Anatomy of a Thinker

Well, today is the day where we get a little more personal with the very own author of this blog.

Time for a personal anecdote I guess…

So, let’s see what have I been doing lately? What has been on my mind? Well, I know I’ve been thinking a lot but been doing just as less as I’ve been thinking. Does that make sense now?? 

I think A LOT these days of when I was a kid. When baba was posted in Lahore. Living in the ‘Cavalry grounds’ was probably the most fun for me. The walks we used to go for like ten times in a day, the mathematics study sessions with Kinza’s mum, the initiation into all the ‘boy’ talks and funny ‘grown up’ stories. And of course no child hood is complete without the hypothetical ‘ghost-calling’ sessions.(Yes, I do secretly believe that they do work. If you’re an all rational no-nonsense practical person. Take it somewhere else. Thankyouverymuch J)

Being a child is so much easier anyways. It was fun. So much fun. I wonder why it isn’t like that now. Everything just has to be so sensible. I have to take calculated risks. ‘Stepping out of line’ is never much of an option. Then again, it was never much of an option for me. If you were born in my family, you had to learn to be cautious. To constantly look behind your back, to not make mistakes. No child hood should be without making mistakes. No matter how big or small. Takes the fun of growing up away, if you ask me.

I think that is why I can’t sleep. Maybe, I’m being cautious in my sleep. Maybe I’m thinking of all the things I’m going to say. All the things I have to say. All the things I have to do and the pains through which they will have to be achieved. For you see, nothing really comes free. Where there is no pain, there is certainly no gain (That rule doesn’t apply to all though…Sometimes, there’s a lot of pain but still no gain). So you see, being carefree doesn’t exactly come naturally to me.

And when people are cautious, they are fearful and when you live every moment of your life being scared, you have no peace of mind. When there’s lack of peace in your head, you’re prone to suffer from lack of sleep. No wonder, there has been a spike in the demand for pills and sleeping draughts. Pharmacists these days make so much money.

And it’s just as well for me anyways. Sleeping never really made sense to me. I envy my sister. She can sleep for such long hours without seeming to have a care in the world. In fact she is so good at it that she has slept through two very ugly earth quakes ever!

But I did have my own fun too. Sometimes, it was a little unorthodox but then again life becomes monotonous if lived through conventionality. But it takes so much out of a person to bring all the versatility possible to have a little fun in life.

I think, these days having a good laugh with someone has become quite difficult. It used to be simpler before. Now, everything requires some kind of a context. Some agenda. People don’t have much time to waste on meaningless musings now. Something, most definitely needs to come out of it…Yes, everything used to be a lot simpler before…no?