Of Pie & Pizza!

Despite having (and constantly making up) so many lists, surprisingly I don't have a list of favourite books. Sometimes when I browse through other blogger's profiles and such - I see them listing a whole lot of books in that 'favourite books' part and then I check mine .. and it's void of any names. I think I could possibly say that I am .. well read .. as in I've read my share of great novels of all times .. (there are a few I've been meaning to read, and have them at home .. but never got around to it) .. yet when it comes to listing them, nothing comes to my head. [This reminds me of this great dialogue from High Fidelity which I won't bother typing].

Anyway, I realised that I can include 'Of Mice and Men' in the list. Now there's always always some stupid reason behind liking something. There have been many books I've hated despite their (good) reputation simply because, the timing was bad. The reason I really like the Steinbeck's Mice and Men is because when I had finished reading it, I remember having the worst kind of depression that lasted for an hour- and I remember one of my friends surprised to hear that I was really really sad over a book.

The crux (oh, I really like this word .. impressive yet non-pretentious) of life is possibly -Timing. Put this factor in everyday life, and you shall also be convinced that timing is everything. The right cues at the right time is essential for all things that happen (and doesn't happen) to us. This is the reason why we lust over Daniel Craig and not Wentworth Miller. This is the reason why we fall in love with someone who really isn't our type yet never fall for that someone who everyone thinks we really should be with. Let's not forget, timing is also the reason why we are even born. Had it been some other sperm entering the egg two milli-milli-seconds late, I could easily have been among the other billions (or however much) that loses the fight (to the finish).

Tomorrow is the deadline for this thing I wanted to enter one of my literature (?!) in. Unfortunately, I haven't actually got anything to submit and feel that it is too late to now transfer it from brain to paper. I am depressed again.

If we counted how many times I've typed the word depression - I bet there's a good chance of that quantity reaching over a thousand. So .. count away!