Because I could not think of a Title

Do you know that this is one of more than 184 million blogs on the internet?

That is 184,000,000.

The population of human beings on earth just crossed 7 billion.

That is 7,000,000,000.

You are 1.

You and I make 2.

There is so much that you and I have not seen.

There is so much that you and I, given ten more lifetimes, could not possibly see.

There are so many places I want to see.

That yet undiscovered beach on Africa’s western coast. The grand canyon on a moonlit night. The Inca ruins of Machu Picchu. The canals in Venice. Gangotri, where the world’s holiest water body is born. Base Camp below Mount Everest. Stonehenge.

The white light at the end of the tunnel.

We are so afraid, you and I.

We are afraid of consequence. The unforeseen, we are afraid of it.

The dark is unforeseen, and so we are afraid of it.

Death is unforeseen, and so we are afraid…

We are afraid of what MIGHT happen.

A girl will not go out with a boy because she’s afraid that this MIGHT end up messing up their friendship. She does not know that they might end up living that great fairy-tale life, having babies, growing old together. Being happy for the rest of their lives together. How many of us will get to experience that?

A father will not let his son join the navy because he’s afraid that this MIGHT end up in a situation, an unlikely situation, where his son is in mortal peril. He does not know that his son might end up living an extraordinary life, that he might end up finding mates and friends the likes of which he could never have thought of. Brothers. How many of us will get to have such friendships?

A friend will not go on an ‘illegal’ (at home) vacation with his college buddies, because he’s afraid that his parents will find out and it MIGHT end up making things difficult at home for a few weeks. He does not know that this trip will be their last together, one they will remember for the rest of their lives, one which will affect each of their lives in such a profound way… How many of us will get to have such memories?

We are afraid…

Do you know you are standing on a rock, flying around another rock, which just happens to be on fire, at more than 100,000 kilometers an hour? And that this rock has been doing this for the last four and a half billion years?

A girl is in love with a boy. This boy lives a very long distance away. There is absolutely no chance of them being together.

A boy, being a boy, is in love with this girl…this girl who is in love with some other boy. There…is…absolutely…no…chance…of…them…being…together.

What do you expect him to do?

What do you expect her to do?

Do you know that there are more than 7 trillion galaxies in the observable universe?

Most of these galaxies have more than 100 billion stars.

You, sir, are a speck…like I am.

No, wait…we are not specks. The sun might be a speck, or perhaps the Milky Way is a speck.

We? We’re nothing. In the grand scheme of things, when you look at it as a whole, we are a cosmic accident. We are an anomaly in a vastly barren universe.

God? Perhaps he has not yet had time to look over at this side of the universe to see that something is going on here, which he probably did not intend.

Life, we call it. It is inexplicable.

It seems like simple chemistry, yet it is not.

Do you know that the observable universe is a sphere with a radius of about 45 billion light years.

That is 45,000,000,000 light years.

That is 425723778000000000000000 kilometers.

Are you naïve enough to think that you matter?

Yes you are…I know I am.

You will, in this lifetime, or in some other, spend 14 years in school. You will then probably spend 4 years in college. And then for the rest of your life, you will work.

Throughout this, you have already met, or are going to meet, so many unbelievably extraordinary people…they will be your friends, your siblings, your teachers, your lovers, your parents, your children…

We…are afraid of what might, or might not, be.

People will come to be infinitesimal distances close to you. And then, poof!

People will pledge their undying love.

You will swear that things will never change.

You will swear!

And then…

You will swear at the way things turned out.

You…will…swear!

If it makes you happy, do it. You are afraid of what might, or might not…be.

If it is morally wrong, but it makes you happy, do it. Morals, or laws, or rules might, or might not be written in ink, but you are that one unique cosmic accident that got you where you are now.

Nobody has lived your life. Nobody has ever felt what you have felt.

I may be paraphrasing Dr.Manhattan here, but it’s true…it’s true that if out of all those years of evolution, your dad just happened to meet your mom, and that one cell won the race against a million others, and out of everything that has happened in the entire thirteen and a half billion year history of the universe, it all resulted in you sitting exactly where you are sitting right now.

You simply cannot ignore that you are a miracle… and yet you are afraid of what might, or might not be!

If there is that girl who you’ve been putting off talking to for the last six months, talk to her. If nothing else, it will be a flattering experience for her.

If there is that story you always wanted to put down on paper, write it down. If nothing else, atleast your mom will love it.

You do not know what is going to happen . Then why be afraid of it?

Why am I writing all of this down?

At least...

At least you have a computer to read this post on...
At least you know how to read. 

At least you're studying in a good college.
At least you're studying...

At least you don't have to worry about where your next meal is coming from. At least your parents are paying for your next meal. At least you have parents...

At least you know where you're sleeping tonight. At least you know you are sleeping tonight...

At least, even if if someone broke your heart, you know how it's like to have someone who has the capacity to break your heart. At least you have a heart to be broken.

At least, even if you're sad, you've once known happiness. At least you've known happiness.

At least you had friends once, even if you think you have none now.

At least you have money, to drive, to take a bus, a train or some other thing to get where you want to go now. At least you know how to drive.

At least you have a friend to call, whenever you're feeling low as shit, when you feel you can do nothing else except to cry to this person, lay your soul bare.
At least you have a soul to lay bare.
At least you have a friend.
At least you have a phone to call this friend.
At least you have a phone with more features than you care to do anything about...

At least you have someone to thank, for whoever you are now, because without them you could not possibly have been here. At least you have someone...

At least you have the money to go out, have a good time, with people who you think are your friends.

At least your parents trust you enough to not give you a hard time about where you've been the last night, when you came home an hour later than you told them you would.

At least you still believe in your own abilities. At least you have some abilities. At least you think you do...

At least with all your possessions, all your friends, your family, all your achievements, all your potential, at least after all that...at least you think you're happy...

Or are you?

C'est La Vie

This is over.

I am not perfect, I never claimed to be.
I never told you that you could expect perfection out of me.

I have lost before. Again, I concede defeat.
You win.

Enjoy.

There is no doubt that the fault was entirely mine. But the key word is 'was'.
You, like only dumb, callous, conceited individuals like yourself have the ability to, have managed to take my original fault, multiply it, and take it upon yourself.
I applaud your stupidity.

*clap...*clap...*clap...

The correct way to have gone about an 'intervention' of this kind would probably have been to tell the perceived villain, ie. me, about my faults, wrong-doings and generally evil deeds and told me to correct my ways or that you would correct them for me.
The wrong way, your way, to have gone about an 'intervention' of this kind was telling the 'victim' of my faults, wrong-doings and generally evil deeds about my faults, wrong-doings and generally evil deeds (this is getting redundant) and causing a great deal of emotional distress to the aforementioned 'victim'.
But you, being your usual dumb, callous and conceited self-righteous self, are too dumb, callous and conceitedly self-righteous for your own good.
And so you fucked it up.
I again applaud your stupidity.

*clap...*clap...*clap...

Let us view the facts-
1. She already knew.

Well, those are all the facts, really. You dumb, callous, conceited 'individual', she already fucking knew.

All you managed to do was push a relationship already going through some trouble past the tipping point, hurting two people in the process, completely and forever losing my trust and maybe hurting yourself a little too.
Had you managed to not be so dumb, callous and conceited, you would have managed to put a relationship going through some trouble back on a morally healthy path, retained and enhanced my trust in you, gained my respect and hurt no one.
But you fucked it up.
Once again, I applaud your stupidity.

*clap...*clap...*clap...

I do not know the path from here on.

I will never be perfect. But I will always be a better man than you.

This is over.

Once upon a time, when we were Freshmen!

Do you remember your college counselling?
Do you remember walking into that auditorium, with so many people, kids like you and their parents, some anxious, some disinterested, others nervously excited. The seats kept filling up, while you waited with all your forms and your certificates, all the proof they wanted to let you get into that college (and you did not even really want to get into that college, did you?)...all your achievements, or lack thereof, laid bare, scrutinized...

Do you remember your first day?
Do you remember seeing so many new people...strange people, people who you thought you'd never be able to get along with. Do you remember noting down that first semester time table? Do you remember your very first lecture? Do you remember finding a familiar face in your class, perhaps someone you met during counselling, perhaps someone from your old school, perhaps your new roommate... You sat close to people you barely even recognized from the day before.

Do you remember that ugly, ugly teacher who took your first class?
'Aise teacher hain yahan?'
Do you remember hanging on to every word that ugly, ugly teacher said? It seemed important then.
Do you remember getting lost in the labyrinth of corridors, nervously asking people who you assumed were seniors (they looked happy!) for directions.
'First year?' they usually asked, an evil grin crossing their face. You nervously nodded, and went about your way.

Do you remember your first weekend? How perfectly wonderful it felt to not have classes! You hung out with your new friends, still trying to get to know them. You saw that pretty girl/cute boy from your class outside college for the first time, buying hot chocolate fudge from Sahni's.
Do you remember the first time a teacher scolded you in college? It was infuriating! You're in college! You're not supposed to be talked to like that anymore! Do you remember how naive you were?

Do you remember talking to your old school friends over the phone, sharing some of the same experiences elsewhere...do you remember telling them how you missed them, and wished you were still together? Do you remember that girl/guy you fell in love with in school, who you couldn't see anymore...do you perhaps remember how hard it was to be in a long-distance relationship for the first time?

Do you remember the cliques that started to form by the end of the first month? Those groups of five, maybe ten, sometimes fifteen twenty people that always, always hung out together. Do you remember your own group? Those same people you sat down with each day after classes, at Jaggi, or somewhere else...D block perhaps...oh, do you remember D block? Do you remember doing really stupid stuff with these people? Really stupid stuff...juvenile!

Do you remember your first mid-sems? Do you remember thinking, 'I'm definitely failing!' and then managing to scrape a passing grade somehow, although if you had these kind of marks in school, your parents would probably have disowned you? Do you remember finding out for the first time who was the guy/girl to get notes from for your end-sem? Bloody chussus...Do you remember when you used that term for the first time?

Do you remember your first Aranya?
Do you remember Jal? Do you remember thinking, 'this is the awesomest thing EVAR!'? Do you remember that that was the fest where you had the most fun ever (maybe simply because it was your first!) Do you even remember the number of photographs you took/were part of?

Do you remember your attendance almost never falling below 80% in any subject? Yes, you bunked classes, but even bunking one a day seemed like an adventure! Do you remember not worrying at all about your attendance?

Do you remember making the best friends of your lives? Your classmates, maybe your roommates, boys and girls who you spent all day with, who you cracked the stupidest jokes around... do you remember all the fun you had?
Do you remember the first time you visited 'the canal'? It was so absolutely thrilling! Do you remember the times you lied to your parents about where you were?

Do you remember your first CGPA? Some of you were horrified, like I was, some of you (bloody chussus) were not!

Do you remember going home for the winter, and then thinking you couldn't wait to get back! Do you remember feeling at home in that second semester? Do you remember hearing about the first few 'couples' in first year? Do you remember liking somebody yourself, and telling your friends about him/her, wondering if it would be wise to ask them out.

Do you remember Saturnalia?
Do you remember feeling for the first time, you should be careful about your attendance?

Do you remember thinking how it would be really sad when next year, you'd be split up from a lot of your friends, some of your best friends...do you remember thinking how unfair it all was?
Do you remember promising to stay in touch, when you left for the summer, and actually doing it? Do you remember promising to still meet everyday next semester, when you'd be in different classes?

Do you remember how, at the end of that first year, you realized that the last twelve months were the best, and definitely the most fun twelve months you've ever spent in your entire life?

I remember...

Graduating college in 4 years is like leaving a party at 10.30...