random drunk writing...

ok, so i haven't posted here in a while now. guilty as charged. so, here goes, a piece of drunk writing i did in my final year of college, preserved and reproduced as under:

Inertia versus Action

‘Change’, as they say, is inevitable. An ability to change what one can and live with what one cannot would lead to Happiness. Happiness, over here, does not mean those momentary material pleasures that one experiences but something more lasting and enduring.

One can either accept change or try to resist it. Either reaction to change is an attempt to reach the same end, Happiness. Happiness must not be seen as an end. It is the path that one traverses on the way to the goal. To see matters from this perspective is a difficult task. So, if we accept that the process is superior to the goal, then we might as well accept the change and move on.

Sometimes, we embark upon tasks that are seemingly impossible. Why do we do this? It is Hope that drives us on. It answers the ever-present question of ‘what if…?’ by making us actually do what we are passionate about.

Thus, the original dilemma remains: ‘Whether to accept change or to resist’. To accept change would be to derive pleasure in the journey whereas to resist it would be to strive to reach the goal nevertheless. None of these alternatives seem rather appealing for the time, and so I resign to Hope that tomorrow will be a better day, irrespective of my actions today.

A year in Goa...

Hi Blog! Longgggg time no c... A year living in Goa now. And I am still the same. You would think I would've gotten a girlfriend by now, tried coke / hash / at least weed, partied my arse off, indulged in groupsex (ok, now that's taking things too far, but what the heck! we're just imagining). Yeah, even I thought that after so much time in Hippie Heaven, I could tick most of those boxes. But, unfortunately, you know what? I haven't done any of those things. And, surprisingly, there's a part of me that's ok with it. Is that abnormal? Am I growing old? Or is it just who I am? Or I'm just chickenshit. I guess we'll never find out.

Anyways, being here for a year now has made me realise a few things about Goa:

1. Contrary to popular belief, all Goans (or Goenkars as they are called in Konkani) don't run hotels or restaurants or bars or wineshops. There is a huge chunk of people that is engaged in serious economic activity. I'm talking REAL people. With REAL jobs. Who go to work everyday and come back home to the wife. I know its quite obvious, every place has that group of people. But I always thought of this place as a tourist place with nothing else to it. Well, call me naive!

2. That brings me to my second point. Did you know that tourism is not the only big money-grosser for Goa. There's also iron ore mining. A huge chunk of the state's revenue comes from mining and allied industry (logistics etc.), which is now taking a huge beating, as all commodities are.

3. Tweeting (www.twitter.com/nvavi) is taking out all the blogging from me. Ok, this isn't a realisation about Goa, but nevertheless. Its a good thing, this tweeting. But, is it an alternative to blogging? Its like one big blog gets taken out you bit by bit, each tweet you do. Or does it.

I think that should make for another blog post. Ciao for now, fellas