Being

Yes, being able to cultivate the desire for writing does give you some sense of being alive.

 And now being fully aware of the fact that beings like me cannot survive without accrediting ourselves with this little ounce of self-claimed creativity; that beings like me can smile when we put a full stop to a paragraph we just wrote, with full intentions of either sharing (bragging) our knowledge or pissing someone off with all the ten-alphabet long words in the language. Yes, that is the pleasure beings like us have. Or rather a being like me has.(I don't want litigations)

Curiosity kills the Cat? Why are human beings being frightened over cats getting killed anyway? So do not laugh when I might someday use the phrase, 'Wandering and Wondering' to cover many of my scribbles. I just want to suggest and promote Curiosity in one way or the other, because we can get curious as much as we want to, now that we know only cats are going to die out of it. Do forgive me if I in anyway hurt anyone's intellectual sentiments.

So far

21 years to life and yet when i get up in the morning, i am confused as to how the day should be spent. I really do not understand why a career is important. Why does it define our life and our personality?

Cannot a man want to do a variety of things in his short life? The idea of death and the theory of nothingness post death scare the shit out of me. Still the World is so beautiful and yet so much is to be seen, explored.

Don’t mind the lack of flow in my scribbling. I am writing what i am thinking. Like a textual voice recorder or something. So yes, i would like to be a wanderer, a traveler. But then how do i earn for my travels. Can’t someone pay me for travelling the world? I would right about my travels and maybe you can sell it. Hmm. I am blank. I will stop now; I need to think of the places to travel. Because I cannot possibly cover the entire World. It’s too large and I am too small and life is too short. I should sleep. The street dogs outside bark a lot at night. Wonder what makes them. Still, the night smells so beautiful. Mysteriously beautiful. Okay, good night and if you've reached here, thanks for reading. Love.

bruised ego

The hypothesis – Somebody is manipulating my life.

Last Saturday my disoriented ego (where one does not know whether to be egoistic or not) received a little setback when I wasn't allowed to sit for the 7 am lecture for being fifteen minutes late. After hurling a few abuses (the ones you normally use to abuse professors) I came back home.

Two days back an old trek-buddy of mine called up to announce that they've (‘they’ is all the other old trek-buddies) decided on a trek for this weekend, starting from Friday night - sort of a reunion. I had to attend this Saturday’s lecture at any cost. The seed for this hypothesis was sown. ‘Why me?’  ‘I can buy a fake medical certificate’  ‘Who the hell keeps a lecture at 7 in the morning?’  ‘Why does it rain so much? ’ ‘Atheist?!’  ‘What is time management?’  ‘What am I saying?’  ‘Why me?’…. These are thoughts that justify my disoriented ego.

To signify the serious nature of this problem I will acquaint you with some facts.

I haven’t trekked with these old friends for quite a time now.

The Harishchandragad fort where the trek is due is a place where Nature manifests its mesmerizing beauty. Trekkers call it their paradise. I have been there many times, poured gallons of sweat onto its earth, got stung by a hundred plus swarm of killer bees, was defeated by a dog in a climbing race, and drank more water than anyone has on a trek.

 Last night, to commemorate the arrival of the Marathi month-‘Shraavan’, I had soup + fried-chicken + chicken-gravy + fried fish + ice-cream in the given sequence. 

 And. The professor had conducted a class test which carried marks, the day I missed the lecture.

So I did not go for the trek. Today morning I woke up sharp at 5 with all the last night’s food flooding up to my esophagus. Somehow overcoming this difficulty I reached college at 6.18 am to be welcomed by a deserted campus, people sleeping on the streets and staring dogs. Yes!! The rains were heavy since last night and as a result the Mumbai trains surely will be running late. I was fantasizing about giving the professor a taste of her own medicine if she showed up late. 6.46 – the evil pig from Angry Birds mwahahahaed to announce an SMS that declared the lecture to be cancelled, for the professor wasn't keeping well. Bang!

The Conclusion – I am distorted.