Am in Go Air flight G8/284 from Pune to Bangalore... I must say, and mean, Bengaluru... A good hour and a half to work on a blog post. Thanks to this blogger mobile app, blogging on the go is quite convenient... Am surprised I said that, coz the app has been around for quite some time, yet I've not been more regular on the blog... I guess laziness does have a degree, but convenience is not one of the parameters it depends on.
I realized just now that this blog completed 9 years recently. Although it has changed hosts from o3.indiatimes to livejournal to blogspot, sochvichaar has always been the same in nature and character, and grown in volume, although very slowly in the past few years. It has taught me how to put my thoughts together. It has even taught me how to think. But the kind of thinking I do here is of little consequence in the small part of the outside world where I am struggling to make a living. Where expressing thoughts is difficult, coz they are not really respected. But ironically, you are encouraged to think and blamed for not thinking. And when you think too much, you get a kick on your ass. Where there are good thoughts and bad thoughts. And where one is also not supposed to waste time thinking. And some people claim to know what anyone is thinking, and they also decide who is clueless... And they must be right, as a clueless man would also be clueless about his cluelessness... So someone who has clue should be trusted. It's crazy, I think.
But the beautiful thing about thoughts is that they are yours, your own. And it doesn't really matter whether the world cares about them or not, they are still your own, and they define you. Although it is indeed true that most of us want the section of the world that matters to approve our thoughts, just to feel normal, we still have our thinking and it makes us who we are. And thinking is what we do and what makes us do what we do... To say anyone is not thinking is to say he/she is not alive. "Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box... They tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe" - the Beatles wrote.
Too much turbulence... I went to pee thrice and was sent back on the first 2 occasions saying the seat-belt sign was on! In all this tension I missed the snacks. I had planned to eat samosas with coffee, get a receipt and put for reimbursement - official trip you see... But... Sad, this free meal wasn't mine... Don't want to call the girl back... I'm too shy to speak out of turn with an air-hostess! Let this plane land... Will definitely grab something at Bangalore airport...
Someone just figured out there was no big bang... That the universe was always there. Quite possible. Why should something have a beginning? Probably coz of this thing called time that has to be accounted for... Beginning and end are built into our existence, and being part of this framework, our thinking is bound and limited to what we can imagine. It works fine when we try to explain what we can see and feel. But for what's beyond, how should we go about? It doesn't feel to me like mathematics is the answer. It's something else.
Landed in Bangalore / Bengaluru. Bye for now.
