The power and the glory

I have now been in Delhi for 3 weeks and a few hours, where I am trying to find a means of living. The city was blistering under the heat of May when I arrived, and now it is still burning despite the respite that few brief showers brought. And while I am still as jobless as I was when I arrived, I feel that the downward spiral I was on has been arrested. Apart from a hiccup that might present itself in another week's time, I foresee the blinding glare of the future which makes me think I need to buy another pair of sunglasses. And even that hiccup, if it happens, I have a good idea of how to deal with it.

I have thunk things through, and made decisions about my course of actions based on eventualities that may arise. I have decided yet again that the notion of karma is mostly bullshit, and hence, I am out to craft my own path with little thought and consideration to the "right" way of doing things, to being "nice" or to the feelings of others who may be impacted by my choices. Consequences of actions can take care of themselves, and other such bullshit, you know.

I remember being like that for the most part once upon a time, and I think I also remember being happier then. Less involvement, at the personal passionate level, with most things and most people led me to being less bothered with how the former went and how the latter behaved. A blend of cynicism and carefree-ness was my typical take on life, and I wonder why I ever let that go. Actually, I know the answer to that one. I still don't care much about things, but its those pesky people who pierced my little bubble, came in, danced wildly around while I watched mesmerised, shed my armour and joined in the dance, only to realise too late that it was Siva's dance of destruction.

But that's alright. I have learnt a trick or two from Siva myself, such as the delicate art of balancing poison in my throat, and getting on with the rest of it. And of course, there is the power of herbs that one must never rely on but well, it sometimes helps anyway.

Another three weeks, I would say. It should take about that much time before I have a job offer that also offers to pay the kind of money I am asking for, which honestly, is not too much. And if it takes longer than that, well, I will just have to see when my money starts to run out. But either way, I am sure of it, I will be soon raising a toast to the power and the glory.