Interests

I get a new interest every other week. The problem is that barely any manage to stay. I get addicted quick and easy, and then drop 'em like hot stones in a couple of days. But I have finally found something I have managed to hang on to for a long time ( you realise that this is a relative term) after a long time. Its football. Weirdly enough, it started like medicine, and THEN I got the kick (excuse the pun). I suppose thats what made the difference, and now I am addicted. I had started supporting the adopted club when it was as its lowest, and I have improved with it from being a distanced spectator to a crazy, cheering, fanatic. I'm not sure thats a very good thing, the fanatic part, but what the heck- I'm having a blast. And I'm proud of myself.....and mostly because I can now appreciate other perspectives, and try them out myself, and somewhat because I no longer say 'Whats of interest in an event where 22 players kick the crap out of a peice of pigskin...or whatever synthetic fibre they use now'
Hmmm... there's more to sports than meets the eye. Who would have thought I'd wring moral philosophy out of it.

A Different Beat

Do ants get lost? They have a whole system worked out where each ant knows its place in the social hierarchy of ants and they work tirelessly to fulfill the role of their status. But no matter how much Discovery or Animal planet I watch, I have never seen a show where they focus on anything beyond the groups of ants maintaining their status quo without a single protest. Do they have protests? Do they have major revolutions which totally mix-up the social order and usher in a new era? Can ants rise up the ranks? Do ants have a possibility of social mobility? I cannot imagine how they eternally slave on over the same task day after day, and not get bored out of their mind. And what happens to the ants who march a different beat? Who rebel against the suffocating system to go find own place in the world- what about the explorer ants? Other than the ones which end up biting unmentionables and dying a rather inglorious death, that is. Poor things- scared and alone and cornered. They never had a chance. Suddenly I feel like an ant. Sigh.

Maturity

Its been a really long time since I have been to any amusement park. Also known as theme parks. I wonder why. The only theme I can associate with it is FUN, which is really a good enough theme, but still. Ok, I'm getting distracted. As I was saying, I think one of the greatest joys in life is to be able to sit on a high, fast ride and have the time of your life. Once I get on that ride (my personal favourites being the hoop de loop, the roller coaster and the scarier versions of the flying saucer). I also love scary rides. They scare the crap out of me and I love them! For those hundred and twenty odd seconds I can leave everything behind and go into a world of my own, and I mean every single thing. My troubles fade, my mind blanks out and I'm in a world of my own where time stands still. I believe no matter how mature and grown up people think they have become, you can always bring out the child in them in an amusement park. I dont claim to be either mature or grown up, so I like to think I get maximum benefit out of such places. And when I feel even the slightest bit..ummm...adulterated, I just look at my facebook 'How mature are you?' quiz result. It says I have the maturity of a 5-year-old. I'm too embarrassed to publish it, but I still get plenty of joy out of it.

Gone

It is weird how we deal with people close to us leaving . By leaving , I don't mean dying, I mean going away somewhere else-to some other city, or country, or Timbuktu..... Some people weep copiously, bid their tearful goodbyes, make promises of calling everyday etc. etc. Some people are stoic. They show no emotion whatsoever, and pine away inside. And some people treat the departing like they are departing from this world. They will see every moment as the last time they will ever do that, be there, say this etc. etc. , make a million 'memories', gift a scrapbook with 'wonderful' moments captured forever on Kodak (or any other brand, not an issue) cameras and so on. (This is not to say there are no other classifications) I don't know yet to which category I belong. but to please my ego, I pretend I am totally cool- a little sad, but be optimistic about seeing him or her someday soon, and stay in touch like nothing has changed. Which should not be too difficult given that communication technology is so advanced. Yet once someone leaves, we end up deleting them from our lives. So much for communication tech. Whoever said distance makes the heart fonder, was talking out of his/her ass.
Many think that it is harder on the people leaving. I think its hardest on the people left behind. They are the ones who will have to go through everyday with a chunk missing. Temporarily, anyway. The one leaving will have a new place, new people and often, a new life. Therein begins the distance- physical and emotional, leading to the fissure.
I just wonder whether we really are that busy, or simply too lazy. Sigh.

Lessons

When the time is just right, everything happens just perfectly...to ensure we fall flat on our nether-regions.
But then we realise the kick was just what we needed for a jumpstart.

What are we? Decrepit old cars?

I think its much better to learn a lesson from success than from failure.