Striking a balance

I keep telling my close ones—which unfortunately includes whoever is reading this—that happiness is the key. Whatever one does, what matters the most is the pursuit of happiness. That element shouldn't be compromised. It goes without saying that others' reasons to be happy must not be tampered either. There's no limit to happiness. Sadness is limited. As ironical as it may sound. If you still don't believe me, ask yourself what has been the saddest part of your life. Now ask yourself what has been the happiest part of your life. Chances are the former question will have few contenders fighting for the top spot whereas the latter will entertain much more options. We tend to overemphasize all the ugly things that ever happened to us. And for some hideous reason, we underestimate our moments of bliss under the sun. That's the thing about sadness. It's overrated. 

PS: I'm happy and content. Don't know about tomorrow. But for today, i certainly am.

Shoutouts

After a while, you turn wise enough to ditch the good ol' Twitter custom of tagging a tweep with the sacred #FF. Instead, you begin to seek financial rewards—which is never going to materialize! For the uninitiateds, it stands for #FollowFriday and it's usually posted on Fridays along with those handles you admire on the timeline. In practical sense, it's a gesture of appreciation because you're too happy that weekend is nearby. Anyway, let me take you back to where it all started. There is an American guy named Micah Baldwin (and goes by the handle @micah). He was the one who came up with this #FF tradition back in 2008. I used to chat with him during my "early days" for two reasons: 1. I was chatative then. 2. I felt he was a genius of sorts for coming up with a global phenomenon. In fact, i once even #FF-ed him like i used to with fellow mortals before deciding that #FF should be employed for a greater cause. Reason bad enough to recommend the following things, among others, of course:  

• the offline version of you
• absolute contentment
• the fault in YOUR stars
• shadows
• bad excuses 
• my childhood friends (who fortunately aren't on Twitter)
• "It's OK!"
• your dreams to the ends of the earth 
• trails of your promises
• peace of mind
• unemployment
• online stalkers
• long weekend
• your love handle 
• others' happiness
• moral compass
• your true calling
• Pied Piper of Hamelin

Blame it on Sunday!

I'm tired.
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Like really tired.
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Of not doing anything.
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Thought y'all should know.
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Thanks for your online concern.
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Now fuck off and do something better with  your time.

Theory of age relativity

Theories. Most of them don't even know what they are up to but that doesn't stop them from existing. Yes, that's one of the side-effects of thinking. So here's my two cent about something that might explain why some survive while others don't. It can't be proven scientifically but that's also the reason why it's worth a thought. Here we go: What if there's a fixed quota when it comes to life (in terms of seconds or minutes or days or weeks or months or years or decades or...of course)? In other words, our existence as a species can't be stretched beyond certain point. All in all, just a matter of maintaining balance. Children take birth; about 3,75,000 on a daily basis. People die; about 1,70,000 everyday. What if there's a math hidden in there somewhere? Yea, yea, yeah. At any given point of time, more people have died on this planet than those who are left behind. But what if some people die and their could-have-been age is transferred to somebody else's account? Like inheritance of existence. Or something close. It's like saying food never goes to waste because even microorganisms also have dreams—and micro-stomachs to fill. What if imbalance works in mysterious ways. We just haven't figured out yet. And hopefully, we won't. Ever.

NB: Just a thought. No need to kill me for wasting your not-so-valuable time.