Listening to an earlier album of Opeth now….Deliverance..was recorded at the same time as Damnation…I am also chatting with a colleague who is in the next cabin….a sudden wave of realization hits me..how many moments of my life have i given to this thing called ‘chatting’….sure, it’s fun..i dont disagree (if you do, you need therapy…in an old age home)…but all these voices….chatting is so incomplete, yet its so casual and convenient…unfortunatley, me thinks that end of the day, chatting is so friggin incomplete..anyways, i’ll be drifting into something else in exactly 0.5 secs…

Communication…what an important word..for 4 years, I was ‘educated’ in the fine art of Electronics and Communications…for 4 years I had to check every now and then that the world was not as insane as it reeled out before me….i was shell shocked in a shell…people existed on such a diff level that I was only enjoying coming in terms with the diff dimensions of existence…trust me, some levels are no fun..

And what, my dear friend, is anyone’s problem about the fact that there are diff levels of existence? Absolutely nothing… as long as someone like Laloo doesn’t become PM (he’s already Railways Minister..we’ll soon have announcements in railway stations that go like “Sorry, but train no 6466 will not arrive because it has gone missing” *)…

As long as you know that people who are not like you, don’t want you to become like them…as long as live and let live is not just counterindicative of live and let die….as long as you are not judged becoz of the level you are on…as long as you can BE because you ARE…

No, I am not the victim of some kind of discrimination….No, I am not preaching equality for all…and NO, I am not singing Gandhi’s song..(or waving his walking stick and preaching)…

I am just pointing out the fact that end of it all, its communication that gets affected. The moment you build walls, the moment you start drawing lines, the moment you begin judging people depending on which side of the line they are (or whether they have the right to draw lines), you forget that that these divisions exist and all you do is to start defending walls, lines and making a lot of noise about whichever side you are on. You are either never actually communicating anything worthwhile, or you are locked up in your own world (same thing, in a way)..And consequence of that is what i have described in two paras before this one…

I guess this discussion will not reach any definite conclusion, because “worthwhile” is a relative term…

However, I believe that there are intentions to contemplate on the next time there is a quarell with the parking lot guy for a 50p change. These intentions are locked inside the head, so no point looking outside for answers.

* This was a cartoon that appeared in the English paper Punch at a time when train robberies where at its peak.