposed to be brimmed to an extent of perfection. That would never take a chance to compromise. Be it a simplest of an act.

The largest portion in the centre was meant to be aesthetically very prominent and decent. Work on this centre was fast completed as this unique portion had an ability to transform very frequently and hence God left it on its own.

God still had to work on in building love. He did it much carefully. He hid this an inch deeper. Something that would not be much obvious but still protrude as and when it cant resist.

Sympathy , Feelings, Understanding, Maturity, Compromises, Courage were equally mixed with whole a lot of tears and pasted across the cerebellum.

A little bit of smartness, humour and creativity was finally garnished over with. God was not good at balancing and hence the entire stuff now tilted towards the right. Any further small touch would have been damaging. Hence he left it that way.

And that’s how God created the most beautiful thinking creatures on this earth. Women.

(Dedicated to all those women whom I love, adore, worship, respect, ignore, envy on this Women’s day)

Disclaimer : God has been quoted as “He” in this post, since majorly everywhere he is quoted like that.

Senescing.