Stay. The only four-letter word that I think comes close to the word love in terms of emotion.

From times immemorial, only two feelings have ruled the world. The desire to love and the desire to not let go of the person you love – stay.

Though the word doesn’t even crack the top 1….. 100 romantic lines, it, for me, remains one of those words with the purest of emotions.

Probably because you don’t want everyone to stay. Or even if you want them to, you don’t really tell everyone to stay. But when you are in love (and I am talking of love beyond your girlfriends/boyfriends), the desire to make them stay becomes the biggest driving force for the relationship.

Parents, grand parents, a friend, a brother or for that matter even a job that you love! You want it to stay. Stay in your life. Stay with you. Stay so that you can be happy.

I have no idea why I am raving about this word. Probably because it has been bothering me for a while now. The idea, of wanting to hold on to someone and ask them not to leave. Asking them to stay.

Think about it?

Isn’t the word just beautiful?

No? Watch Hans Zimmer’s S.T.A.Y soundtrack from Interstellar. I am sure you’ll understand what I am talking about.



Excel sheet

I like people.

Partially because I am one of them. But then there is some sort of a segregation in my head.

In my head, there are certain attributes to every person. I have ranked them either better or worse than me in various attributes like smartness, social skills, looks blah blah. This is a very personal thing just for my reference.

Now in my head, there is an excel sheet where all these attributes are calculated and a final over all chart of who is above me and who is below me is created.

Mind you, I do not impose this chart with people or let this effect my behavior with them.

But it is when people who are below me (strictly in my radar) come and advice me on how to live my life and how to go about things, it sets me off.

Again, in their head, I might be below them (if they have a mind complex enough to create an excel sheet in their head). But then that doesn’t give you the right to fuck around with my head/life/porn websites.

Yup. Feel better now.