It’s been a long break, and in the due course I have found out quite a few bits of truth about life and it’s dynamics, as I happened to search for things that make me happy., (things – in this context all definable and indefinable entity people, feelings, objects of pleasure and luxury, places etc., any conceivable thought). I might sound, maybe rude, narcissistic, as a person who thrives on material expanse, and as someone who likes to treat people in the similar manner, well I really wish I could be like that at least in that case I would keep myself happy if not others.
So during this search – I have accepted some things, learnt from a few, refuted with some and also exploited some, all these have in their due capacities left an indelible mark that have molded my thought process extensively. Every time I have been involved with something I have sincerely tried to indulge myself into it, and soak myself up with every form of returns it offers and purpose and joy of my life.
It took one fine dead night,(well not all that dead, me and me brother cooked up magi noodles at 2 AM and enjoyed every bit of it.. ) a couple of questions on uncertainty in career, purpose of life an d the happiness in it, the complex of an ever decreasing hairline and an ever increasing waistline, parents, my future family kids and what not..,(yeah yeah.. I know., you probably are looking for a word to define my poignant and pointless thinking, I myself tried to find a name, but failed and ended up writing this Big Bang Thesis).
It’s no big deal, that people often struggle to find their source of happiness and purpose, and so did I. This night I tried it all to distract my mind from slipping into a limbo of afore mentioned thoughts, if you can call them so; I watched a movie, played online games, caught dravid’s century at LORDS, updating my resume, and finally remembering and reliving the afternoon lunch at southIndies.. all that didn’t help. Just by the time I had resigned and almost let my brain rot into a vegetative state, I realized that I have deprived my mind of any constructive thought for more than a quarter or so. I have forced my brain to own up for the flaws of others, bear the nibbling away of grey cells by insanity bred by others and end up struggling to get things that my mind truly deserves, and thus picked up a paper and scribbled away my brain into it’s rightful freedom.
The joy it is, the question that I am and an emotion I feel all transpired into words, phrases and sentences; although it has brought me back to my senses, I must wait until the first readers comment to see if it really made any sense.
Thanks to the internet and google that this piece of scribblog has found its place in eternity in this age of information overload!!!
And yeah!! this month (july) happens to mark 3 years of my inconsistent blog jog, much like my regular fitness jog :P…
PS: I would be really happy if this whole post made any sense to you, or at least confused you enough to an extent that you’ve lost your own senses, either way you’ll make an effort to find that ‘ethereal thing’ which can clearly and instantly bring happiness to you.
So during this search – I have accepted some things, learnt from a few, refuted with some and also exploited some, all these have in their due capacities left an indelible mark that have molded my thought process extensively. Every time I have been involved with something I have sincerely tried to indulge myself into it, and soak myself up with every form of returns it offers and purpose and joy of my life.
It took one fine dead night,(well not all that dead, me and me brother cooked up magi noodles at 2 AM and enjoyed every bit of it.. ) a couple of questions on uncertainty in career, purpose of life an d the happiness in it, the complex of an ever decreasing hairline and an ever increasing waistline, parents, my future family kids and what not..,(yeah yeah.. I know., you probably are looking for a word to define my poignant and pointless thinking, I myself tried to find a name, but failed and ended up writing this Big Bang Thesis).
It’s no big deal, that people often struggle to find their source of happiness and purpose, and so did I. This night I tried it all to distract my mind from slipping into a limbo of afore mentioned thoughts, if you can call them so; I watched a movie, played online games, caught dravid’s century at LORDS, updating my resume, and finally remembering and reliving the afternoon lunch at southIndies.. all that didn’t help. Just by the time I had resigned and almost let my brain rot into a vegetative state, I realized that I have deprived my mind of any constructive thought for more than a quarter or so. I have forced my brain to own up for the flaws of others, bear the nibbling away of grey cells by insanity bred by others and end up struggling to get things that my mind truly deserves, and thus picked up a paper and scribbled away my brain into it’s rightful freedom.
The joy it is, the question that I am and an emotion I feel all transpired into words, phrases and sentences; although it has brought me back to my senses, I must wait until the first readers comment to see if it really made any sense.
Thanks to the internet and google that this piece of scribblog has found its place in eternity in this age of information overload!!!
And yeah!! this month (july) happens to mark 3 years of my inconsistent blog jog, much like my regular fitness jog :P…
PS: I would be really happy if this whole post made any sense to you, or at least confused you enough to an extent that you’ve lost your own senses, either way you’ll make an effort to find that ‘ethereal thing’ which can clearly and instantly bring happiness to you.
Absolutely made no sense to me.Except that you enjoyed maggi, lunch at southindies and Dravid's century. The later which I enjoyed completely too.
ReplyDeleteI am not completely sure if your brain is in vegetative state but I definitely know that writing is the only way you can get it come out of that state.
All the best.
These are the times when spirits come handy! .. may be the time has come :)
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