The other route
Yet another lazy cold evening. With loads of plan and agenda on mind but nothing put into action. Everything becomes complicated when given a choice. Suddenly caught up with the question: "Is choice needed in life?" A second look showed me that life begins in a choice. The choice of the mother egg to accept me and nourish me. Hmm...seems like I'm towards philosophy.
Philosophy. It reminds me of the discussion me and Ravi had a few hours before. With an intruder spoiling my post yesterday, I was wondering what to write today. "Getting new ideas". These words are now swords near my neck. Being a senior to me I asked Ravi, why blogging? When everybody writes about the same thing why me an addition? He said "if books, movies, music, science and sports are not the stuff to write, then I have to try something on philosophy". If so, what can I philosophize? Am I Socrates or Plato to preach people?
Anyways, had some plans to write about something, but writing something. Again here comes the choice. Write something planned, or go for an impromptu. Think we can't get out of options. It has become mandatory for us to pick up some options. Sounds oxymoron?? Seems like life is an oxymoron by itself, a compilation of contradictions. Someone who said won't write things on a web diary (hinting the statistics 80,000 blogs are created in a day) is typing something in this post.
Okay, what am I trying to say through this boring article? If you comprehend something let me know. I had no idea what to say when I started this one. Still I don't know what am I saying. Somehow I filled up my space today believeing it's new.
A last word before I bid adieu. Someone barged me between these two paragraphs and read my post. The first question asked was "How the title is related to the post?" Again me dumbstruck. Can I get any help?
Philosophy. It reminds me of the discussion me and Ravi had a few hours before. With an intruder spoiling my post yesterday, I was wondering what to write today. "Getting new ideas". These words are now swords near my neck. Being a senior to me I asked Ravi, why blogging? When everybody writes about the same thing why me an addition? He said "if books, movies, music, science and sports are not the stuff to write, then I have to try something on philosophy". If so, what can I philosophize? Am I Socrates or Plato to preach people?
Anyways, had some plans to write about something, but writing something. Again here comes the choice. Write something planned, or go for an impromptu. Think we can't get out of options. It has become mandatory for us to pick up some options. Sounds oxymoron?? Seems like life is an oxymoron by itself, a compilation of contradictions. Someone who said won't write things on a web diary (hinting the statistics 80,000 blogs are created in a day) is typing something in this post.
Okay, what am I trying to say through this boring article? If you comprehend something let me know. I had no idea what to say when I started this one. Still I don't know what am I saying. Somehow I filled up my space today believeing it's new.
A last word before I bid adieu. Someone barged me between these two paragraphs and read my post. The first question asked was "How the title is related to the post?" Again me dumbstruck. Can I get any help?
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