What's all the fuzz about?

People often ask me whether i regret quitting engineering. A very straightforward answer to that would be no but life isn't that linear. There are always some zigzags thrown into the pattern and every now and then, you are forced to reconsider your answer. If somebody asks me right now whether i'm happy with the way my life is moving, i'd say yes. But then again, it's not an absolute answer. I have my good days and i have my bad days too. There are times when i'm listening to some song at work and i begin to weep because it transports me to a better place. Similarly, there are times when i'm getting into the office elevator with some of the smartest people i know and feeling great about it. So, the question of regret is dependent on the moment when it's posed. There are no definite answers for the pure fact that it's based on the present—and by extension, the future—and not the past. If it was centered on the past, then i'll happily admit that my greatest regret is being unfair to my younger brother during our childhood days. As of now, i'm wondering whether getting rid of my facial fuzz is a matter of regret or vindication. I did it on impulse yesterday morning. However, i believe that my face has been hidden behind my beard for so long that i don't remember how i'm supposed to look like. I feel lighter and almost naked. I seemed to have not only lost weight but also age! People put on masks for Halloween. I got mine off. The only problem is it's going to grow back on again. Zigzags, as usual.

Rotations and revolutions

My dearest friend Visha once told me that undermining astrology could be fallacious. Her theory was that since astrology is basically the study of movement of celestial bodies with respect to Earth, it makes sense to analogize. Her analogy aimed at assuming humans as a subset of Earth but not very different from it. After all, like us, Earth is made up 70% water—at least on the surface—and always wondering what's wrong with us. And like our planet, we keep moving too, thus affecting the water in us. In other words, it's all about water! I don't know whether this makes sense but to me, it does, in some way or the other. 

Taking the analogy ahead, i'm up with a new theory. Maybe we are indeed planets in our own right. Don't we unknowingly nourish so many tiny living beings (both visible as well as invisible)? On top of that, we carry a certain amount of gravitation energy in us. Some have more and some, comparatively less. The ones with more of this energy is able to attract others more towards him/her. The ones with less of this energy is bound to wonder what's wrong with them. 

Count your blessings

I always knew i was lazy. But yesterday was the height. Quite literally. As you must know, Gurgaon felt severe earthquake tremors. What you wouldn't know is our office building was swaying. It was being serenaded by Mother Nature herself, to put it poetically. Now, if only the reality was THIS sweet. People were fucking scared. I felt dizzy in the beginning before i realized what was happening as all the hanging tube-lights were merrily swinging to the beat. As expected, the entire floor was to be evacuated. Everybody left except me and some office boys. I didn't leave, not out of bravery but out of sheer laziness. I'd rather die peacefully than walk down 21 floors and wait for a stampede to swallow me. Sounds logical, no? No? OK.

That was yesterday. Today, i found a new (read: lazier) way to deal with life. Whenever we sneeze, our heart stops for a bit. Which itself is a matter of rarity because from the moment we conceptualize inside a womb to the moment we die, our heart is one of those few things that keeps working. So sneezing is indeed a moment of celebration, for lack of better words. For some reason, we don't want evil spirit to enter our heart while our face is having an orgasm, which is why we say "bless you" to the sneezers. I don't. I just spread my palm towards the one as a sign of blessing.  

Excuse #401

I've got nothing to say. I wish i did.















Speaking of which, i should wish for bigger things in life!

Say cheers!

I'm not sure about other countries but if you notice, there is a trend among Indians when it comes to DP (no, not the one you're guessing!). We tend to put up pictures where we are either sipping something or about to sip. For some reason, it's happening! No, it's not a recent trend. I've been noticing it over half a decade now. Maybe there is a tendency to show that we are enjoying life, either with margarita or cocktail or mocktail or colorfuldrinkwhosenamedeludesyou. It's must be a euphemism for celebrations. Whatever it is, this phenomenon tells you that you were once very thirsty for a memorable picture. 

I'm yet to come across a display picture wherein somebody is drinking water. 

Peace out!

This blog post was supposed to be about the current state of Islam and how questioning should be encouraged. But the thing is, i like breathing a lot. So i'll stop here and hope reformation takes place from within the religion instead of from the outside. And that is going to happen only when people stop exaggerating the benefits of seeing things with closed eyes. 

May peace be upon on everyone. 

Thick youth, thin decline

I guess i'm going bald from the center. I realized this after the above picture emerged. It was clicked by my colleague, who for some reason, found it funny. I was scraping off something from my desk thanks to OCD! Coming back to the capital topic, my dad has a nice crown of hair but my uncles don't. Maybe this is it! The age of recedence is here. Or maybe i'm just overreacting as usual. I abhor the hard water that Gurgaon supplies but there's not much one can do about it other than pray that it doesn't mess up your only glory. And by that, i mean the wise grey(ing) hair on my head. I'm perfectly comfortable with them turning silver but their downfall is worrying and naturally unacceptable.