Up in the air - a point of view

With a billion miles in his back pack; he has no room left. No room for anything or anyone. Definitely no room for intangible items like love and relationships, especially love and relationships; because they are the heaviest of all. They slow him down; they are messy. And you can't throw them in the bin before checking in for your flight. On the other hand, those photographs he carries with him, the ones he shows to his co-passengers; have other people in them. You can't take a picture of yourself at the bar by yourself. It would not exactly qualify for a memory worth preserving. So you see, his backpack is light but his heart's heavy. His miles mean a lot to him like the points you get by running over people in those ps3 games. And his job is to fire employees for firms who don't have the balls to do it. One messed up guy he is. You can't live like this for long. In the end, its the sky over the clouds; all blue, up in the air.

7 days to a new year, 7 thoughts to a few dear

At 25 or so, or may be a couple of years before and after, when the feeling of age is confusing in terms of Life earned; and by earned I only mean life spent, i.e., days made through and stalled, promises kept and piled up, smiles stitched and spread, memories dusted and picked up again; there is something strange that we all miss.

Imagine missing a "i love you" in a day spent together, or a "thank you" at the elevator door. Small things. Small things add up, just like in maths. I remember when I first started to learn simultaneous equation (SE); I was excited. I could solve two variables. Throw in a few trigonometric functions and I was ecstatic. Until quadratic equations showed up and SE became obvious, got into a habit of being solved; become a passe'.

I get that same feeling, now that the year ends. It started new and fresh, and then days became habits, months became obvious; until 2009 passed by me. I thought about life (just like the last few years, nothing new about it). I got criticized and sympathized all along. I couldn't possibly solve life, but found that there are innumerable ways to make it bearable, livable, enjoyable, dramatic and divine. I learnt that nothing really matters, life's only a chance. Sometimes that one in a billion chance feels like a miracle, the rest of the time it's just the entropy (E) of the world increasing. I also learnt that how you contribute to that ΔE somehow matters. I am sure I did just fine. So in short, I lived well; I guess.

How did you fair at life this year? Is there even a need for self assessment? I'm sure if I ask Dad, he'll say: " Just Keep Going!"

I guess living was never about life and its milestones. It's all about the turns, believe me. You have to slow down. And just before you go hard on the gas again, make up your mind; for the blue skies, the clear lakes and the waving green on the way will pass you by.