Rhymes with fly.
A collection of my links to interesting stuff on the net sprinkled with my own philosophy and thoughts. Its like Calvin and Hobbes, but without the awesome art, and incredible imagination...
There are times when I wonder.. I wonder about life? I wonder why I keep doing what I am doing? Am I happy? Is this all worth it? Why did Vidya Balan do Heyy Baby? Albus Dumbledore is gay?? I guess I get confused a lot and the only thing I have been able to figure out that the choices we make, define our life... *Sigh*...
But ever so often, there are some moments of clarity, when, viewing life in its entirety, its not as bad as I usually think it to be. The silver lining. But I think that's because of the booze... You know, the world will be a much better place with more drunk people. There might be a lot of drunken revelry and slurred speeches, but then everybody's happy, right? So, there'll be a hell of a mess to clean up, but everybody's.... happy?
Describing life is difficult, or even summarizing it in a few words is quite tough. Interestingly, there are people who have been able to do it in such a way, that it all makes sense. Without further explanation, I'll defer to wrecktangle who's summarized life quite succinctly...
Some things stay the same. Thank god for that."
There's more in that post and its really good. Link to the entire post.
Cars whizzing by like crazy in a bleary-eyed blur of reality The roar of the engine drowns the exhilarated silence The rush of air around subdues the breathless excitement Whizzing past the standing-still catching up with eternity...
I tried to read Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance... like three times. Every time I would start it off, after a certain while, I would just lose interest. Maybe it wasn't racy enough for my taste, or too deep that I couldn't take it anymore. I guess it depends on your mood when you can handle some deep introspection into the metaphysical nature of life or when all you are looking for is just sex...oops, I mean entertainment. Disastrous as it is, usually, my attempts at soul searching have always resulted in a lot of confused writing. But sometimes, if the topic is something that's really close to my heart, I end up with a little interesting piece of prose. Similar to the following...
A state of rest. A feeling of complete relaxation.
Rejuvenation of the body and the soul.
Very addictive. So much that mornings become a pain.
Better in winters when you are under a blanket. When you slip your leg out from underneath the warmth and feel the cold and then snuggle back in. When you can feel the muscles in your body relax and feel like you never want to get up. Ever.
Horrible without air conditioning in summer. Sweat soaked and sticky. Smelly. You turn and turn hoping to get into some position where despite the heat, you might get some sleep.
Difficult in cramped spaces, hard mattresses, and without a pillow. Difficult to, in planes, trains, cars and buses.
The best part of sleep is that its personal. Its only for me. My sleep is for me alone. I need to sleep. I cant give u my sleep, and neither can u have some of mine. But yawning, that's communal. Your yawn ends up setting off everybody...
Dozing off... One of those "hold-your-pee-until-u-burst" sort of situations, when trying to stay awake during some tedious class or conversation, you suddenly nod off. There's this small period of release where you are semi-conscious and you feel amazing. Then your head moves down and u wake up involuntarily. And you wish you could just doze off, right there.
Memories of good sleep makes u want to go back to sleep. The way you can snuggle up and feel so cozy that thinking of it makes me sleepy.
How, even when your day has been totally crappy, the thought that you can now close your eyes, and despite how hectic/panicky/life threatening the next day might be, you'll feel relaxed for a while.
How, when you have been keeping yourself awake for a really long time, your eyes become droopy and suddenly u feel like they r just too heavy to keep open.