Moonlit Sunshine

Yes life, I’m almost there. To catch up with my own life is getting harder by the minute. I see my little darling cats, William and Toblerone, outside the hub in my college, sometimes flirting and sometimes having tiffs over no can of milk and I wonder how much different it would be if I were one of them. I’d have a fan following, photos taken without achieving too much, being called coochie-poochie something something, being told to jump, dance, meow, sit, watch, sleep. I’d be ingrained in the memories of creatures whom I do not recognize or care about. I’d have somebody (typically one who is either in love with cats or has nothing to do and no one to talk to), missing me or asking random people where I am. “Hey, have you seen William? My small, little, really cute cat?” Now, all the adjectives used therein are relative. But, who cares? I’d become a “MY cat” to a lot of people I wouldn’t even wish to look at.

Anyway, since I am what I am, I am happy. I’d say I am a blend of a thinker, a procrastinator, or in other words, an engineer. Engineers are endowed with the ability to have an opinion on anything and everything, thanks to lot of time and like-minded buddies. Being opinionated is almost always a bane. Not because it affects others, but because it affects others’ opinions. It’s actually quite bizarre, because everyone has a separate head to think, and invariably one head befriends another and they become one. Since cats have no opinions on anything, I’m glad I’m not one.

Getting to a more serious bit, what disappoints me is that a day in man’s life starts with nothing and ends with nothing. The time in-between is flooded with different matters with different priorities. There is a set routine, which inevitably is tampered with by none other than fate, alias Murphy! (Oh yes, he is like an organ in my body, never willing to get out of me) We tie ourselves up to schedules, submissions, reports, agendas, meetings, pros of this, cons of that, etc, etc. And all of this, for something that is a little less crucial than what is most crucial.. Ourselves.

We. The most ironic aspect of our lives is the fact that the more we think about others, the more futile our thoughts become. We hear rumours on the grapevine, set a special place for them in our head, call it a ‘piece of gossip’ and pass it on free of cost. Everybody, (especially girls) NEED gossip. Gossip is like food. Either you live to gossip or you gossip to live. The people who indulge themselves too much into this so-called hobby are actually those who do not mind spending most of their lives on observing others, only those who hardly matter to them, and developing a thesis in their heads based on what they have witnessed and how much worse the situation could become. The thesis (totally unasked for) includes every minute detail, intricacies and answers to any question anybody asks. What’s funny is that the subject of this pastime thesis discovers that his life has become almost an open book and that a lot of people know him primarily because he is being spoken about so much. If you are the subject, all you need to do is laugh at yourself and at the ones who are busy scrutinizing your life. Laugh at yourself because there is nobody (or to be precise nobody left) to laugh at you, since eventually everyone around starts giving you furtive glances and frowns, indicating how committed they are in studying every gesture of yours. Laugh at others because they are worth laughing at. For futility, sky is definitely not the limit. Maybe, Planet Pluto is the limit.

Anyway, a thesis on a thesis is what I have done now. Thinking is my passion. My blog is my canvas. Time is less. But, if we look into how much we get to learn in one day, it seems so much more. Yea, Less is, indeed, more…