Intiation

I have this wish or so as to speak desire to explore the intricate tangle of human emotions. Their mind. Their brain. For the incredible function of this tiny organ enthralls me to no end. What was before a tiny speck or curiosity has grown into blatant interest. And I intend to follow this path.
I claim to be no great expert. Nor am I an ametuer. I am worse yet better. I simply want to know. Explore. Experiment. Unravel. Simply know. The curiosity of an ignorant child.
Had I gone into the medical stream I probably would have taken neuro dept. . Tiny little nerves. A tangled mass. A little organ. The brain. Favourite food of zombies. Isn't it simply exhilerating? The way it functions. Simple yet complicated.
It has the capacity to create new personalties. Capability to soak and take and never exhaust. We are using just one percent of this magnificent organ. Why not total? I wonder is it simply because we can't bear the strain of truth yet. Because then nothing and nothing will be beyond our grasp.
To be contd..

Fear

What makes us afraid? What feeds our terror? Of course it is fear itself. But what determines the factor? This disability that simply freezes us without any physical trauma. It paralyses our nerves. Drives even the most efficient mind to realize it is nothing but a tangle of flesh.
Every human emotion is a matter of great interest to me. Last night as I was walking through a dark lane.. my feet started to speed up. I wondered at my body's reaction. Because clearly a mental uneasiness was manifesting into a physical reaction. So I asked myself.. why?
I am not psychitrist or a scientist. I don't know the answer. But I want to. So I will simply search and scrutinise them. You are welcome to any sorts of contribution.
So back to the question. Why do we feel fear? Options:
1.Is it a defense mechanism of the brain?
Meaning the brain recognises some factors as potentially harmful. And incites this emotion to protect itself.
2. A repulsion from the unknown?
Unknown : we don't know. We don't know what it is. What it will be. What it will do to us. We establish a hostile response. Which in turn creates a fear.
3.survival instinct?
Anything that threatens ourselves. Implies fear.

So what do you think people? Why do you feel afraid?

Loss

What do you do when you see hope rotting in front of your very eyes and you are unable to even scream?
When a cold wind sweeps the life away and you are frozen stiff.
When all that you strived for withers in a cruel stroke of fate and all you can do is watch.
What do you feel when your future melts into a meaningless glob and you can't even shed a tear?
The helplessness in the face of your dying dreams is an agony incomparable to thousand blows. The hopelessness to able to do something,anything. Everything gone,lost. Forever.

Arrogance

Arrogance of a fool is a death sentence waiting eagerly. Yet another arrogance that is a recipe for survival. The smug smile in the face of grim. The pride that no matter what the head never bows. Those who have lived solely based upon the smug arrogance will never heed the words of other fools. Because it was this arrogance that fed when food was scarce. The same arrogance that smiled when fate broke the spine. The pride that laughed when the soul was ripped apart.
What matters to these fools the most then? The need to keep the head high and shoulder straight in the face of dire agony. Because for them defeat is more painful than any torture is.
These are the fools for whom death is nothing but another interesting adventure yet to be explored.
These are the cautious ones that open their soul to none ; they can't afford to break , so much to do.. so much to think.
They aren't afraid of anything. Even if they are they won't show it to you. Their arrogance won't let them. These are the fools who think too much then work to keep away from thinking.
These are the fools that are most dangerous. For nothing reins or can rein them. They are unchained , unbridled. Free from human emotions. But not animals. They are gracios and sophisticated. Very politely shaking your hands. With a hidden smug smile.
They might be found anywhere. Beware of their innocence. And the loud silence.