Why do I write?

“Why do you write? “ Someone asked me this morning. To write is one thing, to converse is another. What then bridges the gap for written conversation? Why should someone read what I write? And like it or dislike it? What interest us? Is it human desire to know what other feel? Or to find what if others thoughts match up to one’s own?

Discussions, debates, arguments meetings, chatting are all ways to know one another. It’s this communication that keeps the world alive. Incidents are shared to form stories leading to memories. We like company! :) We may not agree with someone’s viewpoint! But the fun is in knowing that another opinion to the same stuff exists!

What lies ahead...

Yesterday is history and tomorrow is a mystery. I can alter today to my benefit to have a happy history. I can plan tomorrow and solve part of the mystery. But plans don’t always materialise! History is not always pleasant either! But wtf! I am happy I tried.

To try is not to fail but to achieve to some extent. Goals cannot always be well defined. It kills the excitement of tomorrow... But like many, I want to have the cake and eat it too! :)

Get your hands dirty or you are never going to know what you are good at and what you suck at! ;)

To be bad at something is not wrong. To not know what you are good at is a waste of a life. Thinking is hard work... especially to the ones who are not used to it... The more I run away from thought the more rusted my mind gets... Its only when water flows continuously that the path is free of blocks... A freeway can get you speed but one needs to control the direction...

Driving one’s life to a destination is not the goal. To find a beautiful way throughout the journey to the destination is.

Ways to begin.. - Scene 1

Aaaare yyouuu haaappy beeeingg a ...ree...u ... Bang! Bang! BANG! I woke up with a start. "Ill pay tomorrow! Leave the damn thing on the door step!!" I scrambled out of bed, in time to catch the last of the water in the tap.. Power cuts! Now this! no water in the whole of the state.. no rains.. no vegetables.. prices are rising..

I grabbed the newspaper with the brush still in my mouth. 'Govt. announces water cuts in central suburbs from November' screamed the headlines. Some murderer is absconding. Gold prices have risen. India lost the cricket tournament. Yet again. Phew! I tossed it aside.

I hurried away, dodging the clothes on my bed. 2 steaming cups of tea and fifteen minutes later as the sun scorched the road mercilessly, I trudged ahead, thoughts of the entire day that lay in front of me. "LBS??" The auto wala shook his head. Three autos later, I realised I am on the wrong side of the road. I have to cross the road to get a rick to my destination. I cursed Mumbai autos and proceeded to cross the road.

A couple of swear words, a couple of breaks and honking later, I proceeded to alight, the gate if front of me. "Bhaiyaa, I do not have change". "Madam, I have just started my day". I bit my lip, and dug into my wallet. Lies is such a common thing. One is so lazy to try, and finds it better to lie instead! Seven coins spilled out of my wallet and tinkled their way to the ground.. I made a face. Having my lie exposed is not funny.

There are many ways to a manic monday.. the above is one of those! :)