Thursday, November 03, 2005

Glitter, shimmer ,quicksilver..

Sitting on my toilet seat last nite, I was realized that this is the very place i got every one of my bright ideas. somehow the toilet seat stimulates my inspirations and my imagination..Dun ask me how it works..
So this thought , so like my others as it emerged , began to take form and shape.. I realized , gazing out of the window at the beautiful black sky , i realized that we tend to show off too much of that us new in our lives .. of course his is not any of those omg type of realizations.. a thought i hadnt really pondered upon earlier it was..

I mean it is the joy in ths smallest of the things , that are new iin our lives that keep us happy..

For instance, let me take my on example . when i bought a new pencil.. somehow the thought of the new pencil made me so enchanted that i actually tried to read a little physical chemistry and underline the 'important' observations in my book..(something i gave up ofcourse after 3 minutes and6 secs of starting).

Lets progress to other and bigger details in life..
There was this friend of mine, who long ago, had bought a new watch .. and was so excited of showing it off that he turned into left hander all day! *extends his left hand with his new watch *" can u pass me a pencil please?"(somehow became politer and all for that day).. or *rubbing his hands together and wondering aloud*, "i have long fingers!".
and the best part of it.. whch ended the whole drama..when he dropped his coffee on his crotch trying to look at the time when someone asked.!!

Somehow the glitter of the new thing shades the old one ,still in itz best condition .
Lets take another example , of my red old scooty..when my mom got her new kinetic . somehow.. the acceleration of the scooty wasnt good enough, itz height wasnt convinient all of a sudden.
Then 2 years later , when i got my activa, mom's kinetic wasnt good enough all of a sudden now.. something that was gud tilll yesterday..

Something that hasnt lost itz shine yet is my comp(*hugs it *) something about it is there that is irreplaceable..(hehe.. may be the fact that i havent got a new lap top.

Some how I have a feeling this applies to a lil exetent even to the friends in our life,.. or may be my life.. for a person who hasnt been in one place for more than 3 years in a row it is difficult to have friends for a long time.. sometimes you just cant help it, sometimes itz not possible.. sometimes itz just time.
i have had friends with who i have been like glue to me kinda pals .. and now.. i dont really have anything common with them .. even thoug i am in contact with them they arent anymore those pals .. i could talk for hours.. now somehow i dont have anything to say to them.. and i have new friends all of a sudden .. who have taken their positions... but i know this is transitory.. they will not last too long either.. so what is this..any way..


P.S . I dun really have point to make ..in here ..just something to type about...

Love ,
Prognosticator

Comments:
hmmm... lot of thoughts to be pondered over a toilet seat... now i will take it as a lesson to spend more quality time with my toilet... and start thinking, which i badly need to do :)
 
itz going to be tiring i warn u... thinkin is tiring.. very...
 
toilet seat and thinking!!! deadly combination indeed and it's exactly the same case here. The thoughts for almost all my writings have originated at the same place, the toilet seat.
I think it is because out there, your mind is not busy with anything else and this absolute freedom causes a free flow of thoughts.
 
Ah ... the fascination for the 'new'. Its pervasive i guess... btw ur blog template seems to be improving on a day-to-day ... lotsa work behind the scenes ?? :P
 
@eclipse:yeh yeh i know:D
@mythalez:back!! and thanx!!! well lil wrk ... not 2 much
 
wooo after havingpeptic ulcers...someone would find me at the toilet seat every 15 mins..though moi struggling wid stomach cramps and at the same time u gettin exotic ideas on the seat..LOL
 
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