Why.

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Why Does someone give up so easily?

Why is it that an ex-IIM graduate always manages to publish what crap he writes? Why do people work their asses off to secure their retirement life at the cost of today? Why does hedonism always overwhelm my good deeds/thoughts? Why do I relate to a smell for each phase in my life? Why isn’t a bad mood contagious unlike good one? Why do people think they know more about you than what you do? Why do I need to know what I am looking for, for if I knew wouldn’t I already have it?

Why would soMeone embarrass you for your imperfections?

Why do people steal my words so often and so shamelessly? Why don’t I say on the face when I know you are full of lies? Why all my best memories comprise of folly? Why do I like to be alone and do all myself? Why does that song keep playing in my head, all the time? Why is there a song for everything in my life? Why is greed always, all the time good? Why do I want to hold on to something that isn’t mine anymore? Why doesn’t Quentin Tarantino make his movies quickly and a lot of them at that? Why are now and forever two different things? Why can’t I read two books simultaneously? Why do you become my weakness?

Why does Someone whom I care, pester me the most?

Why do I like dark lonely nights? Why don’t I decide on whether or not to do that once-in-a-lifetime Europe backpacking trip with S? Why does life sucks in equal proportions when you are young and growing older by each day? Why are we compelled to give it all up, many a time? Why is being lonely better than acting busy? Why are all my friends far away? Why do I think about you once but it lasts long, real long? Why are jealousy and seeking attention twins? Why doesn’t anyone listen to me? Why do old people growl to make babies? Why can’t I move my lazy ass and go learn driving? Why don’t they accept if I quit, but they say they can?

Why Am I a slave to my dreams?

Why do I get attracted to the worst option I even can’t dream of and opt for it always? Why does my today think so much of my yesterday? Why can’t I like anything other than Scotch Whiskey now a day? Why is finding yourself tougher to cheating? Why doesn’t anyone understand silence always almost doesn’t mean yes? Why do I just like the money and not the job that pays it? Why do I always dream to be rich without any plan or effort?

Why don’t I know what I want to do? Why can’t I do what I want? Why is it so tough to admit I was wrong? Why do I feel the best is a moon away from good enough? Why won’t I like to find answers to any of these? Why am I writing this on a Tuesday midnight all awake? Why is this blog playing a second fiddle now a day to the Twitter?

Why don’t you all know, that I need a break from all of you sometimes? Why don’t you still get it, I am what I am and am living with it. Why can’t you?

D

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