There are certain things in life that are perennial sources of befuddlement. For example, your naked childhood photos, demise of your first real relationship, guilt, regrets, et cetera, et cetera. The list is practically endless. "Good and bad are relative concepts", said some wise man/woman (pun not intended). Similarly, one man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter. (Kashmir is not to be considered an example.)
It is easier to lose track of the topic in a pointless conversation than being fully engrossed in a logical one. The same thing happens when an avid reader reads pages after pages on Wikipedia. He/She (again pun not intended) started off with effects of global warming; a couple of hours later he/she (Do I need to write it all the time? Jeez!) is reading about the Bolshevik Revolution of 1917! It is also eerily similar to a relative whom you do not actually know comes out of the blue and exclaims, "Arre, beta, tu kitna bada ho gaya hai! Shaadi kab hai teri?" And I am like shouting at her in my mind whilst forcing a smile, "I'm friggin 26! And when the hell is your funeral?" There's absolutely no correlation whatsoever (when you look at it from my point of view).
What we experience today in our daily lives, what we see around us (if we really care to observe a bit) are far more than enough to addle a functional mind. Perhaps using the word addle is a gross understatement in itself. In other words, if you think that everything is OK, it means there's something definitely wrong with you. Some smartass once said that chaos is order yet undeciphered. In plain English, Tamil would sound gibberish to an Albanian (Albania is a country by the way). Perhaps I'm being too hopeful that there is a silver lining.
It is often said and widely believed that no fiction is truly fictitious. Meaning the author was able to reference the events he/she described in his/her junk with events that actually happened in real life. Such people are like the drivers of golf carts, you (= the golfer) do not know where he's (because golf cart drivers are generally men) taking you but you have this strong belief that he's leading you to the ball.
Need I say more?
It is easier to lose track of the topic in a pointless conversation than being fully engrossed in a logical one. The same thing happens when an avid reader reads pages after pages on Wikipedia. He/She (again pun not intended) started off with effects of global warming; a couple of hours later he/she (Do I need to write it all the time? Jeez!) is reading about the Bolshevik Revolution of 1917! It is also eerily similar to a relative whom you do not actually know comes out of the blue and exclaims, "Arre, beta, tu kitna bada ho gaya hai! Shaadi kab hai teri?" And I am like shouting at her in my mind whilst forcing a smile, "I'm friggin 26! And when the hell is your funeral?" There's absolutely no correlation whatsoever (when you look at it from my point of view).
What we experience today in our daily lives, what we see around us (if we really care to observe a bit) are far more than enough to addle a functional mind. Perhaps using the word addle is a gross understatement in itself. In other words, if you think that everything is OK, it means there's something definitely wrong with you. Some smartass once said that chaos is order yet undeciphered. In plain English, Tamil would sound gibberish to an Albanian (Albania is a country by the way). Perhaps I'm being too hopeful that there is a silver lining.
It is often said and widely believed that no fiction is truly fictitious. Meaning the author was able to reference the events he/she described in his/her junk with events that actually happened in real life. Such people are like the drivers of golf carts, you (= the golfer) do not know where he's (because golf cart drivers are generally men) taking you but you have this strong belief that he's leading you to the ball.
Need I say more?
