I had two exams tomorrow. Pardon the apparently wrong grammar in that sentence. Because it makes perfect sense. One of the two got shifted. That, probably explains why I am online at 2 in the night, and writing a blog; of all things!!!
I am a firm believer in the fact that everybody has a special talent . Something, that is reason enough for him to soar above the clouds of mediocrity surrounding his daily, mundane activities.
Something at which he is better at than most other people. Something for which he is really passionate about. Something far removed from the general perception of talent. Like being nice to people or animals or to the environment for that matter. Like solving crosswords. Like forming the perfect one-liners to go with every situation. Like being an inspiration to a whole lot of people. Like making perfectly round chappatis. The last one i had to add, because of a very special person :)
Thoughts.
Random....Discrete...Continuous.
Mine, more discrete than continuous.
Halfway through my blog, I want to write something about the woman who drove though the suburbs into her blues ( courtesy- The doors). Didn't she have friends? Or were her friends the high-flying kind? The kind of people who were slaves to designer labels, cocktail parties and charity auctions. The ones who blew a thousand kisses in the air when they met...
Friends.
Good...better...best.
" ..you win some, you lose some..".
Is it really the cool thing to do to be rude to people...to pass comments ranging from the mean to those bordering on the obscene, to gain acceptance into the so-called elite group? Life isn't very different now, from what it was in pre-school. But then again, this isn't pre-school. Its not about getting bullied. Its about not keeping quiet and having fun watching someone get bullied.
But then again, chances are, you get bullied in their place. At the end of the day, all one wants is love, respect and some appreciation. The brickbats come free with the bargain; which is difficult to come to terms with at times. Thats what friends are for. To remind you, in the words of forrest gump, that "shit happens". Egjactly.
Ahh..crap. Random musings of a thoroughly confused mind.
Exams do this to people i guess.