story of a sandwich

Our system. Is like a sandwich. The constituents that are at the top, the plain bread, are no different from that at the bottom. The so called glamorous ingredients of the package,the cheese and tomatos and stuff, however make up the middle class. U think you are more sell-able than others. you might even fetch a higher value in the market. but you end up in the middle class. very nicely, without alienating the bottom class, some of the plain breads make it to the top. who gives a damn to the middle class of the sandwich. its already divided. there is the cheese. and then there is the simple potato and tomato and the cabbage. all exist differently. and none of them thinks the other is necessary to make a good sandwich. that is the problem with them. where as the two breads, they never fight. u might try and turn around the whole system. still, the bread would be at the top. until the middle stuff gets its act together and gets together, the breads are going to have a blast. or you could try and be the bread. but by the time u realise the whole thing, u are probably a cheese or butter. and thats ur check mate :)

post no. 1

hi there

been thinking for a almost an hour now over what to write in my first post. tried all of the options: coming off as someone smart, or philosophical, or maybe very romantic ( in the hope that a beautiful lady would come across this and fall in love. As if :P ). Well, screw that. I am going to be what i usually am. Unpredictable and Inscrutable.(not for my sister tho, she thinks she is worked out my thinking patterns :P )

Just the other day, on a beach in Puri, i was observing people. Some families having fun in the waters. Single guys hunting for the rare good looking girl. And the girls acting as if they wanted to be spared from all the watching. I saw a father trying to carry his little son in to the waters and that little guy was violently protesting against it. The father did manage to carry him some distance into the water and instead of being secure in his strong hands, he chose to jump down and rush towards him mom. No doubt that kid ran to his mom.She is your security blanket. But His dad is better equiped to keep him floating than his mom is.Still you run to your mom. Irrational.

This one is a natural attachment. Gifted since birth. There is another one. That you develop. In your lifetime. Many a things are said about love for your partner. Unconditional. True. Pure. Unwavering. blah. Blah. and Blah. Hell, i am ready to give all that to Minnisha Lamba. You dont see her with me. Do you. Love is not as pure as you might perceive it to be. There is more logic to love than instinct. And that makes it confusing. Suddenly you want to believe that love has a hidden side. Dark and Unpleasant. And its all a lie.

But then there are these moments you spend with someone or somewhere that makes life worth all the shit we go through. There is this moment where i just stood at the doors of the train i was in. The strong rush of wind giving an illusion of calm and power. I loved that. There was the time i called up my family to tell them of my placement in NTPC. The first time i cooked a maggi with my girl friend. All beautiful moments. And then there is my fav: looking at my mum dad and sis's reaction when i stand at the door of my house coming back after a long break. Worth a million. Just to me, of course. To you, its not a penny.

That is how love is. Irrational. Enigmatic.Hypocritical. And Sweet. It makes you do the most stupid and risky things and still feel good about it.There is always a conflict. In its definition. In its understanding. And in its sanity.