Urbane that may be very ordinary

Between the urbane and the ordinary lies a canvas. As the urbane wants the skills modulated, defined, nurtured, polished and refined, more often to strike a resonance with the world outside, the ordinary wants to cut the boundaries and explode almost equal with the company we keep. 


They have little similarities - but their characters so strikingly unfamiliar to one another: absolutely polarised. Would the test then be to make the refined get beyond the plain? Or, allow the plain to be the pillar for the urbane to build its castle upon? Or take an extra mile to cut a balance between the two. 


The human in itself is an extraordinary repository of finest, choicest and the best. 


Amazing the skills and reserves of the power the Human is! Endowed in abandon with choices, varieties and the multiples. Elements, composites, range, depth and the order. Over that is the ability to chose, and the skills to guide, manage, narrate, synchronise and even dissect. Not just for the end of it, but delight as well. As the some take you to high of accomplishments of the esteem, the other wins a few hearts striking the matter of trust. 


Yet at the core are distinctly two: those that make the urbane and the way the ordinary is singular. 


Both are intensely captivating. But they are distinct. 


The one makes a master in a situation. The other tests the master in its plain. 


The one make bonds. The other defines relationships.


One that is the choicest best for the depth within, and the other the world loves to play their best games with.


I dont think we take one ever to give another. Yet we take both in varying measures. 


Does that then dichotomies makes our singular existence? Or is it ordinary to swing between the two.


Ah then I dance to situations, or make the world seem I am in power. I will not agree. I will say I have chosen - to be urbane or the ordinary. I will argue it was my choice.


When I do some retrospection, I may just find that it is circumstances that make me take the choice. When the choice was made, however, I was besieged. Engrossed and absorbed by the calculations and compulsions of interpretations, responses and directions that I got, almost as challenged as I could be: 


Yet then the Man is Supreme, his skills and capabilities Supreme, his creations Supreme. 


Being the ordinary naturally but a compulsive order to align the urbane.