in which i talk about nascent travel plans, Hitler and evil

Some day I shall tell you guys what a failure I have been all my life. It is so much worse to not see that changing. A feeling of doom. What is the point of even trying to fight it? A life spent in fighting the odds has any more worth than that? Isn’t it just a-life-spent-in-fighting-the-odds? Nothing more glorious. Just another life.

Books have me hooked as of now. There is much to read and very less time. Sometimes, I try to describe this rush. I cannot. I am not dying today. I have nowhere to go. And yet…… the rush. Though I am getting frustratingly disgusted with this sedentary life. It is still. Deathly still. And so I have decided to get off my rather shapely ass and do some travelling around Bangalore. Mind you, the word travelling is being used here with a shameful reluctance and a rather over-estimated, hopeful, pretentious abandon. But we all are shallow most of the times. This is my moment to flaunt it.

We begin with Bangalore darshan. Stop laughing. No, really stop. “I should know this city well”, this is what triggered the above plan. I am lying. I have very less time to devote to wanderlust. So I thought I might as well begin with the city. And then move on to more ambitious sojourns. Why am I boring you people?Why o why? Because I am hopelessly self-centered.

Did I tell you I am fascinated with Hitler? Not in the ‘wanting-to-follow-him’ way. But generally. You have to give it to the man. He brainwashed so many people and had them toeing his line. Sometimes, I feel that if I would have been given an opportunity like how the one he got , I may have done in a few people I don’t like. Just settle old scores. Why does it surprise me that I could be demonically evil? Why do we like to believe we are inherently good, sane people who would never do what the villians of history did? I think we are really wrapping the wool around our eyes, if we genuinely believe that.