"A profound unmitigated loneliness is the only truth of life"
- R.K. Narayan

You never judge a book by its cover, but in the first place many a book would have been picked purely on the basis of its outward appearence. Walk into any big book shop and you find a myriad collage of countless books. If your mind is already set on a particular book then you head straight for it and pick it up (irrespective of how its cover is designed) but if you are a window shopper who is just looking around for something interesting then there are high chances you will reach out to the ones that have a cover designed to stand out in some way. For instance, I remember this kid who would only pick books with 3-D covers.

Today's world is a big book shop and we are all colorful books adorning its shelves. Walking and talking books with chapters upon chapters of experiences and expectations. Some books fall in specific categories while some are just sundry. Some are untouched and crispy new, while some have been through many hands and have torn pages underneath. Some books have printing or filing errors with text and pages all jumbled up - sometimes impossible to be reorganized back too. There are also specimen from both underworlds - artefacts conjured up with scattered bits of random paper trying to present themselves like books; and artefacts which are books in reality but have been through accidents, which completely stole their identity as books altogether. A lot of the books have the same chapters and same lines repeating again and again which make you feel there was a filing error, while some books have chapters that end so abruptly you feel the last pages were probably torn off. There is a big section on spirituality too - but sadly this is a highly misplaced section. Its only after you pick up and read that you realize most of the books dont really belong there. Unfortunately there is no authority book in the spirituality section though there are a few gems scattered here and there. And finally.. there are the cheerful books with colorful pictures and happy ending stories, these are the books with 3-D covers.

In this world of books, its mostly our covers which distinguish us from the rest. There are a few books that get picked even if they are not flashy, those are the niche ones and cater only to the reader with specific tastes. For the usual window shopper, its only the cover that matters. Our resume is our cover and how much we get noticed purely depends on how we design and present our CV (short for CoVer). Its a huge book shop out there with millions of books jostling for shelf space and quite understandably, there is rat-race among books to make their covers as glossy and attractive as possible. Every CV is burnished to make it look high-profile (Hi-Fi, in common parlance) and in that attempt it does not matter even if the facts are twisted to nearly falsifying levels. There may be a cover out there which is genuinely classy but its quickly drowned beneath a sea of imitations. We are today in a market-place where nothing is illegitimate and the only drive, aim and focus is to make oneself as saleable as possible. Everyone wants a CV that demands attention, much like the 3D book covers, no matter even if the additional dimensions lack elements of genuine disposition.

Everything is fair in love, war and a CV.
"Scratch any super-hero and you will find a monster lurking inside"..

Its a world full of dualities. For every entity, there will be an equal and opposite one that completes its existence and hence fulfills Mother Nature's strive to maintain balance. Bliss and Gloom constantly take us on roller-coaster rides. Every human emotion has shades of both the positive and the negative. For all the beauty in this world, there is dark ugliness stalking elsewhere. In such a real world where everything has a dual partner, how is it possible that a person can sometimes be left alone? Doesn't the law of duality hold for a singleton, lonely person?

I watch this single tree standing in the open paddy farm at the foot of the hills. The farm spreads evenly far and wide and in that miles of undulating canvas the tree is the only blotch. It stands there, singularly swaying to the gales and drooping to the nightly drizzle. Its been there for ages. Doesn't the tree feel lonely anytime? When they razed the forest, not sure why the farmer left this one standing but looking at its ripe fruits every season is reason to believe its not too depressed with its state. Maybe it has found company. Maybe it whispers messages to the wind, Maybe it drips dew-drop notes to the grass beneath, Maybe it touches the lives of all the paddy grains around it through its tentacle-like roots. What I presume as loneliness, is it only an outward appearence? Does the law of duality manifest itself in a whole new perspective every time? Or am I even correct in pondering duality with respect to loneliness? Maybe loneliness and duality are not related at all and just concepts from two different worlds altogether..

Am I reading too much between the lines and forgetting to read the lines themselves? Am I seeing the kaliedoscope of this world through the wrong lens and messing it further by magnifying the pseudo-image with my own self-beliefs and illusions from within?
"When you stare too long into the abyss, the abyss starts staring unto you.. "