clueless......I think

The joy of giving is something you will never understand until you actually give something. And by giving i don't mean when someone has to play tug of war to get it from you. Or when you give because someone wants you to. For instance, i was walking down khader nawaz khan road one sunny afternoon, and I'd bought myself a delicious iced tea from basrista. I was sipping at it and crossing esprit when this guy who was pushing this huge ass cart, asked me for my iced tea. I looked at him for 2 seconds, at his sweaty and tired face, gave him the cup and walked away. I thought I'll feel good about it. I didn't. That was confusing. After i thought about it for a while I realized, I actually didn't want to give it to him. Probably because i paid some hard earned money for it. Or because it was a very hot day and i was pretty tired myself. Whatever the case, I did not feel the 'joy of giving'. I was pretty bummed. I gave away passion fruit iced tea AND did not feel good about it. What the hell! The very next day i went to Express Avenue (by this I have established that i live in Chennai and am a shopaholic beyond help) and i was waiting behind his big group of people for the escalator. I peeped in front and saw this tiny girl (please note: tinier than me) shivering and almost in tears. She was afraid to step on the escalator. I just pushed ahead of the crowd, held on to her hand, asked her to look at my feet and keep pace with it. And we were both on the escalator. And she was grinning at me the whole way. And she thanked me profusely and went the other way. Now i helped her out so that i can be on my way faster. Nothing self-less about that. But for some reason it felt good.

(this is when I blink for a while, wondering what the point of this story was)

Okay now i'm even more confused. So what does a person have to do to experience the 'joy of giving'? Be self-less and give away yummy iced tea or help out a kid so that you can be on your way?

The Objective

I write for a living (I think). And i get this feeling. ‘I am so bad at this! How could i possibly do this for a Living!?’ And then I read a note today that made so much sense that i felt better instantly. It said that we all do something for a living. If that something has something to do with the creative field, then you are going to think, ‘Man i suck at this.’ And most people don’t know this, but even the greatest people in the world start of that way. So what makes them great at what they do? Practice. They do, whatever they do, over and over again, till they get better at it. Such a simple philosophy.

So whenever you feel like you should be the last person in the world to this job, think again. You are just preparing yourself to be the best at what you do. And that inspires me. It inspires me to push myself a little further everyday.

Have you had a donut today? You should. A double chocolate and strawberry. Or a plain one with blueberry filling. Because, as they melt in your mouth, you will probably have a realisation about the world, or your life or your future. But if you don't, you can still be happy that you ate a delicious donut.

Delirious about Draper

What is it about the 'bad boy' that is so appealing? Donald Draper from Mad Men is a psychopath.And a cheating bastard. And a chauvinistic pig. But he is an exceptional ad man, proven by the carousel. Mindblowing it was. Is that why everybody likes him? Because he is good at what he does and is exceptionally handsome? That must be it. The good-looking people get away with murder, literally! Add a gift of the gab to those good looks and you have a gold mine. Ah well, i cant really complain. I love him. Just don't know why.

Wow.

Anger, frustration, fear, more anger, head-aches, numbness and helplessness. All this doing a job you love. I don't even want to think about a job you'd hate.