Brain Masala...overtime...

I’ve got to get things done; people to meet; thoughts to analyze, and if I’m honestly lucky, get some free pepperoni pizza in the middle of all this self-resonated chutzpah.

Been there, done that, you’d say.

Nothing works better than re-arranging that furniture in your head once in a while though.

People shrink, shrivel up almost, into little prunes, when faced with the dire perception of even mildly psycho-analyzing themselves. It’s damn easy to get off and about on someone else’s hyped-up sob-story, and put in little jabs and notes here and there, and feel cocky and self-assured.
Lolzz.
My my.
One wonders where all that self-assurance goes when one’s faced with one’s own limitation-analysis, in a manner of speaking.

You’d think fessing-up is highly over-rated.
I thought so too.
To remind others of what’s right and wrong, good or bad, up or down ( I’d give you a page of opposites dears; taught pre-school for 3 months and haven’t had the mental capacity to lose them opposites, yet!;) )

But pun aside. Well-intended sarcasm side-lined. Time-out from crazy mentally challenging chick-flicks and tough-guy movies.

I’m sitting on my couch…its 2 am...and duh, I’m alone.( The rusty night-light does wonders for the ambience, I must say.)
The old clichés of what’s my purpose in life? Why am I on this earth? Why am I petulant and whiney at 2 am? Why am I craving food that’s going to make my arms and legs jiggle by the time I’m 40?

I could go on.

Making someone realize what they want, or need, is a great feeling actually. For fear of sounding pompous, one feels a great sense of being, and worthiness , when one is there for a friend or family.
Sympathy and compassion are just a flick of the wrist away from pity and smugness.

Why? Because, lets face it. If re-arranging furniture is stimulating, re-arranging mental furniture must be pure un-adulterated joy.

( Please note the generic tinge of suppressed but polite sarcasm here.)

Point being, we go through life, putting ourselves in a box and throw away the key in some forsaken place…and when its time to clear away the good-intended cob-webs….shucks.

That’s life. It will throw you in limbo, it will get you caught up situations that your grandma warned you about, and it will tease and taunt your intelligence.

So what now?
That Pandora box of self-image is highly mesmerizing, more like that little dreamy dress( for girls) in the showroom you don’t dare try on for size, because you don’t want to look flabby or worse, too eager to be a fashion puppet. For guys, I’d choose that flashy hairdo that you think is so cool, but hey, it might not look cool on you, and worse, people will notice and admit that.

Coming back to that Pandora box.
It’s a ticking time-bomb, that’s what is the point. We are scared like s***
( pardon my French ) that opening it up would unravel that whole knotted up mental mitten, and cascade a whole snow-ball down on the old haggard self, which will come down as the epic but poetic nonetheless, house of cards.

Sigh.
Too much imagery, eh.
And mental galore.

And we so don’t need that after that crappy day at work, with that moody boss, with that fussy car or worse, unpredictable weather, eh.
I mean, who wants added stress and that too, self-induced and self-structured, no matter how haphazard, stress??
Who in their right, intelligent, but somewhat questionable minds would put themselves through that mental hodgepodge?


And that is neither a trick question, nor a rhetorical one.
For we aren’t as weak as we presume ourselves to be.

Things in life don’t seem what they are, people aren’t what they should be, and that job remains crappy.
But we still keep on pushing.

Lets follow the KISS formula. “Keep-it-simple-stupid.”
I don’t know about you, but I find that mildly objectionable. No point in adding insult to injury, calling ourselves stupid, eh.

I prefer this:-“ Keep-it-short-&-simple.”

Simplicity comes with a rigorous self-analysis of oneself.

Know what you have faith in, and what gives you hope.

The rest comes in tow, and if its fast…it’s a bonus.

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Letting Go...

Ever wonder why, a child holds on to the toy / lollipop that supposed thing he’s NOT to have at that point in time, surprising the taker with his new-age iron grip?
Always a wonder.Hmm. I’m sure.
It’s a sense of DejaVu’ eh.

Kids have an unbiased innocent way of simplifying things in life, which we, as adults, have the irritating habit or should I say inherent problem of allowing to blow things out of proportion, and still comically, missing the point.
Not clear yet?
Sigh.

Picture this. A man drowning. He’s out on his own, surrounded by absolutely nothing and he’s got a straw. He’ll be nuts not to hold on to that straw, although, you’ll agree when I say he’ll be nuts too, to hold on to it.Wholesale defeat, eh.
I mean come on.This ain’t a Superman flick clashed with a fairy-tale.
(If the guy is allowed to wear his under-wear outside his tights (shucks, not pants)….then there must be no limit to his nutty eccentricities would there now.)He’d be allowed to float on a straw, or dangle it between 2 fingers to add to the drama.

This guy drowning….he’s no Superman. He’s probably a simple guy, with neurotic tendencies, wishful idealism and a huge sense of denial.In other words….HUMAN.

Ever wonder why this analogy is so often used, and hence, miss-used?

How long will he frantically splash in the water?? Gasp for breath?? Go down and come up again...hopeful?

Hope… sigh. Another loaded word.
No wonder humans find it hard to let go….of family, friends, things…memories. It’s as if the brain shuts down, and the heart is allowed to over-charge….over-run…and ultimately, over-rule.Mediocrisy is never an option.


Most of you are probably wondering where I’m going with this one.But hey.
If we always have to GET somewhere….we’d miss out on the fun of getting there.O.K.I think I might’ve created a bit of a paradox.
We always take so much pleasure in having a goal, the ultimate aim, the GETTING THERE… that we forget the whole process, journey, path and point of that in the first place.

It’s as if the journey ceases to exist.

In another world, that would be allowed.

Nu uh.In this juxapot of human emotions and wavering minds, I wouldn’t recommend such one-track mindedness.

Why?
Come back to my first point.The guy drowning.Picture yourself…time and again.You should all be sheepishly shaking your heads saying the old worn-out cliché of “been there…done that”, by now.
And then some.
No wonder we find it so hard to let go. Of anything or anyone that means anything to us.
All the energy lost….emotions drained…of fluttering in the sea…ultimately, what happens?
Yes. You let go.
You could’ve done it then, an hour ago, 10 minutes ago…or now.Same ending.

Now here’s the glitch, you’d point out. We need to try our best, make every option work… and so on.
Sure.No one’s taking that right away.

To apply the laws of Physics, every action has an opposite and equal reaction. The time difference may wary, as people apparently get caught up between the Heart and Mind….and we all want the Heart to win, lets face it.

But in order to decide between what needs to be done, and what could be done, and then what should be done, we need the Mind. Its that old reliable little critter, mistaken wrongly as being cold and neurotically logical, when all the poor thing wants is for the Heart to remain intact, not get caught up in the tear.

Life and Death are already specified. We KNOW each exists. So why the suffering?When we allow ourselves to remember the good stuff, smile and then let it go.

I repeat…remember, smile and let go.
Only then comes a mental and hearty peace. We all deserve to allow ourselves that surrealism now and then.

It’ll make sense, and it won’t, but things have a way of clearing up.

And YES. It’s true.

So that guy should remember why he’s drowning in the first place.
And kudos to that kid. He’ll hold on but he let goes because he knows, there’s going to be some other treat coming soon.

Different scenarios…different reasons….One lesson.

Keep smiling…..you in actuality, need only little things to do that.People come and go, memories get created always, and imagine the fun of not knowing what treat is coming at you next.
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MINDLESS...takes a new meaning

On a Sear's hairdryer: Do not use while sleeping .

newsflash:-(That's the only time i have to work on my hair)

On a bar of Dial soap : "Directions : use like regular soap."
(And that would be how ???)

On some Swanson frozen dinners :"Serving suggestion: Defrost."
(But, it's "just" a suggestion).

On Tesco's Tiramisu dessert (printed on bottom):
"Do not turn upside down" (Well...duh, a bit late ,huh)!

On packing for a Rowenta iron: "Do not iron clothes on body."
(But wouldn't this save me more time?):P
On Boot's Children Cough Medicine:
"Do not drive a car or operate machinery after takig medication."

SIGHZ.
(We could do a lot to reduce the rate of construction accidents if we could just get those 5- year olds with the head-colds off those forklifts.)

On Nytol Sleep Aid:"Warning:May cause drowsiness."

(And....I'm taking this becoz???...)..(eye brows raised.)

On a Japanese food processor:"Not to be used for the other use."

(Now, somebody out there, help me on this.I'm a bit curious.) ( eye-brows raised..further.)

On Sunsbury's peanuts :"Warning:Contain nuts"
(Talk about a news flash)

On a child's superman costume:
"Wearing of this garment does not enable you to fly"
(I dont blame the company.I blame the parents for this one.)..(eye brows gone )

Maddy's diary...8th april'2007.

and i wonder about Joey's intellectual limitations sometimes...:)

Monica: Joey, this doesn't make any sense.

Joey: Sure it does, I used the thesaurus.

Chandler: On every word?

Joey: Yep.

Monica: Joey, what was this sentence originally?

Joey: They are warm, nice people with big hearts.

Chandler: And that became ''they are humid, prepossessing homo sapiens with full-sized aortic pumps.''
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