Ten Truths About Life

(Takes a long deep swig from her bottle of water)

Lately, I have developed a whole new meaning/ logic in respect of Life. And it is this: It has no meaning. We spend all our lives in pursuit of some kind of meaning, justifying everything that occurs in the world around us with some cause and effect, and what’s and why’s, but it all really, really reallllllllly comes down to a big WHATEVER.

(Is now in that high-on-cold-boiled-water frame of mind - blurred vision, mindless typing)

(Drinks more water: Three more swigs. Consecutively. Feeling High-er )

No, but seriously. I have come to believe in this theory as strongly as I believe in my theory of Cyclicity of the Universe/ Life and in theory of Everything Happens For a Reason (As elaborated in one of my old blogposts – here). Everything makes sense. And everything is stupid- mindless. I know that’s totally contradictory- and yet, that’s the truth about the world- It is based on the principle of Ordered Anarchy –or Principia Discordia – the order in Chaos …. the Chaos in Order.
THAT is the Truth. And that’s the only truth.

(Is wondering if excessive cold water can damage the liver too; it seems to be impacting her brain pretty badly. Drinks some more. Feeling pukish)

It seems I have lost charge. Of my own life. And the funny thing is, I was never free-er. Right now, right here, if I want, I can change anything. Everything. But I know for a fact that I won’t. Everything seems to be going picture perfect. I hatttee appearances!! Wow, I can crib. God, you wanna put me in the malaria and poverty infested jungles of Africa maybe… and beg for mercy and display more gratitude- for everything. Instead of this self-absorbed, brattish- spoilt-kid cribbing.

(Stares blankly at her empty bottle. Domestic help has the cheek to reprimand me for not finishing my dinner. :O Has now put my bowl of curd at my desk- as if! Have been on the Hot Choc Fudge Therapy since the past 3 evenings now. Nirula’s people probably love me. Sigh- if wins over everything else in life were that easy to come by. Can’t treat myself to Hot Choc Fudge tonight. Got a blocked nose and cold. It’s like that strange situation wherein you can’t take a disprin despite a throbbing headache, coz u are already on paracetamol. ( You do know, dear random blog reader, that disprin and paracetamol form a lethal combo ? )

Mayur just likened me to a “Manager” (Yes, Mayur.. this blogpost is being written live with our chat..) I HATE that word. Much as I hated MBA.

Much as I hate cribbing.
Much as I DO crib.
Much as I don’t know why I am still blabbering.
Much as I dunno how to balance the themes of “Mangement”, “Compost”, and “Hormones” in two separate conversations, simultaneously. ( yeah.. yeah)
Much as …

Much as…

I wish. I wish I would stop wishing, and start doing something about everything I feel like cribbing about.

(Picks up the empty bottle and hits on her head. Doesn’t help knock her back into senses. Gives up. Stops typing.)

PS. Don’t ask me what sense does the title of the post make. Lord, I know not!