I finally came upon more than just my name....its an inevitability for someone ready to play by the rules. You go along with the system (quite wilfully at that), at the same time exalting rebellion, both in a way, stemming from a drive to self aggrandise. "What am I here for," one of those seekers of the ultimate, just sticks around neglected.

There's a certain numbing quality to inanities...self indulgent, not discordant at all...almost like plopping onto a huge bean bag. Its just a whole lotta morning sun on your back...how did we get this far fussing over almost everything? I trace it back to inanities, and more inanities and the utter senselessness brought on by words falling all over like drunk lil buggers--extremely interesting, honest and spontaneous.
Coz u try and u try to answer timebound questions, fetch urself a neat answer that makes you fell great about yourself, and its too late...you've taken yourself way too seriously. and what for...another exacting question you dont intend to answer but without answering which you go under.
And as it goes, you see, the imposed question is the threat...it sets something ticking. But, if you let it countdown to zero, you'd wince and it would be like one of those hindi movies where the guy whirls that one bullet in a case meant for six , and it just goes "click". Whats the worst case scenario.
Bite the inane, it cud be anything...everything you never asked for but so wanted.