The circle only has one side

Life as we know it, or maybe not.

Why am I here, again? And what am I supposed to do now that I'm here?

Is life, really, all about creating a nice balance? All that matters is keeping a track of these two, virtual, accounts of "Positive" and "Negative"? That said, who manages these accounts? And who decides and ensures that if you've done wrong, you pay for it duly or get rewarded if you've done right. Aren't you expected to do the right thing, anyway? So why the reward? So, if no reward, why the punishment of doing wrong? Where's the balance then?

I never paid any attention to the "Cause and Effect" diagram at work, but now it seems it all boils down to that. And if Karma is all what it takes, my sign should be the superman of the Zodiac signs.

Balance - offload one side a little and it affects the other. There are things you're so desperate about, things that you feel can do wonders, change your lives probably. But little do we think about the flipside.

Owning a lavish car feels great, but it hits your bank balance like nothing has ever hit before. Some damages are reparable and some irreparable - and these are obvious. The ones that are not obvious and make you mess up are the ones that seem reparable but grow into being irreparabale while you're busy being the proud boss of that car. Not that indulgence is bad, but when you run after something, you lose something else.

There's always only so much you can ever have and keep. The convenience of being a child is replaced by the responsibilities of being an adult (unless ofcourse you're Silvio Berlusconi or Hugh Hefner or maybe even Rahul Gandhi for that matter). And when you're in between the childhood and adulthood, is when you have a confused mix of both, and that is where you end up messing more often than not.

But to be fair, you won't know if that cauliflower weighs 250 grams unless you remove some weight from the other plate and check.

So, what now? We're suddenly back to square one.

And I wonder why I wrote all that.

(The desperate urge to write and show it off)