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Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Musings

Few days earlier I broke bread with Robin Sharma's Guide to Greatness. After much thought the only take aways from the book were a) drink more water b) figure out what I was put on this earth for. Biology could have told me both.

This morning, traversing the beaten track from home to work, on the breezy desolate local, I realised that the running sewer, like me, is hardly photogenic. Like calloused hands, dirty secrets and melancholy whores, the dazzle of Bombay hides behind closed doors monotony and tedium of life ordinary, with no escape in sight.

Written words, those by me, make me contented like a walk by the sea or an afternoon nap. Unwritten words criss cross my mind every minute of every day and yet, they never see life. They rightfully deserve a mourning.
I am learning that I am an intensely private person, reluctant to reveal what I really think. I wonder if my smiles ever reach my eyes. Someone called me 'politely sarcastic' yesterday. I wish in addition, I had been called unapologetic too.

I fear I will never figure out what I want to do in life.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ah, but you will experience so much that is enriching and worthwhile trying to figure it out. If I were you I would fear figuring it out too quickly...

Tuesday, May 30, 2006 4:09:00 AM  
Blogger Mrs. Dalloway said...

Purposeoflifeophobia. Happens. All the time.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006 12:45:00 PM  
Blogger Anil P said...

That is the purpose of life, to keep figuring out until you can figure it no more.

Saturday, July 01, 2006 6:23:00 PM  

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