A Point to Ponder

Its good to be back. But then it could have been at a better time. Coz right now I'm a little depressed. Don't ask me why. I just am.

One month in the U.S. of A. and what do I have to show for it ? Well not much really. Made a few friends, a couple of really good ones, but not of the sort that I would have preferred. If you know me, you would probably know exactly what I mean. There is so much beauty in this world. Makes me wanna cry...

If you think I am not making any sense then you should probably stop reading right now, because you would be missing the whole point of this exercise. But then you are probably not to blame. It's just me I guess. To tell you the truth, spending 12 years in a boys' school, and five years in a boys' only college (no offense meant !!) would take its toll on any sane human being. With the most likely result that he ceases being what he started out as (let's see if you can work that one out). If you come to this conclusion about me, I daresay you would be very close to the truth.

Its funny how the human response to entirely different phenomena can be so strikingly similar. Take sleep for example. The most natural and arguably the most addictive way to pass one's time. Go too long without it, and your mind starts losing its ability to reason. You begin to hallucinate, the edges of the world begin to blur. Slowly but surely, you go stark, raving mad. Through long and tortuous years of self-denial, I am now of the opinion that the same is true of female companionship. Which now strengthens my belief that I am insane. Not a word issuing out of my mouth, should be taken to mean what it seems. Obviously this very fact should make even my last statement quite suspect.

And yet again the sheer unpredictability of the human mind comes to my rescue. When your morale is at its lowest, when you think that you can't possibly feel any worse, out springs a thought from a remote corner of your mind and changes your whole mood. Maybe that's just me being my moody self - something that I am at pains to conceal from public view - but then it might just be the immutable truth, for all you know. In this case I thought about the hilarious posts I had read a while back. If you are a bong in distress (physical or mental) just take a time-out and read these ('The Bong' and 'Hottie Hottie, Bong Bong !' ). You'll know what I mean.

And so with my mind suitably freshened, I return to the more mundane activities of my life, leaving you to ponder this post. Did I really mean all that, I wonder ?