A fork on the road with riches on either side.

This is an article I wrote for my college newsletter describing....um.....well, you'll find out when you start reading.

PS - I bullshitted a lot when I start praising what I praised.

August the 6^th, 2007. I had just returned from a very rainy holiday from the serene beaches of Goa three days before. A beautiful day this day was, not for the fact that the sun suddenly smiled down on India’s carnatic land that day considering that it hadn’t presented itself consistently since June ended; but because it was a new day for me, a new experience – for I was to start my first full time job in an architectural office. Somehow, I didn’t feel the butterflies that one would normally associate with new experiences, though I did see a few of the beautiful creatures fly by my window. I remember I had told Architect XYZ that I would be able to show up to work on the first week of August, tentatively on the 6^th; and this I had told him sometime in May. The thought that he might have forgotten crossed my mind, so, due to this reason (partly) and partly because I didn’t know what else to do, I called him, at 8 in the morning. I think I woke him from his sleep. Why he was still asleep is none of my business.

So I was expected to show up at the workplace at 9.30am. Unlike college, I DID show up on time. As a matter of fact, I actually arrived there 5 minutes early. Again, unlike college, there was no one and the door was locked. I waited a full half an hour before anyone else showed up, and it was my new colleague who led the way into the office (more like a residence, but anyway). I had seen the “office” before during my interview, but now the workspace seemed somewhat weird. Maybe because there were a lot more people then and the silent absence caused an eeriness in me. Then the day went on, with my other colleagues showing up (I knew them from college, they were my seniors), and later with the principal architect making his presence known by giving his first words in the office to me- telling me that that I should watch how work goes on in there for a day or two before I was assigned anything so that I was acclimatised to the situation.

The day went on and on and on and on till dusk arrived. And the next day came and went, so did the next, and the next, and after a LOOONNNG time it was two weeks. I was beginning to get more work, and I had “acclimatized” myself to the office. I went on my job duties as regularly as an architectural employee would, and then, with a warning time long enough for me to go to Alaska and back, it struck me. WORK WAS TERRIBLY BORING!!! I just couldn’t imagine how monotonous work could be before I joined there, especially because I always thought work would be my liberation from college. How wrong I was. It was not fun- it never was. The thought didn’t only strike me once, it struck me again and again till it began ringing in my head. Why was the feeling that all software employees get felt by me? This isn’t right, it couldn’t be. The reason I didn’t do engineering was because of this insane boredom of a desk job. I pondered on, and I just couldn’t imagine why I felt what I felt. Earlier, I had friends to block monotony from creeping into my life; now I had nothing, save my downloaded movies.

I speak for myself when I talk of this boredom. You’d think it this is a one off case. No comes the answer. Judging by what my friends told me, I can safely say that they went through the same phase with little or no difference. Some say they had fun, some didn’t – but then fun is a very loosely used term these days. Yes, sure, we don’t have ANY college work this semester, no design, no ACM, no submissions, no reviews, no internal tests, no exams and only one jury questioning us what we did at work. But still, the work just lacked that teeny weeny bit of character, that little unexplainable thing that could be compared to what makes you like a certain someone - romantically or otherwise - for no obvious reason at all. At college, one has the liberty to take off (read bunk) anytime they want. Not the case here. Maybe the grass is always greener on the other side. If that was the case though, my colleagues wouldn’t be telling me that college was always more fun than work. How could it have gotten so undesirable?

But then again, come to think of it, WORK was not ALL that bad. It was just a little uneventful – like I said, it lacked that oomph. Let me take for example – the amount of time freed up every evening because you don’t have to work on that first floor plan that will be reviewed the next day. Or like the sites you visit (trust me, in college you’ve learnt NOTHING). Or like the times you tell your working engineering friends you get to wear anything you want to work (they have to wear formal attire, for the most part). Or like how you can show off to everyone that you’re working on the airport/supermall/skyscraper/celebrity’s house. So, work at an architectural office is not bad at all, not as bad as it began to sound here at least. It just takes a little getting used to, after all the times you had with your friends. After all, everything good normally has a tiny evil side to it. J

Anyway, its just a matter of a few weeks before I quit work and live a happy holiday for two months (no exams remember?). It feels good and bad at the same time that I have to leave work, and eventually get back to college. Maybe in the future I will look back at this day and laugh at myself. Good (and bad) things always come to end , and pretty obviously, I will miss work and my new friends.

But like most amateur philosophers say – you have to move on. Cheers.

This Diwali

I wish everyone a happy fun festival. Just try not to spoil the environment around me next time round. Yes I admit it, I am a selfish person - I cannot accept smoke and dust in the air, though this "festival" means a lot to you. I can't care any lesser if you pollute the air, kill animals, or spoil everyone else's health - go on and make this place a more difficult place to live in for your kids - but just don't smoke MY ROOM up, and/or pollute MY AIR. Thanks, and have fun.

My Job - A quick Description of the Frustration

This semester takes me away from college for three and a half months. It may sound like a brilliant thing, and let me tell you - it is. It surely is one hell of a time to be away from classes and lectures and exams and all things undesirable related to studies. There is so much to training under a qualified "architect", so much to know, and I have to experience it in person to understand. There is a reason why I enter this post today - and it is not to celebrate the happiness about my being away from college, but is to tell everyone about my work related disease.

Surely, and obviously, I am NOT frustrated by how my "colleagues" are. They are nice people and considering that they used to study with me once upon a time, it makes things even more comfortable for me. It is not that the principal architect treats me bad either. He's a nice fellow, who has never ever raised his voice against any of us (sad to say that ain't the case with his wife) and has even allowed me to take leave off the office for two days so I could participate at jipmer's spandan. Office hours are also favourable, it doesn't demand stress on me, and the number of breaks per day exceed the number of fingers on any one of your hands. What the fuck am I cribbing about right?

Again, i say, the office is not the issue. It is not the people. It is what they ask of me.

What they ask of me may seem make a layman react - "SO WHAT?". You know, being asked to render images - thats OK, it ain't a big deal. Being asked to detail out drawings - OK. Being asked to estimate values - is OK. Being asked to draw elevations - is also OK. --------------BUT, and a big big but at it, being asked to "design" interiors of a building referring to images downloaded - that is NOT OK.-------------- The worst part is - I could risk saying NO and get myself fired. The frustration of not being able to say "no" to the "design" assignment is something that is undescribable, but obviously thats not what causes my work related disease, and is actually the refer part that gets onto me. Though the word refer and design sounds quite normal to anyone reading this, it sounds more like copy to me. This illness will probably die down after I'm done with it, but finishing this assignment is going to be like flogging my own arse.

There is absolutely no design ethics in this office - and though this sounds like an absolutely chauvinistic remark, I say that women can't design (again - there ALWAYS are exceptions). They can't expect other people to design either, just like whats happening now. Design involves creativity, not just good aesthetic sense - a lesson I want to teach to all students of architecture. If the creativity in an architectural project goes missing, then from it the label "art" is going to be struck off, torn and mutilated. Which - by the way - I hear happens in most offices. :-( But let me give due credit where it belongs - the designs that enter this office from elsewhere - i.e the building plans that come here from other offices to let us finish the interiors, are absolutely gruesome. It is a shame that those plans are even approved. So - the "designs" of this office aren't THAT bad either. Somehow, I am in a place thats at the bottom of the design ladder - at the feet of this design being if i may call it that, and the others around are below in the shit thats stuck onto the chappals of this design-being.

Nobody in the office will realise my pain, because I am going to hide it. It is not an easily comprehended situation. Anybody related to the field of design - ANY sort of design - may just be able to understand how and what I feel. When will this world change???

Another one of my posts describing what I loathe. :-) Until next time, Bye.

This is What??

Orkut, the social networking site, has done something for many of us in the world what we probably thought was never possible. To keep in touch with people we haven't seen in a long time, or to meet strangers - that was something impossible in the "India Post" days, or for that matter, even e-mail days.

But there is one thing i absolutely hate to see on www.orkut.com - it maybe a personal opinion, i dont care, but there is this one thing that makes me laugh my arse off, and angry to the deepest of my heart at the same time. Let me not start with what i have noticed, but with what I feel is the total opposite of my understanding of "society".

Do we really respect women? Though I always thought that the Times of India was not very ideal as a news media, it didn't do too badly with local news. I read about eve-teasing, dowry harassment, and all kinds of nasty things done to women - which pisses me off - and I'm not trying to win an election with this speech anytime soon. Women are women and need to be treated respectfully. Here, we bloody live in a city where there are Kannada activists who "activate" against non-Kannada elements - and the same bloody people cant care a shit about the same women they read about in the Sanjay Vani - even if the women are Kannadigas violated by non-Kannadigas.

Even the Muslim society is a lot better off in this view - atleast they respect their women (here in India atleast). The burqa works for them. In this country - we have a sex ratio thats about 860 women for a 1000 men. Where are you going to get yourself brides you freaking jackasses? Oh right, you'll be cloning them from now? By the way, its illegal to be gay in India. And to think of why the population is like that, is so spine chilling, it makes u wanna strangle the sinister perpetrators, then run over their dead bodies with buses. Unborn girls are aborted and girl children are thrown into dustbins - this is in a country where there are NGO's pleading the govt not to kill dogs. Look at the children out there - you friggin animal lovers. I think the last girl who was attacked by dogs here in Bangalore (Bengaluru) was let out to the dogs on purpose. Maybe if the Muslim people did to the rest of India what they do to people violating Indian women, something would go into the heads of these no brainers.

Then there are the eveteasers. OH MY GOD. Do you get an orgasm when u whistle at that woman on the road? Does your family get food if you pinch that girl walking home from college? Does your God give you a ticket to heaven if you felt up that lady in the bus? WTF? I tell you, these things that you do, maybe something that wont get into your heads right now - but wait till that day when they do that to your daughter - oh wait a minute - you aborted her didn't you?

All this for just an observation I made on Orkut. Okay, now I laugh again with that bit of anger boiling up inside. This may not be as sinister as what I have blatantly described just a moment ago, but is a hidden quality that many "males" have, that is also the same point I try to prove - that people don't know how to respect women anymore. Here is the start of my observation.

Please notice girls' / womens' / females' profiles scrapbooks. You notice things like

- Hi.. will u be ma friend?? or
Hi ! ... Can we know each other as Friends ? or
hiiiiiiiiii.........
can i ve a pleasure to v eu in my frnd list... or
(I feel the best of all) Hey.. Was going through ur profile, found it interesting, so am writing to u..... As a normal routine, I know u must be tired of people saying,"hiii there, u r cute, u r pretty, i like ur smile,i like ur eyes....... and stuff"......and i can imagine how irritating it can be when someone out
of know where jumps up and says....... "DO u wanna be my friend, or can i be ur friend" and u feel like, Man DO i KNow u ..........Hence i would definately not do the same, neither would i ask u to be my friend...All i shall say is, "WHy dont we start a conversation and
let friendship develop on its on....." Hope u would

I pulled this off of a friend's profile, from two pages of scraps (thats 20 scraps, so about 20% of it is filled with shit like this). See how i say "friend's" profile. The word is singular - so imagine how many women / girls are being treated this way. (though the funny thing is sometimes i come across this on my own profile too). Half the people are just oblivious to all of this. What a waste.

So this was what I noticed and then all this other miscellaneous stuff started flooding my brain. How jobless. But a point I really feel strongly on. And a kind request to all reading - respect women, for you are otherwise worth lesser than a quark. This has probably been my most thought-less provoking subject, but a matter of great deal of controversy, and I dont fackin care. Plus, I am not driven against any society, culture, or any such thing that could cross your mind.

Till my next post, tata. hog malkollu. tumbaa odhidre naale hudugigella sariyaagi nodakagalla neevella. rofl.

A new song a new song!! Incomplete, but still fun to publish. And actually describes exactly what I wanted to write about once, and since its in this format, let me not strain my fingers typing a full essay about it (carpal tunnel syndrome?! :-o )..


I think I'm gonna call it All Hail..

You hear those bells around and,
and you bend down in prayer.
You know he's around and so,
you ask in fear -
For something you know you can't do on your own -
so you turn to him..

John likes to call him hope,
and Anita calls him faith,
The rest of em call him God,
some don't care anyway,
Whatever he is - he maybe just a state of mind
but he's right in here.


All Hail, All Hail, he's right in here.
All Hail, All Hail, you just don't know it yet.
Its right in front of you, open your eyes
All Hail, All Hail.




Thats it.. i did mention that it was incomplete..

From Joblessness to Overtime

This one has no important issues at all. It just has been created to tell everyone how contrasting my life has been in the past few months. And its not only about time; but about everything in my life. Its been one hell of a rollercoaster ride but if that weren't so, life wouldn't exactly be worth living. I have had no proper time to do anything freely, except work. Hence this hopeless post. So Thank you once again for spending your precious time with my blog. :-)

Until next time, sayonara.

To understand everything is?

Yes, to try and understand everything is not exactly a good thing, and its not that the quest for understanding everything is a pitfall, but the result of knowing how everything works is. I know not many people who live life this way, and i know even fewer who actually agree with me. "Nobody cares" is what this may be termed as, but this is really what is "good". Ignorance is bliss? Yeah it sure is.

What I would normally do is to try and explain to anyone reading this, as to how I may be right. But then I would be just throwing it away. Now what is "everything"? Does it refer to the world? The nation? The media sure makes the world a lot smaller these days, for I see many people on this side of the world aping people from the other side of the world, which again is something that ensures progress of our "civilization". About this last statement I will explain later, or if u could just ask me. Coming back to the meaning of everything - it just refers to what is in the immediate surroundings. What really matters to us - friends, family, teachers, students, our vehicles, our neighbours and the sort.

I will take this instance to try to drive my point through - the British conquering "our" land. Yes, surely the british have occupied this land for more than 200 years, and have "exploited" this land till there was nothing. They pillaged our land, killed our people, imposed taxes that was pretty obviously (to us) unfair. Nobody's objecting? Of course not, because this is what we "know". A nice little thing to think about - Isn't the present Indian "government" doing the same? I read of thousands of farmers killing themselves for reasons more than one. I read of thousands of sardarjis killed by the order of the "government". But blaming it all on one aspect of history to make "our" country the "better" country seemed herculean - but it happened.
You see, Britain did nothing more than what a government would do for its people. At least a Briton would not accept bribes as openly as the ones who run the peoples offices today.


Now, try to see what would've happened if the whites didn't come here. For all I know, I wouldn't have been sitting here writing this blog in the language that i use as my first. I would probably be traveling to here and far away by horse. My grand parents would've probably stayed back in China making mandarin my first language. There are many more but I will leave it at your liberty to "understand" the "more". Here, i have to commend the education ministry for making this possible, for performing and making successful such a huge task.

I will prove to you that the education we get is saffronized. I am sure, in the geography and history that we learned in our 4th or 5th standards, India and Pakistan and China have fought wars, separately, before. We also learned that Pakistan occupies a part of Kashmir - the north western part, and so does China - the north eastern part which includes Aksai Chin; all of which the Indian government considers as India. The maps printed in India show that the area occupied by the foreigners are still Indian. Go to any other country and look at their international maps. Kashmir that we know of doesnt look like Kashmir anymore.

And we also learned that India won those wars. How the hell do you win a war and still lose land?? The thing is, we - the aam junta, do not know that we have lost land. We refer to that area as "Pakistan-occupied-Kashmir". My God. Grow up!

All this for just trying to push my point through. Such a long explanation is not worth explaining my original point, because I will not be believed. I know very few of you who read this will actually believe me, and there will be others who will go through wikipedia and then believe my story, but not my original point.

Now coming to "why trying to understand everything is a bad thing." You see, by trying to understand the actual history of this "glorious" nation, you may have realized by now that I would've gotten a lot of flak if i tried to explain this point to anyone. My ex girlfriend who's father used to work for the India air force used to nearly kill me for this. One is not normally liked for believing in the truth. But the point here I try to push for is- getting flak for believing in what really happened/happens (a.k.a everything), not for opposing India.

It maybe a matter of point of view, a matter of perspective, but if the perspective on the other side are SO skewed that they could kill me for this, then I think its time someone UNskewed it. If I lived in the US, I probably would be taken away to an FBI prison for propaganda. Luckily, here - like I said earlier - Nobody cares.

Yes, to try and understand everything is not exactly a good thing, and its not that the quest for understanding everything is a pitfall, but the result of knowing how everything works is. I know not many people who live life this way, and i know even fewer who actually agree with me. "Nobody cares" is what this may be termed as, but this is really what is "good". Ignorance is bliss? Yeah it sure is.

Have I made sense? Get into touch with me if you really interested in what I believe.

The Catalyst

You know, sometimes there are times in life when you really don't know what is going on in the world. You just can't seem to understand why things are like so, and why things are not like so; but as you try to analyse that further, dwell into your head more, trying to understand why this happens, you soon realise that it is not the world u are not understanding, but your own mind. Its these situations that one experiences, that confuse the hell out of them, and its really hard to understand the same.

It is exactly these situations that drive us to do insane things, things we'd never do in consciousness, with which i mean complete control of one's self, not letting emotion, hate, booze or the very same topic I talk about, control it. But why?

Consider a man in love (forget all the miscellaneous things involved) - he'd do crazy things if his love left him for another person - maybe he'd use a sharp knife and mark himself with her name, maybe he'd hurt himself, maybe he'd go to the extent of killing this other man - BUT - he knows why he's doing it, he knows who is responsible for his misery, he knows whats going on and why his mind is acting that way.

What I talk about here is far away from this though. I talk about sudden emotions running in your head, mind, heart, without any explainable reason. I talk about those sudden surges of "feeling" in your body. U suddenly feel out of the energy of life, u suddenly feel exhausted of life and the living. What is this? Of course a psychiatrist would say - its nothing, you are just stressed, there's something troubling you, unconsciously, maybe in your sub conscious mind. I don't want these explanations. I wanna know a simple reason why the body reacts this way for no reason whatsoever.

But then again, I analyze further. I look more deeply into what happened before and after the "DEPRESSION". And the answers are not that surprising. There is a catalyst. Thats all there is to it. A catalyst. Something that triggered it off. A man who hates a criminal who murdered his family cannot very easily get over the hatred he has for this criminal. But consider he has, at least he believes that he has. He goes on with his life and one day catches a glimpse, only a glimpse, of another family in the supermarket, father holding his little daughter in his hands, his wife clutching his arm... That was the catalyst. He goes home, sits on his bed and cries himself to sleep and doesnt even know why. He wont realise what happened, he wont realise why he was crying, until he analyses what happened just before he went into that phase.

This is what I'm trying to prove, just something that ran in my head, randomly. Have i felt it? Yes of course i have. Have i wasted your time reading this, yes i may have.. :-)
So until next time - ciao...

Story of the dazed... aka How u ask someone out.... A crude version

I didnt know what this was to come to
That this day would appear, what i am to do, i fear,
it seems uncanny, it seems strange,
To you i know, i'm sure its queer.

I saw an unimaginable sight, of beauty it was
An ability to describe what i saw,
is not held by words, nor by brushes,
For that sight i experienced, only God could draw.

You walked in front of me, and i could only do
Was stare, all only in still motion.
Maybe because a sight as that was experienced never,
But surely this sight was, of His action.

All I know, in conscious thought, in reality,
Is for that sight, that greatness, to relive in me.
By this line, you have found the solution to this riddle,
I tell you again, it is that sight i need to see.

If this mind cant figure, of yours, maybe
This riddle i shall tell the solution to
This self wants one, i hope u understand,
Because if you havent, that one is you.

product of joblessness

What runs in my mind, what i want, is nothing more than an illusion of what i want the world to be. If it weren't for this quality which we all have, a quality of expecting expectations from things we do, this wouldn't have been such a big deal, but the problem is - we do. some of us want a new dog, a new house, want to get married, want a relationship with that "someone", want money, want friends, want peace - the list keeps on going; and its not that we all have only ONE want, each of us 6.5 billion people have more than one.

To different people, the world appears in a different way. What is "defined" as sane in one culture is completely preposterous in another - i mean, i always thought girls/women with sleeveless clothes are more un-traditional and more open, hence to the liking of several of my peers. Hmmm, now picture yourself in a world filled with yellow sand everywhere, with very little or no electricity, with white clad men wearing turbans walking around, in what the world calls Afghanistan, those girls/women are not that acceptable anymore now are they?

Anyway, i'm beginning to drift. What is it we want from this world? To live comfortably? To earn money? To be happy? Its funny we have these wants, because though we know the harsh reality is that one day we wont be here anymore, whether it is because of old age or cancer or the next world war, WE WONT BE HERE, and yet there are these things we seek, these things we start each day hoping we would get "somewhere". This is exactly the same that most religious books preach. It wont get inside our heads now will it?? It cant, for our heads are SO intricately wired that every attempt to thwart this want of "wants" will delete itself by default. Our brains almost treats it like as though its a virus, and an automatic antivirus software detects it and throws it out. So though we know that we are temporary, though we know that what we want and get is lost anyway, we still pursue these, which isnt that funny now when u come to think of it in a different perspective.

A human mind is about selfishness, a friend once told me. All about it. Just that one quality about us makes us so pathetic, and yet so human. We are all here for the immediate thirst quenchers, the more immediate results are what we look for. The obvious choice between a coke and warm water to quench actual thirst would by the coke by most. And even IF we realize it at the time that the former would actually dehydrate us, we still overlook that very conveniently. The immediate satisfaction got by the coke is a lot better than warm water, and SO WHAT if we get obese, SO WHAT if we dehydrate.... SO WHAT? Its better to live a life satisfied rather than not. Right??

Maybe this blog help you visualise things differently, maybe u are offended, maybe you agree with whats in this blog, maybe you just like to read :-), whatever this has done unto you, i donot regret, FOR THE TIME BEING. What i have written above is not fact, but can be looked more upon as an opinion. To which some people will agree to as SO RIGHT, and some partially, and yet others completely against it - This is fact. To satisfy everyone is mission impossible, and its not like in the movie where it becomes possible. I sure hope the reader is not bored by what i have entered here, since this is a product of my sheer joblessness, and would diplomatically apologise to those who are. ;-)

TAKE IT AS YOU WANT IT. Until next time, bye bye.

What runs in my mind is nothing more than an illusion, of what i want the world to be. If it weren't for this quality which we all have, a quality of expecting expectations from things we do, this wouldn't have been such a big deal, but the problem is - we do. some of us want a new dog, a new house, want to get married, want a relationship with that "someone", want money, want friends, want peace - the list keeps on going; and its not that we all have only ONE want, each of us 6.5 billion people have more than one.

To different people, the world appears in a different way. What is "defined" as sane in one culture is completely preposterous in another - i mean, i always thought girls/women with sleeveless clothes are more un-traditional and more open. Hmmm, now picture yourself in a world filled with yellow sand everywhere, with very little or no electricity, with white clad men wearing turbans walking around, in what the world calls Afghanistan, those girls/women are not that acceptable anymore now are they?

Anyway, i'm beginning to drift. What is it we want from this world? To live comfortably? To earn money? To be happy? Its funny we have these wants, because though we know the harsh reality is that one day we wont be here anymore, whether it is because of old age or cancer or the next world war, WE WONT BE HERE, and yet there are these things we seek, these things we start each day with hoping we would get "somewhere". This is exactly the same that most religious books preach. It wont get inside our heads now will it?? It cant, for our heads are SO intricately wired that every attempt to thwart this want of "wants" will delete itself by default. Our brain almost treats it like a virus, and an automatic antivirus software detects it and throws it out. So though we know that we are temporary, though we know that what we want and get is lost anyway, we still pursue these, which isnt that funny now when u come to think of it in a different perspective.

A human mind is about selfishness, a friend once told me. All about it. Just that one quality about us makes us so pathetic, and yet so human. We are all here for the immediate thirst quenchers, the more immediate results are what we look for. The obvious choice between a coke and warm water to quench actual thirst would be the coke by most. And even IF we realize it at the time that the former would actually dehydrate us, we still overlook that very conveniently. The immediate satisfaction got by the coke is a lot better than warm water. SO WHAT if we get obese, SO WHAT if we dehydrate.... SO WHAT? Its better to live a life satisfied rather than not. Right??

What i have written above is not fact, but can be looked more upon as an opinion. To which some people will agree to as SO RIGHT, and some partially, and yet others completely against it - This is fact. To satisfy everyone is mission impossible, and its not like in the movie where it becomes possible. I sure hope the reader is not bored by what i have entered here, since this is a product of my sheer joblessness, and would diplomatically apologise to those who are. ;-)

TAKE IT AS YOU WANT IT. Until next time, bye bye.

Wells of what the traveller seeks.

This is my version of what i see..

Love is a very subjective and vast issue. Nearly all definitions of it hold good, for it is such a thing that any definition of it would be like describing the the need of air and water to any man/woman. Some people have more facts, some have more 'emotion', and yet some others have scientifically studied facts in their respective definitions. Anyway, this is my version.

The world of love is like a large land filled with 'thirst quenching' wells. As a traveller, we all, all on earth, move in this land of several wells. Some of us thirsty, some of us already at one/more of the wells quenching our thirst; and some others who dont want to quench their thirst, and yet others who arent thirsty at all. Then there are those who want to spoil water for the sake of it. After all, we are individuals and have independent wants. Picture this land with all kinds of people walking around searching / wandering, some afraid of wetting their feet, some jumping into wells with joy, without thinking twice.......

Now, each of these wells have a different character in the water they offer - some are completely thirst quenching, some not, some even poisonous, BUT - all of these qualities are perspective dependent. Some wells are large, some small, some able to quench thirst of those travellers more efficiently than others, and some which are deep, but offer water SO sweet, u wont find it anywhere else.

What do these wells have anything to do with LOVE?? well, now comes the linking part of this blog. Each of these travellers is us - some wandering around, some not interested in quenching thirst, some not thirsty at all, some looking desperately, some totally giving up looking for that one bit of water that'l quench their thirst for eternity. what is this thirst? The thirst is the same thirst we all have - the want to love.

Alright, so that is the travellers bit. What and why and where do the wells come into play? These wells are exactly those we look for - those we seek love from. Some of us look everywhere for that perfect one to come along, that well where their thirst gets quenched the best. Some of us are tired and dont wanna look any further, and jump into something we dont like, hence the water that doesnt satisfy our thirst.

This one i like best - Some of us are so mad about the water in a particular well, that we either dont realise how deep it is, or we dont realise that only a mirage is seen. And we, being crazy, jump in SO HARD, that we fall and hurt ourselves SO BAD, that it becomes very very difficult to get out of that well. :-) and when we do get halfway out, we slip and fall in again. and finally when we do manage to get out, we get so afraid to jump into another well, regardless of how thirsty we are, that we dont try again in a long time, and stop looking for water altogether.

I liked this above situation best because that was what got me thinking in this "WELL" theory. something that got into my head and realised it can be applied to ALL situations.

So goes my 'theory' about wells and love. Not much it is, i know, but i left it so to allow for interpretations by the reader. (not much to interpret eh?) This, being my first ever blog anywhere on the internet, is in a sense special - so I would like to dedicate this to ALL who encouraged me to write stuff about everything (into books), and to ALL who in any way contributed to my learning of English. :-) UNTIL NEXT TIME, CIAO.