Friday, September 21, 2012

Mr. Wrong

Nothing happens!

No it is not that nothing happens but whatever happens it really does not matter - it does not make the next moment nor it changes any moment earlier to that event.

It is like pebble thrown into calm water - a drop in sound followed by few waves and then peace descends. Nothing changes - nothing not even me and that ever present witness!

That witness is just beyond the world, nothing can really happen if it is not there; but then all is coincidental. It never participates, it only sees, yet nothing can happen without its presence.

How odd?

If I believe, however there is no reason for any of my belief to be true, in cause and effect, nothing can really happen without a predecessor - then the ever present witness is cause or else all events are cause and the witness is their effect.

But who cares when all is what it is!

I am the great story teller, the greatest story maker, and the most extraordinary unparallel explainer of all events - I too fail to explain the relationship of world and events and this ever present witness.

I am totally irrelevant - ELLE BELLE - it does not matter what I think say or do. For all purpose - 'I am no more'. My life line tying me to the world has snapped - I am truly most random of all random variables without any distribution function and I am without any mass - no laws has any influence on me to chart my course! A dead grass has more substance than me.

I am free - absolutely free. What do I do with my freedom - enjoy or grieve?

He is Mr. Right. Mr. Right is always without saying thinking or doing and I am always wrong invariably without option despite my life time experience learning hard labor perseverance and exceptional intelligence.

I wish I am right at least once in my life time to break the monotony of being failure always!

What do I do now when I know that my interest is not protected ever and shall not be in time in the future either?

I am totally irrelevant.

Do I grieve or enjoy? I am very slow learner worse than Snail.

Mr. Right does not really get off my back. I grieve, he says it is right. I am happy, it says it all right.  I say I am irrelevant it say - yes you are right. I say I am most relevant and talking truth, he confirms as always.

When will I rid of him? He just looks on!

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