what is the big deal about f****** ?
i am going to write about failure(not, by any stretch of imagination, the f word you are imagining), but please dont be let down by such thoughts. it is the only way you ever have a chance of understanding life, and all the hardships that come with it. if life were easy and happy, it is utopian, and it is important to understand that all models are only approximations. there is no "ideal" case in practice. So, a perpetual machine is not possible, and so is a happy life throughout.(and content life, as an afterthought)
(also, i am not that sympathy seeking attention craving person you might think i am. i just love writing, and currently that seems to be the only proper thing happening to me.)
some interesting things you might do if you feel completely miserable:
#1 take a walk, a very long one.
#2 grow a beard.(i hope women dont try this)
#3 talk complete nonsense, and make your friends feel as though you are completely crazy.(you might be, but that is not the point)
#4 go out and play a team game. try to choke the other team.(if you lose, you have destiny to blame, or ill-luck or whatever)
#5 think of all the successful people in the world, and abuse them.
#6 try to threaten the next happy person with your cooking tips.
#7 scream in the bathroom. and drown yourself in the shower.
#8 pray that everybody else in the planet would be equally doomed, and that you dont want to be alone in this.
#9 write blogs.
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when i listen to my friends talk of life, i somehow sense a dichotomy in people's life. failure is a big word, and very relative.and the joke goes that, the more number of relatives, the more of a failure you are. everytime you walk out feeling good, there is this idiot who throws that stray beer bottle on your back, or that interview which shatters those nerves, or that grader who is at best a vulture, judging a decaying and a horrible solution that was the product of misery, extraordinary haste and days of eating the same thing again and again, and again. gauthama budha was known for renouncing hatred, greed and delusion to become the first arahant. I am not one, inspite of sharing the name.(could be the sage gauthama rishi too, but he was a ascetic too!). most of the failures are only a result of foolhardy work organization and improper planning, and in retrospect, you learn all these things. so, its technically just a glitch, or a setback. nothing permanent...
life teaches us to abandon everything, and work to seek joy and serenity. maybe it needs a lot of spiritual hardening.thanks to the current year, i am almost there! but seriously, just because of a few stray incidents, i complain as if i were the biggest loser, but when i compare myself to the million refugee victims, the thousands of brain washed would be terrorists, the number of mothers and fathers who have to put up with a mentally deficient child, the child itself, the mothers of martyrs, the lives of divorced people, the lives of people who live together yet not together, the images of pain from the torture cells, the images of people who earn as much as would a fly or a mosquito, those who live in a box, work in gutters, and the many thousands who are eagerly waiting to watch a vijay movie...
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there is this feeling of emptiness and gloom whenever i open my refrigerator-milk runs out like it was water in the sahara. Cereals lasts as long as the memory of that fully clothed girl does in a boy's mind. as opposed to micro skirts. which brings me to a very interesting topic, the length of skirts, shorts, etc. it is very fascinating to see so many women walking around with so much of clothing. it pains to see them cover so much. what's the rationale in arguing for equality when it is not possible to show that thigh muscle, those fully waxed legs, and the...let me not get carried away, because men definitely dont get carried away by such things. they have better things in mind(i am laughing so hard now, that i think there is a 911 car outside) and they are not all distracted by these "petty and small" issues. probably the next time i will talk about sports bra and invite more trouble than i can handle. but no, i dont have to worry about that now, do i?
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now for the moments of madras!! (sounds like MoM, method of moments!!!)
some of my friends are there.(hopefully reading this). i am sure they are aware of the beauty of the place now, more than ever. it brings a vicarious thrill to just know that some are already there(not metaphorical, not talking about life). I remember the first flight here, and i would probably give an arm and limb for that feeling when i am going back.(yes i am!). i also saw that it was 39 C in madras. its getting hotter by the year, and i dont know how the neighboring district of vellore, known for the heat(and only for that) is doing. i think vinnai thaandi varuvaaya is releasing sometime next month. or is it just the audio? i am not sure...
also, my friends, you are all not getting off easy, i am going to write a lot of stupid mails, and send them to you, even if it costs me for buying stamps. i am bored, and i will do this, like it or not. such selfish people we all are, (i am bored, otherwise there is no chance in hell that i would write letters...)
