Thursday, February 27, 2014

The bizarre thing about Imagination.

I recently read findings about how women perceive Radio jockeys to be a replacement of their spouses. RJ’s are enormously popular amongst housewives because their voices sweep into the lonely lives of these women and fill it with companionship. Women can put a face to this voice-Sketch it to their hearts wish and imagine a companion.


Finding a husband in an RJ’s voice!

The more I think about it, the more I realise, that indeed- our lives are driven insanely by imagination.

The point is that the voices in our head are much louder and play a much more important role in our lives than we probably imagine.

Its scary to come in terms with the fact that we can be so consumed by sound that it becomes a replacement for someone real-who can be touched and felt. Maybe that explains the stellar success of social networking sites as well! People just make-believe a world and get kicks out of this creation. The role of touching and feeling just plummets to the pits.

The whiny one’s increase their troubles manifold by imagining issues that probably don’t exist(:p). The over-ecstatic one’s probably double their adrenaline rush by wearing rose tinted glasses. The one’s who lack imagination end up living from other people’s experiences- which I feel is- ermmmm-staid and mundane. The only thing scarier than over-imagination is the lack of it!

Imagination is the spice of life. It can make life delightfully yummy. But the same imagination crossing limits might be a nightmare.

The right amount of Imagination leads to unparalleled freedom, happiness and excitement. How to balance imagination with reality-Ermmm.... has to be derived  from your own imagination.(:/)

Balance Balance Balance!

Coming from Alice in the wonderland- take this little note very seriously people! :D

"The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because it's only intangibles, ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die.”-Chuck Palahniuk