…another four letter word, most times, these days.

Ok. Rant time. Reader discretion advised. 😀 I’m not, rather, in one my sanest of moments (which incidentally I am not, anyways, most times 😛 ), but now more than ever, I am questioning stuff; things I’ve somehow known would happen, would not happen, had hoped against hope would happen, or not; and of late life deals another blow, after all those blows it has, more often than not, been delivering anyway, regardless of its frequency or impropriety of occurance. I told you. I’m raving mad. Stark, whatever whatever. 

In nature things are so simple. You’re a deer, you run for your life, if you see a lion; if you’re a lion, you run to ensure you can keep running (story here in a prev. post) ; either way the lines, the laws, they are all so clear-cut. No insidious underhand subtle or overt plotting planning double-faced and stony faced (punctuation deliberately manhandled). But life for us so called intelligent superior humans, is just so complicated. Am reminded of Arjun telling me that he liked a particular line from “Bachna e Haseenon”, where Deepika says “Life utna hi complicated hai jitna hum banatein hain” (Life is as complicated as WE make it). She did not know persons like I know, or for that matter a lot of us know too :P. While I do understand where she’s coming from, when she says that, putting the onus upon oneself, to de-complicate stuff that is happening to you, there is this huge web of life that one is involved in, and if one is stuck on the sticky strands of the web, well like that proverbial spider, it quite overwhelms you. Life, I mean.

How does one explain that life does go on, to a rape victim, who is shattered? How?

How does one tell a parent who has lost a child that’s life, and one must look beyond? Where?

How can one assure a young woman/man whose eagerly awaited Valentine just made the final disappearance from his/her life, riding onward to the Heavens above,  and he/she being reminded each day of his/her absence/presence, is at a loss on how to move on? Life? Where do I stand? What do I do? I am asked.

How do I tell my friend who’s been preparing so hard for a particular something, and she’s been refused in the most unethical of ways, Hey, Listen up! Do you think it might be a godsend you know, this humiliation? Ah! the joys of having it said to your face, Oh, you’re not IT. When you know, I know, They know, very very differently!

And then there is suddenly the upside. The egg cracks, but gets cooked sunny side up. 😆

How life looks up, when one has been able to silence a marauding mob of opinionated egos;

Of how one is greeted with a silence that speaks volumes, that gives to one an invisible pat on the back 😀

Of how life gives you so much, and you find a bit of it in epiphany- a moment of communion, silent, mirthful, and entirely disrespectful, in a meeting??? 😆 😆 😆

And yes, how your child takes you by the hand, on the phone, and patiently tells you, explains to you, as if you were a child of three, how to go about engineering a mutiny? Oh the joy of it all! And aids and abets your wildest dreams of actually attempting to  execute it, sometime when the time is right, and the insanity has reached saturation point? The joy! The bliss!

You got it, dear readers. I have reached that state of nirvana, where I am fit to be certified. This post shall be the confirmation of it all, as I get incarcerated in some loony bin, pretty soon. Please do enquire as to what had happened to this dastardly mutineer if no posts are seen again on this space.

Insanely yours.
19 February, 2012.

Another upside. I actually got a post in, on yet another Sunday!