The Rail Gaadi…
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This may sound bizarre to many but I have always had a soft corner for Indian Railways. All because of the countless fond memories entwined. It is March 1988 with final exams round the corner. Yet, I am happy, as I look forward to our annual family trip to Trivandrum. My father’s LTA allowed us to make a trip every year to his hometown, and thankfully he was wise enough to declare it in the other corner of the country. It is actually my mother’s. After going through my school calendar, we finally zero in on the day of departure and count 30 days backwards to to locate the opening day for ticket reservation. Thanks to the population, all tickets get sold on the very first day. So dad decides to queue up at the crack of dawn to avoid the disappointment.
Zap!! And here we are a day before the journey. Mom is busy packing the gifts she has been shopping for, over a week. She is yet to commence on the food packets to be carried for the journey. Eating from the pantry is a strict no-no. But how I longed for the pantry food in steel plates covered by silver foil. Despite being warned of bad manners, I would occasionally steal a glance while the co passengers dined the apparently tasty food.
We start 2 hours well in advance before the departure. After all, traffic on the Howrah bridge is jam packed. Man!! Everything is fresh in my memory. The excitement in the wait before the journey, far surpassed the joy at arrival at destination. Rust colored bogies with yellow interiors, totally crammed with passengers beyond capacity, not to mention the endless streak of vendors screaming “Chaye!! Koffee!!” at full volume throughout day and night-I remember them all. The visual delight in those yellow 0 watt bulbs and the good for nothing fans (which needed a poke with a comb for a startup) are worth more to me, today, than the fancy lighting and air conditioned interiors of an airplane. Afterall, the only option is to sit and stare, at the elderly air hostess (if it is Indian/Deccan) who serves you with a conspicuous muttering behind her made up smile.
I got to relive those moments, again, during college days. An equally long journey from Trichy to Kolkata and the return back, were more than a treat to celebrate the the end of semesters. All students traveling to AP/Orissa/WB/NE occupied almost the complete bogie. Each one making attempts to vie for the scarce supply of girls in the batch, for one more last time. Of course, how could we forget the eunuchs blackmailing us with exposure to blinding sights if not paid suitably(We did find a way around finally!) Also is attached, those memories of mixed feelings when you bid goodbye to parents at the station while looking forward to another wonderous journey.
Gosh!! I look back and say, how foolish was I not to relish those moments. The best I can do now, is to look forward to my next 18 hour flight back home after 15 unending months, guessing all the while who is going to be the pretty lady on next seat (Alas!! there is no way to check, as we used to, on the passenger list near the toilet window for F 18 s).
Zap!! And here we are a day before the journey. Mom is busy packing the gifts she has been shopping for, over a week. She is yet to commence on the food packets to be carried for the journey. Eating from the pantry is a strict no-no. But how I longed for the pantry food in steel plates covered by silver foil. Despite being warned of bad manners, I would occasionally steal a glance while the co passengers dined the apparently tasty food.
We start 2 hours well in advance before the departure. After all, traffic on the Howrah bridge is jam packed. Man!! Everything is fresh in my memory. The excitement in the wait before the journey, far surpassed the joy at arrival at destination. Rust colored bogies with yellow interiors, totally crammed with passengers beyond capacity, not to mention the endless streak of vendors screaming “Chaye!! Koffee!!” at full volume throughout day and night-I remember them all. The visual delight in those yellow 0 watt bulbs and the good for nothing fans (which needed a poke with a comb for a startup) are worth more to me, today, than the fancy lighting and air conditioned interiors of an airplane. Afterall, the only option is to sit and stare, at the elderly air hostess (if it is Indian/Deccan) who serves you with a conspicuous muttering behind her made up smile.
I got to relive those moments, again, during college days. An equally long journey from Trichy to Kolkata and the return back, were more than a treat to celebrate the the end of semesters. All students traveling to AP/Orissa/WB/NE occupied almost the complete bogie. Each one making attempts to vie for the scarce supply of girls in the batch, for one more last time. Of course, how could we forget the eunuchs blackmailing us with exposure to blinding sights if not paid suitably(We did find a way around finally!) Also is attached, those memories of mixed feelings when you bid goodbye to parents at the station while looking forward to another wonderous journey.
Gosh!! I look back and say, how foolish was I not to relish those moments. The best I can do now, is to look forward to my next 18 hour flight back home after 15 unending months, guessing all the while who is going to be the pretty lady on next seat (Alas!! there is no way to check, as we used to, on the passenger list near the toilet window for F 18 s).
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July 18, 2008 | Filed Under Uncategorized | Comments Off
Fear Factor…
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Summer 2008 has been extremely eventful. At points, more eventful than I can actually take. Nevertheless, satisfying most of the time. I am not sure whether it is because of America or rather their “American” way of life that has pushed me to enter domains I would have never dared to venture. I finally realize, after attending numerous interviews, what the answer to the question about my hobbies should be. Adventure it is.
I can proudly add hiking, getting lost while hiking, white water rafting, roller coasting (believe me, the tallest and fastest ever built by man) and ice skating to the long list of blank spaces which I have set myself to fill. I cannot brag that these experiences have left me braver each time. I am sure that I am going to be hit by panic (if not of the same magnitude) every time I would be stepping into a raft. Rather it has taught me fun (life) is all about overcoming your fears. The last thing I want to do, is to look stupid when the qualifier question at the gates of heaven is “What did you do when you were alive?”
I can proudly add hiking, getting lost while hiking, white water rafting, roller coasting (believe me, the tallest and fastest ever built by man) and ice skating to the long list of blank spaces which I have set myself to fill. I cannot brag that these experiences have left me braver each time. I am sure that I am going to be hit by panic (if not of the same magnitude) every time I would be stepping into a raft. Rather it has taught me fun (life) is all about overcoming your fears. The last thing I want to do, is to look stupid when the qualifier question at the gates of heaven is “What did you do when you were alive?”
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July 5, 2008 | Filed Under Uncategorized | Comments Off
Black Gold..
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When I quit my job at L & T, my colleagues and clients were amused that crude prices had skyrocketed. That meant a boost for the business and indirectly each one of them. It was $77 then, a year ago. I guess by this time their suppressed smirks must have transformed into conspicuous grins. World over, prices of gasoline have gone up tremendously. Rs.5 in India is exorbitant. 25% in US is unimaginable. Yet, fortunately the difference is just a dollar; not worth the cribbing. Prices are rising and will keep on rising. The peak production has been achieved and no matter what, there is a guarantee that consumption is not going down.
Mankind is going to give birth to more humans, eat more food, buy more cars, of course drive them more, watch more TV, use more A/C to counteract the global warming, consume more paper and do everything that consumes more power. So what the hell is all this noise about. I used to think, I was the only one who who would start working when the the critical time is well past. It appears the world works that way. Face the fact. Alternate energy is not going to be available till oil is going to be unaffordable for the millionaires.
Mankind is going to give birth to more humans, eat more food, buy more cars, of course drive them more, watch more TV, use more A/C to counteract the global warming, consume more paper and do everything that consumes more power. So what the hell is all this noise about. I used to think, I was the only one who who would start working when the the critical time is well past. It appears the world works that way. Face the fact. Alternate energy is not going to be available till oil is going to be unaffordable for the millionaires.
So what is the solution? Speed up the entire process. Consume all the oil and get over with it. Meanwhile, join an oil company for work, buy more energy shares and have all the fun consuming power. If you dont agree with me, then the least you can do is - shut the @#$% up!!
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June 15, 2008 | Filed Under Uncategorized | Comments Off
Graffiti…
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I talk a lot. In fact most people do. That would mean I am just doing about the average. How much of my loquaciousness is relevant? Difficult to quantify. Thankfully. Nothing to be ashamed of though. Most arguments, misunderstandings, breakups probably occur because of lack of communication. Or rather, the wrong timing of communication. Take for example, the four of us living together. We state our grievances about each one of us most of the time, which is good. What is bad is, one is discussed during his absence. So after a session or two of consequential venting, we decided upon the ‘post-it’ scheme. This worked. It was amazing as to how that useless piece of paper converted arguments to situational comedies. Alas, the trend failed to continue. Thanks to my lazy friends :)
The inspirations behind this are the countless graffiti scratched on the tables and especially the toilet walls in America and elsewhere. Not only these guys spend their time most fruitfully while doing something most unfruitful, they also leave enough entertainment for the people to come (Bad luck for those guys who do not prefer changing restrooms, I suggest you should). Some of them go like this: “If you wish to leave your mark, this is not the place”; “Is life just?” writes someone; Someone else writes on top with an arrow,”Just what??”; “Flush twice. It is a long way to dining hall.”
In fact all families, offices, hostels, schools should have a graffiti space. It would not only help people vent out, add mirth to the milieu, but also correct things. I guess if you write that your boss is an a*#$%le, he would try not to be one the very next day. On the contrary, try calling him the same, once.
The inspirations behind this are the countless graffiti scratched on the tables and especially the toilet walls in America and elsewhere. Not only these guys spend their time most fruitfully while doing something most unfruitful, they also leave enough entertainment for the people to come (Bad luck for those guys who do not prefer changing restrooms, I suggest you should). Some of them go like this: “If you wish to leave your mark, this is not the place”; “Is life just?” writes someone; Someone else writes on top with an arrow,”Just what??”; “Flush twice. It is a long way to dining hall.”
In fact all families, offices, hostels, schools should have a graffiti space. It would not only help people vent out, add mirth to the milieu, but also correct things. I guess if you write that your boss is an a*#$%le, he would try not to be one the very next day. On the contrary, try calling him the same, once.
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May 17, 2008 | Filed Under Uncategorized | Comments Off
Another anecdote..
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All I could think of, at this abysmal moment of my educational career, is to update the previous anecdote with and even more embarrassing one. I could realize that my brain was wearing out, but never did I come to know when it had started effecting my senses, especially my audibility. I happened to meet this cute little interesting Bangladeshi female a couple of days back. After a few rounds of formal pleasantries, we settled down to continue the conversation in Bengali. It felt good, after a long time, to be able to speak in Bengali.
Unfortunately, right from the beginning my ear drums were refusing to comply by sending all the wrong signals to my brain. Despite those minor technical glitches, I managed to stay afloat without casting an overly abnormal impression. But the inclination was far from encouraging. I am not sure what veered us into this topic when, all of a sudden, she asked me, “Are you single?”. It seemed quite unnatural, but assuming that Bengalis, in general, have an artistic predisposition, the question seemed valid. Despite being confident, that my appearance, from no angle had the look of a budding singer or musician, I could not resist, but blushingly reply “No. Not usually. But ya occasionally in the bathroom.” If you are still wondering where this topic is veering to, let me explain. What I understood from her query was, whether I was a singer. Imagine, with all your dirty minds in action, what all ways a girl could have interpreted this reply.
Unfortunately, right from the beginning my ear drums were refusing to comply by sending all the wrong signals to my brain. Despite those minor technical glitches, I managed to stay afloat without casting an overly abnormal impression. But the inclination was far from encouraging. I am not sure what veered us into this topic when, all of a sudden, she asked me, “Are you single?”. It seemed quite unnatural, but assuming that Bengalis, in general, have an artistic predisposition, the question seemed valid. Despite being confident, that my appearance, from no angle had the look of a budding singer or musician, I could not resist, but blushingly reply “No. Not usually. But ya occasionally in the bathroom.” If you are still wondering where this topic is veering to, let me explain. What I understood from her query was, whether I was a singer. Imagine, with all your dirty minds in action, what all ways a girl could have interpreted this reply.
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April 25, 2008 | Filed Under Uncategorized | Comments Off
Ruling… with style..
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Somebody broached this topic out of the blue the other day during the post midnight walk. Despite their semiconscious state with amplified emotions, the point was nonetheless valid. The question was “Why does the Indian government have to be so unstylish?”. Not only the government, but any entity which is subsidiary or undertaking follows the norm.
When talking about style, the first thing that strikes my mind are clothes. Politicians have unfailingly sworn by the traditional dhoti and kurta for eternity. Even the comparitively modern edition, the augementation of the pajama and the jacket are far from being stylish. On special occasions one would sport the infamous Safari suit. Irrespective of how nationalistic you feel about these attires, they are neither in vogue and certainly not the least comfortable. I am not sure how much vote, a candidate dressed in a jeans and a tee would be able to garner. Cars come next to my mind when we speak of style. The Sarkar has forever been loyal to the sturdy grandfatherly Ambassador ever since its inception. Imagine Bush arriving to India to see a red hatted black tinted black Amby waiting outside the Airport to take him in.
When talking about style, the first thing that strikes my mind are clothes. Politicians have unfailingly sworn by the traditional dhoti and kurta for eternity. Even the comparitively modern edition, the augementation of the pajama and the jacket are far from being stylish. On special occasions one would sport the infamous Safari suit. Irrespective of how nationalistic you feel about these attires, they are neither in vogue and certainly not the least comfortable. I am not sure how much vote, a candidate dressed in a jeans and a tee would be able to garner. Cars come next to my mind when we speak of style. The Sarkar has forever been loyal to the sturdy grandfatherly Ambassador ever since its inception. Imagine Bush arriving to India to see a red hatted black tinted black Amby waiting outside the Airport to take him in.
How about the Govenment agencies like BSNL, India Post, Motor Vehicles etc? Each of their offices occupy dingy rooms in decrepit buildings in posh areas of the city. Advertisements are used to promote products. I guess, the BSNL advertisements were used to serve otherwise. Possibly a strategy, in an attempt to cope with the demand. We claim to be the silicon valley of the Orient. Yet we are far behind when it comes to the technological upgradation of these agencies. In the recent past, some changes were definitely evident. However, there is still a long, long way to go. The general impression regarding a government job is one of security (you never get kicked out), high paying (even if the salary is negligible) and great respect (cause you can bully anyone who needs your service).
Exceptions like Dayanidhi Maran, who did a good job had to eventually, lose it. The point is not one of criticizm. The question is, why should things deliberately made this way?
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April 19, 2008 | Filed Under Uncategorized | Comments Off
Herbivorous extinctus..
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In the race between the herbivore and carnivore, who wins. Undoubtedly the latter. Certainly I am not referring to the ecological system but rather my own multiple gastronomic syndrome. I was raised in a family of theists of the extreme variety. A key tenet of their belief is the act of restricting their food content to plant produce (with the exception of milk, of course). It was obvious for me to follow their footsteps and to remain a veggie. Every attempt in my early lifetime was made to make me meet the prerequisite of being a bramhin, which included references to afterlife as a chicken or a fish among the most puerile ones to even suicide threats (which I am certain was hollow). But then, never did they realize their folly of discounting the edibility of the transient comestible, viz. the egg. In fact I was so much into their postulate that I could not imagine myself tasting egg-till one day when I realized the delight of the soft omelette melting into my mouth. And that was the beginning of my endless journey in the path of tasting those amazing creatures nature has bestowed upon us for the purpose of satisfying none other than our taste buds.
Before I continue with the discussion the behavior of my family members definitely warrants some explanation. One of the popular theories (none other than my own) is the economical background of my forefather bramhins (who most certainly would have now been reborn and may be even died as plants, because they had consumed them). Their profession was to impart education, in most cases, for free (how idiotic!!) and to live on the alms donated by the kind people who availed their service. But since the kindness of the society decreased exponentially, so did the alms. Obviously chicken and meat would be the last things people would give away. The only way to escape the humiliation is to propose a rule-a rule which prohibited all in the category from consuming n0n-veggie. Quite shrewd on their part, but the consequences have been far fetched and deadly. It not only sparked off the veg-non veg debate but also created one more faction into the already shattered society. But the worst among all of them was the deprivation of my birthright to feast on some of the most sumptuous dishes (sigh!).
Nonetheless, logic took over my hypocrisy and finally I was enlightened to the carnivorous world. But my greatest regret still remains the inability to accept the dish without hesitation. After all these years of being imprisoned in the cage, I have lost my ability to fly. This transition might take time but eventually it will happen. And I am desperately looking forward to the day when I would be able to relish each of those savories.
Before I continue with the discussion the behavior of my family members definitely warrants some explanation. One of the popular theories (none other than my own) is the economical background of my forefather bramhins (who most certainly would have now been reborn and may be even died as plants, because they had consumed them). Their profession was to impart education, in most cases, for free (how idiotic!!) and to live on the alms donated by the kind people who availed their service. But since the kindness of the society decreased exponentially, so did the alms. Obviously chicken and meat would be the last things people would give away. The only way to escape the humiliation is to propose a rule-a rule which prohibited all in the category from consuming n0n-veggie. Quite shrewd on their part, but the consequences have been far fetched and deadly. It not only sparked off the veg-non veg debate but also created one more faction into the already shattered society. But the worst among all of them was the deprivation of my birthright to feast on some of the most sumptuous dishes (sigh!).
Nonetheless, logic took over my hypocrisy and finally I was enlightened to the carnivorous world. But my greatest regret still remains the inability to accept the dish without hesitation. After all these years of being imprisoned in the cage, I have lost my ability to fly. This transition might take time but eventually it will happen. And I am desperately looking forward to the day when I would be able to relish each of those savories.
Disclaimer: If you are a member of my family or the next of kin, you will be delighted by the fact that the above blog is a figment of my imagination and has absolutely no reason to upset you (I am sure this explanation has not satisfied you).
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April 12, 2008 | Filed Under Uncategorized | Comments Off
Deja vu
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There is already so much information about this phenomenon that my blog on this is undoubtedly redundant. However, I presume that this might be of some use to people who have accidentally tripped over to visit my blogpage AND (as in logical operator) have never ever tried to delve into this not so important topic.
Dictionary.com (Sorry!! I don’t own an Oxford’s concise any more) states it as “The illusion of having previously experienced something actually being encountered for the first time”.
The Thesaurus.com manages to extricate just one alternate term for this, namely - illusion. Since, it already involves the term ‘illusion’ in it, it rules out the option of this being an actual possibilty. Hence, I formally do not approve of this definition.
Though a staggering 70% of the people in this world have experienced this, it was not until 1876 years after the birth of Christ added to the years before them, that Dr.Emile Boirac coined this term. There are an astounding 40 theories, excluding those of mine (a fraction of which are mentioned in this blog) have been propounded by famous psychologists including the god, Sigmund Freud (of whom I am a big fan).
So what is deja vu exactly? The theories broadly fall into two categories, the scientific ones (rational and meaningful) and the spiritual (no comments) ones. In order to warm up, and also to avoid the reader from veering away from this page, let us begin with the latter. Let me remind, before we begin, that none of these have my support. Nevertheless, I have gone through the painful task of browsing through them, just for the sake of completeness. The first one (not necessarily the most important) is the one regarding reincarnation. All those souls with unfinished business, which otherwise should have been ghosts, are reborn in this torturous world to experience deja vu. For further details, I suggest you watch ‘Karan Arjun’ and ‘Sooryavanshi’.
Another theory, which is slightly more palatable is one involving the mismatch of timing between the spirit and the self. Much like a pirated movie disc where the scenes and voices don’t match. According to this theory the spirit visits the space ahead of the self. One more theory goes like this: these are messages in the form of visions from god. By God, the world is really not doing very well even with the so many visionaries around.
Lets, quickly jump over to the rationality. Most of these are adapted from the web and I apologize for not listing references. In most cases the phenomenon was referred to, as a psychological disorder. I bet it is neither fatal, not hereditary and in no way a threat to the society. One of them being the mixup of the brain, over the short term and the long term memories. One another being neuronal malfunction. A very convincing theory is about the recording capabilty of visual stimulus of one eye being superior over the other’s. However this miserably fails to explain the case of acoustic and sensual deja vu. Apparently, in one of the experiments, the scientist displayed imges the subjects, for subliminally short durations, but long enough for the brain to capture them. In such cases the concious part of the brain does not completely record the image but is able to recollect from its volatile memory, when the image is shown again. The same logic applies to the perceptions of sound.
I myself, in the days of extreme boredom, like the ones I am going through now, have tried to propound theories about certain mysterical phenomena, one of the topics being this. I confess of having such experiences ever since I don’t remember, even before my English (Deja vu, however, is a French term) was good enough that I came to know that such a term existed. One very plain and simple reasoning and often a very powerful one when you are cornered, is the ‘coincidence technique’. It is highly possible that of all the zillions of imaginations your brain picturises, a handful of them happen to come true.
It is also possible that in an euphoric state of mind the mind percieves what it wants to. Many might have seen religious events or occasins when a devotee jumps out of joy with great vigour beyond their normal capabilities. This is often interpreted as the embodiment of god inside his body. Deja vu could be one of such phenomena.
One another theory of mine, whcih I would henceforth refer to as ‘layering’ was inspired by Photoshop. Similar to the making of an image layer by layer, the brain at any point of time could superimpose layers of images stored in the long term memory over a long period of time to obtain a unique combination which coincidentally happens to be one the being percieved now. Take for example, you were driving a car sometime and another situation when you have been travelling along the coast, may be walking or in a bus. The next time you drive along a scenic beach, your brain forms a collage of the past two events which may fit close to the current situation.
Before, we close this topic, one extreme bizarre imagination of mine goes like this. This explanation is again, restricted again only to the visual deja vu. Since all that we see at any moment of time are just rays of light. It may happen, in a one in a zillionth probable case that rays from the same x,y,z coordinate escape afer reflections from smooth reflectors, into space and return back after infinite reflections on smooth reflectors back to the same x,y,z coordinate but much ahead in the time coordinate where you are,at the moment. It might seem to you as a vision or day dream, but this place happens to be the same and you experience the feeling which we now call deja vu. Totally unacceptable, to the extent that the spiritual explanations may seem more true, but, still rational.
Like many other blogs of mine, this one again comes with a disclaimer: The theories which I claim to be mine are originally mine. It is highly possible that alike thinkers have published these independently, but is unfortunately not to my knowledge. Kindly, ignore this ‘act of coincidence’.
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April 12, 2008 | Filed Under Uncategorized | Comments Off
An Anecdote…
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In a radical departure from my usual style of boring my enthusiastic readers with unbearably long blogs, I will cut a long short story short and quote a minuscule chapter of my life. Ever since I was introduced to trigonometry, it was a pain for those good people who tried to teach me the subject. Thankfully for me, some intelligent guy had devised a unique method to make life easier for dumb brains like mine. It goes something like this-”Some People Have, Curly Brown Hair, Turn Permanently Black” where S stands for sine, P for perpendicular, H for Hypotenuse and son on.
On an unprecedented situation yesterday, I was tutoring precalculus an African-American kid who was struggling with trigonometry, I decided to teach him one of those Indian styles of remembering things. Just when I was about to utter those golden words, it struck my mind as to what those words would mean for the kid-No less than mockery and racism. Imagine my embarrassment when I withdrew at the last moment, saying that I no longer remember the most fundamental thing in trigonometry.
On an unprecedented situation yesterday, I was tutoring precalculus an African-American kid who was struggling with trigonometry, I decided to teach him one of those Indian styles of remembering things. Just when I was about to utter those golden words, it struck my mind as to what those words would mean for the kid-No less than mockery and racism. Imagine my embarrassment when I withdrew at the last moment, saying that I no longer remember the most fundamental thing in trigonometry.
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April 11, 2008 | Filed Under Uncategorized | Comments Off
Satisfaction..nah you are joking!!
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absurd it is..no doubt there could not be a worse topic to write upon.. thts the feeling that is pricking me as i type in every word here.. but i still go on punching on the keyboard aggravating the dissatisfaction every time.. satisfaction is something that i am dying to achieve..probably no other achievement falls above it and is actually rendered meaningless in the absence of it..
when i was 8 yrs and started to understand the world i was quite happy that my school, unlike others did not burden me with studies.. that happiness kept me ahead in class.. but maturity killed it all.. the envy of the “more mature” enjoying liberties in high school always infused the dissatisfaction.. i grew up some time later to fall into the “more mature” category… quite surprisngly there was no end to my agony.. the college goers were obviously better off when i had to strive to get into a good university which would paint a rosy future for me.. and once the painting is complete i touch down upon utopia… the train of time takes me to the next station of my life.. let me tell you if the great mathematicians drew a graph of satisfaction vs time for my life then they are sure to look for the maxima in this range.. yet at i wont call them mad if they searched the minimas too in this brief period.. einstien is correct on this sole point.. time does not pass at equal rates.. and beleive it or not this 20% of the time of my life lasted less than a meagre 2% for me.. is it because of the glimpses of complacency that i cherished during this time.. let us leave analysts to answer that.. to be continued
when i was 8 yrs and started to understand the world i was quite happy that my school, unlike others did not burden me with studies.. that happiness kept me ahead in class.. but maturity killed it all.. the envy of the “more mature” enjoying liberties in high school always infused the dissatisfaction.. i grew up some time later to fall into the “more mature” category… quite surprisngly there was no end to my agony.. the college goers were obviously better off when i had to strive to get into a good university which would paint a rosy future for me.. and once the painting is complete i touch down upon utopia… the train of time takes me to the next station of my life.. let me tell you if the great mathematicians drew a graph of satisfaction vs time for my life then they are sure to look for the maxima in this range.. yet at i wont call them mad if they searched the minimas too in this brief period.. einstien is correct on this sole point.. time does not pass at equal rates.. and beleive it or not this 20% of the time of my life lasted less than a meagre 2% for me.. is it because of the glimpses of complacency that i cherished during this time.. let us leave analysts to answer that.. to be continued
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April 11, 2008 | Filed Under Uncategorized | Comments Off
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