Being Mahul Bhattacharya
In a now famous speech at Stanford graduation, Steve Jobs once talked about a piece on death. It said, "If you live each day as if it were your last, some day, you will certainly be right".
I'm not really open to the idea of dying anytime in near future, but a bit of introspection always helps. If I were to die tonight, could I look back and believe that there's nothing with my life that I would wish to change? That, I believe, is important.
It's hardly plausible that anyone would want to play Mahul Bhattacharya. So this is not a guide to being me. Rather, its an endeavor to find out what I am and what I am not.
I'm not really open to the idea of dying anytime in near future, but a bit of introspection always helps. If I were to die tonight, could I look back and believe that there's nothing with my life that I would wish to change? That, I believe, is important.
It's hardly plausible that anyone would want to play Mahul Bhattacharya. So this is not a guide to being me. Rather, its an endeavor to find out what I am and what I am not.
So being me means:
- Daydreaming: Forms a very important part of my life. This is what I do when I have nothing else to do. Which incidentally is almost always the case. From winning the Nobel and Booker to rocking on stage in orange shirt and silver pants :D. From playing superhero to cricketing hero. Lamborghinis and Porsches and Hayabusas. And obviously, lots of hot gals fighting to win me over.Not all dreams are that rosy though. When I'm disturbed, the dreams get all dark and murky. I land up in jail and get bashed up on the streets. I flunk exams and get thrown out of college. In short, you name it, I've dreamt it.
- Profiling: That's another thing I keep doing. Profiling people and situations. In short figuring out how the world would react to stimulus. Most of it always turns out to be wrong. The rest never happens *wink*. Once in a blue moon, I get something right. And that gives me the incentive to carry on with this mindless monologue. But yes, it does help in understanding how people react to situations. And that, I like to believe, helps me react better.
- You will have to eat lots, digest that properly and still keep looking like a stick.
- Late to bed and late to rise. And keep promising yourself everyday that you will end the cycle.
- Procrastination: Somehow I can't seem grow out of my affinity for the Indian Railways schedule. And tell you what, when it comes to not being on time, I beat them by miles.
Being me also means you can say good bye to:
- Ladies man: Not extra caring and extra generous with the fairer sex. Another reason why gals find me obtuse.
- Spoilt brats: We keep a safe distance. Dunno why. But expect no special attention from me just because you were born filthy rich. If you have substance in you but aren't worth a penny, you would still have all my respect.
- Fashion: Not really my cup of tea.
- Anything addictive: However hard I try, they refuse to climb down my food pipe. Tea, coffee, smoke, booze whatever.
This list is no where near exhaustive. Whatever I write, there would still be more to me. That's why I am a human after all.
And yes, Instruo pictures won't be coming. Why? Because I found that I am missing from most of them.
And yes, Instruo pictures won't be coming. Why? Because I found that I am missing from most of them.
3 comments:
ROFL!!! literally..
i need nnot say anything else..
If this guy isn't a ladies man, then I'd have to say that ppl like us must go and settle in places far removed from the opposite sex to restrain the regret of desiring smthn unattainable. Considering his various charms and flairs, it would be really suffice to say that he is THE guy girls look up to for finding solutions to their various musings. This claim has an example, but I wont be able to disclose it to protect certain identities.
Just a simple request, let the truth out in your blog .. don't make it a flagship of ur stubborn modesty
hi!you are a person with a different texture of nature...but is the description about yourself still complete?
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