Blessings and Mistakes

Some recent turn of events have got me thinking how just one difference in perspective can change a blessing into a mistake. One will never know the reality, the truth.. The right. Future is just a reflection of each decision we take after all. There probably is no Divine or Destiny.. Only our choices shaping up the future. 

Now I know why life seems difficult to me. I hate making choices. I hate making decisions. Hell, I'd trade my life with that pampered pet dog. 

I keep wondering that someone forgot to teach me the concept of Future. And I, with my art of dumbness, even managed to forget the way to live in the present. 

Anyways, not digressing, this post is about choices and future. Nobody knows what's in the future. Then how does one make a decision, if not by assuming that future will have something wishful...? It's all so confusing for me. 

I just hope I made the right decision. I'll still never know what exactly I expected from the future. But I hope m doing the right thing, right now. Which is truthful. 

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The day I learnt of time and tolerance

This post is actually the result of one bad experience I had today. This dude (public servant) who ridiculed the fuck out of me by not letting us travel without a PRINTOUT of the ticket that we advance booked online.

I do apologize for having wasted the time of all the passengers in that half an hour long argument. But Hey!! Fellow citizens!!! Did you not ever watch the news about crimes/offenses that were done/made in public.. And did you not wonder why the "public" was just sitting back and enjoying the show and not help?!?!

While I'm figuring out ways of having that goggled conductor of Shivneri-Mumbai-Pune fired or beaten up (or atleast his fake Ray-ban's smashed), I do also feel apologetic for not bothering about the ticket.. No.. Wait.. The printout; and many other things actually. 

We waited at the bus stop for next four hours, expecting the whole MSRTC team to help, which, by the way, they did keep promising of - over the twenty-hundred phone calls I made to the control room. 

And. So. Those four hours put me through the many realizations that I went through/never wanted.

1. Even though I love wasting time, it just seems too precious, when one ashole makes me do it.

2. My Mom loves me ridiculously.

She kept kissing me.. Saving me from the sun with her dupapatta.. Asked me to go ahead and carry on with my coffee plans.. Along with all the constant life-hack tips that she'd think she was giving me.

3. I would have put up a better-sleeker fight if I were a bit righteous myself. 

All those who are a part of the "bechara public" is "bechara" cause deep down they know that they are not as righteous as they know they can be. 

4. I can not completely rely on the system. 

In a developing nation, everyone is and should be an opportunist. To keep your life safe and decent, you have to match up to the fierceness. 

Okay.. Four is enough. M done rationalizing. 

End of the day realization : consumer court/compliant redressal etc etc. googled everything only to find fucking forums where you just talk-talk. Will grind a little more on this in the morning. 

Till then.. That's all, folks! :-S