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Unnecessary observations

What is the thing that makes you stare at the clouds?
What makes you wonder? What and how do you create your dreams that you see at night?
They are the unnecessary observations in life, which we choose to ignore while staring.
The things which are often missed.
They don't matter to us. They are general things which compose our thoughts.
Let us take an example. Ever seen action English movies, of course you have, but have you ever noticed, that the grand piano is the most destroyed item in the action scenes?
I know that's s a silly observation, rather an unnecessary observation. But hey, it goes unnoticed.

Doesn't it hurt when something goes unnoticed? 

Now you must wonder, "should we notice everything around us?"
I'd say take every unwanted observation into account.
When you're in a car, music in your ears, eyes at the whirring road, the pavement design racing you to your destination, you in your astral form, care to look around.
The eyes capture a lot more than what we see.
Again, as we live in a greedy world, the race is about who spots what.
This world has clearly sold itself into greed. Honestly, the word shouldn't have been associated with the word "race". Because it is not the same thing. If life was a race then there must have been a certain position or a place where a person should have reached. Agreed?(I'll be writing about life in coming days)

I happen to write without a theme. Because if you write with a theme, people tend criticise you on the basis of your heading. Like that's totally unnecessary. But, however, it also a must to give people a gist of your para. This is a pretty dumb, self-contradictory bullshit that I just pulled off. But it is 100% factual.

So the question arises, are these "unnecessary" observations that important?
Let me put it this way. Will these observations matter to you? Because they certainly construct your ideas.
So the answer is upto you to answer. 
Was it a worthwhile read?

By:   Snoop
a.k.a Shaon Bandopadhyay




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