New Year’s was pretty sweet. Considering that we had several plans made and a zillion more canceled for a plethora of reasons ranging from recession to male PMS, we (read: us single folk) ended up having a quiet party at a kind acquaintance’s place.
Needless to say, the booze was flowing as mellifluously as the tales of near dalliances, lost chances and possible hook ups all seasoned with liberal doses of humor we’re known for.
And on the way home it got me thinking (yes, for someone with as limited a repertoire as me, do manage to do that) amidst a post-hangover haze that we live in a world of glorified probability. At the risk of sounding grammatically incorrect, overglorified probability if you will.
Everything we talk about, everything we watch, read or hear has this tremendous foreboding sense of probability.
For example: two people start seeing each other…how did it happen? Well they met at a party. How did he/she approach her/him? So people start wondering in their little heads that (excuse the pathetic hindi, filmi dialogue) “Kaash mere sath yehi hota” and then they try recreating that “chance” which (again due to probability) almost always fails.
How did i get this realization? Well i saw this really cute gal at the station on my way home and i started wondering, how the heck do people actually start talking to other people out of effin’ thin air and then i realized that we think it can happen due to what we we’re exposed to. When in actuality, no one would have the balls to do so.
If you think about it, our systems are flawed when we say we live on “hope and a prayer” when its actually “probability, permutation and combination”.
Anyway, the next time around, i’m just going to do more rather than just do the math of it all. And no, it’s not my New Year’s Resolution, that is 1440×900. Yes i ended with a pleurile, lame attempt at geek humor, completely undoing all the apparent deep thought i intended in portraying on this blog post forever crushing any probability of being ever thought of anything more than a shallow, materialistic so and so who’s got an unjustifiably godzilla-esque ego that would put the Church of Scientology, Tom Cruise and half of Hollywood to shame.
Oh and Happy New Year people. Now what were the odds of ending this post like that?
Now Listening To: Sigur Ross – All Alright
And, to you too!