Header, thou art hard to please..

Its been barely 24 hours since I started this, its time for a change already. The thing you'd notice is pretty obvious, the change in title. What was wrong with the previous one, you say?

The realisation first dawned on me, the second I'd typed it out and clicked the Save your Changes button. For the uninitiated to Jayanthism, the previous title was "Grist to the Mill". First, it sounded extremely similar to the popular brand of a certain genre of clothing called "Fruit of the Loom". If you did your research right, you'd soon find out why I'd rather not be associated with that.

Secondly was just the way it looked and sounded. Grist to the Mill. Psychedelic images that flow through your mind would comprise of things rocky, uncouth, GRISTly being forced into a cyclic rotational mechanism of numerous gears and levers, all moving in synch with each other, some fast, some slow, and yet in unison, and all this finally proceeding into a claustrophobic space where all the shards of stone that were taken in against their will by an unseen force get crushed into dust, like dreams that turn into wisps of thin air you try to hold onto just before you wake up. As any self-respecting Englishman would say, "I suppose that is absolutely ghastly indeed..Uhhh".

And on with the new. Again, nomadic? I don't exactly mean that I own 3 camels and 5 wives and together we sired 23 children (human and camel) and we all live in huge tents somewhere in the Sahara and one of the other internet links open open in my browser right now is www.desertgirlsgonewild.com. No, thats not it. In the past 2 years I have phyisically been uprooted across cities, states, countries, continents, and yet this constant mobility is more of a state of mind. That moment when you feel that things in your life are going too fast and you need to slow things down a bit. Well God decided to change that with a fast forward switch in my case, which means I end up not knowing where I'm going now, not knowing how things fell into place, and what the hell I should do to get things going the way I want them to.

And yet I'm sure that I'm not the only one in this situation, and that I speak for more than just a few lost blokes out there. The Unstoppables. The ones who've been so used to the fast life, that doing something like stopping on the expressway just to watch a rainbow form is a luxury. But the truth is, we do, and when it does happen, and we enjoy the little things in life, its absolute bliss, unmatched by none other!