Another Mortal Life

Life has been good to me, lately. (And I have no 'but' or 'still' to add to this.). It taught me a few lessons, and how sweetly! I love it. Yet again.

One of the reasons I like blogger is that the smileys don't come alive on it. I would forever prefer a ':)' or a ':P' or a ':D' the way you see them here on blogger, and not the way wordpress or others display them. I find these more genuine/understanding/humorous/witty compared to the silly yellow-colored facial representations I see elsewhere. People are no cartoon characters, please. These yellow faces are also one of the reasons I dislike yahoo messenger.
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I still can't get myself to read Harry Potter. Earlier, the reason used to be to 'act' grown-up. Later on, though the contempt for it withered, the shear volume of those half a dozen books was too much for my meagre literary appetite. This time a humanities' course could've got me to sit through them, but I had to drop it for some unrelated reasons. To come across as someone who has not read any of the Potter series makes one hear some really interesting remarks. (Like a few I might find in the comments section of this post soon.).
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Could anybody tell me how to store those 'names' and 'faces' at a common place in mind so as to be able to access them together? I could never do that. And I'm damn sure I would disappoint all those uncles and aunts and their children I met recently after years, next time I see them. This is one reason meeting people scares me. There are times when I know I've seen a face a good number of times, and so I know asking who he/she is would be utterly disgusting. Avoiding it is even more frustrating. Once in a function, there was this aunt who asked me to send her husband where she was standing, and I sent her younger sister's husband instead! Now that was a sight! That was funny. For, that was childhood. Now it ain't neither.
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Directions elude me. No, I'm not talking about the Aim of Life and blah. The simple, two-dimensional world and its east and west are an alien territory for me. Even now, if I've to tell you the direction of my face, I will have to work it out from the fact that while walking out of the hostel gate, I walk north. Then I would have to think of how many right angles I come across from there to here. One day it struck me that men do better at things that involve 1-D and 3-D interpretation of space, while women are better at 2-D and 4-D. (I am looking forward to prove that somehow.) So women have an edge when it comes to furthering space-time research; while they can continue using perfumes for MEL110 classes.
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I remember myself as a man of uncontrolled anger, who used to burst out every now and then. And so it surprises me how calm and composed I have been with people for last 3-4 years, . Everyday around myself I find people psyched out at each other at absolutely nothing. I remember the old me and smile. But sometimes, I find myself at the receiving end of such angry reactions. The old me tends to lift his ugly head out, and I get angry on myself for getting angry. Repressing anger this way has only been detrimental. People tend to think they can get away with anything. So sometimes it's good to be bad. Trust me, people, I can be bad too.
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I made a few resolutions for the year 2008. They are already in tatters. Looking back, I find I could never stick to a resolution. Never ever. So, I resolve to never make a resolution again. Period.