5 things...

*sigh* I got "tagged". So here go 5 things you didn't know about me...

1. I can't cut vegetables to save my life. They come out all weirdly shaped.
2. I feel perpetually cold. Including in the summers with the fan on.
3. I don't like coffee. The smell itself makes me feel queasy.
4. I like to organize everything into labelled folders, be it my mail, bank papers or study material. Problem is, I'm too lazy to put them into their respective folders when i get them, so everything ends up messy anyhow.
5. All through my teens, it was completely instinctive for me to look at any vehicle on the roads and immediately add up its number to check if it was divisible by 3!!!

So there you go. You probably knew most of those. Ziggystrauss & Abhishek, I hereby "tag" you. Go on, what don't I know about you?!?

Epiphany - Part II

There are times, when you look around you and realize it's complete hypocrisy on your part to call yourself an idealist and wonder why things are the way they are, because the truth is, there's nothing you're doing to make things any better. Ranting about it on your blog doesn't really accomplish anything, now does it?

Today was one of those days for me. It wasn't some earth-shattering incident. It was a scene anyone on the roads of Delhi would have seen pretty much everyday of his or her life. Yet it suddenly drove home the fact that there is so much more misery in the world than I have ever experienced. And despite my opinions or cynicism or even ideas, there is nothing I have ever done in my entrie life that could possibly have helped to alleviate any of that misery. And that is what makes me a hypocrite.

There are also times, when no matter how much you love the people around you, you tend to wish they were a bit more on the same wavelength as you; that they would be a tad bit more accepting of the turmoil within you. I can almost predict what the comments for this entry are going to be like!

So yes, to answer a question asked in response to my previous post, it is one of those times.

Epiphany

I am an idiot.

I am incompetent and irresponsible.

I know nothing, I feel nothing, I deserve nothing.

I have no faith. In anything. Or anyone.

I'm clueless about my life.

I have no goals.

I don't see the point of anything.

I don't even know why I exist.