The Public Diary

I know I'm in a big, big illusion. And I'm dead sure that 90% of you would be completely taken aback if I tell you that sometimes I feel that I'm very funny. That I'm my own little version of a comedian. I often plan a sequence of events in my mind that may happen in future and how I'll ha ve a witty remark to counter the situation, which leads to a smile on my face. *Hopefully, they don't sound funny in only my mind.* But one thing that I'm fully aware of is that I can't be funny with all the people or in all the situations or at all times. I have so many criteria that should be in place to provide for my comic side to come out. For instance, people should be open-minded and not judgemental, they should be light-hearted and not take things seriously (but they should respect me and not make fun of me, otherwise they are out of my circle) , they should match my IQ level (for there are some who can't understand my one-liners sometimes) and

I literally had to pause the ongoing video to put this thought into writing. Such was the intensity of flow. Are we having access to too much data? That we don't even know how to let the information seep in, to let the mind absorb it. How many of us have ever felt that even after using the internet for hours and hours, we haven't done really anything? In a flashback, it seems like our time has been wasted.   Recently, I was scrolling down whilst streaming online. Suddenly, I felt the need to keep a pen and paper by my side so that I could note down what all content is in the pipeline that I would play after the present one ends. That's what we are directed towards. We don't enjoy the journey but are only oriented towards the end result. We don't focus on the thing at hand. We are just rushing mindlessly.   Do you remember the answer to the last question that you had searched on google a few days back? I can spot the same searches being made more than once in my br