In No Hurry

I'm not a big fan of life moving real fast... of piling on the numbers [no I don't think the numbers matter,but I'm not looking to pile them on in a blur]. I don't like thinking of anything more than maybe a week in advance..sometimes if it's worth it.. like for the Oktober Fest? I can plan maybe twenty days in advance, but no more. The other day I read in the papers that Prodigy is coming to Bangalore, and found myself super excited, until I saw that their visit is scheduled for January next year. That sounds fun.. only.. it frightens me to think THAT far. So I don't like it.. all the hurrying.. hurrying for experiences.. hurrying for the same bus everyday, hurrying to class.. okay maybe that I miss, but you get the picture anyway?

As a child, I spent wayy to many nights wanting to grow up so I could move out.. well I'm grown up now and I don't think I could ever get myself to move out.. not anytime soon.. and later on..? See that's just the thing.. I don't know. I can't think, and I like it that way.

So I allow life, to be slow.. as slow as  she'd like to be. She can drag her ass all the way down till the end and I don't care if the end takes a century to get here.

Someone I know's started to read this book on spirits and souls and the seven realms of the other world... and they talk of how earth and life here is just a pit-stop.  It sounds gratifying that I will be avenged for all the evils done upon me. But see, I can't quite chew down or even close my nose and swallow the concept of this right here, this blog, my fingers, my thoughts, my green tea and all my passive smoking means nothing. It's not just a pit-stop for me. Not this me that's right here, on this planet, hating it, loving it and living with it. THIS is as real as it can get. My soul may have dropped right down to the darkest realm that is ironically called realm number ONE. But hey, that's how I see it.  My soul and I are quite happy without being hammered by karma and her little quirks.

One thing that all this soul stuff tells me though, is that there aint no such thing as destiny, thank you very much, and I wont say I told you so. And I've had the blessing of coming across quite a few *souls* who do believe, just like I do, that if there were a heaven, and pataal and whatchamacallit, then I'm already either doomed for the fiery underground or blessed with a *sinless* heart with a business class ticket and hot stewards to heaven. See it don't work that way.
Either way, I know there will be a day of reckoning with MYSELF at the end, and I prefer to reckon with myself on a regular basis. That way I can undo the wrongs and redo the rights and all of that. All this talk however, has left me wondering what in the world I had started off saying in the first place.

Maybe what I was and still am [ in what sadly seems like a struggle] trying to say is, that I'm in no hurry. Each awesome moment can take its time, so long as it promises to come... I can wait.. Life seems fine in its pace right now, with status updates, lots of staying out late, good food, great company... and though September seems to be taking her own sweet time getting done with... I'm alright with it, gives me that much more of a challenge, trying to make it a few days more with my very empty wallet. See that takes skill that needs mastering... The kind that I have championed over the last .. well.. since they day I could count money and decided I wanted a good piece of it!

I'll be damned if I ever find myself thinking of my POA for the next five years. ... I can plan out one thing though.. to maybe try and save at least a few hundreds next month. Until then, September can drag on.. and I'll keep counting the chiller!