The more one knows, the more one yearns for, the more one is like 'oh my god, oh my god, this, that, whos doing this, whos doing that, this book, that place-' and more one tends to get pressurized and eventually one turns bitter, psyched and starts drifting.
These days it should be
-The point can be illustrated thusly - i would probably feel like the king of the world if i had no knowledge of this, this, this, this (and this) and all the various tidbits of info that endlessly rain down my laptop daily - constantly asking myself why i havent done this, been there, have this etc.
During his own quarter life crisis - My dad only read the day's newspaper at night after getting back from work, there was no TV until the 80s - and he confesses that the only exotic actresses he could ogle at were from Hindi cinemas - but his trips to theatres were so few and far between that he could never (till date) tell the difference between Zeenat Aman and Dimple kapadia - he thought they all probably looked a bit like my mother [ :) ] - when they had first met - when she was all of 20 years of age and he, a few years older.
Until the time like when i was born - he had been to madras a handful of times, to bombay even fewer times and isnt really sure if he ever had been to other places and he was like 6 years older than i am today - he says, 'tut - tut'ting all the time - that now, while i am all of 24 years of age, my first passport is out of pages, a few of the second one's are gone , that i whine like an old woman and that i have a 'haunted' look on my face - all because i worry / think / meddle in too many things.
Hes bloody right, i say.
I tried calling him an hour ago - my mom (aka zeenat) says he's asleep - while i fight off any sleep - worry about what to biography to start reading - Andy Grove's or Warren Buffett's, refresh inbox a few times per second, chatting with half-crazy latin americans on MSN and 'constantly spoil my eyes' as he wud say.
*Sigh*
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