New Year Nuggets (of Wisdom?)

I'm no saint.. Truth be told, I wouldn't qualify for the back benches of a canonization classroom.. And this has been the case starting from the age of three when I threw my brother's toy jeep into the sewer outside to fifteen minutes ago when I filched a ten-rupee coin from a blind beggar's bowl (in my defence, it wasn't the money, I just have a magpie-like affinity for shiny objects).

My performance is abysmally dismal when it comes to handling (sob) stories involving love, tears and estranged relationships. And this is very thing that makes it unsuitable for my "handling". You see , 'Louwww' stories are for people who look good, exchange romantic text messages and have a colorful agenda on February the 14th (not to be confused with Friday the 13th). A guy like me, whose total duration of exposure to romance is just about equal to the time Rakhi Sawant spent in how-not-to-make-a-wanton-fool-of-oneself training, just can't relate to too much of love.

I mean, if Harrison Ford is made to sit through a screening of "Daaku Haseena" (Starring Banno Rani in a never-seen-before , and never-seen-after dynamite role) , or vice versa, if Sushma Swaraj is made to sit in the front row for a show of Forrest Gump, how can they relate to something they don't understand?

Since my phone's camera has gone bust, I've been thinking of getting myself a digital camera. Though an owner of a very unphotogenic personality myself (I have been advised to cover my face with a piece of cloth whenever I go out unless I want to scare kids), I think a camera is always a good investment . It helps build memories and prove to your grandkids that you were not born with wrinkles and a bent spine. Not that I intend to have grandkids, but still ;) Like Dummy says, we could always adopt :D

In the 28 years of my life, after having experienced whatever I have, from the pain of having managed to cut myself 8 times during a single shave session to the high of making it through a dance without tripping over my own feet, from the excitement of having given someone a blank call to the terror of her dad finding out my number and calling me back, I have realised a thing.. Life moves on.. Sometimes before we do.. That I'm traversing through the years, bungling my way through life, having set out with nothing and one day, ending it with nothing.. You do well, the echo of the deafening applause eventually dies down. Venomous comments lose their sting in a while. Pretty faces very often reveal an (f)ugly soul. Broken promises are more often the loftiness of our own expectations than someone else's failure.

Reality...the Bitch.. Note the capital B.. With all the gracefulness and subtlety of a wrecking ball, it slams into the walls of your head, leaving the things you once believed in, lying in smithereens around your feet. The high impenetrable walls you had built around your heart had their foundations in a swamp. Everything that you had convinced yourself against had confronted you. And the truth is that maybe you let it happen. That maybe you wanted it to happen.

Although we have a lot in common, good fences still make good neighbours.

Alright, I admit.This entire post is a series of non-sequiturs.

What kind of a justification is that? I don't know!! Before you tell me to buzz off, faster than Superman AND the speeding bullet, I'm gone!