Sunday, July 17, 2011

It has been a long while that I last wrote. I lost my hands, you know, or I'd have already written about an avalanche or two encountered while trekking forward on "Mt. Personal Life" (23000 meters). Just got my hands back yesterday, my identity the day before, and my thought process few hours back sitting on the footrest of Awadh Assam Express hurtling at a thousand kmph. Besides the glum talk, there were also world-appointing moments where everything seemed nice and perfect. Things gained, things lost.

It is hard to sum up the past month (and a a week or two). Going through cyclical turns in fortune, much like Ignatius' Wheel of Fortune (as imagined by Boethius in his Consolation of Philosophy). But in another respect, I'm not good enough to be compared with any protagonist, not bad enough to be compared with any antagonist either - heroes and anti-heroes have long since been forgotten in this core; the virtues and the morals have been biting the dust; the extraordinary, the deplorable, and the quotidian have been dissolved in a random gravy of whatever simmers to the top at the moment of sampling.

Brain pops at the question of longevity. Brain fumbles at the question of a quick suicide. Brain inverts at the question of social acceptance. Brain drifts away at the question of occupation. A lot to let you down, a lot to make you hurt.
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