42....the answer to life?? Bullshit!!

What makes a person blog about himself at 3.30 in the morning, knowing full well that he has an exam the next day? The same reason he gets out into the moonlight, cycles 10km and back with only the moon and the stars for company. The same reason he wears jeans to bed. The same reason he keeps running away from life, but ultimately falls prey.

The reason?.....Confusion?

Why is life so confusing? why so many languages? why all this competition? Where does all of this lead to?

The answer?.....There is no answer.


Why do we compete against each other? Is it an inborn craving to be better than someone else?
Or is it a quality that we have been taught from birth?
As these questions form in the mind of this writer, an answer pops into his head. An answer that he has been given all his life for questions like these.

"That's the way life goes".

hmm....sounds reasonable enough. Alright, lets move on.

WAIT JUST A DARN MINUTE!!! That made absolutely no sense!!!

As I listen to a lil bit of Lily Allen on my beut of a laptop (more on that later), an outrageous thought starts forming in my brain. As mankind discovered fire, did he unwittingly open a Pandora's box? Is progress really a boon? Is this what we really want to be doing? As our civilization advances, so does our lust for more. Lust for more than what we have. Lust for what others have that we don't. It consumes us, like a fire, but we are just fuel to it. As it claims victim after victim, it only burns fiercer. It is, as clichéd as it may sound, a vicious cycle. Every step we take in the path of progress, we draw a step back from our inner instincts.

As we are drawn into this rat race from such a young age, we don't know a life outside it. How many amongst you can genuinely say that when you look at the stars, you feel free without remorse. Honestly, I can't lay claim to the previous statement. Infact, I feel saddened as a vision of me lying down in a never ending prairie with absolutely nothing to do flashes in my mind. I used to feel guilty as this very thought of bliss, but not anymore. I feel saddened at the life that i could never have.

Nobody to judge you, or your actions. No green eyes, staring at you. No tyranny. No need to fight anyone else. No need to fight yourself.

I do realise that this vision is absolutely impossible to achieve, but we can atleast follow our inner voice instead of becoming self aware once in awhile. Like riding about 20 km at 2:30 in the morning just because you want to feel the cool wind against your face. I did not do this because i was confused, far be from it, i did it because i just wanted to do it.

I hate mondays!!!

I know that garfield was the first to say these very words but i echo them nevertheless. In IITM a monday is the worst day of the week as :-

1. i would have stayed up till 4 in the morning as is my usual ritual during weekends. I know its not normal but hey im not normal either (depends on your viewpoint on what is normal and what is not...would publish a post on normality pretty soon) or i might be suffering from a severe case of extended permanent jet lag.
2. We have a full day + workshop.

A typical monday schedule would look like this:-

7:00 - alarm rings ( snooze it )
7:05 - ""
7:10 - ""
7:15 - ""
7:20 - reset alarm to 7:45 (there's still some time left)
7:45 - wake up ( HOLY CRAP!!! 7:45!!!)
7:46 - brush, fart, etc (run, run, pant, pant )
7:50 - bath
7:56 - read newspaper (i still have 4 mins )
8:04 - Run, run, jump, run, cycle, cycle, fly, cycle, run, run, search for a comfy place to crash
8:11 - sleep
8:50 - wake up ( huh?? where am i? ) nd shift class

repeat crashing and waking up for the next 3 classes

11:50 - go to mess and eat the multicoloured hydrocarbons they serve.
12:30 - change into workshop clothes (conductor uniform ) complete physics problems for the next class
1:00 - go to physics tutorial and search for a comfy place to hide from the prof ( am i having deja vu?)
1:55 - cycle to ws
2:00 - 4:50 - try not to fall asleep and try not to burst out laughing at the prof's slogan language!!
5:00 - midnite - fart (for non-iitians reading this post, totally not what you are thinking) , grub (yipeee!!! hydrocarbons rule!!! ) , fart again.
midnite - more fart
2:00 - crash

repeat process!!