Something

Something has to be written about. Something has to be said. Like Einstein discovered gravity. Something can be done. Something has to be eaten. Or something has to be beaten. Many times we are onto something. Or something is on to us. But what exactly is this something? If we would know, it would cease to exist. It would not be something anymore. It would be a precise thing.

Something is our saviour. Who the hell can be precise all the time! Find something to do in the night. Like, write something. Or write about something. Because if there is no something, and one cannot be a precise thing, the one becomes nothing. A very dangerous proposition.

Something has to be tweeted. Just because there has to be that something. A president of the greatest nation keeps tweeting something or the other. And then others tweet something in response. I know this is not something you wish to read, but I have to do something. Write something.

There are two sides to something. The left side and the right side. If you are on the left, you have said less than something. If you are on the right, you have said just more than something. Or done less than something or done more than something. People have a feel of the side you are on. You have a feel of the side you are on.

I have an idea that the world runs on something. If there was no something the world would stop running. It would just become a snapshot, a photograph of the time when something ceased to happen. Imagine you are never going to do something. Always going to do a precise thing. Or worse not going to do anything. Be a nothing. You would just be a photograph and nothing else. The something is the spice in our life. It gives us a direction. Some direction. Something.

The best part about something is it helps us to hide. Hide the precise things we just do not want to do. Like children do not wish to listen to their teacher. They start doing something. Like a wife does not wish to entertain her husband. She is onto something. Like a politician does not want to say the truth. He speaks something like Einstein discovered gravity.

People think that it is the precise things that give them an identity. But they are wrong. It is somethings. You are nothing without your somethings. The mystery a woman inspires is because of something in her. The strength a man has is because something he must have done. The world runs on something. The world gets its identity because of all this 'something'.

The enemy of something is science. Science wishes to explain all the somethings with precise things. It has become so successful over the last few centuries. But to its peril, the more somethings it explain, the greater somethings it generates. Like when Newton discovered gravity, something must unite gravity and the other three fundamental forces. Something must be happening in our milky way such that it has a particular shape (not sure if this has been precisely defined). Something must be wrong with the black holes that they are hell-bent on proving Newton and now Einstein wrong. One something solved gives rise to so many other somethings which we have to deal with. Goodluck science.

One precise thing you may have guessed if you have had the free time to reach so far is that precisely I have a lot of free time to write about something. I hope you do not generate any other something about me. Goodnight.