Reality hurts

NH-7.The milestone said as I watched the sky converge seamlessly into the misty hills flowing along the sidelines. The rain clouds gathered up ahead, seemingly burdened by their present lives, awaiting a long-sought transmigration. The first drops of rain made a safe-landing on my cheek. Tiny driblets dutifully guided by the monsoon breeze, blowing right across the wide window(less?)-spaces typical of the TNRDC buses, as if it were a prerogative. It was one of those 'Master-card' moments when imagination takes over the reins. An unwitting click on the Ipod and the music from the Koss headphones starts flooding my senses. Invariably, yet again, I begin to spawn my wonderland, in detail, with that special someone.
Saanson Ko Saanson Mein Dalne Do Zara
Bahon Mein Humko Pighalne Do Zara
Lamho Ki Guzarish Hai Yeh Paas Aa Jaaye
Hum… Hum Tum...Tumm...OUCHHH freaking **** of a bus-driver!!! An almost bloody nose, a ruined dream-sequence and a dented perspective (my new glasses :(..) - all these for the sake of maintaining a low mortality-rate of dogs on highways? Reality hurts, indeed!

Of fate, destiny and Carrot-halva


Often find it quite irking, or even blasphemous, when people take to endorsing fatalism, as an easy reprieve, to help themselves from being consumed by the spoils of their misgivings - despair, guilt and as a natural consequence, self-contempt. Destiny, more often than not, occurs to us as an afterthought - an excuse to disassociate our misled judgment from the wrong choices we crafted and the fatuous hopes we inadvertently harbored. And in the few occasions that we engage ourselves to swear by destiny before our actions, we unassumingly find ourselves only in submission to a bout of inconsequence at forging our dreams or, in most cases, mundane pragmatism.
Is fate the draconian entity that governs the course of our lives without any reference to our free will or is it merely a fabrication contrived by the imaginations of people unable to delineate the co-ordinates of their lives? Could it be the irresistible aroma of carrot-halva in the kitchen that has made me cut a long blog short or is it yet another vicious plot of destiny to have wrought on me such a fragile abstinence? I shudder to think :)!