To think, or not to think

The world is what we think of it inside our heads. It has all the treasure troves marked in the map you hold right now, but only if you believe that your life is a treasure hunt. To schizophrnics who believe that everyone is coming to kill them, everything that they see makes their conviction stronger in the fact that everyone is coming to kill them!

It is strange that we all live on the same planet, share the same air, unless, of course you are in an elevator with a fat Sardarji, who just finished his heavy, fart inducing lunch. In that case, sorry, you surely have an air about yourself that nobody would like. And I completely understand your predicament.

We look for indications that affirm our convictions. If something's on our mind, we try to relate the occurence of that something to ourselves. A classic situation is while watching a movie. I am sure that there isn't a person who doesn't put himself/ herself in the protagonist's shoes and try to model his/her own life's situations around that of the protagonists. I can imagine myself standing like the hero when I as much as listen to a song, of which, the visuals I am familiar with.

I was travelling on a bus when the song "Kuchh Kuchh hota hai" started playing. And all I could imagine was myself standing in some green countryside with strong wind blowing my hair in style. Sure, the director could have reduced the speed of the blower fan. that creates the artificial gust of wind so permanent for visual effects. But then, that's more than I could ask, I guess. Sorry, I am not at liberty to tell who the lady standing next to me was. Phew So much for the sake of being mysterious. Nevertheless, the bus ride got over. The only thing i was left with was a BIG pain in my arse. But the song was enjoyable for the time it lasted, specially with me in it!

I came back to my room after a 'Brokeback' journey. I switched on my computer, and saw my first name's initial somewhere I did not expect to. That too in BOLD Now, I'm in dire straits. Here's the deal. It's not even like my entire first name is there. It is just the INITIAL of my first name that I saw, and that alone has made me cook up the last 300+ words. Here are the thoughts that raced through my head when I saw my initials where I wasn't expecting to.

"Is this an indication that the Initial is because my name starts with the same letter?"

"Is it possible that I am simply imagining things? I mean, why would it be the way I think it is?"

"I must be really crazy."

"Maybe, that Initial is really for my name."

I could go on and completely pove that I have lost it. Specially, given the fact that you, the reader has no clue of what I'm takling about. Trust me, neither do I.