Bloody Heaven

A nice, long break from the mundane eventualities of life is always welcome. Even though once upon a time this mundaneness was a dream; its becoming a reality makes everything else much more meaningful. The world seems to be moving on at a pace at which your footsteps aren't of much consequence.

It rains or the sun shines, people strike or go about their work...festival or regular-old-week-day...life is never at rest, click click click and another number dialed...click click click and yet another mail sent...click click click...voila! reporting the height of mundane!!!

It is inane, how things of significance start seeming like necessity if provided in abundance and how getting deprived of them can send one in bouts of melancholy...

Weeks ago, redundancy was a subject worth pondering...now it is nothing less than a fantasy...

What is still to unravel is... if "we look up" for happiness in the spreadsheet of our life, then how should the search field be defined and... how potent will the formula be if all the different files of our life are open from different sources?!!?

(GEEEEZZZZ!!! This is definitely NOT how I want my first book to read like one day!)

The sweetest of hell is the one that pays you to be part of it... and while everyone of us experience it at one point or the other, it can't be all for all of us.

Sometimes there is an escape route all figured out...sometimes you merely improvise ( like Captain Sparrow, if i might add)!

But hell catches up, all the same...