For the Love of God

I don't know why I have this addiction to titling blog posts after song titles. Maybe because it saves me the effort of thinking up a title and because I can build up something that will justify the title anyway. Because unlike most bloggers, I don't blog with a point in mind... mostly. Sometimes I do, but for that, something must have left a REALLY deep impression on me, which doesn't happen often. Otherwise I just take things as they come, going with the flow, hoping things will work out for the best. I mean, the method works for me in real life, surely it would work for the blog!

I had the humbling realisation today that I do nothing in life. I've been having quite a few humbling realisations about my life over the past week... or two. Like the one I had two weeks ago. That I couldn't talk seriously. I was in a Debate, an inter-hostel one and we were given this high-intellect, serious-thinking topic to talk about. All the while I'm thinking, How many jokes can we get in here. The round was based on The Big Fight, where there are three people shouting themselves hoarse and going nowhere in the end. So I decided to reduce the participation to two, and kept my mouth shut. Unfortunately, we were seated such that I was in the middle. So there were these two guys having an extremely heated discussion about something I had no opinion about, and there was me, in the middle, waiting for the appropriate moment to deliver my wisecrack. As Chandler would have said, I felt like- Rock. Hard place. Me. Needless to say, I placed 5th... out of 6 (there was another round of 3 people). And realised that I could provide only comic relief... not the main show.

And now I've realised, I do nothing in life. Like if I have 6 hours of free time in the evening, and my laptop is not with me, there's nothing I can do. There is no football till later in the night, so that's out. I am in the middle of "The Monk Who Sold his Ferrari" but I am not feeling too philosophical right now, so I'm afraid I'll miss the full import of what the book hopes to deliver to me and hence hurt Robin Sharma's sentiments in the process. (ok ,THAT'S one thing I can do... write long sentences). There is April's Reader's Digest... not in the mood. There is MA 204- Statistics... DUH!!!!!!!! And then, there were none.

I mean, if I could play the Guitar or something, I would take my six-string, go up to the terrace and strum away, all the while looking up and thinking what Chris Martin was thinking when he wrote Yellow- Look at the stars, Look how they shine for you... Or if I had Music on my computer at home, I would turn up Pink Floyd and just feel Comfortably Numb. Or if I had any bit of interest in electronics and gadgets and stuff, I'd take apart something in the house and put it back together again (My cousin did it... a LOT!). Or atleast read about some such thing on howstuffworks. Or go clean the car and the Kinetic. The Kinetic has a front-tyre puncture! Ok, good time to remember that, 10:37 P.M. Ok, so that's something to do for tomorrow, but today's gone. Or rearrange the bookshelf (yeeeah, with about 234 books... like THAT will take a lot of time).

Ok, I have Broadband at home and a 100-MBPS LAN in the hostel. Someone tell me what to do with so much free internet! I feel extremely guilty about wasting all these god-given resources n what I usually do... Bumperball!!! HEY, I've never played Bumperball at home! Ok then... catch ya later, people...