I was just reading the stuff I have written, and I realized that in a paragraph-‘x’ paragraphs before this one, I talk about how the whole world more or less falls into one category-‘ordinary’-and that it is so diffcult to be ‘different’. And then, soon after that paragraph, I talk about how I am amused by the fact that each person is soo ‘different’ from another-and I wonder how people could possibly be so distinct. He he...Am I contradicting myself? Or is it that I am talking about two distinct topics, and that they cannot be compared on the same plane?

It’s difficult for me to type or think anything when a song is playing...-kept in the dark- I cannot seem to be able to concentrate...–so many words for the broken heart- music can be such a great distraction...-your every wish will be done, they tell me- I cannot listen to a song and do something else simultaneously...for example, while I’m typing this, there’s just some sound in the background, and I’m thinking about what I am typing. And when I finish typing, I go back to the song, and start humming with it. When I start typing again, I don’t remember what song is playing at all. It’s like I’m going in and out of the song...very much similar to the zooming in and out of the eye, trying to focus on two things almost one behind the other, 10 feet from the eye. You can’t focus on both at the same time- you can actually feel your eye zooming in and out, keeping up with human will.

I read about a famous Pakistani fashion designer today...Apparently, he is educationally qualified to be an architect! Immediately I felt that this designer chap was a cheater to his community- like he had done something that he should’nt have. Then, right after that, I saw a possibility for me. I told myself, “Even I could do that...” Would I be a traitor too? Or is it just that when people finally find their passion, you should be supportive of their courage to switch careers...? Like Shankar Mahadevan. Software enginner at Wipro to music director in bollywood.

What is the plural of ‘genius’? :)

Earphones just DO NOT fit in my ears properly. The tiny speakers keep falling off- it’s quite a nuisance to use them. Apparently I don’t have a tiny lobe in my ear that is supposed to hold them up. And if I somehow manage to keep them in place, and listen to music with zero movement( quite a sight, that is, mind-), i cannot keep them on for more than an hour- it hurts. Each one of us has such unique problems :)

My mom keeps asking me to clean my room. Why do all mothers keep asking their children to clean their respective rooms? I don’t get it- it’s unmistakably universal. What are these children going to grow up and tell their children? Don’t tell me I’m going to grow up and tell my children to clean their rooms. Hehe.. Is it a cycle? Does everybody grow up to realize that rooms should be cleaned? :)