Extreme GTD

It's extreme GTD today. Too many things to do. Won't be able to finish them all. Prioritize they say. What to when there are so many things of the same priority staring right at your face. I can only do what I can do.

Blogging via android

I'm blogging using the google app for android. Looks like it messed up the last post sprinkling it with html tags. Tsk tsk.

Vishu

<p>Another Vishu. Seems I was christened with a nick name on another Vishu two years back. </p>
<p>Time has flown. Passed by a lot of faces. Most are "single serving friends." With the duration a bit longer than an air plane serve.</p>
<p>Life is at a juncture where I've lost all sense of direction and am running amok doing things just to keep me occupied.</p>
<p>I've grown to become a hated character as well. For what I am and what I do.add</p>

Murine apocalypse

I was in a dingy estate house. The kind with a red tiled roof which was poised to fall down any time. There were just two rooms in there. One big TV room and a computer room. The computer room was a bed room which was later set up to be the computer room.

It was night and the computer room was lit up the fluorescent tubes. I saw that a large, grey rat was lying dead near the white monitor. The room was packed with junk and I had probably missed this one out earlier. Weird, it didn't stink.

Walked over to the TV room where the house mate was put up at. It too was full of of all sorts of junk. White junk mostly. Little pillows packed and strewn around the TV kept on the floor at a corner of the room. Whatever. Couldn't find the guy.

Went back to the computer room, took a news paper and held up the dead grey rat by its tail. I was about to perform a discus throw with it when I realized that it was alive. Set down the rat on the ledge outside the room. Yes, it was still breathing. The tail was slightly twitching.

Looked like the beginning of a epidemic. Straight out of a bad dream. Made my way back to the TV room where I found the house mate crouching at the corner near to the TV pointing at what I had earlier judged to be little white pillows. I walked over there and had a second look. They were just big white supine rats. They too were twitching. Playing dead most of the time.

It was then that one of them heaved itself onto two feet and let out a high pitched scream.. It's eyes were hollow and the torso blood spattered. It screamed and it fell backwards.



**What a nice dream to wake up to on a Tuesday morning**

The things which matter

It has been a bumpy five years. Met a lot of people and been to a bunch of places. And did a lot of things. And it's now back to the original question. What am I doing here?

Pardon me while I go over questions mooted over by many folks abler than me in earlier times. Is living just about doing those things which catch my fancy or conviction at that fateful moment which is 'now'? I have a wallpaper in my desktop which says “Hey, whatever it is that you're supposed to be doing now, go fucking do it.” Is that what how it is supposed to be?

How do we even know how things are supposed to be? The 'supposed' way of things would have been conjured by some other human minds over time.

There is of course the matter of responsibility. As time passes on, you happen to get piled on with different responsibilities. If you choose to ignore them, things usually get more complicated and harder to recover from. And if you do, more usually gets piled on.

Where is all this leading to? Is it all about trying to be happy and making others happy as you march on towards your last breath? Does that matter?

Why do we care if things matter? It stands justified if you are in the pursuit of an objective you know about. During that quest you might just recognize if something is aiding you or impeding your progress.

When it comes to bigger unanswered questions all are equally blind. And all the reincarnations, Valhalla, happy hunting grounds, hell and heaven come across as nothing more than fantasies dreamt up by men and women hoping for something beyond life or for merely utilizing them to get things done by others who are inducted in their beliefs.

The acceptance of being blind could probably uncomplicate a lot of aspects of life. However, if a real threat beyond my control pops up somewhere, I will fall back on God and ask for help! Leave no stone unturned, eh. What if God(according to the popular notion) just happens to exist and happens to be listening to this particular speck of the universe!

All I can tell myself is to keep trying to shape the world around me as best as I can and not worry about the elements beyond my control. The rest is probably immaterial.

Easy things

It is easy to fall in line with the flow and stick unknowingly to a routine. The routine might not even be visible without introspection. Difficult thing is to break 'em all.

World News

China surpassed Japan as the world's 2nd largest economy.
Egyptian military is trying to evict the revolutionaries from Tahrir Square post Mubarak announcement that he is stepping down.

These two changes are very symbolic. I can't really express it here. It balances hope with despair. A sad mix of egg white and dark whiskey.

Accepting loss

Choices drive you to make hard decisions. Bolstering some desires, and quashing a few others. The prelude to the decision is traumatic. The carpet you walk on, made of the 'what if' fiber, until you reach the gate where you need to make the decision before driving on ahead.