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This blog is not linked from elsewhere on the site. This is a personal diary, where I will write things I wouldnt usually want to tell others. Based on introspection, they are a result of my struggle to cope up with my huge internal problems. For my worldly picture, look at my website and/or my thought blog and/or my commune blog.

Sunday, August 15, 2004

a kind of life

People have so many friends. I dont.

People are so happy. I am not. I havent been able to make myself happy even when there are no external bad circumstances. This is a very fundamental thing that I am failing in - just keeping myself happy.

I know many people. But not all of them are very cheerful about talking to me. Or wanting to talk to me.

I lack the cultural background. Every person has a fixed way of life that they seek - mostly derived from their parents ways of life, which are, in some cases, culturally derived from within the cultural group.

They know what kind of life they want. There are particular ways of seeking happiness in each of them... Each of them likes the type of life they are seeking. They want a life with some particular ways of doing things - like for example, when somebody comes from India, somebody else must go and pick him up from the airport and give him food. This is a choice for a particular way of doing things. My brother and bhabhi I am living with, came down from India, and I did not clean the house, did not prepare food for them. I realized this when I had got them from the airport to the house. It is the way the society works. If I had done them, they would have felt happy, they would have felt welcomed. Instead the house was in a messy state, I didnt prepare food for them, some of their friends brought it in.

I dont kwow what kind of life I want.

I have analysed things so much that I have forgotten what I want.

I am in so much of a absent-minded state, that I forget the present, but probably it is because I am sad? No might not be. Since I was absent-minded when I was not sad too. Because of absent-mindedness I miss a lot of life. In the present, I am thinkign about the past and the future. Past never comes back, and when future comes, I am again thinking of past and future. So I end up having experienced nothing.

GAURANG, BE PRESENT-MINDED. PLEASE.

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