Friday 21 October 2011

Horn Nokay please

The thing about Indian horns are that they have lost their value, it's a lot like the boy who cried wolf story. I have seen, on every voyage of mine, the use of Indian horns. I have tried many a times to try and figure out what is the intent of the horn, for some of the times there is absolutely no one in sight of the raged horner! Yet it would seem that there may be no end to this epidemic of sorts. As if everybody can't see the green light blaring, but still yes I understand that the person behind me is just about to miss a train. That's what he always says, that person behind me even though he changes everyday. This is not a rant believe you me! It is an observation of concern. The ample lack of respect for other's time... I believe that if I left home late, it's not "my right" to make cuts and curves around traffic or jump the next red light. take a wee bit of time to follow the rules and you will be there in the same amount of time, if not less! This pee has got too preachy so I shall leave it at that. Till I drink again!  

Monday 17 October 2011

Where does all the money go?

There is something about money that makes me not want to have it. As soon as I feel money jingling around in my pocket I get an irresistible urge to spend it right then and there. It doesn’t really matter how much it is, it doesn't even matter what it is that I am buying (for example I just bought a huge inflatable sledge hammer last Saturday .... wtf) I think it's because I just know I can. A perfect example which I'm sure many people might confer upon would be coffee joints (CafĂ© coffee day in my case) who more often than not become the unworthy benefactors of this wretched impulse. The thing is their coffee is horribly bland and over priced. I hate it. Yet I find myself picking stuff up from there time and time again! I wonder if this is a common problem for most of us. My dear friend Manish Pande bought, on impulse, a rather awesome, but also rather expensive Tommy Hilfiger watch! It's pretty cool and well it all comes down to whether or not the coffee tastes better. But it doesn't :S So at the end of this pee , I'm still confused.

Tuesday 27 September 2011

The evolution of the human race

I always liked Darwin's theory of evolution! It just makes so much of sense! The concept of constant improvement and natural selection. Considering that in the past few hundred years the human race has developed so much, I'm guessing we must evolve pretty quick. So maybe there is already some portion of the human race that are ahead of the rest! And lookingly from a purely newspaperish perspective it would seem that this would be the Chinese, Japanese, Koreans, and others with (please forgive the term) Chinki eyes. I have great respect for these people as they are so focussed and hardworking, and I can't help but boast that a few people have commented on my eyes saying that I had Japanese features to some extent! I am from India so according to me and Darwin also I guess, the human race is evolving starting from the Land of the Rising Fish. And now it's moving west, clearly. Take me for example, I already feel smarter just thinking about it. Don't be alarmed my friends if you find your eyes growing thin, all it means is you are evolving and that can mean nothing but good! I have a good feeling about this. Maybe we can fix what our older dumber selves did in the past what with Global warming and deforestation and I can actually see tiny steps towards it so pat on the back to us :) Cheers! 

Looking for a change!

I have looked over my sins today, and they were many. I know feel and accept the fact that a change in my spiritual orientation may be required. I have always felt a strong desire to adopt the more peaceful route that is Buddhism, in part due to it's gentle emphasis on aspects such as compassion, non-violence, the principles of human nature and vegetarianism. My friend Leo on the other hand thinks otherwise. He comes with a different set of beliefs and virtues which is perfectly all right! Why Buddhism one might ask, Since I was a child I always chose to question the very existence of a higher God itself. I used to argue that I have my own virtues and that I was an atheist. Which I am still, yet Buddhism seems to hold a promise of being that pillar of support that I may confide in whenever I please and give to me a reasonable and logical answer to inner questions. Will I absorb everything the belief has to offer? Frankly I don't know, but right now it seems to be a viable option. I make no commitments as I enter this shrine to a great mind, and it asks none from me. I am at peace with that.

360° of Human comfort zones

The thing about life transformations is that they indirectly change your life … Ha ha ha ha that is very random yes I know but at times you can't really help it, it just happens. At that point of time the safest thing to do is meet Winnie the Pooh. He, according to me is the best life scientist to have ever lived. The secret of his power lies in the sweetness of hunny. The purity of the golden liquid is what makes one connect the Lovable bear with everything good in life. At times one might wonder where to turn to and my advice is turn to Pooh. He's sweet and cuddly and can make you smile even in the hardest of times. I think another thing that makes us feel safe around Pooh is that fact that he has no edge. And I mean that quite literally. Round objects are rarely viewed as an object of DANGER. As Children we have learnt mostly through trial and error that triangular objects can inflict damage. Infact anything with angles below 360°. Not that we knew what angles were at the time, theoretically at least. So now that we have, in our minds, classified the Bear as safe we will be more or less willing to listen to anything he says. At young ages the qualification for friendship and trust are quite simple : Providers of food & funny people... But providers of food can be quite boring. So complete faith in the yellow Bear! What deters us from not heeding the RED (Usually a sign of danger) and the lack of pants (teachers usually advise against talking to strangers who have forgotten major clothing artifacts) god only knows. I shall lay my irrelevant, but i must admit quite accurate observation of the Bear, to rest.