Thoughts on a conscious mind

Srisivan K
Sep 6, 2018 · 3 min read
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I sit at my bedroom table, as I write this. I am writing this with a Rorito Fuzo ball pen, that I found yesterday. The book I am writing this is the notebook gifted for my birthday in 2016 by my father. I am writing in it in 2018 — nearly after 2 years!

I sit back to gather ideas. I am determined not to think of anything. The thought should come to me by itself. I am sitting on a chair. I glance around my table. In the center of the table, stands an abstract painting, painted on a canvas. It consists of nearly-linear strips of paint — Yellow, taking up most of the area used — for most of the surrounding space was blank — blue and red following along. Small swatches of green paint are here and there.

It was done by my father. It was kept on my table for a sole reason — to block out the view of the plughole behind. My father likes art. He often does art. The only thing is that he does it digitally. His artworks made on 53 paper and on Tayasui Sketches span across his account in Twitter, Facebook, and Google plus, sure. But, rarely, very rarely, he does real, materialistic, tangible art.

My mind goes off — Down the artwork — supporting it stands two books. They are there for one main reason — to put the artwork in its position. They are:

  1. The Best of Wodehouse — An anthology
  2. Think Python — By Allen Downey

Right side to the books, rests an cup. In the cup rests an idyllic Reynolds Ball Pen. It is a blue pen, but falsely covered with a black cap.

Now, to the right of the books, there is:

  1. A notebook — for practicing maths
  2. A maths reference book — R.D. Sharma
  3. Oswaal question bank mathematics

I was working maths yesterday. I have some thoughts about the R.D. Sharma book. It is simply too much for a reference — we students buy references to look up important problems with explanations — which are provided in a short and sweet manner. But R.D. Sharma is big and huge and forbidding — —

“Ha Ha Ha! Look at me! So heavy!” — —

Whereas the Oswaal book is short and sweet, just as the students want it. It has important questions and explanations. But it is not like the R.D. Sharma book.

A slight irritation is causing my mind disturbance: pain on the third finger on my right hand — the one I am writing with. This leads my mind to the event that caused the pain, and the sole reason for my holiday today. It was the throw ball game.

“What!!?”

My mind seems to scream at me. Yes. It was the damn throw ball game which I was playing with Lalith(my best friend) yesterday. Yesterday was Teacher’s Day, and the teachers had left us free. So, we went to play the game.

Once in the the game, a harsh catch came to me. Now, I am not a professional of sports. I play very rarely. But this time, I wanted to give it a go. Now, when this catch came to me, I used, instead of my palm, my fingers to catch the ball. The ball bended my fingers so harshly. From that moment on, pain has been in my fingers, till today night.

The ball did not stop, of course. You little fellow!

So, I took a leave today, and was at my grandmother’s place — and got a cold for the sake. I am sitting here now, thinking of what might have happened today — what did they teach, and…

Did they change my place away from Lalith?

Srisivan K

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