Noconvolutions!

“Don’t be so humble…you aren’t that great”.

-Anonymous isn’t me

“Am I being honest to myself if I listen to and do

what my heart says? How do I know if it’s the right thing what I heard? 

There’re always two sides of a coin! ”

–Anonymous isn’t me

Brand new feeling on a brand new year. How would it be if I cut off all contacts with everyone but my own space? My brother once told me to join NASA when I asked him my space in the room that we share. That’s heavily expensive than what my budget can afford. This thought of drawing myself aloof from the rest of the world that I already know, from all the people I’ve dealt with and been friends with, sounds mighty affordable.

It would be super-exciting if I changed my phone number and gave the new one to nobody , not even my family. I would then shift from my current accommodation to a new place where nobody knows me and I would make sure that my address isn’t even whispered to another mortal. I would switch from the company I’m working with to a new one. A veil would suffice to hide my face so I would purchase a burqa.

I’ll miss people. Each one of them. Even the people I detest because then I would be devoid of their loathing which indirectly gives me a strong purpose to be a fighter hen with life [aren’t these the people who go out of their way to pull you down your imagined success ladder?].I’ll miss all of them but I think it would be fine soon as goes the saying “out of sight out of mind“. The thought of it backfiring at me is wearisome    :-(

I would live on this way for years and then when I’m dead I would like to be discovered as someone who made a difference to someone, who made somebody’s life worth-while. There should be somebody who would regret my death , who would cry over my dead body , who would pray for my soul to rest in peace and all this not because I did some materialistic charity but solely because of the person that I used to be when I had been living with that “someone”.

Ouch! I just day-dreamed a live telecast of my death. Nevertheless the idea is stupenduously adventurous when I would be standing right beside my father or brother or a friend yet they won’t be recognizing me [it would be so much fun if they recognized me partially but would be dead scared to pull the burqa off a female impersonating someone vague yet so known ].