Routines are made to be broken. I was in a peculiar routine these days: guests, shopping, visiting, again shopping... Now that I've my 'batchelor pad' to myself, I'm surprised by the amnt of time I get to spend on myself!
What would a dormant soul like mine ( not 'like me' ) do when he gets all this time- just like Forrest Gump, I decided to do something perpetually, day after day, night after night- sleep :)
Just like Gump, I saw the triumph of innocence over a world of challenges and pain. For days, I forgot the anger around me- the establishment/Busth, conservatives/O'Reilly, religious zealots/Narendra Modi, Jews/Sharon; anyone who wants to force me to confront the ugliness and pain in the world. I don't see in Gump a metally challenged person blind to the world around him and the significance of his actions- I see reflection of fleeting moments I myself feel, but fail to capture; when I resign to accept the status-quo( I hope i spelled it right ). those moments when we realize how inconsequential we are towards releaving the pain, those moments when we just want to digress. I was passive digressive.
Now I need to break this routine and haul myself to the library.