There are 2 drafts that I never finished and posted. I am not completing them anyway. Each time I am back to blog, I have this urge to start on a fresh page. My diary would look the same. Lots of unfinished business. But it should be a new plunge each time.
The same thing will happen to a lot of stuff in life. Awkward conversations abruptly let go. Long tiring books, stopped at Pg 138. Your daily expenses that you thought you would track. Chuck them all. There shall be a new day, a new way.
And then there are something that we finish, we like or not. Tax filing, filling time sheets, folding laundry, making tea, applying mascara. I wonder why? Is it that things we enjoy sometimes just lose steam and die an untimely death. And then we cannot go back and bring it to a definitive ending. Or that even if they are half way through we can stow them away, and not many people will notice or care. It is only us. And we are not answerable to us.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Show off your Philosophy Kabhi Kabhi
The concept of life should be simple and linear- Today was better than yesterday, because it is a cumulative of past experiences and the present. On the same lines tomorrow will be better than today. No matter what. No experience should subtract the pleasure or the beauty of what is already there. Just an additive world.
It should be so that we can be thankful for things that did not go wrong, that we do not take the "business-as-usual" for granted. For the usual is so comforting, like the taste of mashed potatoes.
It should be so that the day tires us out that we are left with just enough time to sleep. And that vacations take people to some place nice. Looking back time should have flown, because good times move fast.
Some train journeys should be done alone. Relatively speaking, one can be stationary and the world moves around, passing you by. In contrast to this life, where we haven't dared to stand still, and wait patiently.
It should be so that we can be thankful for things that did not go wrong, that we do not take the "business-as-usual" for granted. For the usual is so comforting, like the taste of mashed potatoes.
It should be so that the day tires us out that we are left with just enough time to sleep. And that vacations take people to some place nice. Looking back time should have flown, because good times move fast.
Some train journeys should be done alone. Relatively speaking, one can be stationary and the world moves around, passing you by. In contrast to this life, where we haven't dared to stand still, and wait patiently.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Coolness et al.
It has to be something big that brings you back to write. A bigness that only you perceive. No one else will ever know, like a change that happens to your state of mind, when you get up from slumber for a specific purpose only to discover with a jolt that nothing is worth losing sleep over.
That is a cynical beginning. Till a few years ago I would have smiled to see this cynicism in me. A couple of insomniac friends would read this on the their laptop window (while listening to Metallica and the likes as they simultaneously ran simulations and statistical regressions ) and would nod their heads in unfortunate agreement that 1- it was a sad but right conclusion (and that idea of bigness that no one else will never understand was awesomely fantastic and intriguing) and 2. We were the rare and cool few who got it right- an idea of a cruel life, and what it was doing to us.
Well by this definition, of knowing about life in a rock band kind of a way, all qualified to be cool. But we thought we were rare too. The once who did not think that they thought in the rock band style thought they were cool in being different, and I guess they were right in their logic too. So in the end everyone was cool and different. Suited everyone.
So is it a sign right now, that Beatles of all bands decides to sing "Let it be" to lull me into calmness. Spiritual ( and religious spiritual) that they come and tell me to drop all this hysteria over unjust life and just let it be. And to top it all, I am not changing the song. I have wizened? Crossed the other side...no longer cool in the rock band kind of a way? But conversely, cool still?
This is not the conclusion that I thought I would reach. That I am still cool :-) I thought I would claim that I am old now. While that is true, I am glad that I can sufficiently convince (or fool) myself to feel not-so-down-in-the-dumps. I can go back to listening to Dave Matthews guilt free now.
That is a cynical beginning. Till a few years ago I would have smiled to see this cynicism in me. A couple of insomniac friends would read this on the their laptop window (while listening to Metallica and the likes as they simultaneously ran simulations and statistical regressions ) and would nod their heads in unfortunate agreement that 1- it was a sad but right conclusion (and that idea of bigness that no one else will never understand was awesomely fantastic and intriguing) and 2. We were the rare and cool few who got it right- an idea of a cruel life, and what it was doing to us.
Well by this definition, of knowing about life in a rock band kind of a way, all qualified to be cool. But we thought we were rare too. The once who did not think that they thought in the rock band style thought they were cool in being different, and I guess they were right in their logic too. So in the end everyone was cool and different. Suited everyone.
So is it a sign right now, that Beatles of all bands decides to sing "Let it be" to lull me into calmness. Spiritual ( and religious spiritual) that they come and tell me to drop all this hysteria over unjust life and just let it be. And to top it all, I am not changing the song. I have wizened? Crossed the other side...no longer cool in the rock band kind of a way? But conversely, cool still?
This is not the conclusion that I thought I would reach. That I am still cool :-) I thought I would claim that I am old now. While that is true, I am glad that I can sufficiently convince (or fool) myself to feel not-so-down-in-the-dumps. I can go back to listening to Dave Matthews guilt free now.
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