Choices

I have been wondering for the past couple of days, what is the point of living? I mean, we are born, we spend our childhood with our parents, we grow up, we get married, leave our parents, have children, we watch them grow up, watch them leave us, and then while doing all this, one day we die. So it's established that one day we all die. But what of the time in between being born and dying? Can't we decide how we want to spend that time? I mean, after all, human beings are supposed to be free creatures, right?

So, let's assume that we were all given the choice to choose one point in our lives to freeze time and live in that phase. I would choose my school days, carefree, fun, and assuredly with my mother. No tension of getting married and leaving her and all that. Would that be just fine? But then, I wonder, what if she were given the same choice, and she chose a similar phase in her life when she was in school and with her mother? I wouldn't even get a chance of being born! Or what if there was a better time ahead, one that I unknowingly chose not to even give a chance? I would never know!

So, Maybe there is a point to all this, after all.

And suddenly the question changes from which phase to choose to whether we should be given such a choice at all.

What would you choose? To get a chance to make this choice, or to live life one day at a time and take all its surprises, good or bad, in your stride? Would it be any fun to live like a teenager all your life, and never get a chance to make your own decisions? Or would it be fun to be a teenager all your life and just not have any responsibility on your shoulder? And if you chose a particular phase, one that you like, is it necessary that all people around you will also want to be in that phase? Maybe it wasn't such a good time for someone else. Maybe that's why God decides all this.

There are still some choices that human beings are incapable of making, and that's where God comes into picture. What do you think he does the whole day anyways?

But he has left one choice to you. You can choose to kill me for such a horrible post, or you can choose to try to understand what I'm trying to say.

So, what will it be?

Until next time…

Judge-Mental

I believe that people should not judge other people, but sadly ended up doing it so myself.
Maybe assumptions should be clarified.Maybe i shouldnt be so mental about perceived judgements.
Maybe.
The best thing between friends (I realise now), is clarification.
Knowingly or unkowingly, i hurt you, and i'm sorry.

until next time...

Being Biki

Disclaimer: This write-up is solely based on the perceptions of the author and should not be taken too seriously, as in the words of Mr. Ramji, perceptions are like shadows and you can’t fight with shadows.

There is this guy in my class, the place where I’m doing my MBA, and his name is Bikram.
He too is doing his MBA there.
He is a weird character, and like most weird characters, he is adorable too.
His pet names range from bikini to biki to biks, and he doesn’t care a damn as to what people call him, he responds just as nicely to any name.
He usually keeps to himself, and his earphones, and if he does indeed venture out in class to speak, he ends up having an argument with the prof (in a lungii) over something as profound as love.
Profundity is his favorite pass-time, and he has an absolutely different pov for everything in this world.
Sometimes you can really widen your thinking-horizons by listening to him as he brings into perspective what I like to call, the third side of the coin. Most of the times, you tend to disagree violently, because as we all have been taught, a coin has only two sides, and stubborn that we are we just can’t agree that it may even have a third side.
Being what it is that he is, mostly you end up leaving it at “Let’s agree to disagree.”, but you can’t budge him from what he thinks, for the love of anything.
He never forces his views onto anyone, and doesn’t let the opposite happen either.
He just goes on arguing his case non-stop until you either agree, or give up, or agree to disagree.
He gives you a fair chance to convince him of your pov, he’s that magnanimous, but very few people do actually manage to change his view on anything.
He walks around carrying a ladies hand bag (of a lady friend, not his, of course!) because he thinks it’s the right thing to do, and turns a deaf ear to what people think, and what they perceive it to be.
Stubborn? Maybe.
He likes to write, and has a damn good rhyming sense.
Sometimes he even has a streak of humor while writing. (Sometimes. Mostly, it’s either Poona or some profound topic).
He loves Poona, his hometown to pieces, and will fight till eternity proving it is better than Bombay. (Which it is not. But I humor him sometimes, only so that he’d shut-up about it!)
He’s a food lover, a Jughead reincarnate, and much to the dislike of people like me, does not put on any weight, no matter how much he eats. Mac D’s, Vertigo @ Mocha, and Omelets happen to be some of his favorites that I know of.
To see a list of all his favorite food items, and restaurants, you need to buy a copy of Rashmi Uday Singh’s latest edition of The Good Food Guide. I can bet my last rupee (which in such market conditions is a BIG deal!) that 98% of the restaurants listed there will also figure on his favorites list.
He claims to be his own critic, much in line with his “I’m entitled to my views” policy.
He’s a darn good listener, and he never judges people.
But he also expects people to not judge him, or anyone else.
Over-optimistic? Maybe.
He pretends to be lost, indecisive, a person who does not know where he is going.
But, in fact I have never met anybody who is as sure about who they are, what they are, and what they want to do. (Except maybe this another fellow I know. But he doesn’t count, as he’s’ 24 going on 55.)
He may not know it at a conscious level, but sub-consciously he knows what all he (biki, not 24-goin-on-55) doesn’t want to be, and thus arrives at what he wants to be by method of elimination.
He needs to figure it out at a conscious level though.
He’s going to flip about this write-up, even though he pestered me to write it, and disagree with a whole lot of points.
After reading the previous statement, he’s going to deny flipping over it, and maybe (if I’m lucky) he won’t disagree with most of it either.
He’s also going to be laughing a lot when he reads this.
You will definitely like him when you meet him, but it is very difficult to be like him.
You need to be the biggest bhukkad, with a really big appetite, amazing listening skills, an established, unshakable view on everything in the world, in love with The Joker (Heath Ledgers, god bless his soul, to be precise) of the latest batman movie, and never ending love for Poona to be like him.
That’s all it takes for Being Biki.

Until next time…

p.s: Biks, this one’s for you dude! And as much as it will piss you off, you are not allowed to comment on it here, at least until the comments cross, say 10. What you can do is mail this to anyone and everyone you feel like, and ask them to agree/disagree and leave their comments!! : P