An ode to nothing..

It has been ages since I last blogged. Where is the time, or so goes the old cliche, for all the little joys of life. Writing anything which is not a case study for the matter. Ok, blasphemy, thou shalt not bulshit technical jargon in thy sacred space, so let me drop all terms unenduringly academic.

Today I reread for the nth time Steve Jobs' masterpiece speech at Stanford, the classic Stay Hungry Stay Foolish . And like always it stirred my innards like little else. And I wondered where it was all gone, the little things that matter much (funny, that was the remark in my school diary, where a teacher ticked a student off for misbehaving). Jobs says live every day as if it were last, and because death is so profound a thing, all things trivial and superfluous fall flat at the face of it. Ok, point taken, Here's what i would not do if I lived the day as if it were my last: everything! Its amazing how intensely we do what we detest and how jovially and carelessly we did all the things that meant the world to us. Here's an ode to all the nothing my life is composed of..

All the nothing I want to do with myself.(Remembering a Calvinesque statement here: There's never enough time to do all the nothing you want to).

Taking a walk down watching the sunset at Shiroda.

Reading an amazing book. (I last read Harry Potter's end saga and a small Khalil Gibran text 3 months ago, this from a person who gorged on books).

Listening to music like it were liberating and sip coffee endlessly (Not the monkey p*** they serve here that passes off for coffee, but that from Coorg or Hornadu)

Watch Roberto Benigni take his last march in Life is Beautiful or Rajesh Khanna's ending speech in Anand and cry like a baby (I am a hopeless romantic).

Read anything remotely Ayn Rand and feel glad you are alive.

The taste of Death by chocolate from Sweet Chariot or a Choco mint chip from Corner House on a foggy evening at Brigade Road.

The couch in my living room where I lie like a doormat, unmoving when I go home and hibernate.

Calvin and Hobbes, my entire collection.

All night conversations with a certain someone I'd like to call my default punchbag in my lowest phase in life (when You read this you'll know).

Amen to all the nothing that makes everything else worth living. :)