Skip to main content

A Date - Part 1

“Good Morning. How is everything? Did you manage to have an early breakfast date with yourself?”

I was on the bed in a hotel room in Jakarta when that SMS woke me up. I only managed to get a very few hours of sleep that night. Even in that, my mind went churning non-stop on some meaningless, unconnected things. I was literally aware of all that turmoil in the half sleep, twisting and tossing through it.

Back to the SMS. All the SMS I get usually are with a single consistent purpose - my colleagues trying to find my whereabouts. Note - none of them is a hot babe. (This is altogether a different topic - how come no hot chick in this whole damn world manages to become an IT architect!!) Oh, for a change, I do occasionally get some irritating marketing campaigns. So, it is not a wonder that this message sprang me awake like a Maasai Warrior. (Maasai are an African tribe famous for their ability to rise from the deepest sleep to a state of total combat readiness in a matter of seconds).

It is indeed sensational and orgasmic (and both) to have a morning where you feel so invincible - you treat, pamper yourself and is eager to face the day to bring it down to your knees. Isn't it?

When I had some time, I set to introspect how my usual mornings were. It was a revelation. My mornings had usually been un-sensational, un-orgasmic (and both) that I had already lost the battle with the day and was crawling backwards on my knees.

Usually, such scenarios turn you into a mad man or a philosopher (or both). What is my (mad) philosophy? In the next post….

Comments

  1. I kinda understand what u mean ....As I always tell u r chosen one u see. .when there are so many ppl asking "y me" with a frowning face... am sure u r the one who tells "y me" with smiling face.. :-) i will wait for the sequel post though

    ReplyDelete
  2. Thanks V, you had always been very encouraging. In fact, I am more like 'y me' and scratching my head non-stop. (That explains my hair loss too). Thanks much for reading.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Birthdays and Facebook

I read about a guy who had 400+ friends in Facebook. One day he woke up as a curious little wanker and wondered if he is really that sociable. So he organized a party and sent invitations to all his contacts over Facebook. 50% confirmed and another 20% were tentative. He was delighted - that’s one hell of a response, actually. The real day came. Our man waited at the venue, which happened to be a popular joint, but no single soul turned up. An hour later, one woman came but she also left in the next 30 minutes. He had 400 friends and yet he ended up drinking alone that night. So the question to ponder is how close are our virtual worlds to the reality? . But my case was quite not as somber. Yesterday was my birthday. Facebook reminded of it to a whole lot of my gang. Some of them have never wished me in decades and some are new. How exciting! So here is my big thanks to all my dear friends for the wishes over calls, sms and facebook. You made me feel special. Special thanks to cutie p...

What is my utilitarianism?

I am a utilitarian. Do you know how hard it is to live as a utilitarian these days? You often get mocked in closer circles. In the pretentious places, you are looked down upon. You are generally pushed to feel like a flying swine - strange, curious and out of place. The problem is the word ‘utility’ in it. The commoners derive a shallow meaning that it is utility before happiness. Utility before pleasure. Stretching it a bit, they think that a utilitarian denies pleasures, leads a boring life of a miser, does not appreciate finer things in life and is generally a philistine. But utilitarianism is exactly opposite of that. I will be a damned liar if I declare that I am holy and have renounced all the pleasures. The tricky thing, and here in lies a great secret about the art of living, is to understand what pleasure really is. I think there is such a thing as ‘ supreme ’ pleasure. And by virtue of the existence of a supreme pleasure, there are also ‘ inferio...