Archive for the “Random” CategoryBack after a long hiatus. Hi. Too many things to say. Too lazy to say them all. The most memorable birthday of my life and no pictures, whatsoever. Imagine that… Disturbing images and worrisome thoughts. We know what films are releasing this weekend, but we don’t know the headlines of yesterday’s newspaper. Hungry for news, and thirsty for information. No retention, please, we’re Indian. Just when you think all the doors are closed. Just when you think life has unloaded its supply of lemons on you. Just when you think it couldn’t get worse. Just when you think fate has dealt you all the wrong cards. Just when you think there is no hope for the world. Just when you think life has been impartially unfair to you. Just when nothing more could go wrong. Just when you are beginning to lose faith in everything – you, your fate, your destiny, your family, your friends, the people around you, the world – there comes a moment. A jiffy of existence that manages to turn everything upside down. Aimless writing never really interested me. I always believed, my words on paper had to have a specific purpose. Otherwise, there was no point in putting them down. May be it was a reflection of my own skepticism, my true Gemini nature. I still don’t know whether that is right or wrong, and don’t intend to answer that question anytime soon. What I do intend to do is, write one or two lines and then let my pen (in this case, the keyboard) take over. I hate the notion that the “customer is king.” Often it gives insuperable authority to boorish idiots who don’t understand shit about service - any kind of service. A king is supposed to be royal, all powerful, et cet, yes, but he also has responsibilities towards his subjects. An irresponsible kind is a king of a state headed towards anarchy. A headless state is like an unstable compound in a chemical reaction. It soon re-arranges itself to some known ’state’. And there are, as we know, very few known states. Capitalism and free markets do not mean that everyone makes money. It simply means that everyone has an opportunity to make money. To make most of an opportunity, you have to know when it comes. To know when an opportunity comes you have to be waiting for it. The lover’s wait is the longest when it occurs and the shortest, after. In restrospect, everything becomes a thing of the past. Memories are like scars, some remind us of our bravery, others remind us of pain. Why we choose to keep the pain and forget the others is something I’ll never find out. But I hope to find it out some day… That ends my short little experiment. Did I get somewhere? Yes, a long way from where I started. Yet, it seems to be the middle of nowhere. I guess Life IS like that, most of the time, eh? Anybody know what’s special about today? Yeah, a Wednesday, but not just any wednesday, Today also happens to be the International Quirkyalone Day! Erm, ohh, and yes, also St. Valentine’s day… Sasha Cagen the author of “Quirkyalone: A Manifesto for Uncompromising Romantics” conceptualised a personality type termed a Quirkyalone. In Sasha’s words:
Odd, eh? Well, read on, there’s more!! Quirkyalones (QAs, henceforth) are not anti-love or anti dating, they are basically normal people who ‘resist the tyranny of coupledom.’ A QA generally enjoys solitude and sometimes even craves it. But that does NOT mean a QA is a loner. In fact, its just the opposite. Having spent so much time in social company, QAs need time to ingest, introspect and recharge for the next round of interactions. If you think this thing is a one-off occurence, think again. This is a movement that has spawned an entire breed of Quirkyalones, and what do you know, it will be four years strong this year. The IQD (International Quirkyalone Day) has been celebrated with much fan-fare across different parts of the world. Head over to Quirkyalone, for more details. Some of you might even want to try this quiz: Here’s what I got:
w00t!! I am lovin’ it!! [:D] Do let me know how yours turns out. Post your score in the comments section. Happy Quirkyalone Day!! powered by performancing firefox As he unlocked the doors to his room (yeah, can’t call it a home, yet…) all his loneliness seemed to creep out of the darkness. He entered the room, locking the door behind him. The darkness comforted him like an ally, a friend. He removed his shoes, undressed and sat down for a few moments, bare, almost naked. The floor was cold, especially during the winters. Each contact with the skin sent miniature electric shocks down the spine. Yet, it all seemed comforting, almost surreal. The cold tried to fight with his skin for a few moments. Then, the treacherous swine that it was, it did a one-eighty and bonded with his skin, comforting it, soothing it, lulling it to sleep. And then the explosions began, one-by-one. First came Frustration, which seeped in, throwing all senses into disarray. Then, Irritation and Anger mounted a combined attack, scattering all the vestiges of hope. Third came Cowardice, with its big mace, which it used to smash all notions of bravado and valor. Finally, Helplessness struck, filling in the gaps left behind by its allies. When it was all over, Desperation stood over the ruins surveying the conquered remnants of a broken soul. Each blow took away a little more than the previous one. The brain began closing all its functions one-by-one. Save one. From the beginning till the end, He kept hearing a laugh, that of a small child. It seemed to come from a distance. It neither grew louder, nor did it fade. It stayed where it was, beckoning him to come closer, inviting him tantalizingly, slowly driving him mad. It was the same every time, somewhere between a giggle and a chuckle, just short of being a full-throated laugh, like one of those baby videos, or ring-tones that one comes across occasionally. It dared him to come and explore, to search for it. He stretched out an arm hoping to catch it, and yet, fully knowing that he would never reach it. And then he found himself lying on the cold, hard floor. Oddly enough, he never shed a single tear. Maybe because of a false mojo, or maybe because he had grown accustomed to it. No, the latter can’t be true. He had NEVER shed a single tear, ever. He wondered why? He got up and poured himself a glass of cold water. And shoved it down his throat. He wiped off the imaginary beads of sweat on his forehead, and sat at the edge of his bed. The exhaustion took its toll and he dropped back on the bed. Lying on his back, watching the ceiling fan rotate slowly, He was suddenly reminded of the client meetings for the next day and the research he needed to undertake for his personal project. He was reminded of the post he needed to compose for his blog and about the premium he needed to pay on his insurance. The mundane took over slowly, and he shut his eyes. His sub-conscious issued a command to his brain to generate a list of To-Dos for the next day. And he ventured into the abyss. Just like that. |
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