A break from myself

10.52 pm Friday.
Before you are misled into believing that this will be a very interesting post, let me assure you. It will be not. You know why? Cos I'm tired of trying to make it interesting for you.

Oh no. You didn't ask me to make it interesting for you either. I just assumed whatever I wrote has to be worth some substance. Not necessarily weighty matters. But content that is readable and thought provoking. In short, not the kind of stuff I am writing now. Random. And grammar-insulting.

You know what really happened? I got bored of it. Really.

I thought I would write about politics which concerned me. But you know I just couldn't bring myself to believe in its purpose. After all I had outlets to vent my "political frustrations". And coming to think of it, it doesn't really matter what you or I write in here. Maybe what you write. But definitely not what I write. You see, to create a change you need to believe that you can create that change. And I have never really believed in the medium of blogging, with respect to its world changing capabilities. So.. dead end.

Then I went back to my old favourite pastime. Stories. I wrote one story - Precipice Malathi, and created the plot for another - Rendezvous. First one was supposed to be funny and sarcastic. But it was not really funny. And not very sarcastic too. The second one was supposed to be awesome but then viral fever didn't like it. So .. dead end.

I then thought I'd write about real life experiences. You know ...the real stuff. Yeah.. grrrr! You know there is plenty I can write although I'm just about to be 24. And by the way why do I keep telling my age here all the time???? I think I have this narcisstic necessity to prove I'm young. Anyways, so there are plenty of things which have happened including one I heard today, where a boy who tried to grope a girl was so unhumanely harassed and insulted, that he thinks of cutting his veins now. Sad. First of all both the boy and the girl were under the influence of alcohol. Both boy and girl happens to live in an environment where live-ins and flings are common. In a moment of recklessness he groped her. What followed was a masala Indian movie. Probably we will never rise above the cheap and cliched stereotypes which our movie industry feeds us with. The boyfriend of the girl beat him to pulp. Fair enough. He was given one year's suspension. Fair enough. And then everyone took law into their own hands. He was slapped and spat upon in front of all his friends. People took turns to beat him. They called him all the profanities in Hindi and English combined. And the harrasment continued for one full day. Ultimately the person in authority had to come down to stop the third degree torture and humiliation.

Now here is what I think.. regardless of his crime, my heart goes out to the boy. Hate me!!
And it's not because he tried to cut his veins immediately after he realized the gravity of his actions.

Ok. So I wrote about one real life experience. Now. I didn't really intend to write it here. Really. Just came with the flow. So why didn't I write my other life experiences? I don't know. I mean why do I have to write it here simply for the sake of writing it? So why do I write anything at all you ask. Good question :)
You see... it's all too complex to explain. The simplest and the most truthful answer would be 'I just didn't feel like it'. Lazyness perhaps, if you want it in one word.

So why am I telling you all this. Cos I think you will be interested to know more about me than my intellectual and philosophical discourses. What do you say?

Really, you all should try the same. Tell the world more about you. It's pretty liberating although I'm not sure if its liberation I feel right now. Anyways, I feel better just to be writing all this stuff down.

And you know, once I go back to my pseudo intellectual and hypocritical state of being, I'll happily feed you with the jargon that the rest of the world provides you in abundance :)

This is just a break ;)