It's all about selling, isn't it??

If you are a musician, you have to market your music. If you are an artist, you have to market your art. If you are a politician, you have to market yourself and if you are an employee, you have to market your efficiency. How ironic, isn't it? People are even marketing their blogs!!!

Is the desire to be well known so overwhelming that it makes us sell ourselves? I have seen people continuously  blowing their trumpet about how hard they have worked. The world would be such a fantastic place if we stopped this indiscriminate selling and started concentrating on the job at hand. In a desperate attempt to show off, most of us forget what exactly needs to be done. For a solution that costs a dime, we end up showing how we managed to spend a pound.

That thing called Jealousy:

"I don't care. I am just happy with whatever I have." This is perhaps the most eloquent statement I have heard from the most eloquent people. People who do not seem to care but always seem to bother. People who always seem to be nonchalant but always concerned about everything and everyone. People who are in simple terms....jealous.

Its been a long time since I gave up the rat race. I live like Rambo in the corporate world. I live invisible, seldom talk, do what is expected of me and never complain. But still, I have people who are jealous of me. For God's sake, gentlemen, I don't earn half as much you do, I am not as successful as you are and I don't even own a car. So what is it that makes you keep a tab on my life.Let me live my life in peace, in anonymity. But even my anonymity seems to have made me famous. 

People are concerned about my rating, my investments, my buying habits, my love life and even my personal hygiene habits. None of which I have. Is it so difficult to know that a guy is invisible?

Many years ago, when MJ sang, "you just leave me alone", I was a kid and could not understand what the problem with MJ was. I wished, I could get all that attention. I wished, people would love me, go crazy after me like they did for MJ. I wondered why Princess Diana was so hyper to the paparazzi. After all she was famous. But me? I am not even famous, I don't even matter. But people.....they just think otherwise.

My advise to all of you jealous guys out there - Let us unknown souls be!!! We do not want to be famous like you. We do not want to be ultra successful like you. We do not want to bitch about others like you. All we need is anonymity, peace, a routine and a contract of deep understanding with life.

JUST LET ME BE!!!!

That Mosquito and Me:

Exactly a week ago, I was feeling lethargic going to work in the morning. Mondays are usually extra energetic days, the mind having rested over the weekend and the body relaxed. Last Monday was a surprise. I still managed to get the work done well, forced myself to hit the gym but by evening, my body was giving up.

The next day, I went to get a lab test for Malaria, and before the results landed in my lap, I was already shivering in bed. In the hallucinations that followed the infection, I could imagine me and the alleged mosquito dueling over a duet. The song was none other than Def Leppard's Hysteria..........Malaria:

Malaria:

Me:

Out of touch, out of reach yeah 

You could try to get closer to me 

I'm in shit, I'm in deep, yeah 

Hypnotized, I'm shakin' to my knees 

Mosquito:

I gotta know tonight 

If you're blown tonight 

Can't stop this feeling 

Can't stop this fire 

Oh, I get hysterical, Malaria 

Oh can you feel it, do you believe it? 

It's such a nocturnal mysteria 

When you get that feelin', better start believin' 

'Cos it's a miracle, oh say you will, ooh babe 

Me:

Malaria, when you're near 

(After I get bitten)

Mosquito:

Out of me, into you yeah 

You could hide it's just a one way street 

Oh, I believe I'm in you, yeah 

Open wide, that's right, dream me off my feet 

Oh, believe in me 

I gotta know tonight 

If you're blown tonight 

Can't stop this feeling 

Can't stop this fire 

Me:

Oh, I get hysterical, Malaria 

Oh can you feel it, do you believe it? 

It's such a nocturnal mysteria 

When you get that feelin', better start believin' 

'Cos it's a miracle, oh say you will 

Ooh babe 

Malaria when you're near 

Come on