I don’t know why I’m doing this. I’ve never liked the concept of letter writing. Whenever I had the choice to avoid it, I took it. The rules always seemed made up. Not one person has been able to offer me a justification as to why formal letters required an attempt at flattery. I thought language was invented to simplify communication; using unpopular words, exclusively for a certain class of people, seems illogical. I don’t know if there ever existed a governing body that determined the “official” pattern for written messages, but if it did, I’m glad to have seen this particular “art form” to its grave. Of course, my objection to written letters could’ve been partly influenced by my excitement for email.
I’ve never been one of those who set alarms for their mornings to come. I’ve noticed I sleep a greater duration when I force myself awake than when I wake naturally. For many months now, the candidate at the front end, of the queue of stimuli for this natural awakening, was the position of the sun relative to the horizontal. Let me translate that last one for the non-geek: ‘The sun wakes me up.’
I’m an engineer. I don’t know if I’m being honest to myself when I say that. All my life, I’ve believed that an engineer was someone who built things, after few long years of rigorous study. As it turns out, the part about building is inconsequential to the title. Still, I like to consider myself apart from the herd. I’m pretty sure I’ve already applied more of my knowledge, gained on record, than most of my colleagues.
Update: I no longer hold these views, but people change, and the only way to know if its for the better or worse is by having a reminder of the person you used to be.
I have been an atheist for the better part of my life. I started doubting everything at the age of six and I was pretty sure by my first holy communion – the make-believe ritual of eating an unleavened wafer masquerading as the literal body of the 2000 year old vampire Jesus Christ – that all this religious crap was utter poppycock. I’m, as of now, not confirmed as a Roman catholic, which is to say that the sacrament of confirmation eludes me.
Happiness is the only emotion without an equal or an anti-parallel.
For as long as humans have learnt to communicate, they’ve tried attributing the ‘one without an equal’ label to Love, but I just don’t see it, yet. To me, happiness is everything. Even love isn’t any good without happiness.