UNCLASSIFIED CLASSIFICATIONS...

According to another not-so-great person, “Discontinuity is the most continuous thing in the space-time curves of the mortal world”. Might seem a little wayward, but this is no less scientific than the theorems in a physics book. It is believed that, the saints living in the unseen caves of Himalaya, in spite of their serene charm and unearthly wisdom, experience absolute chaos from time to time. Indeed, the frequency with which Murphy ’s Law proves its own accuracy is beyond imagination. Now, if this paragraph makes you doubt the author’s sanity (which can’t be ruled out entirely), then you just proved the point to yourself.

Everyone has big dreams in primary school. For most people, the dreams are carried on as they grow old, but not in their unadulterated states. With age, evolves practicality and none can comment on its positive/negative impacts. Generally we find our dreams redirecting towards a pecuniary direction and socialism is often restricted to the dinner tables. If moral concerns are left aside, one should have the right to enjoy depending on his/her definition of happiness. During the unforgettable (this word can drive emotions in either way) days of college life, species with different mentalities keep clashing with each other. In one extremity, there is this rare bunch of folks who consider themselves too cool to bother about tomorrow and hence they let their bodies float on various enchanting fluids while their souls wander in the wonderlands of nature. The second social group which consists of the majority of population symbolizes utter confusion. They can’t resist the attractive lifestyle of the first kind, but at the same time the trepidation of a distorted future leaves their bottoms cracking. The third types, try to be a little more sensible and normally abstain from the green serenity. Most evenings, they are found in closed spaces, staring at some text trying to convince themselves with dreams of a fantastic future. Then there are the fourth types who manage to find a balance between the cool and practical stuff without having to suppress any desire. This rare breed (rare, but from a different point of view), normally unappreciated or rather resented by the second and the third kinds, finds itself surprisingly close to the first and the final kinds. This last and rarest type is comprised of the obsessed types, deeply involved in whatever miracle they think they are doing. Indifference to surrounding makes them almost immune. For them, meaningless fun of student life, burn marks from the lost love, satisfaction of success and frustration of failure, everything wraps around their work which is considered as anti-social or insane by most mortals but on the contrary they come up with some of the biggest contributions to society.

A person, who is mentally not-so-handicapped, must have placed himself/herself in some group by now. And if history is to be believed, the first and the last kinds have always been the happiest. In the grown up world, the earlier normally ends up embracing a bohemian lifestyle where as the latter ends up as a weird (really!!) genius working in some sci-fi laboratory. One must admit that it is not very easy to find a hippie or scientist who is unsatisfied with his/her life-decision. Discontinuity maintains its continuity even for these kinds; but in their stoned states, they are perfectly capable of ignoring almost everything. Generally speaking, the fourth kind too ends up doing something satisfying and their proximity to the extremes continues till life abruptly breaks free from the laws of the known physical world. Sharp peaks and abrupt ditches keep shaking their otherwise smooth running vehicles, but they manage to get back to their comfortable driving position. Any casual encounter with the careless kinds brings back the good old memories from college, enough to produce a priceless chuckle.

Till now, the opening line of the text does not seem to make a lot of sense, but the discussion has been restricted only to the rare breeds. Majority lives on a famous principle that says “Another way to make oneself look bigger is by portraying the rest smaller.” The second kind, without having the guts to transform completely, stays stuck in a wannabe lifestyle but never ceases to criticize the last two types. Likewise, the third kind keeps ridiculing the first kind in order to hide their failure to resemble the fourth.

It might be obsession or carelessness; the extremes always manage to patch the discontinuities leaving the job of criticizing and mourning to the rest. Wannabes lack the audacity required to get a racing permit and end up with broken ribs in their attempts to drive the suspension-less hypercar on a normal road where as the originals always stick to spontaneity which might look like a brothel from outside, but offers the eternal tranquility inside. Confrontations with bitter reality are best tackled by sticking to one’s own self and if the majorities have a problem with it, so be it. They are always some (if not many) satisfied people who truly cherish happiness and success. Life is a bumpy ride and the highways are never toll free. It follows a discontinuous curve and is definitely not infinite. Whether it’s rolled tarmac or a rocky riverbed, the Humvee is fueled up and ready to roll, only if you dare to drive it. Others may love it or hate it, but can never ignore it.


NOTE: DEPENDING ON THE SITUATION, ONE CAN FIND ONESELF BELONGING TO SEVERAL CLASSES. THERE IS NOTHING PERSONAL HERE. I HAVE EXPERIENCED ALL THESE TYPES INSIDE ME FROM TIME TO TIME. SO DON'T TRY TO PUT YOURSELF IN A PARTICULAR CLASS. THIS PIECE OF TEXT IS NOT A STRICT CLASSIFICATION, IT IS AN IDEA.