The Stuffed Bot

Your Hopes. When I was younger, I had a hard time pretending not to care. (Now I really don’t care, until I do.) There was a counselling session I attended during my IIT-JEE coaching classes, two years ago. I didn't really care much at that time. For the other students, it was a matter of do or die. For me, truth be told, it was a matter of do or do something else. Anyway, the session was progressing well when the counsellor, a narcissistic old man, asked me “Where do you see yourself six years from now?” I reflected on the advice of the seniors and told the truth. I don’t see myself at all. That would be scary. The old man could not let go of the question. He asked again, “You must have made some plans – what happens six years from this moment?” Even I couldn't make any sense at that time, about what I said. It was a subconscious response. But looking back, I wonder what if I asked him back, “Sir, where do you see yourself 50 years from now?” Alright, your turn now. W

There are two kinds of real people in this world- Those who burn the world, and those who enjoy the show with popcorn. Because you see? There’s no roadmap. No one wants your proof. If you were a smart kid, you would probably have killed yourself long ago. But you’re clearly not. Somebody’s gotta help you ‘there’. Not me. But the one who is destined to do the job. What are we in this real world? Who we think we are depends on who people we know think who we are. But to explore oneself as one true being is an exercise in vanity. Deep down we know we are nothing. Philosophically speaking, we are just some poor little things that run between the maternity ward and the crematorium. And that’s it darling. That’s what life is. Actually, you know what? You’re that woooshhh sound that nobody heard in the crowd. Let me at least attempt to make you understand the philosophy of life to you in Layman’s terms; because you are a true layman. You deal in hopes and dreams.