nothing matters, does it. after all, what is the whole purpose? what is that one should aim for?
why do people live? for the sake of it? or bus mazza lene ke liye? the joy of it?
i mean, these days, a very small thing, might be very insignificant for other people, keeps me going.
the hope of doing it, rewarding myself after a bout of some serious reading, brings smile to my face.
i m happy! really, i m happy!!
i m so crazy, seriously. nothing bothers me. somehow, it does not matter much to me that rahul gandhi is not living up to his expectations, that we are having FDI in retail, that India just got knocked out of T20 WC, that my mains is gonna happen in another 2 days, that i have a whole chunk still left to be read,
that economist is running special feature on India, that i am on a 2 week long vacation from work,
nothing. nothing matters. i m kinda feeling myself awkward
all that i do is read these days. read read n more of read
amma is happy facilitating. n i am feeling bad about it. i cant help. she is not accepting favours!!
and i m getting bored too. much more. but this hope, there is the HOPE
of just listening to this soothing song, or seeing a bit of my fav serial. however, insignificant its.
its making me happy.contended.
i just found out myself, how quickly i got over people, crazes. nothing keeps me engaged for a significant amount of time. nothing. i always want this change in life. hmmm.....tough to catch up with.
how in that case, to constantly keep myself busy, contended, happy and amused- all at the same time?
