My Gedanken Experiment...
Was going through a friend's blog... She had written about losing a loved one. I wonder how I would react in such a situation. Is bearing the pain easier if we know the person as less as possible, be as emotionally detached from them as possible? I somehow have this sick feeling in my stomach that I'm gonna be in a highly misanthropic position if something like that happened to me.
The pain is exponentially proportional to the emotional bond shared. When you put too much emotion in something, you get much more pain. Is all this philosophy about "being-stronger-in-life-once-you-go-through-this-stuff" really true or just dog-crap? In order to avoid the pain, must I emotionally detach myself from the people I love the most. If I do that, will there be no sadness? And even there is no sadness or pain, will I have good memories to carry me through life? Can anyone even escape the infallibility and inevitability of this situation in one's own life?
What must one do?
Are there even any answers to these god-damned-fucking questions?
The heart is one hell-of-a-thingamajig... Can't live with it, can't live without. Some scars never go. Love bites. It really does. Oh yes, it really really does.
The pain is exponentially proportional to the emotional bond shared. When you put too much emotion in something, you get much more pain. Is all this philosophy about "being-stronger-in-life-once-you-go-through-this-stuff" really true or just dog-crap? In order to avoid the pain, must I emotionally detach myself from the people I love the most. If I do that, will there be no sadness? And even there is no sadness or pain, will I have good memories to carry me through life? Can anyone even escape the infallibility and inevitability of this situation in one's own life?
What must one do?
Are there even any answers to these god-damned-fucking questions?
The heart is one hell-of-a-thingamajig... Can't live with it, can't live without. Some scars never go. Love bites. It really does. Oh yes, it really really does.
23.07.2005
The 4th saturday of July. Very relaxing day. Fellow bloggers. Ultra-Major Downpours. Walking in ultra-major downpour to get particular brand of cigarettes. Disgruntled friend. Barista, hot coffee. Tavern, refreshingly chilled beer. Three enthusiastic smokers. One enthusiastic stopped-blogging-blogger with a major cold. One maha-enthu blogger cracking really idiotic PJ's... One very inaudible blogger. Jokes, dumb and dumber discussions. PJ blogger leaves due to silly reason (called I-need-to-get-home.) Biryaani, paan. Power of a Karizma coursing through my veins. One closed VCD parlour.
Stopped-blogging-blogger's home. Inaudible blogger loses way. Finally, everyone makes it safe and sound. One REALLY-REALLY-REEEALLLYYY PLUSH SOFA SET. MATRIX. Cigarette smoke, bowl of water as an Ashtray. Zabardast dialogues such as "What is this funda ya?" Admiration of Trinity's black spaghetti top and Morpheus's shades. End of Movie. Sleep. Wake up. Information broadcast that Rock-Guru dreamt of paying his tailor's dues. Head home. Coffee on the way.
Thanks for the good time, guys.
The thought that "I post for the heck of it just cos' I have a blog" now Rusts In Peace. Some substantial thoughts, feelings and memories included in this post. Truly substantial. I finally feel that I have finally done my blog some justice with this post... It had been quite some time since I was 'in form'. He he...
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