smit shah

Tommorow is a lovely word, semiotically speaking its laziness, oppurtunity, change, monotony and a million more things... but most of all this is its denotion of unsurity

The randomness, the high energetic 'unknown'ness of this word makes it beautiful. Its so random, we cant even say if it would exist or not. It defined the evolution process upto you and me. It will probably take evolution to a higher level or completely erase of evolution's existence by erasing of its own existence. It leads you and me (though we boast to lead it). It has the power to bring in an earthquake or volcano or a tornado, and we would look at it coming towards us, like we saw the tsunami approaching us... we will look at it with our mouths gasping open and it will gulp us down in a moment of time. The time that will stop forever for us.

And without realising this, we slit each others throats for a mere stand in the elections for a college or a country so that we can realise our self interests. We fight for what we call religion, a mere faith in what is unseen but exists only in the talks and manners of those around us.

But the Faith that there will be a Tomorrow, and the struggle and strife to make it better than Today, for a humanitarian cause or a personal cause is more beautiful than the randomness of Tomorrow. Because the former has the power of building emotions into us. The fright of survival, the satisfaction of achievement, the want of the unavailable, the fear of losing... surpasses all the wonders of a Random Tomorrow...

Perhaps youve seen it, but its worth checking out anyways...

i got hold of a beautiful poem by billy collins. we forget things in hope of knowing more. we forgot kargil. we forgot golden temple, amritsar. we forgot oil tankers breaking in the lovely ocean waters. we will forget the doctor students who have gone on a hunger strike.
i dont complain. they say its the way of life. ofcourse it is. nothing comes with a lifetime warranty, except for diamonds and free email companies who promise youll never loose your mail again.
but then why do we strive so much to be recognised. to locate yourself in the already existing. we are all going to be forgotten. bush will be forgotten. saddam will be forgotten. then why the constant stress to be known at all?

is 'to be remembered' the purpose of life on earth?