Another one of those days when life just remains average. Everything is just 'O.K'. Nothing great, nothing exciting. reason to upload a throughly mundane blog of a thoroughly bored bachelor. But I still felt like hearing the clattering of the keyboard and the sentences appearing in neat arranged rows right in front of me. I had decided not to crib and try and find out the positive aspects of my "life and time" in mathura. But how long can someone keep looking for something that doesn't exist?!
There is no life in Mathura and the time spent over here can be summaried in one sentence. "It was boring." The only life that I have is that of a guy who works more than he needs to. There was a time when I used to tell people that I study for the want of something better to do. The statement remains the same, just substitute study with work. You have me again. I am slowly becoming the workaholic I didn't want to be.
Someone said , Life is beautiful. My answer, beauty lies in the eye of the beholder. And the beauty just doesn't seem to show up.


Rijula said...

what is not boring, and those that are not, how long do they stay 'not boring'?

its a loop of drudgery.

"tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow/creep in this petty pace/ from day to day/to the last syllable of recorded time."

life is not beautiful, because beauty is a notion of an infinitely gentle exotic thing.and whatever else life might, it certainly isnt either gentle or exotic. very far from that.

Arun Sethuraman said...


Seeds On The Rocks said...

real life's alwaz different 4m sweet dreams.
Sweet Dreams are Made of This

Once a dream
is dreamed,
one can fully deem
it as a dream.
But if you are asleep
and you're finished
counting sheep,
you cannot tell that it is fake
until, of course, you are

Robert Albert Frost