Insanity.

Once upon a time, there was a girl. She did not have a brain with pre-defined boundaries. Because a defined brain has defined limits of forming arguments. But her brain was an inexorable argument machine. And those were not ordinary arguments, those were incomprehensible modifications of the previously made statement. Have you ever played the game called 'CUT'? Basically, you have to use a word from the ongoing song to begin another song. So, her arguments were like the game called 'CUT'. She held on to any one word/one concept and murdered it in the most brutal manner possible. Then she took another word/idea from the process of murder to continue the vicious cycle. But the burning question is how she coped with this 'ability'?
     It played in her favor sometimes. Most times it drove her crazy. In fact she could not even use this power to argue with others thanks to the chaos inside of her. It only played in her favor when she was introspecting or contemplating over a theory. And she would smile to herself, satisfied. Also, she would wonder if she could gather all those thoughts in a hard disk and hide it under her bed. So that one day when tourists will visit her house (that is sure to have made itself a historical landmark), they will be showed that place. And her hard disk would be prized for centuries, but not used.  Use would flood the world. And she would have hated it. Entire civilizations wiped out by her thoughts. Though that is what she secretly desired, in a context that I will leave you to conjecture. Sometimes she wished she could throw some of those thoughts away. Sometimes she just wished she could utilize all that brilliant dialog in a more visible manner. But enough about her, lets come to my today's post.

Note: Did you notice my obsession with full stops? I use them instead of commas. Ands. Buts. Semi.Colons.Hyphens.

I believed in karma to the point of insanity. Like I would tell myself to finish my the last morsel instead of mashing it to the smallest pieces(so that it looks like inconspicuous remains) before putting the plate into the sink, so that I get a good score in my exams. I would feel my true work in an exam was in jeopardy if I disrespected that morsel. And that is just a trivial example. Do I still believe in karma? As a person with a scientific bent of mind, I might be forced not to. But every scientist has been haunted by the "Who made it all?" mystery. So I would rather adhere to a reasonable solution than elude it by cunning methods. Yes. I do believe in it and the entire concept related to it. But I have a bigger reason to put faith in it. It keeps me going. If something bad happens, I tell myself I have done enough good to get something good happening to me. I am always calculating. Its a bit crazy. But its like my personal log-book which I feel kind of identifies me. Gives me something to write about in my autobiography(Wink emoticon). And I wish to continue, but I am now what one of my friends likes to call it - 'phased out'.

MYD.

Dreamerdom.

If there were an award for the best dreamer or a paegent Miss Dreamer, I can assure you that I would have won. There is not a single night when I don't dream. And I am a bit of a day-dreamer too (Understatement, I beg your pardon). Now, when I say dreams, I extend the word's jurisdiction to all aspects of it. I could go on and on talking about my dreams, in fact I could start another blog just for a daily  narrative of my dreams. But I wish to make a bigger and more pressing point here. That is in relation to our dreams, our desires and our ambitions.
 
Now, there are two ways of looking at it. The first kind of people follow a very cautious and seemingly practical approach. The second kind understand the complete truth, because they have kept their minds open. Open in order to grab the real meaning of all our endeavours. The first kind either dream but push their dreams away or they don't dare to dream. The second kind see that there is a certainty to only one thing in this universe, and by recognising that they have the advantage of additional  impetus and zeal. And so they dream a bit more and bit often.

But what is the right way of looking at it? I am absolutely certain that there is not any. To be a chef in the world's best restaurant is a dream to one. To be a chef to one's own children alone is a dream to another.  Now, would you even call it a dream? Yes, why not? Maybe it does not require all the self-hype as we create for ourselves and our dreams, but if it gives happiness and willingness to continue, it is basically a dream come true. Some of us think that a worthy life is one that has done something "great". I, too,belonged to that class of people. And we think that the others are aimless,  ambitionless and wasted. Now,  I realise that I don't really have the right to cast people as a particular unworthy kind. Maybe I look like a stupid fellow chasing apparently unreachable goals to them. And then,  they are not wrong. The point is, nobody is really right or wrong in deciding how to live or dream.

It is our own act, you see. All the world is a stage and the men and women merely players. Yes, we are players. And as we step onto this beautiful planet, we bring with us the inviolable right to play our own game. Right to define our own act. Some of us prefer to be the protagonists, some the antagonists, some the background artists and so on and so forth. But I am sure you will all agree that the role of each one is paramount. Without any, this play is incomplete.

Some people tell me that the few posts in my blog are negative about my country(though most are meant to be generalised). But I don't see any harm in accepting the truth. In fact, I criticise only because I care. I observe because I know that I, like everyone else, have the power to change the world. I dream big. I want to make my act grand. But then it's my choice - not right, not wrong, just mine. Just my dream.
You chase yours.
You act well.
You live well.
Make Your Dent.
MYD