I decided around the start of this month that I would write a blog post a day. I did pretty well for the first half of the month and then I stopped. My reasons for stopping are quite simple. I stopped because I didn't feel the need to blog as much anymore and each blog post gave me less personal gratification than the one before. I stopped because I didn't see a point in writing more blog posts like the ones I've been writing all along. It would help to write differently but that takes a lot more time and effort than I can give everyday. I'm just not one to stick to resolutions.

This can raise a lot of questions. Am I one of those people who never completes things? When I look back I can see a lot of things that I started with a whole lot of zest and then abandoned halfway to start something new, again with a whole lot of zest. It's not that I never complete anything, but maybe it is that I abandon things too soon. Will I leave too many good things incomplete? At the end of it all, will I have followed enough things through till their end? And then there's the more difficult questions, such as, "is it important to have completed things or do two half experiences count just as much as one whole?" and "does any of it even matter at all?"

Maybe you can help me answer these questions because I can't seem to be able to search for any answers tonight. I know that however long I carry this thought this blog post will still be incomplete. Every story ever told is incomplete, and most are distorted when told without the context of the whole. We are all incomplete people living incomplete lives. So is completion just an illusion that can only be achieved when we construct boundaries for ourselves? Because tasks, resolutions and goals are all limits which we define which certainly aren't the most we can do. 

Here's something you can do if you're driving north on the Western Express Highway. North is away from the city. Drive on the stretch between the Andheri flyover and the Jogeshwari flyover. Just before the exit for Jogeshwari and JVLR, there's a bump. This isn't a sharp bump that could wreck a car, it's gradual enough to not want to slow down for. The road gradually slopes upwards and the suddenly drops to slope downward. You should be driving down the highway at a minimum speed of 60 km/h when you hit this bump. This is hard during peak traffic hours but it's possible either late at night or early enough in the morning. There's a chance that you can even do it at the right time during the afternoon. If you do it right, you'll experience a split second of free fall and it should feel like going over the top of a rollercoaster. I haven't been on a rollercoaster for really long and maybe i've forgotten what it feels like, but I always brace myself when approaching this bump and go "wheee!" as I go over it.

I finished reading a book titled "Skippy Dies" yesterday. The book is about a boy named Skippy who studies in a catholic school in Ireland, his fat-geek-friend Rupert who does experiments on m-theory among other things, a history teacher named Howard, the girl Skippy falls in love with named Lorelai, and the stories of many other people who aren't connected except through each other. And yes, Skippy dies. He dies in the first three pages. I want to tell you more about this book but I can't find the words right now and I'm cutting it awfully close to my midnight deadline for this post so I'm going to leave you with a beautiful quote from the book and the hope that I'll come back and edit this post later.

"Maybe instead of strings it's stories things are made of, an infinite number of tiny vibrating stories; once upon a time they all were part of one big giant superstory, except it got broken up into a jillion different pieces, that's why no story on its own makes any sense, and so what you have to do in a life is try and weave it back together, my story into your story, our stories into all the other people's we know, until you've got something that to God or whoever might look like a letter, or even a whole word..."