Plans are a switch – You toggle them on and off, as you like.
Or they are a glitch…in every unplanned event in your life.
This is why I don’t like plans.
No, I am not tossing “plans” into the bin without trying them out. You know well that there was a time I’d make plans and announce them right here on my blog, hoping that announcing them to my readers would help me keep them.
But no – my plans were a switch.
I’d switch them off on the slightest opportunity of having to do something more interesting. It wasn’t working out at all.
So I made up my mind and decided to follow them come what may. I ignored the random fun and happy things that happened around me, and I tried staying true to them. But honestly, all it did to me was make me feel miserable.
And I began thinking of plans as a glitch.
You see, most of the fun events are unplanned. You do them because you want to do them at a particular moment. Or you do them because they’ve been needling you for a very long time…but your plans, your logical and practical plans that you made with a hundred constraints in place were making you postpone them. So my plans suddenly became a glitch in everything I really wanted to do.
Caught between the switch and the glitch…your plans, you see, are nothing more than a pain in your…oh well, your precious derrière. (The French do have a delicate way of putting things.) I decided to ditch both the switch and the glitch, to let the reasonably trustworthy hand of fate take over the puppeteering of my life from me.
Until reason returns… please don’t hold me responsible for my actions. I would have no hand in whatever I do.
So, don’t ask me why I’m posting Malcolm Gladwell’s caricature here. It just happened.
Perhaps because we started our careers in publishing with the same magazine, The American Spectator…or because I find the intense look in his eyes disconcerting and intriguing at the same time…or just because in this beautiful moment, I’m making unplanned, unreasoned decisions.
Read the original post about Gladwell’s caricature, and about my first assignment with The American Spectator, and if you are interested in checking out my Portfolio without the clutter of my mutterings and musings, please head over to shafalianand.wordpress.com.
His hair was unplanned – looks like me in the mornings! Thanks, as always for the insights and the great images!
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Definitely unplanned…quite like this rendering of his. Thanks for your kind remark 🙂