Life in passing

I ask myself can it get weirder? And the answer is yes of course it can, it can get weirder than I can phantom. But I tell myself don't give up you'll get use to it as it comes. And each day my level of endurance rises to survive in a weird world which is going higher on the curve of weirdness. Stranger things keep happening and I am nearing a level where nothing would seem to shock me or surprise me...now is it good or bad? Well, I guess categorizing events in to good or bad is a bad idea(he he...)

Eyes to see and ears to hear but what if you get to see more and hear more than you need to. All this extra information does nothing but disturbs you, its like you are in the middle of everything and can see everything that happens in different pockets. And you can connect all these random things. And the outcome is that you can see what the others can't. It becomes a shitty situation.

How can I cope up with other people's mood swing? One day you are gloomy, one day your are chirpy, one day you need your privacy and another day you wanna talk. And what am I to do is figure out what mood are you in today and act accordingly. There is no consistency or pattern what so ever. And if its a person I care about, it becomes even more tricky and tough to handle. So what should I do? The answer to this question is not with me. I am never sure that with the current mood swing the matching reaction to go is to leave the person alone or stick around and be supportive. And then if I know I really care about the other person and the feeling is not so much mutual or the level of concern doesn't match from the other side then its a different kind of a problem. But in this one the solution is more evident, since the other person in his or her mood swing even if he or she needs someone around, its not me that he or she is looking for. So all I have to do is just back off, but i...

15 minutes before class starts, I still have to scan a mind map I made(without using any mind), have to have breakfast and also have to read for the 8 am class. And what I am doing blogging... ha ha goes to show how responsible I am or since it's early morning I'll try and be positive it can also show that I am super efficient and can manage to finish these little nuances in a jiffy. Now coming to the truth, well both the options are correct to some extent to a degree I do not give a rats ass if I am not able to accomplish any of the items listed and to some extend I know I can manage to scrape unhurt... plain negligence or reluctance? Oh I got to go now... running late ;)

Feels like lull before the storm, its quite and uneventful. Something about Sunday evening that is so discomforting. And I can't put finger on what goes wrong but almost all the Sunday evenings are like this. Its almost like a sinusoidal wave with all the lows and highs. But such a patterned way of living is bloody predictable and it irritates me (well, too many things irritate me, that's nothing new). There is something about predictability that kills the life out of life.

Its afflictive when you wake in the middle of sleep because of nightmare...in cold sweat, numb and trying to get hold of the gasping. It sounds so much like a movie scene. But anyways it sucks even more when there just an hour of sleep time left and you can't put yourself to sleep. So here I am awake at this ungodly hour with now just 20 minutes left for me to get up and study after my SWEETdream limited my sleep to just 2 hours I am not sure whether I should get up or try some more to put myself to sleep. Wow this is like a serious problem and to add to that I suddenly feel hungry too... huh perfect timing my dear digestive system. Sometimes I wish human being had no stomach that would demand food every now then...Imagine such a world, it would be free of all problems like poverty, terrorism, obesity... And if we remove the love for money also then its like walking in air world peace finally achieved(so the girls in all beauty pageants will have to look for different answer, poor ...

There days no matter how much of a nomad you consider yourself you still want to be with the people you belong, people who love for who you are and are always there for you no matter what... your family. Its Diwali and I am missing home and I can think of nothing to do but blog my gloominess away.... but even this is not helping. Its a festival without the festivities...

Mighty vent for a meek soul... can't survive the ocean ridge. Essence lost in the interlingual rendition, brushed off to the nook of darkness, blight by the disease of poignancy, now awaiting the final demise to infinity. Elevate each day to choke and crumple but it ends today I declare it to... no more dying I am beat today. In the mystified nous of mine I can't interpret the look today so I quit and rest, for tomorrow the muddiness will endorse again. And maybe I will depute again to cleanse the asinine someday but that day is not today. It would someday be the day when I'll be brave and insane to endeavor... but that day is not today.

There are different kind of people when it comes to problems and them so the Psycho graphic segmentation of these people goes like this : -THE DOOMED: people who are plain unlucky and have a lot of problems (sorry fellows you are in a hopeless situation in a ruthless world with ) -THE ORIGINATIVE: they are the ones who are too bored in life (pathetic excuse of a life they have) so they create problems for themselves just to make things a little more happening (pump up the volume) -THE PEDESTRIAN: they are the ones who have the knack of walking in to problems (the artisans crafting their lives toward eternal chaos) -THE STICKIES: they just stay put and the universe conspires to guide problems to them (the inertia is too high can't run away, can't live with you and can't live without you too...) -THE AMALGAMATED: they are the geniuses who have perfected the art of problem dogging, these are walking talking problem sensor and attractors ( you should probably be good friends wi...

I ask myself can it get weirder? And the answer is yes of course it can, it can get weirder than I can phantom. But I tell myself don't give up you'll get use to it as it comes. And each day my level of endurance rises to survive in a weird world which is going higher on the curve of weirdness. Stranger things keep happening and I am nearing a level where nothing would seem to shock me or surprise me...now is it good or bad? Well, I guess categorizing events in to good or bad is a bad idea(he he...)

Blank is the feeling and not so blunt are the words... Its like a gypsy with no mission and no where to reach, he only arrives and he only travels not chasing anything. No dreams to follow but is still a dreamer, no highs to reach but is still a bird that flies high. This he chose by choice but is felicity in sight? Its a question not only the gypsy but we all ought to ask. Its dubious, the answer; and makes him diffident on rationality of existence... Another gloam arrives and again the rage of the seeker is choked a little more...

Sometimes you have to return to the place where you began, to arrive at the place where you belong... Don't know how to start this... there are days you just can not live with yourselves and the worst thing for an escapist like me is I can't run away from myself. Suffocated with ones own self must be a disease because it sure does feel sick... Lost but surely on the path to self destruction...

Are better days waiting ahead or is this the best I get? Is this the best I can get out of life or can it get any better? These are questions that run through my mind sometimes, but somewhere I have already given up. I have lost hope for a better tomorrow, somewhere along the time I was waiting for them I gave up all hope. And what drives a hopeless person? I think its just existing the curse of the hopelessly living; no choice but to be... Pretty depressing thoughts to be pondering on early in the morning but life is like that. Its monotonous, no thrill, chills or frills. But that's not because there are no up and downs but I have probably reached a stage where they just don't seem to effect me. But yes as the rule goes all the bad and sad things or events do get me but the happy ones just don't seem to effect at all. Finance talks about people being risk averse I guess I am happiness averse don't have the capacity to take or get too much... "And I don't want ...

Sometimes the significance and the insignificance of things just strikes you when you are busy gazing nowhere. Its like a realization that all of sudden grabs you with you only succeeding at failing. And if this happens at 4 in the morning when you have gotten up to get things done without distractions... you are busted. What can you do about whats happening inside the head, its more disturbing and difficult to shut it out then the external distractions. And then strings of thoughts come out and one of them went like this: Its October and we are already looking into the new year soon...Term 2 ends in December and things are going to change a lot after that. I go home in December, although I want to go home but the trip back home will harm the state I have created for myself of disassociating myself emotionally from people back home. That's just a way of self preservation I guess. I am so use to use to doing this otherwise I always am a stranger in the new place around new people an...

A lot of things we do in our lives are just wasteful activities but still we devote so much of energy and attention to them. And what's the end result, we drain ourselves of all the energy and lose part of our excitement towards life. Such baneful activities sap the life out of you and your will to keep moving forward. And all the rules we have in our lives are actually to forestall such things from happening. All the "should not..." and the "should..." that we create are just to build a wall around us and keep us away from useless but still harmful things in life. But these walls are not so impenetrable to protect us from the wasteful activities. Well, what can I do? As the saying goes "Ignorance is Bliss" I am sure someone more wiser and older than me came out with this quotation ( actually someone more wiser and older did come out with this quotation in 1742 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Gray so a saying which has survived through centuries mu...