As confusing as it might be,
the title is the only thing of this blog which will not be tangential to my
point. I don’t know why I’m writing this, I don’t know why you’re reading this,
I don’t know why this coffee isn’t relieving me from the clutches of sleepiness,
I don’t know why they made “The Xpose”, I don’t know why you’re still reading
this, and I definitely don’t know why this sentence is not ending. With one
magnum opus of a sentence ending, let us move towards some more.
Simply putting forth the
context, I’d say that ‘an empty mind is the residential address of a devil’ (two
inappropriate examples here would be 10 Janpath). With nothing significant
occupying my mind *post office hours* these days, I was inclined to write
something for my dormant-personified blog. Par
jab dimaag hi khaali hai, to gh**ta content milega linkhne ko. So I thought,
why not take some random thoughts, add flavours of ‘attempted’ sarcasm and
prepare khichdi enough to lure many minds
and feed none.
Okay so here we go. For the
past some time, I have been introspecting a lot…where am I today, where do I want
to go, how do I reach there and such visionary/missionary stuff. In the end, I realized
that ultimately what I actually want to do is what I should actually be doing
and striving to do, but that thing which I actually want to do is actually not
yet known to me. I tried to recall. O ya! While at B-school, I did make a million-dollar
B-plan in an elective. “Entrepreneurship” as they call it (by ‘they’ I mean those
who can pronounce it correctly, rest just call it enter-prerna-ship). Or I could
just do what most of my contemporaries are doing. Ya, that seems convenient. So
I started listing down my interests. I am decently good at making dirty jokes,
which is indecent in itself. I can do gymming (here’s where I burst into
laughter). I could go out and have some affairs (here’s where I burst into
tears). I can daydream about stuff all the time (which others take as an excuse
for laziness). After undergoing such revolutionary brainstorming for hours all
by myself, I could only conclude one thing, actually two. First, “it depends”
on a lot of things, as if it were a complex multi-variable mathematical function.
And two, I was nauseating of shit overload. I thought, yaar life me na kuchh to original karna chahiye, something new and
unique. So I shoved my earphones
(into my ears of course, 1 in each) and played music with a strong desire to get
motivated and generate new ideas. First song, Pritam…second, Anu Malik. Sigh. I
went to sleep.
Now that this whole exercise
turned out to be a waste of time, I decided to do something else. And BAM! Writing
came to my mind. Angreji to decent hai
meri…blog bhi ghar ka hi hai. Chalo kuchh likhte hain! By now, you might
have realized that even this wasn’t a good idea (if not, you probably have an
emptier mind). I’d probably do better making a PPT on this which would be equally
loaded (with empty barrels). Yes, that’s what I can do! I’m an MBA, that’s what
MBAs do – bluff the other person into something using fancy representation and
big promises. Pretty much what sadhus and religious leaders do, I guess.
Phew! Now that I finally feel
I have done enough justice to the title, I will get back to my day. Will be
back soon.
P.S.: There’s another term
for this tangential crap – Faff.
P.P.S.: “And this is how,
kids, I became a marketer.”
