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Why be random?

or more precisely, why so many bloggers (me included) like to call their thoughts as random?

Random means a lack of order... that the writer of blog is not attempting to restore order to meaning. Even if he/ she is writing her thoughts down.. the act of writing is not an act in search of meaning. its in the opposite direction. it is to spill out the elements in our lives that are forcing you to move in different directions. For them, the blog is like a woman's purse.. with countless things inside. to find the think/ thing you really need, you need to turn over the damn thing.



Random means freedom..  To be random is to be not answerable to expectations. To be random is to be not answerable to the reader. The onus of finding meaning is not so much on the blogger as it is on the reader. "What did you think? its a random thought. and since it is random, there is no explanation for it."

Random means without precedence... To be random is to be born new. To come into existence as an accident. To be special. To be random is to be the neo of Matrix, to be the chosen one.. the one who stands apart and guides the whole without participating in the whole.

Random is narcissistic... Random gives a sense of pristine purity.. Miracles are random. Jesus came from Virgin Mary. His coming was highly unusual. It was random.
If we say that our thoughts are random, we are essentially saying that the thoughts were a result of an immaculate conception of our brain/ soul etc. That the thoughts are original. That the precious thoughts had no precedence and deserve to be treated as pioneering thoughts.
Delusional intellectual masturbation.

Random is sudden... Random has a sense of kinetic energy to it. Its new. It gives a sense of arriving without the effort. Its a pleasant surprise.

Random is a delusion of 'the special ones'.

Comments

Super awesome work.. So much to connect with.. Thanks
Amrita said…
Random is to be alive.....Random is to not think what others think of you, but think aloud and feel proud.

P.S. Reading the word random so many times, makes it sound weird....
Swarna said…
Awesome! :)

makes me feel fresh! :)

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