blogging away without passion

Ahh... to be passionate about something. I really sincerely doubt that I am passionate about something. I mean, I do things because I have to, or because I want to..or even because I need to. But I don't recollect doing something because I am passionate about it. Isn't that weird? Or is it sad?

Today, I was reading this article by Kumaramangalam Birla (The head of the Aditya Birla group, one of the larger business houses in India). It is an article on smart managing.. and he talks of two different kind of people in a company. The 70% that go through life following rules, meeting deadlines, and basically drudging through work without worrying. Then there is the other 30% that break the rules and are high flying. Am I in that boring 70%, so essential to a firm, but...oh so boring? I feel a certain lack of passion that makes me feel that it is so. Or is it just a temporary lack of interest that makes me feel no passion. I mean, I do my bit. I just don't feel the need to go above and beyond my normal life to do something just because I am passionate about it.

And then, there is my inherent fear of commitment. No folks, not when it comes to women.. I fear committing my time. I don't join clubs because I am afraid that sometime in the future, I will feel the need to do something else and the club will keep me away from it. I am talking about semester long commitments here. A day, or even a week, I can do things just fine. What is this fear?

random link as my mind deviates: Autoblogger (originally linked from Lisa's blog.

I finished "The Three Musketeers" today. It's a wonderful story of love, intrigue, passion, revenge and hatred that I have really enjoyed. It would probably come under the category of "bestseller" if written today (something that my dear friend Vanishing often says is just not worth reading). The book also had an interested foreward and a rough idea of the life of Alexander Dumas (the author), his methodology of writing this book, and a little bit of history too about 17th centure France in which period of time, the book is based. The reprint also points out some parts where Dumas referred to objects that only came into existence in the 18th or 19th centuries. This brings me to the movie Veer Zara, a long winded Hindi movie that is partially set in the 60's or 70's. I noticed that there were objects in the movie that were not in existence at that time. I mean, one simply did not have Deluxe Volvo buses in India in the 1960's or 70's. There were plenty of other such instances which kinda made the movie seem unrealistic. And then I remembered how directors had spent millions to recreate scenarios realistically. Maybe one calls it art...or passion... and others call it foolishness.

My heart throbs ever so often... in pain and in fear... but it shall hold out for life is something that is to be faced with a song on one's lips and a smile on one's face. Let my song be Dido's White Flag.

It's 6am and I promised my dad I would cook something for lunch. Maybe it will be good for me to cook it now.. and then go to sleep. For I can wake up and warm it up for him. After all I need to serve him, my father, my hero, my teacher and my enemy.
So, I leave you with this rhyme. I often hum this tune, without thought, when I am deeply engrossed...
"Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream."