Signs

I had a really great sunday. Potpourri at Inorbit, Vashi is awesome! Had some really great food today, followed by "I Hate Love Stories", followed by coffee at CCD. Full on "Masti"! The movie was decent, with the second half dragging a bit. Imran Khan was good and so were the support characters. Sonam Kapoor was very average but looked cute :). I was impressed with Karan Johar's take on his films and actually letting this movie make fun of all his prior movies. I like folks who can laugh and make others laugh at their own cost. It's a lot easier making fun of others and degrading them than making jokes on one's own self. Kudos to KJo for that :)

This movie had references to signs that the hero keeps seeing, as if being guided by a cosmic super power. If I had seen this movie a year back I would have just laughed and passed comments like, "Man! Such farce!". But then again, my outlook towards life is a lot different now. An engineering brain doesn't like to believe in things that cannot be explained by logic.

I don't think I have believed in signs or even considered them till September last year. I don't know if I still believe in them but I, now have an open mind to everything and anything that I do not understand. The question which initially bothered me was that whether the signs were controlling my behavior or it was I who controlled what I saw and what I considered as signs.

Have you ever felt so sure about something that you would do anything to make it happen? Have you felt as if things were happening just the way they were meant to be? Felt as if you could see a pattern in things? And when you were confused, undecided and lost, saw signs which miraculously made things simple in a matter of fact way? Or things just fell in place without rhyme or reason. Just when you thought that there was no hope left, some situation would pop up that would give hope and make way?

Well that was exactly what was happening to me. Everytime I got high, things would happen that would pull me down, and when I was down, I would see signs that made me push ahead. Open up doors where there were solid walls. There have been moments where I felt utterly hopeless, but the signs just egged me on. And I let them move me. I offered no resistance for the simple fact that I wanted to see the signs, because it was not the signs that mattered at the end, it was what they were pointing to. Did I get what I wanted? No! Are there still signs? I don't know because now I no longer look for signs to help me decide. I know what is to be done. I have stopped worrying about the end.