get lost

Ever since I can remember, I've always been constantly reminded about how lost or confused I am. And I don't even mean lost from the inside. It shows on my face as well. I'm not necessarily placing the entire blame on others, some of it is also situational and it's right in my face. The idea of feeling lost is weird, it makes you feel as if, at some level, you're alone. You're supposed to tread a path with others. I guess the realization of being lost only hits you when you find yourself on your own. I don't know. You start comparing yourself to others, see what they did that you didn't. And it's absolutely normal: when something isn't the way it's supposed to be, you look at what others are doing. 

My point is that feeling lost shouldn't feel wrong. No reason to. Let me give you an analogy. Say you're driving to this new restaurant where you're supposed to meet up with your friends. You're driving. And along the way, you miss a turn. Then, you miss another. And on and on. By now, you're just guessing and hoping that the next turn will get back 'on track.' But what about all the nice restaurants you're driving past all the while you're supposedly lost. (I wonder if I've stumbled upon a philosophical side to owning a GPS. I think I have, haven't I? Hmmm ..... brilliant ! :) ) 

Being lost can't be such a bad thing. You're in a newer place, and that's a good thing. You've seen something new, which you might not have had you followed 'the path.' You can now connect 'the path' with this new one. It probably seems like I'm going to extreme measures to justify my situation. Maybe I am. But to me, it makes complete sense. Being lost, being confused is a good thing. I've seen more, experienced more, learnt more than I ever could've, had I owned 'the GPS.' And you know what? I'm still lost!

**** and coke

(the prelude is here)

Somehow it all comes down to Jack. It just does. It's written. No matter how much I try to avoid it, it just comes right back to bite me in my ass and remind me of its existence. To remind me that it will always be there for me, just how the Bollywood hero promises his beloved beau.

Ok, the deal is that I'm trying, with as much power as there is in my arsenal, to phase out the beloved Jack. People forget my real name. Or worse - they don't even know it! I mean I don't want to become a famous guy in the future and be known as Jack Patel. That would be a huge disgrace to Pratik. Huge injustice! If there's anything inside me that will contribute to me being a famous guy, it will most likely come from Pratik, not silly lil' Jack! Jack is only good for sowing the seed of multiple personality disorder - which I'm very confident of acquiring in the distant future. 

See, the way I look at it is that there are in general two parts of me: there's Pratik and then there's Jack. Pratik is a little more serious, a little more boring. At times, he just gets lost in a trance, making others around him think he's lost or that something is wrong with him. Pratik doesn't use plastic bags. Pratik wants to write (but he doesn't). Pratik pisss people off because he urges them to car-pool. But Jack! He's a little different. Jack can crack a few jokes. Jack's laughs evoke great intrigue. Jack is easier to get along with. Jack stays up late at night. Jack is childish! And there are times when these two merge into a whole other person (let's not give him a nickname). (This is the height of self-indulgent self-analysis!)

So know this: where there is a Jack, there is a Pratik. Kindly not forget please ...

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