It is 3 PM here. I am sitting in my deserted cafeteria on this 1st of July. While, whole of Canada celebrates the “Canada Day”, it is just another day for me. I watch CSI:Miami on one screen while type this post on other. I don’t know what this post is about, or where it is heading..It is a mere escape from work, from boredom, from life itself perhaps. As Maugham said, we write because we have not because we want to.

It is bright and sunny outside. The Cafe is cold. Am still thinking what can I write about, though having a lot say..A guy from other lab came to get a juice from the vending machine. We exchanged the usual hey’s.

“Are you watching a movie?”

“I have a movie streamed, and would mostly write a blog entry”

“A what?

“A blog entry..”

“oh! why do you write? Do you have readers?”

“Few”

“How many?”

“5-6 consistent ones, other random”

“You should write a book and make money”

“Not at all..”

“Why not?”

“I am not all that good. It is only a hobby”

“What, making money?”

“Nope….”

“It does not need to be good, you just make money from it. Else, writing is useless..” And he left, to finish his thesis, probably. He is a second year.

I always knew life is pragmatism and rationalism here. Life works with practical steps. I simply had a glimpse of it today.

So, what you think ? Should everything you do be monetarily lucrative ?

I love life in its irrationality. That is beauty of it.