A Faint Note:
Now before I begin any acclamations to mislead my naïve readers and they begin to prepare ground belief of my being involved in love, I would like to clear some air. This is an account of vexations of a friend of mine who caught this flu in early spring. He had his share of good and bad times which he recounted to me on a chilly October afternoon. It still doesn’t mean that I am not in love. Only that my being or not being in love would not make a hell of a difference because this is the story of my friend in love. And since I could not think of some fancy name for him (I still don’t want to dim his chances with other dates!) I took to the account with myself shouldering the desperation.
A Fainter Beginning:
Girlfriends I feel are a weird subject. Not that my assumption would make much of a difference (they actually are a total disaster). They are difficult to ‘talk of ’and ‘talk to’. Not that they make the talking point difficult but that they make it ridiculously damnable. Now, if you didn’t get along with me during the past couple of lines you missed the point in the first place. See they are difficult to ‘talk of’!
I had this one conversation with my girlfriend at the back of the alley about ‘relationships’. Know what? This is their favorite point of conversation to add some seriousness to the bondage which rests on the shoulders of an insolent bachelor and an equally dismissive mentally challenged counterpart.
So where are we heading to?
Did you say ‘rocks’?
And what more; this talk was a disguised attempt to discuss our own difficult, tottering world which we never confess except to ourselves when we have time and space to do so.
So she would begin the discourse. I will call it a discourse because when she is preaching you know by an eerie premonition that this is not a couple of minutes’ business and the slightest awkwardness in your face pattern may invoke a much awaited row.
So you have this one task at hand. You have to be patient and put on an expression of an involved and interested listener (for her of course) and at the same time keep thinking about every other pretty girl on this planet (for god’s sake you have your own self-respect to protect, don’t you?)
She would start with a friend of mine who lives just next door and is hooked up with a girl (of course) and they are having a difficult time together(of course!)
“Why do boys have to do all this?” she would splutter looking through your face and all that you could manage is to mutter a faint ‘yeah, why?’ while you are thinking about Julia Roberts in that skimpy skirt.
“Isn’t it harsh on your part to harass us girls in your own particular way by not talking to us?”
“Well yeah why?”(Sorry, that was for the last question)
“Well yes too bad!” (but don’t you think that it should be the other way round. why do you have to harass us boys by talking so much)
And she would go on speaking all bullshit that you could hear from any female rights supporter who have in their repertoire several of such dismissive comments and you would still keep saying some ‘yeah’ and ‘why’ with some faint movements of your eyes and hands. Apart that nothing moves. Neither your ideals nor your soul. And then she would hit upon the million dollar question with a special twinkle in her eyes as if she always waited for this one question to ask!
“Tell me; you won’t do this to me, no , ever?”
and you recover.
“Ah! No! Why darling, look we have been talking since the past couple of hours”
“Past 1 hour and 55 minutes, honey.”
“yeah! Correct; Look I just lost track time with you”( 5 minutes—they always make you pay.)
“You are so sweet honey; Love you soooo much.”
“Well… I love you too ..THEN!”
Hugs! Cheers! Battle won!
And all it took was a couple of yeahs and a faint “I love You too”.
And who said love is like walking on a sword. You just need to have your trekking shoes on and be accurate with your timing.
That was one thing. Girlfriends have another exceptional trait. They are consummate timers. They always know when you are watching your favorite movie/series. It is this one opportunity that they do not miss to call upon you. The phone rings as it always does. Only this time the caller takes you off your guard. The call of love is more challenging to take than the call of nature. You know you can’t ignore the call. And you walk out with the phone in your hand cursing practically no one and theoretically everyone.
Calm! Calm! Calm! It is just a phone call god damn it!
“Hello”
“Hello love! What you doing?”
“Ahh! Just waiting for your call ”(Man it hurts to lie!)
“Reallllyyyyyy!!” (whats with women, why do they long so much and prolong words soooooo much)
“yah sort of Really! Why did you call?”(big mistake! Lesson number 1: don’t ever ask your girlfriend this. You lost this right ages ago. Presumably after the first kiss. Presently you only serve and its better if you serve well. I mean you can question anyone’s motive but girlfriends ouch it pinches man! Just wait and see what happens or better try and see!)
“Why ? can’t I call you if I just wish to hear your voice. You are so heartless and non responsive and insensitive too!”(You get used to such adjectives. These are daily stuff)
“No darling, you can call anytime you wish. It is just that I was not expecting your call.”
“But you said you were waiting for my call.” (Damn! I suck at lies and more at hiding them)
“No …. I mean yeah .. well just that I was waiting…. and ..not expect..ing” (shit! Contradiction, will she fall for it! Maybe no , and when caught up in mess use the final weapon..) “ I… love …..you darling! ”(now take a deep breath .. ahhhhhhhh )
“Even I do but you become just so heartless at times that I wish to slap you”(Now ! in the name of heaven’s name , what was that? Cut it man, there are always advantages of having a dumb girlfriend.)
“ Yeah its just the pressure of the studies. I lose my self at times and am depressed.” (you have to blame it man on something you don’t do.)”So how is life?”
Girlfriends always wait for this question.
“ Nothing special. Know what we had an extended session on human anatomy and this Diya was all geared up with her boy friend at that back seat and they were presumably making dumb comments about the class teacher’s khaki shirt and I was not able to concentrate on the class about human respiratory system and I could not understand one bit and then had to break loose after the class on the couple who were again making lewd moves near the cafeteria’s big banyan tree. Hey! You know about the banyan tree. It is 39 years old ! can you imagine ?? so what was I telling you..??”
(wake up man!)
“Yeah something about Diya. Isn’t she the one who topped your class last year?” (another wrong question. Don’t discuss OTHER girls.)
“ How do you know ? you know about them always. So tell me how much I got in my bioinformatics paper during the second terminal?” (Sorry mam )
“I don’t know, probably.”
“38 ! ” she will ejaculate (not literally!)”How can you forget it , 3+8 is 11 and 1+1 is 2 and 11/2 is the date you kissed me for the first time!” (Gosh! Numbers . mathematics was never my area of expertise.)
“Yeah! Maybe, just slipped from my mind.”
“Yeah, such an important date. How can you forget it! You suck man and you suck big time.”
Beep . disconnected.
“Hey!!But what in the world happened to Diya behind the banyan tree?” and you can just keep guessing.
And the next impulsive action is that you jump into the room to see if Keanu Reeves got Sandra Bullock. By the way, we were watching The Lakehouse before all this started.
A Footnote: (please don’t trample upon it)
Now you can have an opinion but certain conditions exist. If you are a girl you can’t have an opinion even if you wish to because unfortunately you are a girl. You call me a male chauvinist pig but I don’t give a s**t . Now if you are a male and you agree with me that’s pretty presumptuous of me. But if you don’t , then probably you are not in love. And if you are in love and still disagree then you haven’t seen many winters in love. And if you are in a relationship for a long period and still don’t feel assertiveness for what my friend ( see I am back to my original self) felt in his ;then check your premises, you are probably not in love.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Sunday, July 6, 2008
What I Believe : Bertrand Russell
-a layman’s take
The name of Bertrand Russell stands mighty a colossus in the domains of rational writing. He was an adept mathematician, philosopher and a free thinker and most importantly the supremacy of the church had not taken hold of him. His writings thus had the grit and wit to express radical and the then assumed unrealistic and unholy ideas with utmost clarity and unchallenged reasons. For reasons as such Russell was a subject of wrath and criticism of conventional thinkers.
With this in the hindsight and my mind ready to comprehend the labyrinths of Russell’s thinking I began reading the book “What I Believe”. The initial challenge came very early. Before late I began to realize myself in a state of contradiction more than often and I then did what I should have done before the beginning of the book. I cleared my insight of all other thoughts. Left with no other cause of worry I began my traversal on a new note and to much surprise found the thoughts a lot easier to comprehend.
Russell divides the book in five different subsections covering the aspects of morals, good lives, religion, science etc. Russell talks about the concept of life and death and conveys his beliefs on the death of body and mind. He disbelieves in the concept of immortality yet remains somewhat unopposed to the concept of the death of the mind. He ponders over the continual of the survival of the brain on scientific grounds or moreover expects such a breakthrough in the near future. His views on immortality, although are a lot more indicative of disapproval. Russell remains terse enough to conclude that it is the fear of death which inclines men towards immortality. One who does not fear death he feels is a lot less probable to fall prey to this irrational idea.
Russell remains opposed to religion and condemns the existence of either “God” or “immortality”. He calls the aforementioned couple to be the central dogmas of Christianity. He does not refrain himself from stating what feels right and calls “fear” the backbone of all religious dogmas. He accuses religions of circulating the wrong notion of fear by asking people to fear few things. Russell on a personal note refers “all fear is bad”
The notion about nature is that it is to be worshipped. Russell tries to break this misconception and calls man to be the king and feels that the kingship is hurt badly by stooping so low for an inanimate a thing as nature. He rather feels nature to be neither good nor bad and asks men not to pay reverends to it. He says hat the fear of nature gives birth to religion.
Its more than once that the reader finds himself amazed at the unopposed wit of the master to make people agree and the reasons that he uses sound just utterly sound for approval. Russell wins over the reader by a clear understanding of the matter and leaves the reader on a note of “Was that this simple?” with mixed feelings of exclamation and assertiveness.
The most important attribute of Russell’s writings is his language and ability to make people deduce in his lines. I feel it was an excellent read and the thoughts that he tries to convey so amply project themselves through the pages. Yet at places I think I lost track because of the unduly exposure of mine to writings of philosophy and that too of genres of such high standards. It still provides an interesting read as it gets unconventional right from the word “go”.
The name of Bertrand Russell stands mighty a colossus in the domains of rational writing. He was an adept mathematician, philosopher and a free thinker and most importantly the supremacy of the church had not taken hold of him. His writings thus had the grit and wit to express radical and the then assumed unrealistic and unholy ideas with utmost clarity and unchallenged reasons. For reasons as such Russell was a subject of wrath and criticism of conventional thinkers.
With this in the hindsight and my mind ready to comprehend the labyrinths of Russell’s thinking I began reading the book “What I Believe”. The initial challenge came very early. Before late I began to realize myself in a state of contradiction more than often and I then did what I should have done before the beginning of the book. I cleared my insight of all other thoughts. Left with no other cause of worry I began my traversal on a new note and to much surprise found the thoughts a lot easier to comprehend.
Russell divides the book in five different subsections covering the aspects of morals, good lives, religion, science etc. Russell talks about the concept of life and death and conveys his beliefs on the death of body and mind. He disbelieves in the concept of immortality yet remains somewhat unopposed to the concept of the death of the mind. He ponders over the continual of the survival of the brain on scientific grounds or moreover expects such a breakthrough in the near future. His views on immortality, although are a lot more indicative of disapproval. Russell remains terse enough to conclude that it is the fear of death which inclines men towards immortality. One who does not fear death he feels is a lot less probable to fall prey to this irrational idea.
Russell remains opposed to religion and condemns the existence of either “God” or “immortality”. He calls the aforementioned couple to be the central dogmas of Christianity. He does not refrain himself from stating what feels right and calls “fear” the backbone of all religious dogmas. He accuses religions of circulating the wrong notion of fear by asking people to fear few things. Russell on a personal note refers “all fear is bad”
The notion about nature is that it is to be worshipped. Russell tries to break this misconception and calls man to be the king and feels that the kingship is hurt badly by stooping so low for an inanimate a thing as nature. He rather feels nature to be neither good nor bad and asks men not to pay reverends to it. He says hat the fear of nature gives birth to religion.
Its more than once that the reader finds himself amazed at the unopposed wit of the master to make people agree and the reasons that he uses sound just utterly sound for approval. Russell wins over the reader by a clear understanding of the matter and leaves the reader on a note of “Was that this simple?” with mixed feelings of exclamation and assertiveness.
The most important attribute of Russell’s writings is his language and ability to make people deduce in his lines. I feel it was an excellent read and the thoughts that he tries to convey so amply project themselves through the pages. Yet at places I think I lost track because of the unduly exposure of mine to writings of philosophy and that too of genres of such high standards. It still provides an interesting read as it gets unconventional right from the word “go”.
On Randomness
What if men weren’t reasonable? What if they were? Weird why man thinks and ponders on questions? Why do we think even? Had I been an ardent supporter of Ayn Rand my reply could have been WHO IS JOHN GALT? For this curse has been following man in his darkest dreams to annotate his wildest of queries. It is quite preposterous a reply yet it’s a reply and a reply is all what we had been asking for.
An inquisitive reader could well raise a point here amidst all the wild talk I am hinting at.
Why am I doing all this? Now that’s well questioned. Why in the world am I doing all this?
So it by all the wit in the world becomes my responsibility to make my readers aware of the fact that I don’t bear any responsibility to any upsurge of emotional adrenaline that he feels during his traversal through this piece of literature.
Let me warn readers who expect materials from this wild talk. Its just the penning down of ideas of a not so authoritative a writer and is all but what a lay man like me could have thought on a calm and not so chilly October night. This might also leave disappointed, readers who in their quest to answers have by mistake taken into this article. So hereby I leave all my loving and not so loving readers at their own mercy to further delve into my mind.
I have often thought of it. “A man is born free but everywhere he is in chains.” Yet oftener has the thoughts of the genre crossed me: But why does a man not break all of those chains?, for freedom is all what we deem to ask even before a glass of water. How foolish of us? Or how clever? But what will man break and why will he break apart is the question . Subtle though, yet its the same chain that binds us to others which binds others to us. That prevents us of any evasive action. Or does it? For the chains are often broken and joined and rejoined. That I feel defines society. We do make compromises yet it asks for more than a pound of gut to accept it. I know I am talking all rubbish yet talking am I and that’s all what it takes to keep relationships rocking and so undauntingly can bring a relationship on rocks. If only words weren’t swords or the ears were steel either.
I know the small lot that would have remained with me by now would be pondering over my intentions again for it is always what we ask What did he get by doing all this? Our ides are bound to this small tottering materialistic world but who is materialistic is something that might have begun to trouble naïve readers and might keep alluding them to domains vastly far from this place or all other places. I for the benefit of readers who by now are getting perplexed by the stupidity of the talk will not delve into the issue of materialism and above all I don’t consider myself adept enough to pick this theme and do ample justice to its creator.
Yet something that vexes me more than anything tonight is why do we cry and why do laugh? Now that is foolish to ask and yet what is happiness and sadness is something I still can’t define. I can understand the restlessness of the trickle remaining . I am delving more than bearable into subjects discussed frequenter and better by authors of firmer and maturer( I pause to think if maturer is a word even but the intention is portrayed) head. So there is no point delving further as the wilderness is catching hold of me and am getting more and more raw in my talk. So destiny suggests we should stop and stop we have to.
Another unhealthy confession. I daresay the word randomness never ever appeared in the entire piece of writing. I delved cogently without coming to a decision as to whether change the title, yet something holds me back and wildly it’s the same which propels me to stop. So worthy byes to my lovely readers and unworthy thanks to my soul to still be gutsy enough to say it to blank air. Peace ho! But what is peace and do we want it even?
An inquisitive reader could well raise a point here amidst all the wild talk I am hinting at.
Why am I doing all this? Now that’s well questioned. Why in the world am I doing all this?
So it by all the wit in the world becomes my responsibility to make my readers aware of the fact that I don’t bear any responsibility to any upsurge of emotional adrenaline that he feels during his traversal through this piece of literature.
Let me warn readers who expect materials from this wild talk. Its just the penning down of ideas of a not so authoritative a writer and is all but what a lay man like me could have thought on a calm and not so chilly October night. This might also leave disappointed, readers who in their quest to answers have by mistake taken into this article. So hereby I leave all my loving and not so loving readers at their own mercy to further delve into my mind.
I have often thought of it. “A man is born free but everywhere he is in chains.” Yet oftener has the thoughts of the genre crossed me: But why does a man not break all of those chains?, for freedom is all what we deem to ask even before a glass of water. How foolish of us? Or how clever? But what will man break and why will he break apart is the question . Subtle though, yet its the same chain that binds us to others which binds others to us. That prevents us of any evasive action. Or does it? For the chains are often broken and joined and rejoined. That I feel defines society. We do make compromises yet it asks for more than a pound of gut to accept it. I know I am talking all rubbish yet talking am I and that’s all what it takes to keep relationships rocking and so undauntingly can bring a relationship on rocks. If only words weren’t swords or the ears were steel either.
I know the small lot that would have remained with me by now would be pondering over my intentions again for it is always what we ask What did he get by doing all this? Our ides are bound to this small tottering materialistic world but who is materialistic is something that might have begun to trouble naïve readers and might keep alluding them to domains vastly far from this place or all other places. I for the benefit of readers who by now are getting perplexed by the stupidity of the talk will not delve into the issue of materialism and above all I don’t consider myself adept enough to pick this theme and do ample justice to its creator.
Yet something that vexes me more than anything tonight is why do we cry and why do laugh? Now that is foolish to ask and yet what is happiness and sadness is something I still can’t define. I can understand the restlessness of the trickle remaining . I am delving more than bearable into subjects discussed frequenter and better by authors of firmer and maturer( I pause to think if maturer is a word even but the intention is portrayed) head. So there is no point delving further as the wilderness is catching hold of me and am getting more and more raw in my talk. So destiny suggests we should stop and stop we have to.
Another unhealthy confession. I daresay the word randomness never ever appeared in the entire piece of writing. I delved cogently without coming to a decision as to whether change the title, yet something holds me back and wildly it’s the same which propels me to stop. So worthy byes to my lovely readers and unworthy thanks to my soul to still be gutsy enough to say it to blank air. Peace ho! But what is peace and do we want it even?
Saturday, July 5, 2008
My First Post
So, I am into blogging!
I am unaware if I should be feeling an air of inexpressed excitement because the existence of this blog comes to me somewhat similar to my own existence, an unquestionable form of existence. This blog is not my attempt to explore any unknown territory within or without myself. Nor is this an attempt of mine to disclose my strengths to a visitor who might have unintentionally ventured within this space. This blog but comes from my understanding of something I read at pairahan.blogspot.com ages ago. This is a blog for me. I am bad at writing inspirational stuff but then I don't need it either. And the name "Potato chips" is purely incidental. I was feeding on it at the time I named the blog and it looked so reasonable , I could not resist the temptaion thereby.
Anyways, welcome to my blog.
I am unaware if I should be feeling an air of inexpressed excitement because the existence of this blog comes to me somewhat similar to my own existence, an unquestionable form of existence. This blog is not my attempt to explore any unknown territory within or without myself. Nor is this an attempt of mine to disclose my strengths to a visitor who might have unintentionally ventured within this space. This blog but comes from my understanding of something I read at pairahan.blogspot.com ages ago. This is a blog for me. I am bad at writing inspirational stuff but then I don't need it either. And the name "Potato chips" is purely incidental. I was feeding on it at the time I named the blog and it looked so reasonable , I could not resist the temptaion thereby.
Anyways, welcome to my blog.
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