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.
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.
