And I am back, the same day!!

Hardly a couple of hours since I criticized blogging, and I find myself obsessing about it. So perhaps I was wrong about blogging. Or I now see it with a new perspective.

So at the end of a two months long hiatus from college, I feel like a new person. Retrospectively, these holidays have perhaps been the best. With ample time on hand, I contemplated long and hard. Quite contrary to what I felt during my sabbatical, I have started to look at life more optimistically. Maybe it is the excitement of returning back to my books, which is the only passion I hold. Nevertheless, I have discovered a whole new side to life, and to myself. I have become even more convicted about things I already strongly believed in, it has made me see that I am moving in the right direction, that the idiosyncracy I have embraced is my true destination. The more I build on it, the more attractive it becomes to me. One thing I have resolved to achieve is to break the monotony I have grown up in. In the twenty years I have lived, the last two have been eye opening. I have realized not only the importance of knowledge, but its perreniality. I consider myself to be truly lucky to have been able to break away from Science. Being from a family of Doctors, and a pure Science background, it was a blessing for me to have been introduced to Philosophy. I am also very grateful that I had to 'settle' for B.A. Program. Had it not been so, I would not have been exposed to Philosophy, and hence I would never have seen the enormity of life.

We get so caught up in the ways of the world that we forget that all of us are individuals. Rules, norms, conventions, all disregard the capacity of an individual. Life is so short and there is so much to do. By the time we realise that we are our own dictators, it is often too late. The moment a child is born, he/she is bombarded with conventions. One is taught to practice one or another religion, get an education, get married, procreate. These are the only apparent reasons of one's existence. And one often unquiestioningly accepts everything. I don't understand the need to believe in a God, or a religion, if people are killing in the name of it. I don't understand the necessity of procuring a 100 in Math if one is a football champion. I don't understand the need of having children if one is incapable of giving them the kind of love and nurturance they need... and I don't understand why one denies that he/she is unable to do so. If my child goes astray because I never had the qualities of a good mother, will religion take the blame for claiming that a woman is not a woman till she is a mother? Or will society come and help me rehabilitate my child? So what if I am a better professional than a mother? Is it a crime? All these preconcieved notions, however they emerged, are so deeply engraved in our minds that we begin to believe that they are ours. It is evident from the fact that family members think alike. It could be genetic, but in more likelihood, it is psychological. Perhaps it is the ease of not questioning the long held beliefs. With ever increasing materialism, and hence so much pressure to become something, one is often left drained of all energies to even think about the boredom. It is really sad where the world is going...