Being Manic.

      Manic is a term used often for psychologically recognizing a mental disorder.

"A manic episode is characterized by period of time where an elevated, expansive or notably irritable mood is present, lasting for at least one week. These feelings must be sufficiently severe to cause difficulty or impairment in occupational, social, educational or other important functioning and can not be better explained by a mixed episode. Symptoms also can not be the result of substance use or abuse (e.g., alcohol, drugs, medications) or caused by a general medical condition." (medical source)

     If you find anyone of these symptoms in yourself then you are a manic. It is also said that the person suffering should not be treated as a patient but rather it is also sometimes found in persons having great artistic abilities. Although the person finds it hard to get accustom to the social society because of his or her behavior which is continuously changing and hard to be understood but the person is harmless.

      The difficult situation arises when we have to have a perception about a manic person. He is never mad. 'Mad' is a relative term, commonly used to define people who are hard to be understood. And often those for whom we are of no match. As indictaed a person having manic disorder is always indulged in goal oriented tasks. They are busy in their life full of goals they have set for themselves. They are busy contemplating the world which seems just marvelous through their eyes which can see the beauty in the vain grain of sand; becaus eof their artistic abilities and other abilities they are endowed with. Simply we find them different, very different indeed.
      The purpose of this post is not more just the words to be said and are to be written.

If you cant stop time, let it pass.

If Time is not itself a problem, than mostly it is a solution. There is a principle in this world; Every question has an answere. No matter what question arises on the road to death, you have to have the answere for it in your mind. If not; every one can search it inside their souls. And they must find the answeres to all those questions they are going to face, in order to justify their every step and their whole life and make the heart be in peace. Couple of years ago, i was faced by one such question. And it was an obsessing one. It was a question that never gave me enough room to find the answere for it. Nor i was left with enough strength to go in search of the answere. The question was, 'Why i dont wana commit suicide?'. Everyone of us have the answere for this questions. And even more than one answeres. i had no answere for this question! No one by my side! Nothing helpful! Nothing hopeful! Faithless and helpless! I spent 2 years in this state. I spent this time alone.Didnt bother to find about friends. For that they couldnt help me. No one to advice. The new people i met during that time, i tried to seek their help, just to be seen as a wondering, pointless, and aimless guy. I went for the things that matter not for anyone else. I kept gripping the thoughts that were profoundly attributed to my dreams. I seeked the aproval of GOD. He didnt answered. But he did gave me a sign, but nothing more helpful. I tried everything in my aimlessness but actually i never had an answere to the question that was always there in my mind. Then what helped me out? It was 'Me. I, my self' Neither i had the hope, nor enough courage to take any sort of risk. But i was realy very well aware that i cant stop the days. So i just let them pass; Doing what i thougth to be a part of my dream, what i thougth would get me closer to the answere of that question. With the time my obsession was tranformed into enthusiasm. And as i kept acumulating the enthusiasm it made my aim vivid in front of my eyes. And as i kept wathing my aim it brougth the light of hope glimmering in my eyes. I my soul felt the peace of satisfaction. When i got the answer why i dont wana commit suicide. So it was all the coustesy of time. The courtesy of those two year where i learned how to discover the answere for the question. Time was the real solution.

Scrape from a book.

“There was a small village in a far place. The population was also very meager. No man had ever walked out to any other place. The people were illiterate and very prudent. Fortunately, one day an aircraft, strayed from its way, passes over this village. In the meantime a box happens to fall from the plane down to the place where the children used to play. Seeing this all of the children ran away to tell the others about the happening. In a short time a large crowed was gathered around the box. Everyone was surprised and afraid at the same time, whispering among themselves.
      Children were hoping that the box might be enclosing some sort of toy. Girls were keen to know if any developmental project is due to start in there village, hence allowing new people and men into the village; While the women of the village were greedy to find dresses and jewelry. The men needed tools for the work. And the elderly wanted to see anything they can tell the others about. But, being illiterate, no one dared to step ahead and open the box.
      While everyone was held back by the fear of some unexpected disapproval, a boy, who was previously playing with his friends, came after seeing the gathered crowd. Overthrowing the just established aura of the moment he knelt down and opened the box to find a bunch of balls. He picked one and went away to play with the ball with his friends.
 ‘GOD is generous towards the children. His gifts are often bestowed upon the young ones and innocents’ listening this, from one of the aged men, all of them then went back to what they were previously doing.
      Next day the same thing happened, but this time it was a man who steps ahead and opened the box. The box now exposed a pair of axes. The man returned home happily. It was then remarked that ‘No one can choose himself to be lucky, but the luck chooses the one for the gift’.
      Yet another day the same thing happened. By then the rumors about the happening were getting deluded by the fear, which had raised the suspicion and people, as the coincidence repeated itself, were getting afraid when they were amazed at the same time. That day a woman had found dresses and jewelry inside the box. For their superstition and fear the box was now considered to be magical or the play of a devil. The elderly tried to forbid the others to heed for the desire. But the same thing happened few more times and people were very amazed to find their needs come true.
      At last when nothing fearful occurred and things were considered to be real and safe, one day an elderly man, who was among the ones who used to forbid the others from opening the box, got a chance to open the box. To his discontentment he found nothing inside the box. Everyone returned without an expression on his face. After that day no box was found again and the coincidence never happened again.
      Things turned normal and everyone with his longings was still hoping for the same thing to happen. But quickly the fact was believed to be a coincidence or a magical play. The old men again got a chance to say what they wanted. And the others had nothing to say in the reply, no matter what they believed.”
She concluded the story.

Chaos in a sea is nature's sign.

“Sometime we are standing at the edge when a failure happens to strike. It doesn’t matter if we have just set off or if we are about to reach the other side. But the waves of it are sure to hit the ground where we stand and what we believe in. The faith is the ground where we stand for whole of our life. If the ground didn’t prevail against the waves it will be drowned and you are at the verge of losing your own identity. But if your faith is strong enough then you will see that the waves were never defying the ground. Rather they have their own chaotic nature that belongs to the Sea, the ‘Life’. Waves move in there own chaotic way without any particular direction and are not directed towards the ground. In the same way as they travel towards the ground the waves also converge at the point where the stone strikes but no one notices that, for that the waves converge and disappear in the next moment of the contact. The stone has been overlaid by the same waves but is it wise to let yourself drowned in the same water?”