The Unbearable Randomness Of Being-II

Now I was looking at the watchman today and since I feel like attributing my idleness to everyone I see, I felt for the poor man. What a boring job! All he does is sit around under a tree, occasionally chatting with my driver(if the car’s at home) or most of the times, staring into space like me. Now I have a million things I can do if I found the energy for it. He is doing what most people do from 9am-5pm-earning his living! But how monotonous! He comes running up to the gate to open and close it every time anyone walks in or out of the building and carries your shopping bags to your house. That’s about all.And frankly, if a thief was to come to rob me, I don’t see this man being of much use in protecting us! He’s thin and lanky, carries no stick/gun etc. He’ll probably be the mouse who flees a sinking ship. He’s probably pretty qualified and just can’t get a job due to the recession. Which means he isn’t really wanting to be a watch-man. Why would he then risk his life to save my valuables? Now, I think this man is rather useless!  Awara hoon, ya gardish mein hoon, aasman ka tara hoon!

I wonder why some people just don’t speak. Now, I love talking and hearing the sound of my voice. And I never understood how people can not like it. Some people stubbornly refuse to talk! Like, its a red-letter day the day you hear them talk. Like Shy-Boy in the DebSoc. I mean, he never talks and I’m certain he goes off to sleep when others are talking to him! Don’t such people ever fear they’ll lose their voice? I mean, look at it. You keep an appliance in storage for a long, long time. When you finally take it out and decide to use it, you can never be certain the damned thing will work. Its been unused for so long. More often than not, it will require oiling and will creak irritatingly. Don’t such quiet people fear that when they do eventually put their voices to use, their voices might not work due to lack of use? Isn’t it better to keep it in constant use and be assured it will work when you need it?(Ye dosti hum nahi todenge!)

Why am I bored with life? Why do I complain that I have nothing to do? I mean, I am doing English[Hons]. I have a million books to read and supposedly interesting ones at that. I have research projects to complete, I have movies to watch, music to listen to and a blog to write. Why am I still bored? And these are activities I enjoy doing. But idleness is getting to me and this lack of productivity has definitely addled my brains. Look at the string of nonsense I have been writing about. Do you need more proof? I think I need to define what I mean by productivity first and then cut down on my sleep. I sleep far too much! And then I need to find something to do. Wait!I already have a lot to do. I need to find the motivation to do them! (Main aisa kyun hoon?)

Now that I am getting tired of typing again, I am reminded of the lost art of writing. This computer has ruined all our habits. I remember when we were kids, we were told to write with ink-pens to improve our handwriting. I remember practicing my cursive for days on end to be able to write beautifully. Today, though, no one cares about their handwriting because everything is typed! Even love letters have lost their charm. Love e-mails are just not the same (I don’t get either so I don’t know why I’m complaining!) But it was nice to see bits of articles and poems in neat handwriting. It gave a feeling of belonging when you could see and recognize a friend’s handwriting. Hand-written notes in pretty coloured pens and hand-made paper are such a thing of the past. Handwriting formed a part of your personality. It often suggested some trait. Like people looked at my handwriting and told me I’m an introvert. I still have to find that side of me! I guess its a boon for those who scrawled instead of writing. But I miss ‘writing’ just the same!

Writing. Now I can make a connection. I think Milan Kundera is really random. I read his book, I liked it but I still felt it was way too abstract. I really did not get what he was trying to say. I don’t think I like abstraction too much. Many different stories, while each one of them made sense on their own, their was always something missing in each of them. And I don’t know where he linked it all together and how they all made sense(if they did). Thus, this randomness is for him. And the title, a steal from his book (the one I have’nt read yet)

I want to read ‘The Unbearable Lightness Of Being’. I want to read it because I love the song Iktara from Wake Up Sid. And a review described this song as portraying the unbearable lightness of being. So, now I want to read the book to connect it with the song! Bollywood is my biggest inspiration. I love it when life represents the movies, when I can sing a song for any incident, when we liveour lives the way those characters live theirs! I wanted to read Anna Karenina after I came to know that Kareena Kapoor was named after her. I love my Bollywood connection and that I am totally Bollywood! And as long as Bollywood inspires me to read good books., I think its doing a good job, isn’t it? Isn’t it?

Jeena yahan, marna yahan

Iske siwa jaana kahan,

Jee chaahe jab humko aawaz do,

Hum hain yahin, tum bhi yahan!

I can’t believe I can be this random! And even more surprising is that I enjoy it! These oh-so-random things give incredibly lazy people like me so much food for thought! Next time I stare out into space, I’ll theorize about why beaches are better than hills! Its better than tackling Dr.Faustus any day!

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3 thoughts on “The Unbearable Randomness Of Being-II

  1. Completely random!
    But nevertheless..it makes sense to me..coz i know a lil of your thought process from the 8yrs of knowing and loving (and talking, of course :P).
    And i dont really agree with your ‘gardish me taara’ segment..coz by default we are happy people!! Its just the need to vent out nonsense in front of our beloved ones which might have given u the idea that life’s in a universal sad phase.. Am sure The Dude at the least will agree.

  2. 1. The ‘gardish mein hoon’ segment was for the watchman.Lol
    2. Of course we’re happy people. The point is everyone seems to have something serious to vent about at the same time. Which has never happened before. That’s why I think the world is in a state of universal sadness!

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