Though my point behind writing these 550 words is not just to diss about Paulo Coelho, but yes, he does give a lot of bullshit theories. I really could never associate myself with his writing and his stories. I find them too preachy and too absurd. I hear that The Alchemist is his best work. If that is his best work, I better do not go his way. What was that quote again? When you want something, the entire universe conspires in helping you to achieve it. Heh! Really? In my case, it’s always the other way around. Maybe, just I am the odd one out. I tried to read his Veronika Decides to Die also; because after reading the cover page, I could associate with the protagonist, Veronika. Back then, I too was trying to find a good enough reason to live. But alas! It totally failed to keep me intrigued. I’d rather go and read a collection of quotes and spiritual bullshit!
Talking about bullshit theories, I too had been giving a lot of those since a year and half. But weathers change, and rainbows disappear. When I think about that universe theory of Coelho, all I could think about is, the universe getting together to pull the strings of the puppet me, and giving me hope until I think that I can really fly; that I am invincible! Then they let the strings go. Thud! And I am broken and shattered. All over again. Back to square one. And then they laugh. Irrepressibly.
I have been through all of these before. A lot of times. Life really is a roller coaster ride. One moment, you are at the top of the world; in the next, you are at the bottom, gasping for air. And it does repeat itself in a cycle. What was I preaching all the while? Happiness is a choice, make it! Who the fuck wants to be sad?
Choices – yes! They are very important. And quite ironically, I have a knack of making all the wrong choices. Wherever I go, whatever I do, I eventually see the word WRONG, written all over it. However, the silver lining is that I made at least one right choice – the most significant and the best choice that I have ever made in my life so far – to marry the girl whom I now call wife. She has been a great companion and a constant source of encouragement and strength to me. I cannot imagine a life without her. Being the indifferent, intolerant, selfish snob that I am, I know it for a fact that no other girl would be so enthusiastic about spending the rest of the life with me. Let alone trying not to feed me the bullshit theories I have always bad mouthed about – everything happens for something better and all that jazz. If something is bad, then it is bad. If someone is a prick, fuck him! Go and crib about it. Why romanticize? Exaggerating life’s miseries is anyway a poor man’s luxury!
“The world is divided into those who understand me and those who don’t. In the case of the latter, I simply leave them to torment themselves trying to gain my sympathy.” – Paulo Coelho.
I NEED A BEER!