Bad

No one's perfect in this world.... situations don't let us be. To attain perfection is to attain a perfect sense of judgement but there is no such thing as perfect judgement because every situation has flip sides.

At times, we need to make judgements, decisions and these may not fit well with the standards of morality or the wishes of our near and dear ones. As there is no visible moral police that guides our moves. Our own sense of morality is more often than not blurred by the bias of self-satisfaction.

So, that's how bad people are born!

Hmph!

Talked to Vinny yesterday. She is still her bubbly self. I am still my charming self but still, there's something between us that's missing. Funny how life creates these voids which only heal with time. You cannot try to create the chemistry yourself, chemistry creates itself; that's it! If all goes well, I'll be leaving for Bangalore to wish her a happy birthday....

We talked for about an hour.... there was so much to catch up to but we were not rushing it....! That's a good thing.

Ok... that's it for now.

Reading habit.

Sometimes we project ourselves as people who we want to be or who we want to be like. I am an example. I don't think I read or have read enough to claim myself as a well-read person. The first few lines or pages of a novel... knowing the names of 19th century English writers doesn't make me who I want to be.

Reading a book requires some amount of patience and a lot of dictionary work... which is not my cup of coffee. (I like coffee over tea.)

Reading a bad book requires none of the above but, c'mon... I have to develop a taste. I mean J K Rowling and Chetan Bhagat might be the current hot shot favourites but, they cannot help you if your expectations are comparing them with P G Wodehouse and Thomas Hardy.

I wish there was a shortcut for this....

Not for you to know...

Well, I have failed to understand people and how miserably! It is not as extreme in everyone's case as I think. It is not always best friends or no friends, friends or enemies, enemies or nobodies etc etc... with everyone.

I think I tend to over-react at times. She doesn't love me. I don't get any love signals. Why do I have to ask "WHY" always. It is a fact, not a theory.

Anyway, that's gibberish for the uninformed... hehehe...

I watch Bachna Ae Haseeno today. Movie's good. Good romantic movie. Ranbir's a star already!

Introduction

Here I won't try to be artsy-phartsy. This is the place where I will try to be more regular on the cost of being cool and intellectual.

So.... without further a due....

When you love something.........

Absence of something sometimes makes us crave for it… may it or may it not hold any significance in our lives. We may want to have it by our side, let it just sit there without being of any use to us. Absence and more so, pronounced absence is the mist that makes the free flow of thoughts in mind difficult.

What we like belongs to us and what belongs to us should sit right by our side for ready reference. When you like something, one half of you tries to own it and convinces the other gullible half that it is already yours. Ancient Hindu wise men had realized this mind-play long ago and ever since have tried to preach about detachment and contentment through scriptures.

A variation of this peculiar behaviour is when you like something or someone and assume that (it) should belong to you. Repeated telling convinces the mind that you do deserve governance over it in lieu of the love you oh so quietly shower on it. But love, dahling, is exceptional. It cannot be governed, it cannot be generated and in some instances, it does not exist at all.

Love deserves more than it gets but, it is true only when it goes through dismay. Proving your love true is insignificant and without proving your love’s mettle, you don’t deserve it. My love for paradoxes doesn’t stop here, but I should as I am getting late and you are getting bored.

Love,

Abhyudaya

Cerebral Warts

This post is titled "cerebral warts" because it constitutes of warts that are.... well... "cerebral" as in "the virtual outgrowths of thoughts from my tiny intelligence".... yea baby! I like abstract terms.

Ok, time for the outgrowths to show up-

As someone brought it to my notice-- I have something in me that lets people share bits of their own selves with me. So, pondering over what "it" might be, I am about to get lost in this gigantic cerebral jigsaw puzzle. Come with me and I'll try 'n show you around what goes on in my brain factory. The main difficulty is going to be that the narrator of the scene is the same person who wrote the scene i.e. my brain so, the views are going to be very biased and the outlook is going to be *very* restricted. You can compare this post to a painter describing his own art while having in the back of his mind the fact that every critic might be seeing his art differently.

Anyways, enough abstract stuff. Here is what I think-

The reason why I think folks are comfortable being their own selves with me (I am not sure how to put it in a better way) is because I wear no faces and I, contrary to popular practice, enjoy the path more than the destination.

As Ruskin Bond (my favorite author) believes and I'll paraphrase ('cause I don't remember his exact words):- the fun is not in reaching the cliff quickly and coming back down with another mission in mind; it is in enjoying your path and appreciating the butterflies AND the rough rocks on your way.

My point hasn't come out clear yet. My point was that I love and enjoy my mistakes as much as my successes (rocks and butterflies example). Of course, it feels bad when you goof up but if you let it be known to others that you've goofed up or are about to goof up... something.... some virtual energy gets transmitted into you. The energy roots from others who know that you are prone to embarrassing/ boring/ weird situations just like they are. C'mon, that's what makes us humans.... we all are (prone to breaking down in situations of different kinds). This energy that others give you, strengthens you and provides you with the courage to stand up again and fight.

But, the transfer is not a one-sided affair. Once you receive the courage to make mistakes, others hold you in debt (not consciously). They make you pay for it by watching them make mistakes. The energy you give them lets them laugh at themselves which is the ultimate favour they can do for their own selves and also others.

Please note that this is not a conscious decision. This cannot be a conscious decision, actually. I did not plan anything, neither did I think before making friends. Cerebral warts have a limit and they cannot grow out and show up on your head. It just happened and I am lucky to have it happen with myself and my friends.

So yea, next time someone calls you "stupid", "an idiot" or "silly".... I guess, you should take it as a compliment.

OK.... I guess, it's enough for now. If you've made it till this end of my post, there is something seriously wrong with you (which is a good thing).

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Dazrah said...

I am overjoyed to know that there is something seriously wrong with me & am literally giddy in having you as my friend! Great Wart…thanks for sharing

2:52 PM, December 04, 2006

Anonymous said...

I have something seriously wrong too.........
I love your writing...I expext to say someday I knew you when. Hugs & bloggy Love =)

6:11 PM, December 04, 2006