In the beginning...

What do you remember early in the morning? When you have just opened your eyes, what do you see? Our dreams, they are but a collage of blurred images, tumbling over each other. Sounds from a world long gone by, they are heard from a conciousness much beyond our understanding. And as hard as we try to remember it, it slips away just as easily. Like trying to hold water in our palms.

And sometimes, these dreams come back to haunt us. Suddenly, they become clear and real. Deja Vu is not a feeling. It's a phobia. The fact that you knew what was going to happen and yet you were not able to do anything until the last moment tells you how helpless you are. Fate. It is not merely our master. It is our enemy.

Predestined. What is predestined? Hero meets heroine and they are predestined for each other. What a boring world! Why can't the heroine have a change of heart and go out with the villain instead? Nothing is predestined. We are what we choose to be. Man proposes and he himself disposes.

There! There's a good train of thoughts! Probably not the perfect way to start of a blog but hey, what the heck! But it lacks humor, doesn't it? I too am a victim of generalisation. Anything that has humor is not serious enough. Jesus! Have we all become such boring people that we disregard humor?

Okay. I am off. It was nice talking to you.