A good laugh or two, in oblivion...

Once upon a time there was a girl, and there was a guy, and no this is not a love story. They never met, and there are no love stories to talk of. Infact there is no love, and no story to talk of here. It's just a tiny bit of reality. It's about two people I know, rather knew, for I can't boast of still "knowing" them any more. They have drifted too far apart, mentally that is, to be fathomable any more to me. And that makes me sad. I don't intend to be boring, and I don't intend to tell a long tale about two people who don't know each other, and who are hardly known to most of u likely to be reading this. But the only reason I mentioned them is this...pretence. We all probably wannabe somebody other than who we are, and trust me this is sad. But it's also equally human. Dissatisfaction is the name of the game for most of us. It's one thing to try and learn things we admire from others around and quite another to self-ridicule onself, and sometimes ridicule even others on the basis of skewed perceptions of "qualities" that one possesses, or doesnt possess, for that matter.Am I sounding in one of my preach-modes again? Maybe yes, and I'm sorry, but the only one I wanna preach to at the moment is myself. I'm appalled by the number of people around me dissatisfied with what they are, that is why they look upon others, then they get insecure, then they either want to be like that, or convince themselves that the other person, or that particular attribute of his personality is SO BAD so that they can get back to being comfortable with thier oh-so-small selves, and then all they end up is with more dissatisfaction, because in the whole process they forgot whatever 'good' qualities they themselves have, eventually losing them, and they forget the basic funda of 'life is a learning process, a journey, not a destination' so soon. Queer observation? Well that's not the only thing that's wierd with me.I'm sad today, because the guy in question was once a very good friend of mine, but slowly, bit by bit, he became so different from what i knew him as, that today, the image I have of him in my mind, the first 'him' that I got to know, has become so different form what he is today that it hurts me a lot. Why did this happen, I dont know for sure. Maybe he was trying to fit in with his peers, the rowdies around,and in the process lost what made him so different, and so much better than everyone else. He's become someone else now, and I can't even identify my friend. But I'm hurt. The gal I talked about was also a victim to the tide of change also known as peer-pressure and changing-with-the-times. She tried becoming oh-so-cool, but sacrificed her own ideology for that, the basic principles she said her life stood on. Is that fair? I don';t know. It's her life, she's absolutely free to decide. I can't say anything. I won't. I'll just sob in silence staring at the dark oblivion that's swallowed two bits of my life.
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I didnt intend to be so serious this morning. But sometimes early mornings on weekends, when the world sleeps, and insomniacs like me think, it happens. Still, I don't intend to invite "Oh-my-God-Phoenix You're thinking!!!" reactions now, so lets move to the brighter parts of life now.
RENDEZVOUS is the first word that comes to my mind when I think bright. The second word is messy. Even though on the whole things are moving somewhere, at times everything appears so chaotic, everything so much behind schedule, and the workload so ill-distributed, it's disturbing. I know most of these glitches would be over and smoothened and the fest wd be able to rock, but inefficiency in general always irks me. Gosh! I AM the most dissatisfied person on earth.
Hell, I was supposed to talk of good things right. The five funniest things that come to my mind at the moment are:
1. Shahrukh goody-goody Khan in the LUX ad...Gosh..he's hideous. The pet cry baby of Bollywood is now in the bath tub. (If r an SRK fan, sorry, but I can't stand most of his 40yr-old-loverboy-in a see-through shirt-love-my smile-sequences in movies)
2. The look on Ponting's face when England won the Ashes, and whatever crap has been written/said/happening as an aftermath. Seriously their politcian's can be just like our own Laloo!
3. The hysteria that this JEE pattern change has generated. OK know it's not funny, it's about the career of so many, and I have genuine opinions of my own on this(have actally had heated debates ont his), but the daily sloganeering by FIITJEEians, the mass invasion of insti by the press, footage and interviews of students and profs and absolutely anybody on all channels(which includs me too, for two days I've been shown on Aajtak, Zee etc, plus arbit 'opinion-interviews' at God knows how many channels :D) is kinda amusing.
4. A poem that I wrote, but it's so funny, and so sarcastically funny, and so mindless, but might offend some people, so am not posting it.
5. I realise I can't think of anything funny or good at all. Please read colourful Keeda's and Shalabh's blog(secy sir), links in the side bar, for some genuine fun, and a good read.
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“Every dark cloud has a silver lining, but lightning kills hundreds of people each year who are trying to find it.”