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And They Lived Happily Ever After

I wonder why people like movies or books with perfect happy endings. I am not saying everyone does, and always. All am saying is majority of the people seem to like it if that's the case and majority of the stories seem to aid that preference.

My point is, what is it in us that prompts us to take immense pleasure over the fact that imaginary people's imaginary lives are perfect or happy? I honestly admit that in some instances, after the whole rigmarole of events, even I'd have been WTF-ing if there was a pointless ending. Like for example, in Kite Runner if Amir had failed to get Sohrab out of that godforsaken place after all the shit that happened, I'd definitely have said WTF. But isn't that how life is, most of the times? The good don't always win and the evil don't necessarily go to hell. So why do we not like a non-perfect ending to a book or a movie? Is it because we want to live in some self created utopic fantasy?

I wonder if it has got to do something with the fact that we realized life isn't perfect in the real world, so a fictitious portrayal of a perfect world would do something to ease the mind. Maybe give rise to the thought that there is hope after all.

I, for one realized am a tad too cynical for my own good even to smile at the random happy go lucky shit they hurl at my face. And hence this post.

Until Next Time,
NANo

jesus christ

live we must
fight we must
crack we must
fade we must
waste we must
die we must
die we must

She Is You

its not normal,
but its working for her.

this revenge on love,
and shutters of smile,
its not normal,
but its working for her.

hurt she was,lost she did.
but love too lost its child poetic.

this game of losing,
its not normal,
but its working for her.

Life in the Time of H1N1

Sorry no apologies for not posting for so long.

Now that I have got the all important issue of not posting out of the way, I can die peacefully.

Disclaimer: What I am writing about now has no heads or tails and is probably one of the most incoherent shit fest, you my imaginary reader, would probably chance upon. Don't ever fuckin think of subscribing to my thought process coz most of the times even I don't.

Onwards then mate.

Real materialistic life is a fallacy. Life is a dream. A dream the world, you and I are bound to dream. Probably keep dreaming forever. Such is the fate of us lesser mortals.

Aha you wonder why, profound yet stupid notion, I live with such a premise. It is not because every sane person dreams of world peace or no poverty/hunger. Those are just benevolent thoughts we like to think/dream about to make us feel better about ourselves. Don't get me wrong here, I am a firm believer in human beings. What I don't believe is that humans can ever live in perfect harmony. A short course in history shall rid you of any such misguided notion.

So back to the life is a dream bit. What is our purpose in life? What is that we want to achieve? When you really have a look at it nothing is really worth it. Except maybe love, but thats an entirely different ball game. Life is a dream because that's the way we want to live it. Our dreams our guided by who we are and what our thought process is and what we hold valuable in life.

Ahh fuck it. I think I lost the train of thoughts sometime ago. In short what I wanted to say was "Life is a dream and you are truly happy only when you attain that state of bliss in which you have taken out you and me from the equation. When you realize that there is no me or I in this world that is when you are in a perfectly happy world"

Awake she stays
Night fools her
Your darkness is in my soul

Vipul

PS: I am a contradicting fucker and have no clue what I write. So shut it.

Of Being On Top

At one time or the other, many of us might have felt that the whole rigmarole called life is pointless. Do not misunderstand me; I wish to prophesize neither depressing thoughts nor self pity. What I was trying to put across is, is the whole of it worth it?

Trying to put in ungodly hours just to be termed ‘better’ than the one next to you; working your arse off to beat that guy who got a GPA of 0.1 more than you; wishing how you could’ve worked harder and done better at that entrance test, or how you could’ve nailed that job or done things differently in a relationship... The list is endless.

This is pretty much the rhetoric shit I hear from more or less everyone around me. And if this sounds clichéd, then it is probably clichéd for a reason. Reason being, deep down, all of us are just afraid to be termed mediocre. Or worse: incompetent. There is this inexplicable urge to be on top. Of EVERYTHING. And is that really a good sign? Survival of the fittest?

Now, I *do* agree that sometimes even I get carried away by the pressure and get in line for the rat race. But then again when I have these sudden flashes of enlightenment I sit down and write such crap questioning basically everything around me. Which brings me to the current question running in my head: Why so serious - about the life, universe and everything?

I understand excellence costs. But if the cost of it is our contentment and maybe happiness, is it worth it, really?

Until next time,

NANo

Author's Note:
I note the tawdry connotations of the title which make no relevance to the topic of discussion whatsoever. And I plead temporary unimaginativeness.