Saturday, 20 April 2019

Cuckoos fifth

I am here at goodearth. Spent the last 3 days here. We just had the Loksabha elections which was a big deal as NaMo is all set for a second term and many people that I like and respect are really worried about this. But that’s now in the past and I have done all I can to uphold my beliefs... there’s only waiting left.

Spending time at goodearth is like all those things that you really anticipate doing but that when you actually do, it falls short of your expectations like eating cotton candy- all the pink cloudy fluff which turns to sticky miserable goo, or trying to sleep in a hammock with a book till within five minutes the ropes are digging into your shoulders and your neck at an odd angle begins to hurt...in short it’s just not worth it. What’s more Vasu and Urvi hate it.

I have had a good year work wise lots of work and lots of fun, been designing mostly houses for friends. Made enough money to feel good.
Urvi is 11 years old now she’s grown into a companion and a fun friend but  also reassuringly retains signs of childhood by pestering or throwing the occasional tantrum. Vasu has only got busier since my last post, the little black box is omnipresent. Thank god for my work which does not suck all my time out.
When I sit here and think of all the days ahead, think of my dad who now is 78 and wonder what he thinks of about his future, I feel depressed that life really is about spending time doing unimportant things or routine things and just existing till we die. No matter what we do, work,earn, marry, raise kids, build homes, go on vacations etc etc it’s all so stupid...millions have done the same things before us millions will after us.. I still have no t understood what the point of the whole thing is.
The only part of life that seems flawless is childhood when there is no expectations for the future and it’s only about the present. I am glad Urvi is a child and happy that she has many years of it still.

I think I have answered my own question and the depression is gone...and to some extent understand  the happiness the appa has... he is living in the present like a child.
Which in conclusion is what I shall do. The present demands that I sign off and go to bed as it’s pretty late ! Good night!