Lutalica

.....ഒരു ബ്രേക്ക്‌ വന്നാൽപ്പിന്നെ വല്യ പാടാണ് വീണ്ടും തുടങ്ങാൻ...ഇന്നിപ്പോ ബ്ലാങ്ക് ആയി ലാപ്പിനു മുന്നില് ഇരിക്കുന്നു. മുൻകുറിപ്പിന് ബാക്കി എഴുതണം എന്നുണ്ട്...എന്നാൽ അതിനൊന്നുമല്ല മൂഡ്‌.

There are times you feel,you can't exactly express feelings in your language and knowingly or unknowingly (in most cases) you shift to another. Whenever I feel shaken by a thought, let that give out fume, tears, excitement...I feel sort of  'take another tongue'. Okay..now that sounds good! Several tongues, several you. The Babel crowd in me. The Confusion of Tongues.

...although, we long lost the perfect word at the Tower of Babel...
And the Lord said, "Indeed the people are one and they all have one language, and this is what they begin to do; now nothing that they propose to do will be withheld from them. Come, let Us go down and there confuse their language."

...the search began there...the search led us to discovery of, dissipation of, mixing of many more..save for that one unified language...Now we are stuck with many, choosing one or another or several at a time...hoping this shall fit my sentiment. Thanks to Vimal Chandran https://www.facebook.com/vimalpaintings ...I came across 'The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows' https://www.youtube.com/user/obscuresorrows where obscure feelings met and wed their partners. There I regained Babel. The search ends. Just got words with an emotion. 

Lutalica : The Part of Your Identity That Doesn't Fit Into Categories

"When you were born they put you in a little box,
and slapped a label on it.
So they could keep things organized,
and not have to think about what’s inside.


Over time you learn to make yourself comfortable
packaging your identity in different combinations
until you feel like you belong,
and can wear your labels proudly.

But there’s a part of you that never really found a home
rattling around in categories that couldn’t do you justice.

Maybe it’ll mean that we’ve finally arrived,
just “unpacking the boxes”
making ourselves at home.

And maybe we’ll look back and wonder
how we managed to live in the same house for so long,
and never stop to introduce ourselves."


A misfit_today_starts the 24th year_of journey into_the unknown...HBD!