Of Indemnity

What the hell is that debacle all about? Insurance....Every person, scrambling like a rat to get his hands on a policy. Of course, the money is definitely on the much too mercenary insurance firm that has its salesperson grappling with a million others to sell his company’s policy to the unsuspecting but greedy rats. If you would ask a “wise” senior, he would say, insurance equals security. But think about this, you have an accident, your car is ruined, you don’t actually have the money to get it repaired, but technically, you should be relaxed because you’ve been paying your insurance premium regularly, being the greedy rat that you are, you don’t mind small dues until you get your reward. But here is the catch, in India atleast; you don’t get your insurance money unless you show them an itemization. And I think, duh! If I had that kinda money would i really need to claim insurance, keeping aside the greedy rat issue i.e. So there I am, my car wrecked, having to pay for the colossal but obligatory repairs and I am thinking “What the hell am i doing commissioning repairs, i don’t have that kinda money” Of course it’s too late at the moment. So now i have to go begging for small mercies.

So here I am, with 0 dignity, after the begging for small mercies stint, or the interest rate on my loan is so high, that I have paid almost the same amount as interest. Of course, i am thinking. Am still better off right? Some money is better than no money at all right? But what i have forgotten to take into account is the never-ending investigation, unethical but supposedly unavoidable bribery and the endless hassles that by the time the dough actually gets to my hands, i am wondering,’ Was it worth the trouble?’

Was today really necessary?

With that thought in mind let’s move forward shall we?

Analyzing the degree of necessity of “today”

So there u are sitting in the room, looking out the window, a lovely breeze is blowing, rustling the leaves, making nature dance to its tunes. While you sit inside listening to some moron droning on about the importance of business communication. You don’t even know if you are going to be a marketing manager or a rock climber for cryin’ out loud! Though that would be a sight, climbing halfway up a craggy cliff and your supervisor sends you a memo that u r too slow. (lol)

You think to urself “what the hell am i doing here?” so u sit in the back row, switch on ur laptop and try to pen ur thoughts. But as u move forward u realize u r a lousy writer, but compared to listening to the key objectives of writing a report you feel that writing crap is much better. And of course there is the thrill that any minute u might get caught for “playing” on u r laptop while a presentation is going on ( Ah, how u live ur life on the edge!) Of course words don’t come easily to you and you sit and think about the futility of the whole thing. You are stuck here (in class i.e.) nowhere to go, boredom and frustration pushing you to be a wannabe writer ( oh the humiliation!) when you could have just as well stayed at home read a book that actually interests you or watch a movie that makes you wonder and smile at the creativity of it or could have just as well gone and explored that rock climbing thing. For somebody who believes that life is too short to waste or the she will make her own destiny you sure seem to be sitting on ur butt doing nothing quite a bit.

Sitting like an unsipped glass of wine on the table, losing the flavour, going nowhere, your ego still seems to be at its highest telling u that u r ur own person, u will make ur own future, life is gonna be just as u want it to be. You have of course believed this so far without a second thought, but now u situp in ur uncomfortable lumpy chair to wonder at this....

Query

Where exactly is this line that seperates desperate yearning for sweet revenge and total indifference whatsoever, especially at that time, when you are sure to get it?

Why are people with tattoos judged as they are?

Does "Love" exist?

Who exactly are "Friends"?

What is the garentee that all your hopes for the future will not be shattered?

Is there a "God"?
How does it matter if he is or is not there?

Do any of Dan Brown's books have even a tiny smidgen of truth in them?

P.S- In the time to come i will try to answer a few of this relatively pointless questions so please feel free to respond to these now so i might include them in my posts ( quoted of course!)