Thursday, May 19, 2011

One of those days

Ever had one of those days? When it feels like someone put a hand in your gut, pulled out your intestines and twisted them in funny but gross shapes. When something titanium-like seems to be weighing you down. When you're walking and you wished the road just went on and on. And you could just keep walking. Without a thought or a reason. When you have so much to say that silence seems an easier way out. When good food doesn't do the trick. Nor does ma's call. It was one of those days. Sigh!

Wednesday, May 18, 2011


A mug of beer is good for processing your thoughts. It provides clarity.
If you're still reading the book you were reading three months back, either the book is trash or you ain't a reader.
When you dance like no one's watching, that's freedom. If you haven't done it yet, you don't know it yet.
If you have a long bucket list, its a good thing.
If you have a long bucket list, but you are spending day after day doing nothing, that's a cause for concern.
If you haven't asked someone out yet, you still don't know what being nervous is.
To apologize and to actually mean it is tough.
To admit you are wrong is also in the same league of tough.
We get over everything. Time doesn't heal, it just makes your memory woozy.
Travel like the world is going to end tomorrow. You don't know what you're missing.
Keep notes. Of good memories. Age and memory are not on best of terms.
We'll never learn how to balance altruism and selfishness.
We'll never learn how to let go.
Complacence is a killer.
You're never too old to be a rebel.
Advice in sane doses is a good thing. Don't overdo it.
Two weeks to cover all that you want to see in Europe is insanely less.
Backpack with a map. Rugged travel is how I define cool.
Everyone is possessive. If you think you aren't, you just haven't found someone/thing you are that fond of.
Don't cheat. Because karma is a bitch. She'll get back at you.
Have atleast one vice. Being good is unbearable sometimes.
Money comes and goes. If it makes you happy, let it go.

We all have a defined line of thought. A set of rules we live by. Some are vocal like I am, and some keep it to themselves. I could keep adding to this list, but its mundane to keep dishing out obvious truths or my perception of the truth. At the end of the day, its simple maths. If the result is a lot of happiness with small lapses of misery, you did well. If not, find that mug of beer. Life's not complex, our view of it is a little skewed..that's all. 

Thursday, May 05, 2011


So I have dished up this awful awful dinner of boiled sprouts for myself. I am all by myself tonight and wondering why did I put myself through this, instead of ordering a juicy tandoori chicken leg! Bongs don't go on a diet..even pseudo bongs don't. Am just in a martyr sort of a mood right now. I had all of four lines written in this post explaining the lack of posts over the past few months. But hell, this is my space. I ain't explaining anything to anyone!

Your problems are wholly and solely your own. In your head, you probably have magnified it by a scale of 10-100 (depending on your self pity quotient) and it seems like the end of the world. This is how it is supposed to be. Irrespective of global warming and tsunamis, what we really fret over is our own skewed lives. And skewed they are. In ways, big and small. Yes, Osama died and I am glad one less from the death brigade. But you know human nature. Self centered as we all are. All I am thinking about is why my right hand won't go back to the way it was..straight and pain free. No, this isn't about my hand. Just that, we don't look beyond our own mess. Maybe its not as bad as we think it is.

As I munch on my bowlful of awfulness (read my dinner), am thinking let's cure this. People change. Altruism is still there somewhere. So big deal if things are not going right. Maybe today is not your day. Or this month ain't your month. On a completely unrelated note, you know what time of the day is the worst for keeping promises to yourself. Early morning! Sleep can help you give a logical reason for not doing everything you promised you would, the next morning.

There's a little bit of madness in everyone. Some call it impulse. Some call it eccentricity. Some find it when they meet other people. Some induce it in others. However it is, don't lose it. An overdose of sanity makes life very bland. Did I tell you how much I hate logic? World would've been a simpler, happier place without logic. I don't make sense today. I think its the dinner. That and my skewed hand makes me a grumpy writer. More on a happier note.