पुर्णविराम.

Well, finally I have deleted my facebook profile. Why? 

• To defeat that inner guy who was always laughing at my excuses like facebook offers informative/helpful groups, being in touch with friends who live far away, messaging which replaced emails n blah blah. 
• Noise to signal ratio: in fact the signal was so low that all I could see/read was noise. Pure passive entertainment bullshit.
• To get a kick after letting go of the habit of opening that firefox tab for facebook.
• Opt out of people's personal lives (or specifically, to opt out of their lame attempts to present the self-edited best dimension of their lives). I was right when I was swimming in the deepest wave of depression and pessimism, human beings are hopeless. 
• Purge the thoughts which would otherwise originate due to the fact that I was aware of having a facebook profile. Can't think of a particular example now but believe me there were things like taking a photo at Eiffel tower from a particular perspective or at Isar. I still want to do these things but not with that motivation but just for the sake of doing those things.
• Get those looks from people who would ask me "Are you on Facebook/Let me send you a friend request." and get "I dont have a facebook account."

I know there are loopholes in the arguments but the first point was a major motivation to delete it. I tried doing it 4-5 months ago but somehow stuck with it. Lately I wasn't using it anyway, so on a gray rainy afternoon, sitting in my small room with cold feet and a hot coffee, I dug deep to find the delete button and hit the last nail.

Feels like a penguin who is swimming peacefully in deep cold water, far away from the coast where the colony members are making a great noise and farting loudly ;)

You are the best thing that has happened to me after a long long time.
The less I say, the more I express.

जीव घुसमटला कि अस वाटत कि कोकणातल्या एखाद्या निर्मनुष्य किनाऱ्यावर अमावास्येच्या रात्री जाऊन जोरात किंचाळावे. इतक्या जोरात बेंबीच्या देठापासून ओरडावे, कि खोल समुद्रात, अमावास्येच्या अंधारात एकांकी पोहणाऱ्या मास्याला हाक ऐकू जावी.

एकटा त्याचा जीव, एकटा माझा जीव.
अंधार आणि घोंघावता वारा.
उसळत्या लाटा आणि माझी कर्कश किंचाळी.


त्याला पण कधीकधी वाटत असेल कि कोणाशी तरी बोलाव, त्याच्या अंधारमय हताश आयुष्यातल्या गोष्टी कोणाला तरी सांगाव्यात, कोणीतरी त्याच्यासाठी कान बनाव.

माझ ओरडून झाल कि मी शांत राहेन त्याच्यासाठी, त्याच्या व्यथा ऐकेन. तो गोल गोल फिरत राहील आणि बोलत राहील. बोलून झाल्यावर विचार करेल कि हा कोण मुलगा आहे आणि माझ्या आयुष्यातल्या निराश गोष्टी का ऐकतोय म्हणून. मग तो मला विचारेल आणि मी त्याला उत्तर देण्यासाठी हळू हळू पाण्यात जाईन. चेहऱ्यावर मंद हास्य ठेवून.

पाय, ढोपर, मांड्या, कंबर, छाती, हनुवटी, नाक, कान, डोळे, कपाळ, केस. मागे पुढे होण्याऱ्या लाटा. खारट  ओलावा आणि मनशांती.

जिथून आलो, तिथेच संपेन. तोही आणि मीही.

There is no such thing as a happy philosopher.