I have this strong urge to write each and everything, every minute detail related not just to my life but everything related to the whole universe. From the start to the end all interest me a lot. It can be said inquisitiveness that I am and that’s what keeps me alive.
Isn’t this universe an amazing place? It’s a game called ‘bhul bhulaiyaa’ a maze where you are trapped once entered inside but to come out no intelligence can lead you to exit except when god calls. Let’s talk about planet earth? It is like somebody asking you who came first in this planet hen or egg? Ponder over… is it easy for you to answer? Well then you can explain to me. According to me it’s a very complicated question for which I am trying very hard to find but ultimately I give up. Still again and every time it resurfaces my mind to haunting me snatching all peace of my mind from here starts my family and my problem.
In this way there are many questions that are left unanswered like why we have sun rising in the east? Why moon always shines in night. Why do we die? Why we are born? Why we human are social animal? And much more Yeah, we do have myths related to these questions, many grandmother stories in process from generations followed. Oh I do think but there are many other priorities that have to be fulfilled before I start researching. Debates are waiting from my side to start when once all our settled in the living room as they are always unavoidable for me. Many such quests are such that unless I don’t discuss and show my intelligence I couldn’t have deep peaceful slumber. My inquisitiveness and pretentiousness has been famous as dim-witted and foolish as they are people living in the practical world happy with the questions left unanswered.
My mind no wonders it doesn’t stop thinking, it’s moving towards the great topic related to politics, history, geography science etc. no, not science because science has its own proven theory about each and every problems undoubtedly, keep on changing every successive years. I for one happy with the thought of the opportunity I shall receive to start a conversation with intelligence, perhaps thinking it may be the hot topics of discussions for my friends and foes( because they are irritated by my arguments still smiling irritated wondering about my sanity). Feeling happy with the attitude I am smarter than you I start, is Chidambaram our home minister responsible for 2g scam? Is Obama a right president of the first nation America? Related to this question another question my mind has prepared for irritated glance is why America is known as the first nation? People around me wonder not about the debate but about my sanity.
Here in the scene enters my poor family members frustrated with the inquiries about my sane mentality, poor husband and my children simply mad answering them and irked by my behavior waiting for an explanation and pleading to keep my mouth and mind shut but how can I…
