Call me CRAZY and let me be (5 things - Week 40)

Uhh...

Where do we begin??

Ermm... Yes.. Of course.. Let me just wish you a (belated) Happy New Year. I hope that great things find you this year. And when/if they don't, I hope you have it in you go out and find them.

So... Now what?

Well, last week's blog post got a comment from a dear friend of mine that this blog has "matured" over the year. I keep matured in quotes as it is, generally, a relative term - mainly, because by the time my next post comes around, I would have reverted back to my immature levels (that post should be out in three days!!).

Coming back to the topic of maturity, in the days gone by, if a person showed signs of having maturity as well as immaturiy, he would have been labeled crazy. Nowadays, you just call them "Bipolar". If you have a friend you can't avoid couting the number of steps on a stair/arranging a playlist in its order, you say that they suffer from Obssesive Compulsive Disorder.

For the want of a better subject, I'm just going to list off five such "disorders" that have afflicted the current generation.

1. Mysophobia - Fear of germs. To be put it correctly, an almost irrational fear of germs. I've a friend like this. He wouldn't have you within one feet of him, if he could. He'll involuntarily back away if you sneeze. He'll kick you out of his house if you say that your friend at office has a fever - like I said, it's an irrational fear.

2. OCD - Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Like I've already mentioned before, having a keener, persistent sense to establish order in this chaotic world is now being termed as such.

3. Social Anxiety disorder - Again, another fancy term for something which you easily have called 'introversion'.

4. Bipolar disorder - I believe that the Schrodinger's cat was responsible for the creation of this term. Until then, having the faculty to be able to be at two states at the same time was a one way ticket to the mental asylum. It still is, but get a cool name for being so.

5. Selective Mutism - Before it became selective mutism, the ability of a normal person to lose his faculty of speech in certain situations/in front of certain people used to be called "Stage fear"/"Shyness".

Selective Mutism at its humourous best!!

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These are fancy terms, brought out by people who are afraid to call a crazy person a crazy person. And I hate them - not just the terms, but the people also.

I've an uncomfortably large number of friends who take pride in being called crazy. You could say that the biggest compliment you could give to him/her, is to just call him crazy. Not in public, mind you. But if there's one thing we would like you to do more than that, then that would be to stop trying to change us.

So, my dear friends, call me CRAZY and let me be.

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Well, that's it for this week.

You all have a great weekend.

'til next week.

On my rear view mirror

On my rear view mirror is 2013, and boy was it something.

It started off with the hope of something better - landing a Govt job, and comes to an end with the hope of something better - following my dreams. As a personal exercise, I checked on the main events that happened to me over the past 12 months. You are welcome to read what I found out.

In JANUARY, I wrote an exam, cleared it successfully and was called for my first interview for a Govt job.

And so, I spent FEBRUARY dreaming about all the good things that it will bring to my life, especially the chance it'll give me to move back to the south.

By the time MARCH rolled out, I was dumped out of the interview unceremoniously. The dream castles I had built over a month came crashing down, leaving me with nothing, but nightmares.

APRIL turned out to be the worst month in my life till now. Depressed would be an understatement. I took a temporary absence from all social networks and did some soul searching. In the midst of all this, I started BLOGGING again.

MAY saw my best friend for over three years leave town - to join at the same govt job that I had also given interview for. He was in another branch, so it wasn't like he took my job. But the fact that he will get to enjoy the dreams that I so dearly loved pushed me further into chaos.

And out of that chaos was born a thrust - a thrust to push me in a direction that I never wanted to go in. To take risks, and to let go of my conventionalism. Hence, JUNE saw the birth of a new me.

JULY was witness to the efforts that I undertook to explore the opportunities for achieving what I wanted.

And AUGUST brought me back to reality. I realized that I would have to do something completely crazy to achieve what I wanted.

SEPTEMBER was spent brooding over the pros and cons of taking such a crazy decision.

OCTOBER had me struck down with Jaundice, confining me to the bed for most parts of it. But at the same time, it gave me an opportunity to come back to my hometown and do some further feasibility study for taking my crazy decision.

NOVEMBER presented me with a genuine cause, which made my crazy decision look slightly less crazy. And so I put in my papers at the job I had for 40 months, with just the minimum idea on what I'm going to do in the future.

DECEMBER is currently enjoying watching the effect of its 11 predecessors on me. Like I said last week, I'm 25 years old, unemployed, single, broke and living with my parents. It can't get any worse than this [I sincerely hope so].

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It is the darkest before the dawn. I believe that you have to get used to being in pitch black darkness to be sure of seeing the single ray of light, when it shines down upon you. You'll then follow it out into the sunshine, where you eyes will be blinded by the sudden increase in contrast. When you finally come to your proper senses, you'll notice that it is another struggle. But now, you'll be better equipped to deal with all the crap that life throws at you - cos you know you overcame it once.

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Looking away from the rear view mirror, I see intertwining paths before me, which run off into the horizon. I don't know how good or bad each path will be to me. I'm like a kid in a candy shop. I want to try each and every one of them. But for now, I've chosen one path, and it is through that path that I'll explore the year 2014.

When, and if, I do a review of 2014 one year from now, I'll look back on 2013, and think "That! That my friends was the turning point in my life." I just don't know whether it'll in a good sense, or bad.

Better late than never (5 things - Week 39)

1. I'm 25 years old. - born on the 26th of December, 1988.

2. I'm unemployed. - left my job on the 9th of December, 2013.

3. I'm single. - as a part of my involuntary celibacy.

4. I'm broke. -  wiser men have deduced that this might have something to do with point no.2.*

5. I'm living with my parents. - mainly cos I don't want to announce pauper status right now.*

But in the middle of all this, I'm happy. The wiser men are still figuring out how that is possible.

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Yesterday, I went to a friend's home. The last time I was there was some 5 years ago. So, as you can guess, I had a hard time remembering the way. All I knew was the colour of his house and the last turn I had to make before I reached there. This was a journey where you know the destination by how it'll be rather than by a name. Fortunately, I didn't end up knocking on a stranger's door.

But the strange part of the journey was reaching that junction, making that turn, trying to see if that is the correct way to the intended place. You feel your heartbeat revving up, making a significant higher amount of 'dap-dap'. It's a great feeling to have, and one I hope I'll have soon in the journey of Life.

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I don't know how to say this subtly, so I'm going to put it out there bluntly - it was my birthday yesterday. A quarter of  a century has been spent by yours truly - wallowing in the sorrows, grovelling in the challenges, embracing the victories and pretty much receiving with open arms whatever the world has thrown at me.

When I passed out from college, I had a strong idea of how, what, where I would be at this point in my life. I was supposed to figure out the intricacies of life by now. I was supposed to be doing what I loved. I was supposed to have finally got rid of the 'single' status. I was supposed to be heading into the late 20's era of my life with the confidence of a man, who had it all laid bare in front of him.

But, in reality, at this point of time, none of those have come to fruition. I've had plenty of missed chances and wasted opportunities to reach there, but due to my own contorted convictions and error-ridden judgements, I've had to let them pass by.

And now, I stand here, right now, as confused I was four years ago. The only difference being I know what I want in my life. Like the journey I made to my friend's house, I now know what the place I want to end up at looks like. Even though I'm still working out how to get there, I'm confident of being able to identify it when I pass by it.

And so, here I am. On the journey of life, straining away from the way fate was leading me, forcing myself onto new territories and challenges. This is a direction I wouldn't even have followed in my darkest nightmares a year before.

I took a lot of detours, I was held up at a lot of places, but I'm on the path again - to reach the place I was supposed to have reached by now. Better late than never, I guess.

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Thank you!!

Well, that's it for this week.

You all have a great weekend.

'til next week.

*exaggerated for effect.

Drawing blanks (5 things - Week 38)

I'm preparing to write about yours truly turning in a quarter century in this world next week.

I'm planning to do a recap of the major things which happened to me over this year as the first post of next year.

I'm going to write the post I missed in this series in early October due to jaundice [post no.27] as a Gandhiji special at the end of next month, when we'll be mourning the 64th year of his passing away.

But I've absolutely no idea as to what I'm going to write today. Such is the irony of the situation.

I tried to write about Uthradom Thirunal Marthanda Varma, the late head of the royal family of Travancore, who passed away on Monday. I tried to write about the various types of cremation techniques used around the world. I tried to think about anything that I could write here, and all I could do was nothing, but to draw blanks everywhere.

That is just what I've. WRITER'S BLOCK. And the best thing about writer's block is that it gives you the freedom to break through your inhibitions and use it as an excuse to write about the crazy, unrelated stuff you've always wanted. And before I end up like the unfortunate blogger in the following picture, here's the round up for this week.

A FEW FACEBOOK PAGES YOU SHOULD CONSIDER LIKING

1. CALVIN AND HOBBES

It is said that you have to as naive as a child to believe the crazy stuff. That is just what Calvin brings to you. A cartoon strip everyday that makes you wonder at the unbridled imagination that this 4 foot genius possesses.

2. Emma Watson

We all remember the cute, little gal we met some ten years ago. Well, now she is all grown up. And my does she look fetching.

3. Chandler Bing's Sarcasm and Joey Tribbiani's Dumbness

If you have watched FRIENDS, you would know what I mean. If you haven't watched FRIENDS, you wouldn't - as simple as that.

4. ROFLindia

LAUGH. Like I had said in the mid weekly post,

LAUGH if it's funny,

LAUGH because it's healthy.

LAUGH if it's ridiculous,

LAUGH because it's infectious.

And this page gives you enough to laugh about.

5. GOD

I saved the best for last. GOD is there on facebook, and he's awesome. GOD hears what we have to say, replies to some of us, and generally puts up posts that tickle your funny bone, while working your gray cells.

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Well, that's it for this week.

You all have a great weekend.

'til next week.

LAUGH

LAUGH if it's funny,

LAUGH because it's healthy.

LAUGH if it's ridiculous,

LAUGH because it's infectious.

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