Makeshift Life Syndrome: Living, only half-satisfied by the so called current and temporary compromises and measures, while seeking, dreaming and hungering of a more permanent one.
Closely related to the ‘Life is elsewhere’ syndrome, which occurs due to either lack of maturity or lack of life experience, or even inherent laziness, as opposed to ‘Makeshift Living’ syndrome which comes later in life, and causes more of frustration, discontentment and a constant fog of melancholy.
There might come a time people might freeze when their search results don’t give concrete results.
Google might be sued someday for “Google induced inaction”
Google will have to have a disclaimer that their search results are not absolute until they reach godhood, which is any day now, they might add, as per their calculations.
Many years after our marriage, both my father and my father in law realized that they had spent many years of their childhood living a only few houses away from each others families, and that there is a great possibility that our grandparents knew each other very well.
My father in law’s family subsequently moved away and lost all contact with my father’s, and eventually forgotten about them.
With the deaths of both our(wife and mine) grandparents, there was no one left to re-remember the old ties and friendships that bound the two families, only to be rekindled with a chance memory six years after our marriage.
Its funny because one of the reasons I married my wife was she was a completely new person in my life, and that I had to be the one to find her myself.
I had wanted to marry as far as possible from all the people I knew-and my wife’s only connection to me was that her cousin and I went to school until 4th grade.
Six years is a wonderfully long time-long enough for me to disregard the fact that was not successful in finding the wife I thought I wanted, a wife from a place far away, where I had no ties before, and everything was new.
I gladly welcome these happy coincidences because instead of getting the wife I wanted I got the wife I needed.
P.s.Happy Coincidences sometimes make me almost believe in destiny.
You get what you deserve.
Optimists view this statement as a Carte Blanche promise of a better tomorrow.
Pessimists view this statement in terms of the past, with sadness and unjust indignation.
The depressed think the statement has a hidden but diametrically opposite meaning , which goes: “You deserve what you got ”
The realists think about the statement, and come to the conclusion that the evidence (or anecdata) does not support the hypothesis.
Reality happens too slow or too fast. Fiction on the other hand happens at just the right pace.
‘Life is elsewhere’ syndrome
The feeling that, the life you’re living right now doesn’t really matter because ‘real life’ as you vaguely picture it in your mind hasn’t begun yet, and so everything you do right now is of no consequence.
Some men get brave
for the bragging rights
and some due to lonely nights
Some are born,
Some are duty-bound
And some are torn
And some are lost and found
In between what’s right and wrong
Modern world has started to move too fast, changing directions too often, and it is difficult to keep up.
Or, it could be true that I’m getting slower, straighter and apathetic to keeping up.
What was wrong yesterday is right today, left tomorrow, forgotten after a week and rediscovered in a month.
Up is down, white is black, silence is deafening and no one can hear the noises in your head.
Or, it could be true that I’m getting closer to death everyday, and there are more important things to do in life.
So I have developed a deafness to new sounds, and blindness to new sights both of which can be cured at any time and usually is.
I look at things after the hype has died and after the thrill is gone.
I take pride in keeping just behind the times, and not worrying about missing out.
You can never miss anything that you’ve never found, and since our lives are finite and all our possibilities are invisible apart from the one that we’ve taken, I’m going to be ok with it.
Working with different nationalities speaking different tongues natively but bound by law (and convenience) to speak English, is quite a challenge.
But here are a few pointers to make things easier:
1. Short sentences are easier to translate in the listener’s head.
2. Terminologies you thought was common usage do not transcend cultures, nationalities or generations.
3. Speak slowly. You might think you come off as dimwitted, but trust me, the listener will appreciate you giving them the extra time to understand the message.
4. Curb your eloquence. Keep it simple first, then simpler the next time.
5. Being direct trumps metaphor and analogy laden obtuseness.
6. Making the listener understand is the ultimate goal, but remember that it is a collaborative effort on both sides.
Keepsakes and memories,and their intent to embarrass and harass.
Oh… It’s already too painful to go on.
Hot shame of recent revelations of the not too distant past.
If only the Earth can swallow me up.
Do you mean what you say,
And say what you mean,
Even in anger?
Or are you mean when you’re angry and words become pointed weapons?
To the people I love, I mean what I say, and bite my tongue when in anger. The truth that comes out, subjective as it is, is meant to communicate, but not hurt.
But my truth causes blunt force trauma.
To the people I love.
A white lie seems like a disservice, to the people I love.
But it is a disservice they demand and deserve.
“It is possible to commit no mistakes and still lose. That is not a weakness. That is life”