Down memory lane: It is fixed
I was about to go out and play. Amma reminded me again that I must come back when called for. I agreed carelessly, not giving much thought to it. I was a kid who barely knew the values of a promise given. I was preoccupied and she called, several times. I heard but couldn't respond. She decided to lock me out. I decided I must stop playing. I stood there waiting for her to open the door. But she wouldn't. And I wouldn't go and play, now that she was angry. I stood there and waited. I wouldn't go and play. I couldn't get in. I stood there and waited.
posted by Deepthi @ 5:53 AM
4 Comments:
Find bliss in the waiting baby! :)
BTW- was the title of this blog intended to convey some connection of the blog with the Ilyaraja composition? :P
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Oh yes! good guess! I was indeed listening to t composition while writing the post! This particular recollection, the situation i was in when i wrote this post, the composition and its name -all seemed to say the same damn thing :IT IS FIXED
Determinism sucks!(BIG TIME, might i add?).I hate it when i cant jump some fences.I hate it when i'm stuck.I hate it when some force is impacting my life more than my own self.
But the solution is simple and obvious : it is only situations that are fixed, not the self.
The light of self determinism shines at the end of an apparently deterministic dark tunnel!
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