Picture 1- ANTONYMS

This picture was clicked early on a February morning in '07!

The place 'Ghosai Ghat', near Srirangapattina!

The reason I'm compelled to include this picture is the fact that this flowing stream fascinated me.

If you notice one the far end, the stream is calm, snaking it's tranquil course through maze-like islands of rocks, in no particular hurry to reach it's eventual destination. And yet, as it nears the camera, one can notice the elements of turbulence, roused from it's slumbers, it roars past, challenging any one who dares to near it.

This depiction of a quaint stream compels me to consider the striking similarity it bears to the human mind.

One the one hand, we lay about, languishing in the dark alleys of our past; soaking in the melancholy, falling in and out of the realms of reality, and even as time beseeches us, the mind drifts...

And yet there are times, the mind races ahead of the body at a frighteningly frantic pace, ideas hurtle off every ticking millisecond, you're racing, yet you're trapped by your own speed! And as you run the race, you notice that you're the only one running it! Does that make you it's winner?

The mind in all it's complexity is home to some irreconcilable contradictions!

Which of the two is better, I know not, all I know is that I need both!

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