Talk to me!

Do you talk to yourself? Ever? Or is that a mundane daily affair?! I find myself talking to myself a lot. Well, not aloud. That might lead this female to an asylum, which she doesn’t fancy, yet.

Talking to one self should be done and I’m a firm believer in it. Talk it out with yourself. The way the shrinks are raising their fees, this is a much more pocket-friendly option. Doncha think so, mate?!

Coming to shrinks, poor things, do the crazy people drive them crazy or are they their daily dose of well, entertainment. What do you find amusing, buddy?! How you wriggled your 3-letter-word out of a complete disaster or seen the same impossible feat performed by a dork? It’s fun, it builds class and adds to character or the lack of it. Well, you can say all that to your-smug-self and some more.

I read somewhere (well, yeah, surprise!!! I do know how to read and I exercise that knowledge too!!! Snatched that retort out of the horse’s mouth, didn’t I?!!! ). Anyhow, yes.. I read somewhere, if you don’t want something to be publically known, don’t do it in the first place. I wonder what would be the take of our esteemed politicians on the same. But then, they are a completely different species and I’m not gonna bring biology here. So, that’s that. Coming back to us lesser mortals, if u ‘inevitably’ have to or have already done something which for the greater good of the mankind (read yourself) shouldn't become another line in the great ‘Manorama Year Books’ (Well, for the un-enligtened ones, these annually published books have a plethora of general information), put your brains to use,Farkındalığının farkında olan insan , Akıllı akıllı insan!

Use your grey cells. Don’t care if the world perceives you as a dork. What you think of yourself is of far more significance to yourself (well, mostly!). If your boss thinks that he is God, but err, you don’t, well… you can always separate on religious differences! If you think you are superman, bloody hell, so you are! But then, you do need to substantiate these claims, buddy, to no one else, but yourself. Better have some matter backing up the mind.

Create your hell, create your heaven… you have no one to blame and no one to thank. You were, are and will, forever, be the sole perpetrator of the deed. There will be good times and then there will be bad. But then, the planet isn’t planning to stop spinning any time soon, I guess. Be what you wanna be. Wanna give the Devil a severe inferiority complex, who know you might be much closer than you ever thought! Whoa! Way to go, mate! Go, Go, Go!

May ‘you’ be with you!!!

Non-Quantum Mechanics!

Well... this is a rhetorical piece. Before I start the monologue, I want the reader to answer to him/her self (u don’t have to fake it to your own self all the time!), are you happy, Sire/Madame?! The second thing that you need to know, does the answer matter to you? If yes and the answer to the former is no, what then? Plan to do something about it, Sugar? Or let time do its trick n fill up the holes (if that’s at all possible).

A lot of people are in this eternal state of ambiguity. They aren’t happy, but for the love of the holy life-supporting plant, won’t move a limb! Let’s call it a state of dissatisfaction (because unhappiness is too stringent a term which might be 'distasteful' to the reader).

Happiness, I beg to differ, is NOT a state of mind. You cannot, alas, make your mind think that it’s happy. That, buddy, would take some self-training (cracked the code already? Do mankind a favor and let the secret out, will ya , Einstein?!). And then there is competitive happiness - a giant black hole which will sucks everything into itself. I'm having more fun than you! To what else the success of FB can be ascribed to? Can happiness be quantized?!For that matter, can a lot of other things be quantized? Love, hate, take your pick. Aren’t these supposed to be absolute? Absolute love, absolute hate ,absolute evil, absolute happiness?! In this tiny part of the universe, trust me, nothing is absolute. All of this is a figment of your and, for that matter, my imagination!

We don’t exist in absoluteness, rather we exist in absolute-less-ness and thank the divine for that! We are a dilution of both. A coction, which rears its head without you even knowing it. No soul is absolutely happy (so ya can stop now being J of that gorgeous piece of bipedal primate next to ya, he/she would be cribbing for something else, looks might/mightn’t figure in the wish list), no soul is absolutely sad (so ya can stop comparing your recent disaster with those of others, they would be turning themselves silly with glee on something of which ya are totally clue-less). And then there are presumptions, prejudices, fatuations - in and out (for now we are gonna call the sour grapes, the monster, an out-fatution). Do you only see the evil in one and only the good in the other? Why does that happen? Ever wondered? How a sudden discovery catches you off guard, making you realize, my o' my, there is so much more beneath the surface. Darlin', life is very very long, and nobody is going anywhere. What thou sow, so shalt thou reap, very soon, real soon. Right here, pronto!

You see, my dear, life and people who make it so, are much more amusing that I thought.