#5

"Down the Gehenna, or up the Throne, he travels fastest who travels alone." - Joseph Rudyard Kipling

#4

Trust a girl to find a cute name even for the pancreas.

कृ8♀T - Donate Eyes

It is not for nothing that humans are God's masterpiece on earth, and even to top that women amongst them are the epitome of his creativity. Don't agree? Let me show you how. Its simple, women are creativity personified. In fact creativity literally means the process of 'creating eves' - create-eve-ity - see. Anyways, this label of posts from me is dedicated to the other man made forms of creativity. Hopefully you've decrypted the title now!

Here goes the first one, that did impress me much!

arbit thought #30

Do you often - or atleast sometimes - not wonder that there are things which no one talks about, writes about, or even thinks about. They seem so silly and trivial that, we don't even care to wonder about them, leave alone share a thought with someone. Some how even comparing the number of weekly page visits on one's orkut profile, seems less weird.

It is then that I begin to wonder - is it just me? Following is one such thingamajig, that I keep thinking about till it makes me sick.

When was the last time you lay sick in bed - hopefully due to some minor sickness - and with your mind free of any meaningful thoughts, you noticed that you always ended up turning your gaze towards the source of light in that room - the white tube-light, or the monotonous incandescent bulb, or these days the even more so monotonous chloro-fluorescent lamps; and this happened again and again, even when you didn't want it to, till you reached a point when you started detesting it. This happens to me all the time, even when I 'm not sick, probably because I've gotten to this habit of sleeping with all lights on. It is then that I direct my sight to the other side in resentment and start thinking that we are no less stupid than insects - and while I am doing this, with my limited logical ability and knowledge, I start noticing these arbit shapes flying in front of my eyes - yes, I had warned you that it is going to be weird and completely arbit - in a random fashion.

They are usually in the shape of short crooked strokes and, sometimes even dots or circles. There's very few of them, and when you fix your eyes on any one of them - now that is when the game begins. You can never look at them, they always outrun your spot of focus. You shall keep chasing them as much as you want; they are like a currency note that is tied to a hardly visible thread, that is pulled by a man hiding in the bushes, just as a passer by bends down to pick it up - in movies or 'Just for Gags'.

Perhaps they are something inside the eyes or just something on the cornea, but that is not relevant. This I believe should be a common occurrence to everyone, yet no one talks about it. I know it is meaningless, but is it not also strange. Why did anyone in the past 23 years of my existence have the inquisitiveness to talk about this to me, or why is it only now that I am talking, no writing in oblivion, about this. Is it because this is the final semester, and having been placed I have nothing better to do?

Now, this is the part where I am going to filter out something profound from the 'blahbrage' above. It is amazing the ways in which human societies consider issues/ topics/occurrences worthy/relevant or not to talk and write about. Give it a thought, isn't the above 'phenomenon' I have written about more speakable/writable than news about two Canadians marrying under the sea, or gossip about the tiff between Ekta Kapoor and the other self assumed bimbo girl - what's her name...eh..whateva..