Tuesday 8 November 2011

I am not a machine

Hello all. This is my first blog. So I may fairly assume that I may be granted a few mistakes. Moreover, I am not a machine that is perfect and makes no mistake ( of course when perfectly tuned). Even machines make mistake at times. Perfection is God and you will easily believe me if I say that I am not God.
My friends say that I am a confused guy. Earlier I used to doubt it, but of late I have begun to believe that I am a confused person. It might seem strange but I have started to like being confused. It makes me unpredictable. Now the only thing that is constant about me is being inconsistent. Even as I write this blog I do not have any idea as to what I have to write next because I have not planned it. Planning is not something you can relate with my name. What if I plan it today and I am dead tomorrow. For me the best way to live is take life head on.
I would have continued my way without giving it a second thought but the problem is that I have got a girl whom I love very much and I will have to change myself if I have to marry her. Now she is the sweetest girl on this planet ( you may have your reasons to attack me now, but, beauty lies in the eyes of beholder) while as her parents are not so sweet. For them love is not the only thing required for a decent life, not even to get married. For getting married I have to be perfect. I have to be handsome (which fortunately I am), well mannered, rich and whatever you can imagine. Now I am a kind of guy who hates money as money is the bone of contention in every dispute. However for the better future of ours, I have decided to earn( mind you, not more than what we need for a peaceful life). But the second problem still remains- how can I be perfect?
 All the problems get started from here. I don't want to be perfect. To err is human. Of course I am ready to give up the bad habits but perfection is too much to ask from a person. It will make me a machine, devoid of all the feelings. Only if I have some imperfections then can I awe at the marvel of others, then can I laugh at the follies of others, then can I desire to learn. Without these imperfections life would become so dull. If I am a machine I will lose my spontaneity and work according to the information that has already been fed to me. How will I wonder?
For all the great inventions and discoveries there had to be imperfections which led people to think and act. In this sense there can only be two possibilities- either the planet was perfect from the time of Adam and Eve or there will be imperfections till the last man breaths on this planet. Since we all know that the former is not the case, the latter has got to be true. In the same way either I had to be born a machine or I will happily enjoy one folly or the other till I am dead.