LiFe=Randomize(Everything)

Everything in life is so random and all random things keep happening at random intervals of tie to random people with random results and impact. Isn’t that such a marvelously random way that life functions so randomly. Okay, if I use the word “random” once again, one of my respected seniors would sue me for copyright, others who know him would sue me for imitation, and all the other readers would run away!:P

If you’ve been brave enough to come to the second paragraph after all that crap, congratulations, for you must have guessed that I’m in one of those moods when I just feel saying any thing any crap and blabber about life, the universe and anything. Actually it comes from two things…one that I’m totally silly, and two, that I am the good kind of blogger who gives the readers, if any, a full variety in her posts!!:P As in you get poetry here, you get fiction, you get lectures on morality and philosophy, there’s male bashing and there’s female bashing, there are regular Loveguru sessions full of useful funde, you get updates on all the craps I do, you get quotes and you get serous pondering on the state of affairs that is. What more, I even added mush and pinky yucky stuff with pics and all? If this doesn’t prove to you I’m jobless and I’m good, nothing will. :D:D

My life as such is definitely going in one of those random patterns. I’m mostly happy, and so bored of being bored all the time that I’m cool with it. The people I work with are nice, they mostly mind their own business and I can still smile and talk if I want. And yeah there are like these two typical characters who come with me in the bus. One of them is called Kalu, and the other is Ahmed. For many days they used to sit behind me and “discuss” me, while I spent my looong journey reading something, or just thinking. One day they stuck up a conversation asking something, and since then everyday they keep inventing questions, topics and excuses to talk to me, and I keep giving answers to avoid, or to end the topic, or basically just foil their plans. It’s actually so funny, esp when they compete on grabbing the seat next to me, which I often place my bag on and pretend to go to sleep… Yeah I know I’m sounding like the mean snob who’s playing with others [grin] but what the hell, I’m not the least bit interested in talking to them. They are funny all right, but it’s more like comic. And here comes yet another forward from them. Do they even notice that I never reply?

Anyway, moving from random people to random talk, I was just wondering last night that books are also like real people. They make you react to them, think about them, love them, hate them. They become different in different moods and times, like evolution. Sometimes they tell you just what you wanted to know, sometimes they become your mirror, and sometimes they just shake you up with ignored truths. More often than not, when I read a book these days, I feel like an idiot. Now that’s why I call a book introducing you with your truer self!!

And does somebody know what’s wrong with Delhi’s rains. I mean, cmon, Mumbai and south have had enough. It’s ten days into “monsoon”; I am dying to bathe in the rain!! I don’t know how many people do that, especially as grown ups, but I’d say bathing in the rain is one of the ost delightful simple pleasures. Especially playing soccer or cricket in the rain and getting all muddy and drenched. I used to go cycling in the rain too, as a kid. And yeah, my friend adds, it can be real fun watching others do all this in the rain, esp girls bathing and dancing in the rain! Whatever…I would say I like the guys skidding in muddy pools in heavy rains better. [:(