Mr. Nowhere Man...

It has been ages since I last wrote. A week feels like that.. and it's not for lack of will . For the life of me, however, i could'nt seem to find anything worth saying.Then i decided that if i kept waiting around for something really worthwhile to say...the world would pass me by and so would time...so with a cheerful..'who gives a shit...??' ..i embark on today's post.

I believe there are only three reasons to write, really. First, one has something new in the form of an idea or a different perspective to share with the world. Second, one simply enjoys the process of writing , is good at it or otherwise , and therefore whose writing either entertains or tortures, respectively ,those that read it. And Last, one writes simply because one has nothing else to do.

Ofcourse , this assumes that one feels the need to write in the first place , but like millions of others , u just might not ,in which case the above classifications do not apply to you. (how fabulously english one can make oneself sound just by using a third person thingummy..lol..)

As u can see i have no idea about the nuances of english grammar..so if u are thinking...ofcourse not , she must mean passive voice.. i will defer to your better judgement...for i have no more knowledge about english grammar than i do about how to build a rocket (btw, the comparison is intended to illustrate how little i know of it...lol) However since ,i have been brought up speaking it(for the most part , correctly. thanks to my parents.) i can use it without effecting too much abuse on one's senses.

Now, coming back to my three classifications. I'm quite positive , atleast at this time , that i do not fall into the first category. So little of what we think, is really original. But i'll elucidate on my theory of originality of thought some other time..

SO, that leaves the second and the third. Now , i do enjoy writing so i satisfy one of the criterion ,but about writing to entertain...well certainly ,that is one of my intentions.. but with how much efficacy i pull it off , lord knows! so basically, i'm sort of ambigous on the entertainment/torture thing...well i'll leave that as a variable for now.

And about the last criterion. i satisfy that everytime i sit down to write. Well , not exactly , in the sense i probably have better things to do , but i'd rather not do them . You know how it is, one invariably detests what is constructive and purposeful. Or atleast i do. Sort of like the second law of thermodynamics ,we tend to maximum entropy,maximum chaos and as little order as we possibly can get away with. Not out of intention but that's sort of what happens anyway.

Take for example , my room , or that of many of my fellow believers in the theory of i-can-only-find-stuff-if-my-room-looks-like-its-been-hit-by-a-tornado!!(phew!!!)
About every six months, at the behest of my mother,(a nice way of saying my mom refuses to cook food for me if i don't clean up) i set about to turn my room turvy-topsy (as against the usual topsy turvy..) , throw out unwanted stuff etc.

I do that because that way i get to control what i want to keep , for, otherwise my mom would simply throw out all my stuff... (and hey some stuff has it's value in nostalgia.. like my 2nd std.cursive writing book..lol..i had it until a while ago..can't seem to find it now that i've just cleaned up..damn!)and i can't have that.. although i guess eventually i'm gonna have to succumb to the pressure and get rid of all of it.

Well , i can't say i actually do what she expects. i've developed this excellent knack of making an appearance of having cleaned up without actually doing too much work. (how much more can anyone expect???)and within a week, without any help ,(and sometimes if i've actually cleaned , then two weeks)..it seems to resemble almost exactly what it did before i bothered to clean up..(i keep asking my mom to just give up...but she does'nt accept defeat and battles valiantly on..) With a trump card like not cooking , i can hardly rebel. aaah...the eternal struggle..lol

Anyway getting back to what i was saying...one does tend to meander..like this post. it did begin with some sort of order... now i search for it in vain...alas!it has disappeared..lol..
I tell you , the mysteries of the physical world apply to our insignificant human psyche too.. and i have loads of other examples but i'm sure u get the picture...

well ,anyway since the purpose was only to just enjoy writing and occupy a little of my time i shall say i have succeeded.we'll leave the variable thing alone...so if u have any positive inputs on that let me know...otherwise , i don't want to hear it..lol

oh and adit..if u're reading this. here's an example of a post that started one place and ended up quite another. sort of like the conversations we end up having...lol.. but it's not all bad..atleast, they are fun...

Anyway until i find something proper to write about.. mon amies...Au Revoir

p.s: the title is to do with a beatles song that i really like.. it does'nt really relate to the post..but i've been humming it all day and i could'nt think of another title..so..lol.. anyway ,the lyrics go like this..


.... he's as blind as he can be
just sees what he wants to see
is'nt he a bit like u and me...

... Does'nt have a point of view
knows not where he's going to
is'nt he a bit like you and me...

ok...do u vehemently disagree?? well,if u think about it dispassionately..u'll find we're all like that to some degree... especially about the second part.. so many of us just meander!!!