“I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school.
They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to
be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They
don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any
longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone
else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying.
They don't teach you anything worth knowing.”
-Neil Gaiman

I haven't read a lot of books by Neil Gaiman, so I shall not claim to
be a big fan. Heck,I haven't even read a few. I've just read one and I
suspect it wouldn't even have been one had it not been a gift from a
very dear friend.

I came across this particular quote and it made me pause and ponder.
Its true. No one ever teaches you what to say to someone who's dying.
Your heart is breaking but you cannot utter a single meaningful word. But
then again, we don't usually have to face this situation when we're
young.

What we do have to deal with are friends who lose someone close to
them at an age where they can't even grasp the reality of it. They're
as clueless as you are. As shocked that this couldve happened. Angry
at the world, at God, at everyone.
You're shocked too. Too shocked for words. All that you can stutter is
'Take care', 'I'm there for you,if you need me to be.' and coming up
with even these two simple sentences requires you to apply an immense
amount of pressure on your brain.

All you can do,at times like these, is to let your actions speak in
stead of your confused stutters and mumbles. Sometimes,you don't need
to speak. All you need to do is listen.

Everybody is dying to talk and the nicest thing you can do sometimes,
is to let them.

Well, That About Wraps It Up For God

'I refuse to prove that I exist,' says God, 'for proof denies faith, and without faith I'm nothing.'

'But,' says Man, 'the Babel fish is a dead giveaway, isn't it? It could not have evolved by chance. It proves you exist, and so therefore, by your own arguments, you don't. QED.'

'Oh dear,' says God, 'I hadn't thought of that,' and promptly vanishes in a puff of logic."

- The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (a wholly remarkable book)

No, the blog isn't dead yet.

..Once upon a time
There was a girl
She lived in a valley
Let's call her Sally.

That's what I come up with when I strain my brain for a story. Needless to say, I suck at it. But well, not everyone hated the earlier posts so I'll take that as a good sign. A sign that I shouldn't let the blog die. 

I've been thinking too less and sleeping too much recently and I've realised its not good. Ofcourse, it makes me happy. I'm doing what I love doing, which is nothing. Hence, I'm not trying to be good at anything. Hence, I'm not facing competition in any field. Hence, I never have to think, "..shit, I'm not the best at what I do." Hence, I'm happy.

*sigh*

If only it were that easy to be happy. 

Happiness is a journey, not a destination. 

Well, I resent that. Why oh why can't it be the destination? You work hard and reach a stage where you can be nothing but happy and there's no going back. 

Then there's another one , 'Everyone wants to be happy. No one wants to be in pain. But you can't have a rainbow, without any rain.'

So we suffer through the rain for the rainbow. But have you ever noticed how short-lived the rainbow is? You see a rainbow and you go, "Looooooook! A rainbow! Wow! Where? There!..Where!? There!..ohh..wow" and in a minute, its gone. Ok, maybe its a little more than a minute but still, the way I see it, I should at least get five hours of rainbow for an hour of light rains. 

That's the way it should be.

But, of course, it isn't. 

Ofcourse it's a whole day of harsh rains, another half a day of light drizzling, and only then, you get a glimpse of the rainbow.

Its cheating. Its not fair and there's no one you can complain to about it because hey, that's life. Life isn't fair and its almost never unfair in your favour.

A super genius once said: "Expecting life to be fair to you because you are a good person is like expecting the bull not to charge because you are a vegetarian."

I only call him a super genius because I can't recall his name. Maybe it was a her. But that's beside the point.
The moral of the story? Don't expect a hen not to peck you if you're a vegetarian and don't expect other animals to be nice to you either. Why? Because life isn't fair and animals aren't smart enough to tell if you're a noble vegetarian or a not so noble non-vegetarian.

So enjoy the rainbow. Even if its for a minute & don't cry when the rains come back again..after a little more than a minute.

Its not like you can do anything about it. Might as well learn how to dance in the rain.

Why should I have to WORK for everything?! It’s like saying I don’t deserve it!

Existence isn't just temporary. Its pointless.


We go to school. Study for fourteen years.
Why?
To get into a college, so that we can study some more.
And then study some more for postgraduation.
And then work our asses off to be placed somewhere good.
And then keep working, to keep earning.
Life's a race. But it doesn't have to be.


Can't everyone just do what they love? For free?
People who love making clothes, make clothes. & just give them away.
People who love to cook, cook. & let me eat.
People who love to write, write. & I read.
People who love studying, study. & I do what I want.
People who love to draw and paint and sketch, draw and paint and sketch. & I ask them to make a sketch of me if they're good at it.
People who love to make others happy, make me happy. & I be happy.
People who love to sing, sing. & I listen.


What is it that I would love to do for the rest of my life?
Well, it hasn't dawned on me yet. So for now, I'll eat the food people would cook, wear the clothes they make, listen to the songs they sing, admire the paintings and sketches, take long walks on the beach, have ice cream everyday, travel, live in a big house with a large number of pets.

Would be a pretty meaningful life, wouldn't it?

Do You Believe In Fate?

Do you believe in fate?
Do you believe our actions are predestined?
That they cannot be avoided?
Its a scary thought, isn't it?
Remember that time you had an accident?
Well, it couldnt've been avoided. You were destined to have it.
Remember that time you topped?
You were destined to top.
Remember that time when you were grounded for a month because your mom caught you smoking?
It was your fate..desssstiny!
Haha.

Here's one of my very favourite quotes-
'Whether or not you believe in fate comes down to one thing-Who do you blame when things go wrong?'
When I flunk a test, I blame it on luck.
When I get good marks, I say its my hard work. 
When a relationship doesn't work, I say it wasn't meant to be
When it does, well..that hasn't happened yet but I'm sure when it does ..I'll say, 'Its all because of me' ;)

reality continues to ruin my life.

The perfect guy.
Does not exist.
True story.

to begin with.

I love to read, not write. Or so i thought. Before i decided to blog.

I find myself completely jobless these days. Its not like i dont have work. I do. I just dont want to do it. Why? because its not interesting enough.