Monday, March 24, 2014

The Heaviest Sleep

Saturday and Sunday share a strange friendship. Sunday is the reason why Saturdays are celebrated and chilled out, but nobody likes to live through the Sunday. The feeling of going back to work the next day, or the next five days, sucks out the weekend fun. But this post if not about Sundays.
I woke up today at 8 in the morning and got out of bed by 9:30. Made coffee, watched cricket, called India-1, made breakfast and called India-2 and a good 4 hours were spent. So effectively my Sunday started at 1:45 in the afternoon. It had snowed yesterday night through today's morning and hence going out was not an option. Cooked lunch and ate it by 3. With nothing substantial to do next, I slept. I woke up half an hour before and its 8 now. I feel the food has bloated up inside me. I feel like a balloon. My mind has stopped working. My roommates seem all the more boring. Life seems to have stopped moving. The guitar doesn't sound good anymore. The evening tea seemed bland. Music is not working.
The afternoon sleep is an evil. Every time I have slept just after a heavy lunch, I have woken up like this. Delusional. It will take me one more hour to come back to life and I won't be able to sleep till its 1 or 2. And in turn wake up lazy tomorrow. And the entire Monday will suck. At home, at work.!! So will my week begin.
Have a great week ahead people. 
Hope you didn't sleep the Sunday afternoon.

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

The Cursed Goodness

The very first sentence a child learns to write is, "Ram is a good boy."And thus he is shown the path ahead. The good boy path. The imaginary good boy, he is told, is someone who helps others and gets goodness in return. He is the one who the good gods take good care of. He is someone who races ahead of the bad kids and always succeeds. He is generally right but always correct. And thus the poor child, who has just started to lean new things around him is fed the already-established good traits. He is made to learn them and abide them.
But is this the way to go about it?
In reality, the bad boys rock the world. Not only in the lines of of snoop doggy Rhythm and Poetry, but in real sense. The world runs on the frequency of the bad boys. They are the ones who matter. 
Sad and lengthy nouns like pressure, frustration, responsibility, expectation are the general feelings of a good boy. He is the one who has followed a fixed approach to life. He is the one who understands what is right and what is not. He has read enough books and have developed a fitting wisdom with which he satisfies people and logic at the same time. At least tries to. He does not deliberately hurt or harm anybody because he thinks that what goes around eventually comes back around. He has been taught that honesty is THE best policy and he waits patiently till his best honest policy is suitably rewarded. He does not want to think about the results of his good deeds because he follows the approach of doing work without worrying about its benefits. He follows rule, stops at every traffic light, helps the blind man cross the road, completes his work on time, never lies, never cheats, doesn't drink or smoke, doesn't slang, respects his elders and in the process he gets lost in the quagmire of human expectations. 
On the other real hand, the bad boy is the reckless one. He is the middle finger of the world. He is careless about others. He thinks of this world like his playground where he plays till its fun and packs his bag and leaves when he gets out. He is the one who always balls first and bats first. In the process making everyone furious but also playing the most. He is the one the majority hates. But again, he does not care about the majority for he abuses. And he knows that the world is too weak on its legs when it come to criticism. People generally end up following and praising the one who criticizes. He doesn't fake, he is least cared to look good or sound good. He masks his lack of knowledge by judging others and hence people try to avoid messing around with him. He makes fun of people, he mocks his peers seniors, he cheats in his exam and scores good, he bends the rules to suit his need, he is good to those only who respect or revere him, he is the king of his life and his self obsession kills his enemies.
In this way the good boys sulk and the bad boys rule their world.
So who is good actually?
"The above is a detailed version of a conversation I had a few days back about an enlightened kid."