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"God, in his elaborate game of dice, has given man the gift of reason, of choice of which he many have more than one.
But every man has but one destiny"

This man. He journeys from cradle to grave in pursuit of his destiny. Lucky are those who find it earlier than most. Lucky are those who don't.
The pursuit is a measure of the man's temperament. Adjectives range from laid-back to feverish to describe his quest to unravel his plan for him.

Life quite unlike in the movies, has a script of its own. Each mans life observed independently, each life stand-alone fits into a larger puzzle. A jigsaw that needs a macroscopic perspective. A perspective that you and me are far too insignificant to have.

Here is an analogy for the analogists, what if god is just a naughty kid out to have fun?
What if we are guinea pigs in his basement box?
What if we are running through life in much the same manner those rodents run on circular discs?
What if he is trying to understand us in much the same fashion that we are trying to understand him ?
Like how we are trying to 'know' him.

What if our god is answerable to his parents ?
What if he has his own god to pray to every Sunday ?

What if there is no god ?
Then again what if... there is ?

Would it change the ways of our lives ? Would we be any different?
Would you have hugged your parents today ?
Would i have scored more in CAT ?
Would the hungry in Sierra Leone be blessed with a meal tonight ?
The list is endless.
The answer is mostly no.

So where does this take our discussion. God is an idea.. a very comforting idea invented by Man. His invention became something that he could no longer take control of. Like in those creepy robot movies. His instrument became his destiny. God stood for everything good, noble and correct. Till divinity began to be indoctrinated into a charter to benefit a selfish few majority.
All things detrimental to intellectual progress and more importantly to their own branded ungodly.

There are questions that don't have answers. And then there are questions which are pursuits in themselves. A pursuit of destiny. The same one that took our man from cradle to his grave.

Many questions.. more doubts but there is one certainty.
Each man has but one destiny. It is the scale of his being that separates a saviour from a non entity.
A NEO from a MORPHEOUS.
The capacity to change the world lie in the corrugations of our palms.
Hence... you and not he who has the whole world in your hands.
make the most of it... while your still alive.

"For he can only show me the door. My faith must walk me through it "

Look around

Annual Prognosis

Syndrome : Annual progressive migraine

a.k.a : New year fever

Symptoms: drunk driving,rebound relationships, desperation to avoid being a stag, mistaking beer for water,mad rush for passes among others.

Congenial atmosphere :helter skelter. hype. loneliness. bad and loud music. alcohol. DUI. sneaking into and out of houses.

may also cause : police harassment, unplanned pregnancy, groping, molestation,serial puking, mugging and digging out phone numbers of girls/guys that you underwent therapy to forget.

New years.... its all hype no substance. My sweet Jesus... whatever happened to sitting at home and ushering in the new year with a quiet night out with family and close friends. why this animalistic devolution into a maniacal behavioral pattern.

How many times do you remember a refreshing cover story on the 1st Jan edition of your daily newspaper. Instead all you read about is the numbing gore that detail a car crash carrying teens and 20-somethings.

Or, just for variety; a story on the grizzly groping/molestation incident that is penned and presented with a titillating tone by the journo-junta just to sell some more copies.

Have we become so numb as individuals, as a society that we do nothing unless the victims come forward to register a complaint. What are we doing with the photographic evidence. Incubating them under our overweight-obese posteriors.

Id like to pass on a message to those courageous photographers who captured the incident.
Your mum just called...she said you left your balls at home.

I mean..common.. if you are a man worth your seminal vesicle then its your duty to obliterate or even attempt to do so, any guy who tries and gets fresh with a women under the pretext of alcohol.
Don't get me wrong, i am all in for partying and late nights. gals and guys alike. I'm a closet feminist so to speak. But what i have a needle with is the characterless display of carnal instincts that is unbecoming of a human society.
Mumbai has its balls wrapped up in its pastel panties. It is lubed up every New years day with the grease of bribe and power-display and meticulously and mechanically raped by its custodians.
I once did pride myself at the safe-quotient that this city used to display when it came to women. It was once a hard city. A hard city with a character.
It wasn't Delhi, where anything that moves can be potentially raped after nightfall. It wasn't Chennai, where girls date burly guys just to move around safely. It wasn't Bangalore. Don't even get me started about Bangalore. with a name like that... what do you expect ?

It was Mumbai ( Bombay...whatever gets you off! ). Now it isn't. Its just mumbai. A shadow of its old self.
It doesn't need a metro system. It doesn't need a mile high skyline. It doesn't need a fancy marathon.It doesn't need new roads. Hell... it doesn't need dug up ones either.

It needs human fabric. It needs its old self back. It needs to have a heart.
It needs a hero.
Look around.