Pools of Sorrow, Waves of Joy

What's the point of Fiction? Nothing that a writer ever writes is real. It's always tainted. Tainted by facts, by perspective, by logic. It's never the truth. What's the point of writing lies? Of writing stories that represent what could've happened, what should've happened, what might have happened and never what really happened.


What is Real? Is this Real? Am I dreaming now or Am I dreaming when I sleep? What state of consciousness is real? Are we crazy or are the mentally retarded crazy? Is an Alzheimer patient's perspective real or is our perspective real? Are we real?


What is Love? Is there love? What is hate? Is hate real? Are we born to hate? Or are we born to love? Are emotions justified? Till what extent? What is reason? Is the world reasonable? Is life reasonable? Is there value in reason?


What is Moral? Is it your intuition or is it God's Commandments? Is it the Law? Are some things inherently moral? Are some things more moral than others? Is morality important? Is morality relevant? Is reason morality's enemy?


I don't know. Should I know? Can I know? Will I know? Am I too early to ask? Am I too late to find out? Am I destined to find out? Is there destiny? Is there fate? What is life? What life has meaning? Is meaning important?


I don't know.




Another post is due, that has been indefinitely postponed, till I find a few answers.


To That which is Real. And to All That which is Unreal. And to everything In Between,


Song : Dance Little Liar by The Arctic Monkeys.

The Big Red Button

It was right there. 5 feet away from her. The Big Crimson Button. She had finally found what mankind had been desiring for ages. More important than the Fountain of Youth, the Elixir of Life, Aladdin's Genie, Cibola and Alice's Wonderland. All her problems would be resolved, all she had to do was to press it. Millions of thoughts went through her head, her journey till now, why she had started off on this journey and how she had easily found it, while the others were still looking.

She thought of her life till now. About her lousy husband, her perpetually annoying children, her few friends, her lack of modernity, her old jewellery, her ugly lawn, her dented nose and so on. All of this would now change. She could have a better life. A new life.

Did she really want this, she thought. "But, even if it is worse, it can't be worse than this!" she heard her inner self say.

She pressed the Reboot Button.

And it started all over again. From the beginning.

A few years later :

It was right there. Some feet away from her. The Big Red Button. She had finally found what humans had been hunting for a few decades. More important than the Holy Grail, Treasure Island, Amber Room, Tutankhamen's Secret and The Gold Bug. All the problems she faced could now be solved, all she had to do was to press it. Lots of thoughts went through her head, her journey till now, why she had started off on this journey and how she had found it, while the others were still looking.

She thought of her life till now. About her lousy boyfriend, her perpetually antagonistic parents, her many friends, her choice of career, her car, her pet, her small breasts and so on. All of this would now change. She could have a better life. A new life.

Did she really want this, she thought. "But, even if it is worse, it can't be worse than this!" she heard her inner self say.

She pressed the Reboot Button.

And it started all over again. From the beginning.

A few years later :

It was right there. A little distance away, one she couldn't measure. The Big Button of some colour. She had finally found what people had been searching for a while. More important than the Elder Wand, Unicorns, Osama Bin Laden, Aliens and Kolaveri Di. All the problems others had created in her life could now be solved, all she had to do was to press it. A few thoughts went through her head, her journey till now, why she had started off on this journey and how she had finally found it, while the others were still lost, waiting for her guidance.

She thought of her life till now. About her lousy girlfriend, her dead parents, her frienemies, her job, her mobile phone, her nails, the excess baggage she carried with a life too meaningful and so on. All of this would now change. She could have a better life. A new life.

Did she really want this, she thought. "But, even if it is worse, it can't be worse than this!" she heard her inner self say.

She pressed the Reboot Button*

And it started all over again. From the beginning.

*Conditions Apply. You will have no memory of your past life, you will have no experiences to make your new life better than this one. And you might come here again. It's a risky job. We recommend you live this one through. That inner self you keep hearing, is the old wicked man in the background. He likes to fuck around with people's lives. No inner self talks like that. Most inner selves talk like this. direct and upfront. Can't help if you're too blind to see. I gave you eyes. 

-Love God.

Watch out for the Reboot Button. You don't know if you'll lead it any differently.

To Sleep. The One and Only Refuge from the Perceived Reality.

Song : I'm Looking Through You -- The Wallflowers