The coin that stood

If the gist of the post I am about to write were to be put in one single line, the line would be this...

"It's not about the destination, but the journey."

But why live on the planet without causing  trouble to the minds of some poor soul who happened to mistakenly click the link you shared? Nah! No fun in that! And hence, I shall write on!

The fun's in the chase. The end is there, exactly where it was yesterday. Perhaps we have only come a bit closer, or maybe farther. But we will reach the end, eventually. Be it one end, or the other.

I'm only afraid that what I write will enter a bit more than I expect, into the realm of philosophy.

Words like "Result/Goal oriented" sound good. In fact, they sound amazing. But only on a resume. And if the interviewer selects someone with the above words on his/her resume, the job is going to kill the person of boredom. Life would look like the view from a horse's eyes. Mind you, the horse has blinkers on both eyes. So basically, the world is the 5-6 inch space that you can see between the blinkers. Wonderful! Why not be an untamed stallion instead?

And now, all of a sudden, I'm completely blank.

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All I can see is a blinking cursor. And there are fewer feelings worse than feeling that you have hit the proverbial wall, the wall of words!

Crapppp!!!!!! There's a gigantic cricket inside my room!!!!!! Mummmmaaaayyyyyyy!!!!! What a freak show! Okay, it's gone into hiding, somewhere behind a pile of newspapers, under which, someday, there used to be a table top. Goodness! I haven't seen the top of my table in a long while. 

I don't know why I am remembering the time when a cricket got into my underpants. Okay! The following content requires parental guidance. No! Actually, it is completely R rated.

So, this once, I was sitting in my room. This is about 2 years ago. I must have probably fallen asleep in the sticky, humid Kerala afternoon. I woke up, started doing whatever it is that I was supposed to do. I suddenly felt something in my underpants. Something wiggling. And I hate stuff that wiggles, specially when it is in my underpants. Underpants! Wow! Screw the formality. Chaddi it is! I would have preferred Kachchha instead, but then, moving on! So, I felt this riggly-wiggly thing in my chaddi. Upon a bit of manual inspection, the wiggly thing turned out to be a Cricket-ka-bachcha(Progeny of a cricket). Literally! I only wonder how it got there. There is another instance when red ants got into my chaddi. But I guess I should stop with crickets. I don't want humans to cringe after reading stuff.

Finally! I got a few words about life being all about the journey, and not about the final outcome. If we are all about finishing things, it is like Adam Sandler's movie "Click". You have a remote, that will allow you to see the end result, without you having to see all the toil that went into bringing out that result. Fun, no? And a double whammy, at least as far as results go,is that the moment you reach your decided mark, you shift your mark. So it is all back to the drawing board!

I have a subject called Principles of Management. The lenght of the subject's name is enough to put most of my classmates to sleep. And the subject itself.... Well, never mind. But today, the topic of discussion was "Decision making". There are 2 kinds of situations where we make decisions. In one case, we know the outcome of our decision. And hence, we follow a (usually) set path to attain the desired outcome. The second case is where the outcome to the decision taken is unknown. Stakes are higher. Even life might be on a balance. But I'm sure it will be fun, at least while it lasts.

Another incident happened in class today. I was sitting, trying to concentrate on what the professor was professing, for a change. I overheard some murmurs somewhere. I don't even know what it was that was being said, but I picked up a few random words here and there. For a second, I felt an inkling that I was being talked about. I'm pretty sure that what was being said, was definitely not something good, but the mere prospects of I being talked about sounds exciting to me. I don't even know if it was I that was being talked about. But I get a kick from thinking that it was me the chatty folks were talking about. No issues if the topic of conversation was derogatory in any sense. You're surely doing something right when people are talking about you, be it good or bad. I don't even know what it is that I am doing, this is obviously, only in case I was being talked about. I feel I have wallowed in myself enough for one day.

Wow! Now I feel like waltzing with the first person I can find.... Nah! I'll stick to watching the movie "In Bruges".

The cricket's flying around again!!!!!!!!!! MummmaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyYY!!!!!

Not anymore. I killed it! Yeah!