So, you THINK you like it! Do you KNOW that? you WISH!

Early morning 5:30 on a sunday might be the least expected time to blog. But when clarity appears suddenly in your mind, it knows no time zones. I actually might be dreaming now as I search for keys on the keyboard in a zero-watt-bulb lit room. Anyways I hope there is that keyhole through which I get to glance-in glance-out my dream world from reality.

So, you think you like something. I actually like Death By Chocolate (The Mr.Wonka Speciality from Corner House,Banglore) and I know that. Quite often in life, there are things which I wish I like. They are thought more by the 'wannabe' part of myself. For example, I wish I like the super-cool attitude with a 'hi-babe yo-dude' kinda culture.

Then there are things which I think I like. Most of my likings which I say out or which are known to my friends can be grouped into this category. My buddies think that I relish classical rock, enjoy watching movies, devouring lotsa sweets (not these days as I am on diet....trust me, i die-to-diet...its that difficult), like a certain kind of women. They have roots from the environmental in which I grew up, the kinda friends I hang out with and the idols I try to ape (I am proud of copying all those style-gurus as they are all a generation ahead).

Finally, there are things in this world I know I like. These are the few things that I found out give me true happiness. They could be as silly as closing my eyes when I savour a home-made sweet or whisling in a movie theatre when my fav actor comes on the screen.They could be as nostalgic as hearing David Gilmour strum his guitar for comfortably numb. A few of these things are borrowed from my previous list. These are developed more out my personal experience. Trying out things that I think I like and knowing if they give me happiness.The key thing here is trying. You tend to have some liking/disliking towards something. If you just trace back to its roots, it could be because of some very arbit & insignificant piece of moment.

The quicker you know the things you like, the faster you can reach the ultimate happiness. The key thing again is trying; read signals from life, act on it. You could be wrong. Its ok to fail. Atleast you tried to find your true calling. You gave the universe its fair chance to change your life. And trust me, it never fails. You may feel you are on the wrong track, you may think you are wasting your time now. See the big picture. When I take the first step out from my home towards MG road (which btw is on the west-side of CV Raman Nagar), I dont necessarily start going towards west.

All I am saying is in life what matters is the ride and not the destination. In a roller-coaster ride, it ain't fun if you are just waiting for trip to finish. Start knowing things which give you true happiness. You may have a few surprises in the list! And always give the all powerful universe its fair chance to change your life. You never know!

Break time

I cannot comprehend why people say they had a break-up. I think the break-up term applies only to the girl. For the guy it’s always break-down. He breaks down like a love-lost-devadas. Ever heard paaru (parvati, deva’s first love) drink herself to death. This is one of the times when the guy is the fool and girl is the smarter ass. Go back a few months and you’ll know.

It all starts with the eyes. He sees her and says “Woow.” She sees him and doesn’t say anything. Sub consciously her eyes send the physical characteristics of the guy to the processing unit. Brain does its 128-bit calculations of his facial symmetry – can I have kids with him; he passes the preliminary test of a potential mate’s fertility.

Kids?? I can still hear the echo of “Woow”.

And then they talk. He talks and and she listens. The multi-tasking women’s brain unknowingly assesses the man’s social behaviour, group dynamics – can he feed my family? stamped yes. She talks, the guy still “Woow”ing . Our “ potential mate” hasn’t crossed the stage-1 and is still awe-struck seeing her. Damn guys, low pass filters!

Proceed to stage-3, the smell and the feel of the woman intoxicates man to madness pushing him back to stage-0 “Can I take her to bed?—yes ”. Yes, you guessed it right, women does the pre-final evaluation of the mate’s fertility in the background as she gives those smiles. Both end up having amazing sex (or atleast get closer to that), but expectations out of that are entirely different.

Listing the reasons of break-up (or break-down incase of guys) is futile here. A week into break-up, women (damn women, high pass filters!) prepare their questionnaire of procreation (think Species1-2-3). They move-on. Two months into break-up, the guy still hopes that one fine morning he gets up and finds his ex beside him.

Actually, if left for himself he would continue thinking about the girl for decades. All the while breaking down, wasting time, not able to concentrate on work. Here comes the fool-proof solution to guys, find another girl! The getting over starts only when another girl comes into his life (sticky bit, haan!). And the time it takes to recover depends how many stages he passed from eyes, ears to touch. The higher the stage, exponentially longer it takes to recover. This comes naturally, epitomized in bollywood. The adaptable woman asks the few questions and who ever fit the bill is her mate. Poor guy on the other side has no questions and worse no memory of the woman’s history, willing to accept her when ever she comes back.

Disclaimer: None of the observations are inspired by real life incidents. Any resemblance to actual situations is purely coincidental.