Although a close friend told me not to mention such stuff in a public space, I will go on record with this. Today, at the stroke of midnight, just as India ushered in the V-Day on 14.02.09, I had a peg of vodka to celebrate 24 years of being single and happy.
Single and happy, eh? This is me speaking, and not the vodka I can assure you of that. How can I be happy? There was a bomb blast in Pune (10 killed and 30+ injured). "My Name Is Khan" was being boycotted in many theatres all over Maharashtra. People are still dying of hunger all over India. The T-State issue still looms (and could play spoilsport once again when I come to Hyderabad next weekend). How can one be happy still?
Today I realized one thing - me and the world have been screwing each other since time immemorial. And the agreement was always mutual - it was purely with consent. And what did I get out of this relationship? What did the world do for me? Nothing, nothing at all. What did I ask for? I didn't ask for a McKinsey job, I didn't ask for 1 crore package, I never asked for anything that I did not deserve. I just asked for an average package for my average marks. And what did it give me? You know it better. What am I doing to change that? Nothing at all, not a thing.
You know, I don't give a damn about world now. I don't care what it wants to give me. I don't want anything from it - zero expectations, null, a big egg. I will take what I get - no aims, no ambitions - just a robot in this sea of life, a zombie among the millions of humanoid zombies on the face of this planet. And strangely speaking, this makes me happy.
Ciao for now.