Where is the joy?

Is it me? Or are people actually irritating. I mean, I'm not a misanthrope or anything (or am I?), but then beyond a point, I just can't seem to tolerate certain people. Well, its not the people per se. But the way they behave. I mean, come on, you're out of college now. Please behave like you are civilized. Is that too much to ask from a grown up adult? Or am I just a boring old man?

Just today we were having a conversation with a certain someone on whatsapp about how we both are starved for intelligent conversation. Meaningful dialogue. I have been crying about the same thing. And I was shocked to see that the certain someone was speaking the exact same language. Well, this rant has been going on since we were in Goa. At least there we had Mr. G, B&B and the rest of the troupe (O, I shouldn't forget good Doctor, who's adorable, but in his own little world, which is also adorable). Over here, there's nothing. Nobody. Zilch. Zero. Shunya. And the other night. We took AJ to Nerd Nite. There was a lot of potential to connect to intelligence there, right? But then we didn't even strike a single conversation with the so-called intelligentsia. Why? Diffidence? The fear of rejection? Or am I just too proud to approach someone. I mean, come, I am soooooooooo intelligent. Shouldn't it just flow from my visage and shouldn't people just gravitate to me? Wasn't that how it was supposed to play out? Oh sorry, I think that was a dream.

So, another meaningless rant today, born out of the frustration that we are going through. There aren't any outlets. There isn't any joy. I mean, I could've talked about the helicopter ride that we went for. Or the other nice stuff that we have been doing. Like attending weird American documentary event with free popcorn at Ushahidi / ilab or attending Nerd Nite at the Boulevard Cafe. But no, this post isn't for them. Its just a paean to the frustration that we so love to love.

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.