The Unbearable Randomness Of Being

Why does it happen that every time I stare into space, a string of completely random unrelated thoughts come into my head? My brain is a rather chaotic place because at any given point of time, there’s always a song playing in my head (Iktata from Wake Up Sid at this point) Added to that, I’m thinking of completely random, unrelated things. Even when I was thinking of Miss.World and Obama, I was actually wondering why did Priyanka Chopra agree to do a film like ‘What’s your rashee?’ That movie when I want to nominate her for the Peace Prize! Now tell me, where does the peace prize figure in Bollywood? Unless Katrina Kaif plays the role of Mother Teresa in some movie.

Then I see the curtains that have recently been put up in my room (still hunting for red ones, these are temporary) They completely change the atmosphere of my room! So from a drab, cold, rather uninviting place, its suddenly transformed into a comfortable, warm, inviting place. Now I don’t want to move out from this room and my father does not appreciate me throwing a tantrum and asking for my meals here! And if white curtains can do such magic, imagine what the red curtains(if I ever get them) will do! Its amazing how simple curtains can change the entire feel of a place. Its like this thing you never notice when its there but hate its absence. I always thought curtains were a pain because I had to iron them and hang them every time they got washed. Now, having seen my room without them, they are going to be my most prized possession! (Song playing in head- Parde mein rehne do, parda na uthao!)

Dancing is so much fun! I always knew it and realized it again that day. Its recreational, the best form of exercise and the greatest stress-buster ever! And the best part about it is that you don’t need anything to enjoy it. Just put on some music (any music) and shake your body! If you are fans of your own singing (like me), you don’t even need the music. Just sing and dance to your own tune! Its one recreational activity you don’t even need to be good at. All that’s required to be able to burn the dance floor is enthusiasm. Some of my beat dance partners are people with two-left feet! There was never an activity that was as much fun as dancing. I love dancing! It gets my blood flowing, adrenaline pumping and my mood just gets better! Its the best way to spend those ten minutes between two chapters during exams! (Song playing in head-Dhan te nan!)

Now dance reminds me of stress. I have noticed one thing in these past few weeks or months (difficult to define the time) Everyone is unhappy. I know that everyone has problems in their lives at all times but its not often that all my friends seem to concur with me when I say,”life sucks!” Now my problem is my joblessness(if there is such a word) and the fact that ‘An idle mind is a devil’s workshop” Amongst my closest friends-Rockstar and The Dude have had break-ups and are trying to move on, Mr.Busybody has been ‘melancholy’ for sometime now and refuses to tell me why (I hate him), Mickey mouse..well..his existence is a bit of a problem for him. Gujju papdi’s life was always one big issue. Shotgun has been rather listless. Senior citizen sends me sentimental messages saying-Life moves on and two of the three musketeers have ailing loved ones. I mean, its like everyone’s sad times are clashing. So there’s a general feeling of dissatisfaction and unhappiness all around. No one really seems upbeat or buoyant and that is happening for the first time in 19.5 years of my life. Everyone’s life is messed up at the same time! Generally, I have a problem which I vent out to you. Some days later you repeat it to me. Now, phone sessions are longer because both sides have a lot to vent about! I am sure there’s some cosmic problem here and the stars are to be blamed (I know Mr.Busybody  and Rockstar will stop reading at this point if they haven’t already!) But how else do you explain this clash of misfortunes? (Song playing in head-Pyaar hua, ikraar hua hai)

Joblessness reminds me of how boring a watchman’s job must be. But that is a story for another day. I’m tired of typing (which reminds me of the lost art of ‘writing’ by the way) and I await a phone call which I know will not come. There will be more coming as and when I stare out into space again! (Song playing in head-Mere piya gaye Rangoon, wahan se kiya hai…)

Aah well..


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