SH*T HAPPENS

7 months since I wrote anything……………well it certainly points to my creative juices being sapped away but I must admit that it wasn’t the case. Even after using this punching pad called computer or whatever I do still not exist in harmony with it. My operating system crashed twice in these 7 months causing a loss of 5 articles which to me is a calamity of gigantic proportion.

One of them was a straight from heart story of my tryst with fairer sex and I must tell you the computer did a fitting climactic end by crashing and personified my story to a T.
My other story was the one which I didn’t wanted to tell at the first place. It took me a while to write about it and much more audacity to go ahead and almost open it for people to read. But my system, I suppose, is shyer than me.

But now I an raring to go …………write my usual crap with my newer version of operating system and hope I won’t be telling my system this time round……………

Bol bol why did u ditched me WHORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BROKEN LEG OF A TRIPOD

21 long years have passed by and now after all these years for some inexplicable reason a provocating thought crossed my mind. The introspection took me onto a long tour of my small and eventful (pun intended) life. How much have I changed from a 13 year old boy who had nothing to do but to think all day about cricket, cribbing about homework, complaining about insipid dinner and umpteen such inconsequential things. I can surely say that my life was all those years were nothing but a tripod. It was all on the mercy of its three legs. Hope, fun and cricket. My insanity is personified with these words but it was my reality. For all those years I was busy doing nonsense in my classes, come rushing to home, giving nod to my dog to come along with me and find the ball whenever I smashed it into bushes, making a sorry looking face in front of my teacher for not doing my homework. It was all fun.
But sooner or later the cruel reality sets in making your life a complete mess. Fun part was all dried up. Gave up cricket knowing well that however mad I am about it I was not going to be the next big thing in it not even in my colony for that sake. Then all of a sudden iit bug struck me with all the friends making plan about it. Fun was gone, cricket vanished but hope stayed but wasn’t enough to get me through. My dream (still not sure about it) came crashing down. Now, I read somewhere success retains you as boy failure makes you a man. Whoever loser had said it to save his face did a fine job for me as I sought an instant solace in it.
Life moved on, though my tripod was gone with its legs missing but one of them was always with me. Hope, the mother of all illusion. A very spark which at times burns the fabric of rational thinking leading to defeat on other hand an iota of light showing the path to success. Hope, the quintessential human weakness survived the holocaust. I proudly own it, plenty of it and am sure that eventually it will alone make a better structure than my tripod. So I am keeping all hopes pinned on my Hope, the broken leg of my tripod………………………………

SADNESS OF INEVITABLE

Prime numbers have been my favorite mates for more than 5 yrs now. I always believed I could find an answer in them as to how they distribute themselves in the number system. But I never got a concrete answer but I did realize something. They are like our most important part of lives as when we remove all patterns from the number system we are left with them akin that momentous part having no definite rule to follow with spontaneity being the sole essence of it. But these prime numbers are interrupted with all sorts of regular numbers which makes the system a bit of a bore. They follow rules and anybody who defies them is deemed wrong and that is painful. We find our lives aplenty of these and I call them inevitables. There are umpteen instances when you try to bend these inevitable only to lose in the end.
For some inexplicable reason everything we dislike or rather bore us bears a sign of inevitability.
Coming back to the number system it really fills me with awe for how beautifully it resembles our lives. It’s like 54 55 56 57 58 59…….. To remove your doubts on my sanity I will explain this…. Enrolling in your class, attending classes, hanging out with friends, bunking classes, taking your exams and ooooooooops….. Getting a really nasty result …how the hell it occurred…… screwed it big time….
If you still haven’t got it, its like first five numbers are regular numbers which are inevitable and are represented by the first five incidents. And the last one?? The result now that is something totally inexplicable …the prime number you see. The name is indicative of its effect PRIME, holds the utmost interest, and is either a big jolt or an ecstasy.
The inevitable though were greater in number and yet they are forgotten easily. But my feeble mind was not that feeble to let its sadness go unheeded. We always take them for granted and that would hurt it (I love personification….) but have you realized the fact that these sorry looking , rigid yet timid incidents have a larger role to play while shaping the PRIME incident of our lives…… the most unexpected and important at the same time are all a continuum of such inevitable. They hold the key to this intriguing problem. That just is the hint for me to realize that perhaps understanding the importance of regular numbers (inevitables) is important to understand the intricate problem of prime numbers distribution.
In the process I could well be cheering up the otherwise saddened inevitables as their happiness will bring the same in my life. May be, ignorance is not always bliss

Post script:: The one month hiatus was all because of 58 and now I am sitting in my home hoping 59 do not let me down this time.

Ts

My keen observing behavior (I refrain from this habit of mine in classroom lectures) has landed me another opportunity of writing a crap and here I go……………..
Walking down the campus I have noticed a profound presence of one-liners written on the t-shirts. I must say, these one-liners are great source of inspiration (usual Indian way of calling plagiarism) when you run out of your own original ideas, which are dead and dry wits anyway, and pick a few of them. Most interesting of them is provided by Reebok…..I am what I am…..what the hell who isn’t what he is. My feeble mind couldn’t interpret the inner message which one of my friend explained me. According to him such people are sure of who they are and present them in the same way ……they want to say that they lack hypocrisy. I laughed and was in splits on his philosophical interpretation…… it seems they have attained nirvana akin lord Buddha knowing their inner self free from hypocrisy….anyways I do get a disgusted glares from proud owners(rather wearers) when I continuously glances at them trying to comprehend what is written . May be this freak habit of mine of understanding every nuance of it might land me in trouble soon…..but anyways, another one says “my father is an ATM” ….I really want to ask him/her how exactly his father works….. I mean the ATM card must be put into his mouth and where does the money comes from……..well, ahh leave it.
A lot of them sound too philosophical ……. sometimes throwing frenzy of emotions and then I get desperately anxious to use them and I really haven’t find a time when it was aptly used. It is almost incongruous with situation. One of them was (can’t stop quoting them) 99 percent of girls are beautiful and rest 1 percent are in my college. I don’t agree with it for sure (hope my college girls are reading this), there are beautiful girls around but the point that really hurts me is that those 99 percent girls are still elusive. I really can’t find them. So it seems it was a piece of exaggerated stuff akin our politician’s promise. I wonder whether these t-shirts are fabricated by philosophers. Aristotle, Kant, Socrates and all other wonderful people must be having a strong sense of envy for not being able to live in such era because they could have done quite some business for writing such one-liners so rather than having contemporary brands we could had something like……. flying Aristotle, Kant outlaw ….. But anyways I surely feel the contemporary philosophy has undergone a paradigm shift and is principally evident from these one line of wisdom. Seems people have stopped wearing their heart on their sleeves rather prefers to wear their mind on their Ts.

OBJECTIVISM

My philosophy, in essence, is the concept of man as a heroic being, with his own happiness as the moral purpose of his life, with productive achievement as his noblest activity, and reason as his only absolute.”
My tryst with the Ayn Rand’s philosophy of objectivism has started just a while back. It wasn’t a completely new point of view but too blasphemous in our spiritually inclined social structure where pseudo-moral high grounds hold it’s sway. But as an arbit writer (that’s what I have started thinking myself as), my penchant for making unusual comparison with an obscure topic gave me the impetus to go for this blog.
Our Indian society which for years taught us the lesson of collective responsibility is for ever ignored and a “selfish” self actualization approach is widespread. But do these words of Ayn Rand defy the lessons which we took to remain in “touch” with our tradition. This dichotomy, or for few hypocrisy (I hate this word coz this is the most overrated vice), has been an integral part of ours.
Indian foreign policy (here comes my anything and everything comparison) has been obeying the objectivism of late. The Tibetan crisis has been immorally overlooked in similar fashion to Myanmar. All blogs around the world is buzzing with severe criticism of china and other countries. But as objectivism will put it, the own self is the highest morality. The rising India looks itself as the next superpower and hence taking another prospective superpower on its head for a small buffer country will surely mean a suicidal piece of pseudo-moral stand in today’s realms. The blood of few Tibetan does not have the much required bargaining value for a considerable action. Dalai Lama’s so called cultural genocide is too much of an overrated piece of allegation to make it heard in the corridors of diplomacy. Years of Su Kyi struggle is too little in comparison with the vast gas reserves Myanmar holds which is “strategically imperative” for a long term “development ” of our country. The Iraq or Afghanistan are too unimportant in the map of world to be opposed even tough blood of thousands flow coz ultimately it leads to a better and strategic tie with the USA. We are too perturbed with the ongoing sub prime mortgage crisis due to the burst of housing bubble in the USA. That concerns us because it will slow down our economy, the loss of lives of thousand doesn’t.
I salute our policy framers for coming out with such fantastic following of objectivism.
It is hard for a feeble mind like me to comprehend the finer points of this philosophy but I believe Ayn Rand would have expected better.

he and HE

he never believed in HIM though everybody else did. For him everything which mattered was his own abilities on which he had a great faith and would never resort on HIM to help him out or to make him believe that HIS divine intervention was much higher then his own effort. Days unfolded and the rude shock of reality took him by surprise. he was shattered on his own defeat but couldn’t get in terms with what people had to offer coz they said may be HE didn’t saw it happening. This was not acceptable to him and he still didn’t believe HIM. he underwent days of retrospect and attributed all his failures to HIM because that was the common notion. HE won over him.
Clock ticked in its own usual way and the desired result still eluded him. he was still looking for that one break that will see him through ….. he stopped believing in HIM but this disapproval was a new one. It wasn’t the arrogance of youth but a belief which had far more substance and a lot more sense. It was the breaking away of earlier shackles of ignorance and a new beacon of hope emerged.
he now is a new version of old himself who is ready to prove that it is entirely his own effort that will see him through and HE is neither required nor responsible. In fact he believe at the end of his journey he will prove that HE don’t exist rather HE is he.

BAD IS THE NEW GOOD

The talk of declining moral values has been one of the most frequent topics for public discourse. It is occupying the mental landscape for long but are we really correct to point out that the preconceived notion of good and bad really holds good in contemporary realms. Aren’t we overreacting and creating much ado about nothing. The threat of impending moral doom is too much of an inconsequential piece of social engineering.
We can not just sit down and pontificate without looking into the depth of the problem and I truly believe I have a more concrete and consequential answer to this intriguing problem.
A popular belief holds that we have lost our sense of good and bad but they have to realize what is good and what is bad? Who decides them, people who have died scores of years ago and don’t have any idea about what future holds or is it we the present who decides our course of actions taking into account the inclusive welfare of our people.
The right and the wrong are just a code of law which should aim at the benefit of an individual and the sustainable advantage of community. With changing time, the views changes and so does our action.
Take for instance the harbhajan- Symonds fiasco, we Indians were for some divine reasons were supposed to show our pity face while having a nasty words from our adversary. That was supposed to be the good Indian way of handling such situation.
What a shame? But this lad from Punjab had different views, he didn’t believe in the preconceived notion of good and thus he gave it back. He fought with vigor and left no stone unturned to make sure he wins whatever it takes. And the rest is history. What was bad had gradually established itself as good.
Our domestic lives and the parent-child relation have improved dramatically. The child is no longer afraid to discuss his matters and in return parents are willing to lend a heeding and concerned ear to them. The taboo of discussing adolescent matters which for years had a disapproving gesture from the moral police has just been breached and it has proved instrumental for the child’s development.
The hip hop culture of the youth has always been a centre stage for quintessential moral degradation. They don’t like them partying, moving around and enjoying their lives. But why should we see life as a demanding test, why can’t we befriend our lives and amble along with it enjoying every nuances of it. The astounding success this youth is bringing in this country is known to all and thus we are in every right able enough to decide the good and the bad. The saffron brigade might think valentine day as a threat to their morality but the youth is ready to defy their might because the strength of their love and the desire to express is too much for them to not only comprehend but also suppress. Bad influence or whatever you say can go for a walk and to give it an answer in our language we don’t give it a damn.
Another interesting example is our economy. 200 years of colonial rule made us suffer from the Victorian prudence. The raj crippled our thought process and when they left the aftereffect was felt when we resorted to pseudo-socialism. The conspicuous consumption was regarded bad and is even put forth today by an eminent politician. But the likes of Mallyas, Ambanis and other don’t belong to this school of thought. They have worked relentlessly to acquire such wealth. Not only super riches but also the rising middle class is doing the same.
Talking of entertainment industry the publicity whether it’s good or bad hardly matters until it gives you ample space in page 3.Thats how it works for them professionally and should be left with them.
These examples can be given all walks of life where the dead certainties of bad is breached and is made into acceptable , applicable action to follow and that’s for me is good.
In this era the good comes to bad and the bad comes to good and those people who have pretensions of moral police who believes that they have the prerogative of good and the bad, people like an insane demagogue from Maharastra, who thinks has the virtue of right and wrong, the purist who with his myopic vision has failed to see the world changing can have a candid piece of advices from an engineer like me. If electricity comes from electrons then probably such morality comes from morons.