“Bargaining With Strangers” , looks like a suitable title for a newspaper column, but what are the three above words doing in my head? They must mean something related to me after all these are my thought creations. So keeping aside my exhaustively desperate state to rightfully create something which I can be proud of and cherish as my worthy achievements, I have actually begun to think that somehow my mind has given me some clue as to where I should go next? It is a shiny, over ambitious and beautiful target though, I am perplexed as to what other motivation or driving
force is required to fuel me with energy enough to execute the long list of ideas I am sitting on top of.
Very profoundly this all points in one direction and when I look over I am amazed to see the labyrinth through which I must pass to get to the sacred flower of my sanctuary.
The dark side or so we choose to call it generally is just a mask for me. I think it is just a side , it may be dark for some and something else for others. It is like antimatter, if not found, it is nothing to be thought of, but once discovered there is always a desire to combine with it and get annihilated. There we are sitting with our eyes shut floating in the vacuum , breathing in and out no gases but only ideas and thoughts, and marveling astonishingly at the tremendous powers of this dark side. This annihilation generates powers beyond our comprehension, it leads us astray on to the right path and lowers the light enough to make it visible.