Reflections

Life has not been a very good teacher... it lets us choose and maybe that makes things a bit complicated, because we see it through unseasoned eyes and green thoughts. I am not sure if that's a good or a bad thing but it gives us enough room to contemplate, to analyze, and to reason. But then again there are times when I wish there was a way to simplify other's perception. It is positively hard to make the capricious mind to decide... but it is their choice.. really. Life has to be lived in a way unbound, unrestrained... only then one knows what it really means. It is beyond beautiful flowers, shiny stars, lovely women, everything, and everyone... it is all about the self, freedom, love, about the magic that thoughts give birth to, about you knowing what you need to know, about standing your ground and respecting decisions. It will definitely be a hard task but I am not here to live easy. I am pretty sure nobody believes nobody ... maybe one is being too honest. Maybe that's a good thing and maybe that's why it is cursed.

Why do we complicate? That will remain the unanswered. Humans have become a subject of pathological interest to me. And I can't seem to think of them beyond that because they have given me reasons to. It is not hard to see through eyes blurred by vanity, stupidity, and thoughtlessness? I feel almost glad to be an "alien".

Learn to live in your terms when you know you are doing the right thing; the consequences mean nothing. They will seem trite in a matter of a decade or two for others but that's the beauty of it. Eternity will give up but things I created will stay. I'll have the last laugh. Listen. 

The Handbag Adventure

There are days when I look forward for some adventure... I do it almost everyday because I do not conform to same ol' mundane tasks one does daily. When I look around, nobody has time for themselves... and you ask what is hell? Surely, mister... you must be kidding me. Having said that, I would like to tell you that having too much of misadventure in the name of adventure can get you into a lot of (what we technically call as) "shit". Read on...

It was a just another day at office (although I really prefer calling it something else... its a fun place!)   and I was just thinking to myself, "Sigh! What's different about today?". Well, someone did hear my thoughts.... Shruthi, Nivy, Ajit and I had come down after closing the office and as soon as Igo to my vehicle I notice a handbag lying on the footrest... like it has been there ever since I bought the vehicle. I called the others and showed them my discovery... a harmless handbag... harmless because it didn't contain any bomb or a suicide note. But later it proved to be a mini Pandora's box anyway. Why you ask? The lady, who had been robbed, was looking for a way to contact her husband and she had no way to 'cause her cell phone was int he bag. When we reached for the cell phone we were pretty skeptical to answer. One of us finally did, and apparently the person on the other side was trying to get in touch with his wife for quite a long time and there is no response. It was an odd situation; nobody knew where the lady was, and she had a car. It didn't sound good, not one bit. If she was robbed she could go home and inform her husband of the incident. We were kinda spinning out a real juicy story for ourselves anyway.

In between all this, I had a fight with dad as he thought we just involved ourselves with something that we shouldn't have. I have had arguments with that man, but this one was pretty ugly. And the more he tried to yell at me, the more I decided to stick to my decision. He didn't want me to go to the cops and I thought it was important to know if that lady was safe. Dad already was frustrated with me doing social service after my graduation, so this was not unexpected. We finally decided not to go to the cops when Shruti got a call that she is home and that she was fine and that they'll come over to the office to claim that wretched bag. Funny thing that she had to keep a diamond ring in that bag! Well, its gone and so is the trouble of getting yelled every time I take a decision by myself. The lady came to the office the next day to claim whatever remained in that bag of hers.

Argh! "Grown-ups"!!