Saturday, March 28, 2015

Stuff - March 2015


What if the alarm ring tone adapts to be the background music of the dream.. You wake up in the afternoon, that’s what happens.

Was surprised to find that Lonavala has a dedicated market for Chikki..Yes, people consume enough Chikki to sustain a whole supply system..

I don't know a better way of laying low and relaxing than taking out the 'To kill a mockingbird' and reading a couple of pages. Especially when you have read it all a couple of times already.. It gets better with the amount of time spent on it.. Kind of like old wine.

For all my enthusiasm to become a philosopher, I can't understand what in the hell Kant proposes.. The ideas are so abstract that it hurts. I guess it's just one more bridge to cross.

Was arguing with a buddy when he accused someone on personal level, behind the persons back obviously (he doesn’t have the guts), based on nothing really, because he doesn't like interacting with her on other grounds. I called bullshit on him even though I don't like that person myself. You can express your opinions whenever you have reasonable basis to support your ground. It’s something to be in conflict with someone, but no one has a right to make baseless judgments about someone’s personal lives. Just not acceptable. That guy is a little less of a buddy to me now.

The amount on nuisance created by biased opinions based on false concepts of ideals, sentiments, culture, patriotism, religion, morals, fashion, social media is mind-blowing. The problem is that it is so hard to make people see over all the smoke of emotional investment made into their beliefs.. As it turns out, it’s better to laugh it off than teach a donkey to write, unless of course the donkey already came to know to read.


‘Whiplash’ – What a movie. This is why I was disappointed in our own ‘Rockstar’. It didn’t have a JK Simmons and nothing much except AR Rehman. At the end of the day, it was a mere teen with a love story. The heroin doesn’t die soon enough.

Running out of years

I am improving. I am like running inventory; new stuff comes in and washes over the old one every couple of months. I learn new things. The old me, me a few months old, was a joke, an impressionist, a learner, a trial or error phase, a dreamer, a work in progress. Unsurprisingly, the present me is the same. A bit improved nonetheless. And the future me isn't going to be a finished product either. I hope not. I hope to have something to aspire to until I die. Or I will die soon.

In this cycle, I've lost count of all the new years passing through me, all the birthday wishes I couldn't care less about, all the pages in the calendar torn away. They matter only when I need to use them as an excuse to party like an animal or lament all my losses lamely, or to recollect and keep track of the near past, count my gains and write-off the losses.


It was a big year, I wonder, every year from now on had better be a big one. I got the break I wanted, my brother got married whether he wanted or not, my parents are satisfied – temporarily. People left, new ones came. And I, at last, came into my groove. The past few months, things are looking up, I am getting productive, less distracted, caring less about people whom I shouldn't have noticed in the first place. News is, my philosophy is not a beta version anymore, I've passed the pilot phase.  Now I have a functional philosophy, with which I can get things done. I have the reasoning now to justify my actions and the confidence not to feel the need to justify. I can deal with stuff now. I am not afraid to fail. I will try different things, I will fall. I have the confidence now to get up and try again without being weary at staring eyes. Or that is the idea at least. 

I am learning to live, despite all the warnings, I will continue to do so. Existentialism happened, just like Objectivity happened, Atheism was a distant basic and many phases passed by. If I am not questioning something these days, I am probably not bothered about it. Who knows where this exploration will leave me when the dust settles. Again, I hope it never settles.