Musings

It's been an unusually morose month or so. Call it the onset of quarter-life crisis, or just the fact that a new dream is clipped every few days (just the other day I realised that I can no longer be a sportsperson), it's a very dark phase of life. I've been contemplating changes in my career, escape and a number of thoughts one usually harbours when at the nadir of one's moods.

I haven't had access to the blog because of an HP dealer who has pretty much stolen my laptop. He was supposed to pay me a paltry sum for it and give me my data back. I haven't yet gotten any of those, so most of the blogging time is spent in cutting aliens down to size in Halo 3.

I have a strange prescience about things, and I feel that right now I'm going through one of those phases where I get depressed before something bad happens. I suppose we are all connected to the universe in some way and once in a way, we get some information arbitrarily and since our conscious mind can't interpret it, we translate it as incomprehensible and blame it on something more tangible. Or maybe it's just hindsight bias. I feel like some sort of guru right now, enlightened and completely at peace. Humor eludes me, but I think of the Scottish castle and pristine fields of my dreams that make me feel very happy.

Meanwhile, the foreboding feeling grows.