The mind is a smart bitch. It always wants you to ask for more and more and more. But when you introspect and analyze the same, it will give away instructions of not being greedy, it will tell you ideal tales of how being materialistic is negative and how life should be lived.
You'll start thinking about how you are attached to so many things around, may it be your phone, your photographs, your camera, your books, your clothes, your work etc. It will make its way to your relations and force you to believe that no one really cares about you, reminding you that you are the only one who knows what you've lived with. Immediately then you will feel enraged and disgusted without assuming that everyone else goes through the same thing.
You would want to break away from this world and go somewhere, somewhere unknown, some place where nothingness is at its best, where time walks with you, where you feel at ease.
The ripples of your thoughts grow, encircling and gulping you down, bringing you at your most vulnerable, almost killing you and making you feel encaged. Everything seems like a daze, old memories of the innocence of being a kid (you wish to be a child again where you loved being on your papa's shoulder, looking at the world) amongst many other things.
You almost smirk, thinking about these and the next moment you know is that your mum enters your room, shrieks at you for day dreaming on a fine morning, making you realize that there's a whole lot of Work to be done which you cannot undo. You sense her expectations and bother a little. The pressure of being a graduate gushes into you and the mind decides that it has to win this mini battle, because it loves being in greed, indeed.
It has a two way thinking, a perplexing game that it plays – Mind game.
I loved the concept of this 'Ode to the pranks of the mind, in prose'! You've put down the convoluted path of the mind as the master and the slave really well. Do develop the theme further sometime. This piece reminded me of मन वढाय वढाय of बहिणाबाई. After describing the meandering ways of the mind (it can be as small as a poppy seed, as large as the sky; now on ground and now in the heavens) - she wonders if our mind was made when God was daydreaming : देवा आसं कसं मन, आसं कसं रे घडलं - कुठं जागेपनी तुले आसं सपान पडलं!
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