Digging for Meaning

  What good am I if a friend can't trust me with her feelings. I thought she was a good friend. May be I am being too judgemental and quick to descend in gloom, but I am, more than anything else, doubting my own ability to build relationships. (I guess, I am being self centered, thinking about myself rather than her woes, that has got her distraught in the first place. Instead of trying to coax her into telling me something so that I may help, or to lighten up her spirit, I am here writing this... but i also sensed that she wanted to share her grief with someone else... so i guess i was right in leaving them alone.)I have never been good at building relationship. May be I am too lazy for it. May be I just don't get it. May be I lack that social gene which enables one to have relationships. May be I am too bloody naive. Correction... i am too bloody naive. But then again, there are numerous incidences where my friends would surprise me by confiding in me their greatest and most

Why are we so blasé today? Everyone of us. This whole pathetic generation of ours. The first doubt we ask after seeing Auswitchz photographs is about the veracity of the incident itself. Then we ponder over the scientific achievements that the genocide affected. And then, we eagerly lap up stupid Feng Shui Crap without as much a voice of curious doubt. No voice of reason, but only senseless submission. The examples are endless. I thought, MICA of all places, would have people harbouring some kind of stupid dreams and passions. But the tragedies continue here as well, we all are very 'rational' creatures. We don't like to 'believe' in anything that demands thinking and individuality. I wonder why are we so conformist towards certain issues, that need to be challenged before they establish themselves into mainstream. Why are we always in a third person mode, dissecting issues as if they don't affect us and negating the very act of questioning with utmost zeal. We