Death is only the beginning (Lifted shamelessly from The Mummy)

I’m going to die.

I already told a room full of serious ,dedicated bloggers not to read my blog unless they were frustrated with life. So this is in keeping with the same genre. I’m not so dark and gloomy in real life. I laugh, work late hours for lack of any goal in life and spend money on all artificial things.

But seriously, I mean it. I’m going to die.

I’m Muslim okay. I don’t believe in suicide. And from what I can see, even I think you are going to die.

See this is how my brain is working. You are reading this because I posted it on Facebook or Twitter. So you are most likely my friend who I threatened into giving a very positive feedback on my writing.And if you are my friend , then you would have to be in the range of  2 metres to 350 km distance from me (Bangalore and Chennai distance). The remaining few that I would have missed out on are too busy putting up pretty pics of their foreign universities on facebook.

2012

Nilam was one tiny-meeny-winy cyclone compared to Sandy ,yet it caused everything to come to a standstill. Chennai was drowning and Bangalore was getting its share of rain.Must have been the puniyam(rewards) of sharing the Kaveri.(sensitive topic) That really got me thinking.

Imagine you knew you were going to die on say Dec 21^st 2012. By the way, I will be precariously placed on the upper berth of a Chennai-bound train at that particular time. So that ain’t happening.

Imagine you knew you were really going to die. Would you be doing what you are doing right now?

Would you be at home scrubbing the dishes to make way for tomorrow’s breakfast.

Would you be at work putting in those extra hours to get a pay raise next year.

Would you be rolling in bed all day long, watching Formula One.

Would you be yelling at your mom that she never understands you.

Wow did I just say that.I think I ‘ve been watching too much of these Hindi serials that I just used the Mere 

paas Maa hai twist here.

So this is what I decided to do.

1. Move into a new house. One matchbox of a room is not what I bargained for when I came to a new city.
2. Write shit like this every day. Confine the majority of the shit as Drafts so that they never see the light of Day.
3. Start writing a novel.

What are your threes before the world ends?*
                                                                                                      *Not being pessimistic but its gotta end when its gotta end