getting to choose your reality/fiction

So I was reading Upasna's post about stories, making connections and it got me thinking. Really thinking. How in life we don't get to choose stuff, and have to randomly connect dots based on instincts or beliefs. Most of the times, after everything has happened. The end is always unpredictable, owing to all the uncertainties involved.


Writing stories on the other hand, is different. It gives you a chance to cheat, to know/change the ending and then connect the dots. Linger through the (forbidden?) forests as long as you want. Stop at those mountain peaks, those waterfalls, the random trees. There is no exact need to be in a hurry or to not enjoy a moment.


I have always wanted to look at life, in general, from a distant angle. From a suspended reality perspective. Like as in a limbo. How pointless would everything look from there. Of course, Aai would think otherwise and tell me to get myself checked or something. (sometimes we have these brief discussions when she chides, that all this education and these books have in a way made me more complicated :D Imagine telling this to a person who is constantly trying to simplify things!!!!)


I like Calvin (CLICK THE LINK!). First because he has Hobbes. And second because he always seems to have such a solid grip on life (not in an over bearing, control freak way but his in the moment ways). Specially with his wit, innocence and morbid excitement.


~nightflier


P.S. Cheating in life has altogether different connotations and involves lots of moral dilemmas. Don't even let me get started on that! ;-)
P.P.S. I know its bill watterson, who should really be thanked for Calvin. :-)

I miss Calvin!

There was a time when I used to spam my friends mailboxes with Calvin and Hobbes emails. With some thought poured into it, I would sometimes come with titles for CnH strips or sometimes just borrow them from somewhere. It was during my work days. But then I went to US and it gradually stopped. Initially I used to be all pumped up about it, deciding on a time when it would be morning for almost all of my contacts (used to be around 12 am cst). Don't know how it completely stopped. Don't know why I lost the zeal for such small things. Don't know why I started thinking that whatever I was doing was such a huge deal that all these little things had to be ignored. Don't know when things started getting so boring.


What I miss the most is, the need to spread laughter and happiness around ceased to exist. And I feel terribly bad about it. :(


Nevertheless since its normally not late to share laughters I am coming up with a widget on my blog. Thats the only non invasive way of sharing them, I could think of. Other opinions are welcome.


~nightflier

He's back !!

For long (2 years may be, since I became mail savvy) he was an essential part of my daily existence. Lately he was into hiding.

But I am glad to announce that he's back. Not on popular demand or anything, but on his own will. 

Ladies and Gentlemen, the bugger is back to spam your mailboxes. Muhahahaha !!!!!

On a good girl note, I hope you find your treasure !!

Cheers to the cheer and crappiness,

~nightflier!