Slinging scribbles

My search for meaning goes on. With variables, scattered and atoms, gathered. I see students going for a class, colleagues meeting at workstations, all of us have a strange momentum to complete five days, to live in oblivion for the two days of the same week. Perhaps, we move to our shell, to find our purpose, sure! I am clueless, unaware, naive! Then to make matters worse, I have different types of purpose, Larger, if I have made it! Smaller, if I have to say it! That way, I would be seen with a purpose, bright! I do my bit, here and there, but its all seemingly vain or plain. How cultivated, falsely motivated, truly corrupted beautiful creation am I? I log in, log out; sign in, sign out; look and overlook, perhaps the mockery till the vapid waves find its stream. I have a feeling I wont and I will repeat these actions till I burn; bright!

One of my dear friend posted a random image on the facebook page about something she strongly felt about, an opinion which was reflexive and evident of the image. It was followed by several likes and comments, some of which were nice and the rest not so nice. Those likes and comments too, reflected an opinion or an ideology, or perhaps an understanding that they had in common or uncommon. This was followed by a huge debate on who thought what on what grounds, each hell-bent to prove his wordsworth (worth by means of words), much to the amusement of the onlookers who liked random comments and boosted and crushed several egos in the process. But, we all know, its a tough thing to put down. It will raise its ugly head every now and then as a matter of pride and satisfaction in being ugly. Now, to have several of those egos crashing down on each other's posts as if their intelligence would be determined by the vile comments they made and the ostentatious 'likes' they ga...