It’s a new year. The whole world rejoicing and welcoming the new year. But my feeling – INDIFFERENCE. It’s just another day. Men labelled the rotation and revolution of the earth as time and recorded the time taken for one oscillation and gave it a name. Why is the culmination of one revolution a cause for celebration? Why is it any more important than a rotation? Is it because it doesn’t happen as often as a rotation? What difference does it really make?
I’m like the Grinch to your Christmas, aren’t I? Well I understand the emotional need for man to celebrate, to let go and reasons to believe that his life has meaning. If that comes in forms of new year resolutions to keep and reminiscence of the bygones, then so be it. But I won’t be keeping any resolutions this new year’s, for I am now wiser. I’ve realised that resolutions can be kept at any point of time and I, for one, do not need to be bound by the whole “new year resolution” thing. If I make a promise, it’ll be because I want to and not because I have to. So no more new year resolutions.
As far as reminiscing old times and evaluating your life goes, I do it on a daily to once-in-two-days basis. So, I think I am covered on that front too.
But celebrations – I am all for. A night for friends and family to get together and have fun. That sounds like something that is worth looking forward to. Although, theoretically there is no need for a particular day for that, but practically, it takes a festival to reunite and rejoice. Hoping to have a lot more conversations over coffee and a wonderful time ahead.
Journalism is defined as the art of keeping journals. Is keeping journals an art, you ask? Yes it is! In order to know what to write and how to put it in a manner that is lucid and coherent. Taking notes is quite different from maintaining a journal. While taking notes, you take down the highlights or skim over the unimportant parts. Journals are filled with information. Whether it is important or not.
With my recent performance at blogging, it is safe to say that I’ve lived up to my name. I am indolent, which is proved my lack of want to think up and/or write up new ideas. I am an insomniac, which can be seen through the crazy stuff I’ve been posting recently. Well, insomnia may not be the only cause, but it is one of the major causes. Coffee may have a huge role to play in the craziness. But higher doses of coffee is known to cause insomnia, so there you go.
Everybody asks me, “Who’s your role model?” “Who do you look up to?” and so on. I don’t believe in role-models. Humans are fallible. Everybody commits mistakes and pinning your adoration on one person becomes dicey, when they commit mistakes. It becomes difficult to accept the reality that they too are humans and that they are just as prone to committing mistakes as we are. Why take that risk? This is why I believe in super-heroes. I don’t believe in super-heroes, as in, they are real. But I believe in the decisions and the values they follow. Here are some of the super-heroes and their qualities that I adore.
I know this is a cheap shot of a blog post, but when you decide to put me under limitations of time and topics, well it wasn’t you, it was me. So this is actually me being an ass. Anyways keep faith.
The whole world awaits the next episode of Game of Thrones. There are innumerable and ever irritating fans of GoT, and I’m proud to say I am one of them. This series teaches us honor, integrity and will-power among other things.
Anyways more on the series later, because it is already 11:50 pm and I’m supposed to post this before midnight.
My fantasies are often related to grandeur, fame and power. While dreaming, I often find myself in situations where I have to prove my worth intellectually or physically. Of course I end up either humiliating or decapitating my opponent and still remain humble and show sportsmanship by offering the guy some form of respect.
But then again, there are times when I lose and wake up, after suffering a surprising defeat. They are my nightmares. But, Am I afraid of failure in real life? Not really. Very few are afraid of failure, I believe. Most are afraid of what results after you fail. What would others think? What will happen next? And so on… But I don’t really care what others think of me or what’s to come next. All I care about is being better than the other guy. So I need to win to feed my ego.