My later stuff has been very sentimental..and probably not 'readable' unless you know me...and i really want this to be something that is general..that is ...enjoyable to anyone who chooses to read it...So i think i should stray back into the field of...well not me....Sol et's pick up the hat and randomly pick a chit...hmm...let's see...aah...that one..(nice texture ...i must remember to ask mom where she bought this paper..)
So without much ado, but to the long and loud fanfare of trumpets, followed by cymbals, then a triumphant drumroll....let's open it...aah... oh..uhh....(Damn !)...'8 on 30 in PH 105( midterm marks....)' ..(Bloody hell ! I thought i threw that away !!)..Sorry...That must have gotten in there by mistake...Let me take another one out...Oh..Yeah..that's good..That'll do..
"SUCCESS AND HOMOSEXUALITY "
Yeah...Not exactly connected are they....Quite the 'Chalk and cheese'..(Actually more like 'Chalk and 'antelopes shot in such a manner that their femur is still intact but my is their hamstring a bloody mess' ') But hey..I can work with that...Don't exactly have to use them in one sentence, do i ?!...So let's talk about the second first...Homosexuality.....Lot of issues her.. 'Choice or genetic' , Homophobes , Friends coming up to you and telling you that..., then back to homophobes (!!!!) etc..
Let's proceed logically....Animals know by instinct that they must enter into sexual union (SWIVE !!(British for...SPLAT !)) to propagate their species...Passed on to humans....Humans start communicating better...forming ideas..discussing ...Find common ground with other people....Start having friends.... Separately (!) start enjoying sex....start associating pleasure with person who is the other participant....Maybe they're having sex with them because they like that person in the first place ( have stuff in common..)...Love...Marriage....Heterosexuality= Norm.......................................PAUSE.............................................................................................................
Now if we think clearly, an orgasm (pleasure associated with SWIVING !!) can be experienced by either sex without the involvement of a person of the opposite sex....Now you like/love having someone with you whom you like/love (whatever you like/love to call it...!!) ..The idea of male/female(equivalently female/male ( women's lib !!)) conjugal relations arises only as a need for reproduction..Assume you are a person of sex X and you love/like person A(sex X) more than person B(sex 'not X')..and you want to spend your life with A but won't mind a kid with person 'B's 'component' (hahahaha!!!!) and assuming A and you are interchangable ...that it B and A are on good terms too.....Why the hell should any other bloody person have a say about it.......
I believe that a person can swing any way she or he wants to...As for why people are in general heterosexual...Maybe...it's been bred into us over the generations.....We associate chilbirth( only possible with 2 people of opposite sexes) with sexual intercourse (SWIVING !!), sexual intercourse with pleasure and assume the transitive causality to hold ( A and B happen togethe....B and C happen together hence A and C happen together (and C cannot be cause by anything else)) But what really happens is that .... sex leads to pleasure..and sex..with the added condition that the sex of the two participants be different ( or atleast two of the many participants (hey..you can do what the hell you like !) ) be different leads to conception...with a lot of other conditions(teenage boys snigger...teenage girls blush...) that are force majeure ( not controllable by man)..So basically....Re-lax.....Unless your friend has a crush on YOU..In that case..you should tell him/her that ...ya..Dude/Girl..I DON'T swing that way yaar......
Part 2 :SUCCESS...
What is success....Success is happiness.. PERIOD
PS: And happiness includes a good night's sleep...so yeah..take a hint.....
PPS: Of course...SUCCESS elaborated...would be somewhere in that hat of mine.... (!)
PPPS: To understand my thing for the (SWIVING !!) read 'The man from St. Petersburg' by Ken Follet
PPPPS: I'm not a homophobe......but that doesn't mean you get any ideas ...(STAY IN THAT CLOSET !)
PPPPPS: (SWIVING !!)
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
Death a la Heidegger
Just yesterday, a friend of mine( Divyanshu AKA Bihari AKA Bubbanshu) asked me and some others a question...'If you knew that you had just one month to live....what would you do ?' Actually his question was 'If the world was going to end in a month, what would you do ?' which i misunderstood to be the first question..
But anyway..both questions are equally interesting and require much questioning and soul searching..so i thought hey...lemme not study for my end semester exams (which, by the way are to begin on Tuesday) and write bout this, so that (PLEEEESE) someone reads it and ..i dunno...doesn't study for his/her endsem exams too...so that his endsem preparation would get screwed due to a lot of soul searching and self inspection ( which, i would have done before posting this... so less closer to the endsem(and of course everyone knows that study time varies as an exponentially decreasing function of time left for the exams !!)) so i would fare better in my exams ( we have relative grading here in iit (for all of you (much)lesser mortals with (much)greater sex ratios !!))So basically...yeah...i'm an RG( one who exploits the RG (Relative grading) system)
Leaving aside these trivialities, let me get to the question... or rather questions... Firstly :"If you knew that you were going to die in a month what would you do ?"As soon as I think about dying that too within a time period as small as a month there's a mixture of feelings inside me just bursting to come out...There's sadness, a weird kind of something that feels like pride and a strange nostalgia...I feel sad knowing that a month from now.. Sumedh Shrinivas Ranade will be no more, i will be gone, kaput, finished...A month from now i will be just a box of ashes....(Waiting for this to sink in, with a sombre look on my face, my eyes scan the audience for people wiping tears from their eyes...) (Disappointed... i go on.. !)I feel proud (not so much now !) knowing that there will be people who will still remember me(more fondly perhaps(a la Michael Jackson !)) whenever they laugh , or cry...I also look back and smile sadly, the hint of a tear moistening my eyes...a lump in my throat ...every particle of my body happy... completely happy, for that one moment.....the sum of all the happiness that was in my life.....Then my thoughts jerk back to the present and i think ..'Well, now i have really embarrassed myself in front of my audience !!'(I can hear them... "Wuss ! Wuss!!")...What would i do..
I'd sit up all night talking to friends...not just talking but listening, hearing, crying, laughing and hugging..I'd stay up late till the early morning (!!(credit to Aselin debison)) just reliving all of the moments...the fun that we had...In the morning..I'd bid them farewell... one last time....telling each of them that i love them, that i enjoyed every moment that i spent with them....and it would be true... all of it... it was fun....I'd leave with some clothes and my guitar....Catch the first rickshaw i see and go home...climb up the stairs slowly...savouring every moment of it...then stand in front of my door and put my finger on the bell....not removing it till i saw one of my parents standing in front of me...I'd hug them and tell them that i loved them, not caring if there was anyone watching....I'd stay home for a week...doing nothing...just taking it all in..HOME...My parents,my sister, my room,everything....I'd tell my sister that she was important to me, (Read:that i loved her( but it was getting a bit repetitive!)) and that though i thoroughly enjoyed all our fights, i didn't really mean all that mean stuff i said to her.....I'd stay for a week...just talking to people on the phone and eating every meal possible with my family...talking and listening but mostly just looking and sighing...Then I'd take off ... go to Goa , all by myself...I'd sit in some shack on the beach, reading , singing, listening to music and just looking at the sea....I'd also probably write something similar to this particular post, but longer...something that i hope people will read...But it won't really matter....'cause it's really meant for me..I'd read it again and again...Laughing and Well..Laughing...
When i have just one or two days left, I'd call all of my extended family there and a have a grand dinner on the beach..with all the jokes and the laughter and the aagraha (forcing food onto others when you serve them...after all there's a limit to what your fridge can hold..)!Then I'd walk on the beach alone ...strumming my guitar..singing all the songs i know.... I'd feel all of those songs..even the romantic ones..for though i have not loved...i can feel the 'might have' nostalgia (which is a bit like excruciating pleasure)...then I'd lay my guitar down on the sand and walk on the beach ... wetting my feet a little every now and then (to get the sand off..!)and wait.....
Now imagine....If the whole world was ending and everyone knew it......Would the people i want to spend time with , want to spend time with me ?( scanning the crowd again for guilty faces...)
Do you mean as much to a person as he(or she) means to you ? Are you important to people ? If a 'very close friend' wrote this...would you feature in it ? Tough questions...huh...Think about it...
PS: There are people who will appreciate what i have written and there are others who will scream "Wuss !! Wuss!!"The first may be genuine or they may be faking it because in some life paradigms(their's) it is acceptable to be senti...
The second, i believe are just posing....then again...their reply to this would be"Bullshit !!!"To each his own...for me..i say F**k You..
PPS:All the senti i have written above is punctuated by jokes...i mean every bit of both...the jokes are the just part of my' "Wuss!Wuss!" 'facade that i wasn't able to throw off, but that's good cause otherwise this post would get really boring...
PPPS:I love you all !!
PPPPS: But i'll love you more if you post comments (Wink Wink...)
PPPPPS: Really......
PPPPPPS: I would have the same answer even if the whole world was ending...i thought that came out through the post...People may not agree to my plans but bloody hell...you can't decide every single thing after considering what everyone else thinks/will do
PPPPPPPS: I believe fully (or strongly hope atleast !)that my plans will materialize....after all i'm asking people for just a day...surely i'm that important to people and...fact is....the people who come are the people who i really want to be there...... It is my whole hearted belief that true love/caring is reciprocated equally
But anyway..both questions are equally interesting and require much questioning and soul searching..so i thought hey...lemme not study for my end semester exams (which, by the way are to begin on Tuesday) and write bout this, so that (PLEEEESE) someone reads it and ..i dunno...doesn't study for his/her endsem exams too...so that his endsem preparation would get screwed due to a lot of soul searching and self inspection ( which, i would have done before posting this... so less closer to the endsem(and of course everyone knows that study time varies as an exponentially decreasing function of time left for the exams !!)) so i would fare better in my exams ( we have relative grading here in iit (for all of you (much)lesser mortals with (much)greater sex ratios !!))So basically...yeah...i'm an RG( one who exploits the RG (Relative grading) system)
Leaving aside these trivialities, let me get to the question... or rather questions... Firstly :"If you knew that you were going to die in a month what would you do ?"As soon as I think about dying that too within a time period as small as a month there's a mixture of feelings inside me just bursting to come out...There's sadness, a weird kind of something that feels like pride and a strange nostalgia...I feel sad knowing that a month from now.. Sumedh Shrinivas Ranade will be no more, i will be gone, kaput, finished...A month from now i will be just a box of ashes....(Waiting for this to sink in, with a sombre look on my face, my eyes scan the audience for people wiping tears from their eyes...) (Disappointed... i go on.. !)I feel proud (not so much now !) knowing that there will be people who will still remember me(more fondly perhaps(a la Michael Jackson !)) whenever they laugh , or cry...I also look back and smile sadly, the hint of a tear moistening my eyes...a lump in my throat ...every particle of my body happy... completely happy, for that one moment.....the sum of all the happiness that was in my life.....Then my thoughts jerk back to the present and i think ..'Well, now i have really embarrassed myself in front of my audience !!'(I can hear them... "Wuss ! Wuss!!")...What would i do..
I'd sit up all night talking to friends...not just talking but listening, hearing, crying, laughing and hugging..I'd stay up late till the early morning (!!(credit to Aselin debison)) just reliving all of the moments...the fun that we had...In the morning..I'd bid them farewell... one last time....telling each of them that i love them, that i enjoyed every moment that i spent with them....and it would be true... all of it... it was fun....I'd leave with some clothes and my guitar....Catch the first rickshaw i see and go home...climb up the stairs slowly...savouring every moment of it...then stand in front of my door and put my finger on the bell....not removing it till i saw one of my parents standing in front of me...I'd hug them and tell them that i loved them, not caring if there was anyone watching....I'd stay home for a week...doing nothing...just taking it all in..HOME...My parents,my sister, my room,everything....I'd tell my sister that she was important to me, (Read:that i loved her( but it was getting a bit repetitive!)) and that though i thoroughly enjoyed all our fights, i didn't really mean all that mean stuff i said to her.....I'd stay for a week...just talking to people on the phone and eating every meal possible with my family...talking and listening but mostly just looking and sighing...Then I'd take off ... go to Goa , all by myself...I'd sit in some shack on the beach, reading , singing, listening to music and just looking at the sea....I'd also probably write something similar to this particular post, but longer...something that i hope people will read...But it won't really matter....'cause it's really meant for me..I'd read it again and again...Laughing and Well..Laughing...
When i have just one or two days left, I'd call all of my extended family there and a have a grand dinner on the beach..with all the jokes and the laughter and the aagraha (forcing food onto others when you serve them...after all there's a limit to what your fridge can hold..)!Then I'd walk on the beach alone ...strumming my guitar..singing all the songs i know.... I'd feel all of those songs..even the romantic ones..for though i have not loved...i can feel the 'might have' nostalgia (which is a bit like excruciating pleasure)...then I'd lay my guitar down on the sand and walk on the beach ... wetting my feet a little every now and then (to get the sand off..!)and wait.....
Now imagine....If the whole world was ending and everyone knew it......Would the people i want to spend time with , want to spend time with me ?( scanning the crowd again for guilty faces...)
Do you mean as much to a person as he(or she) means to you ? Are you important to people ? If a 'very close friend' wrote this...would you feature in it ? Tough questions...huh...Think about it...
PS: There are people who will appreciate what i have written and there are others who will scream "Wuss !! Wuss!!"The first may be genuine or they may be faking it because in some life paradigms(their's) it is acceptable to be senti...
The second, i believe are just posing....then again...their reply to this would be"Bullshit !!!"To each his own...for me..i say F**k You..
PPS:All the senti i have written above is punctuated by jokes...i mean every bit of both...the jokes are the just part of my' "Wuss!Wuss!" 'facade that i wasn't able to throw off, but that's good cause otherwise this post would get really boring...
PPPS:I love you all !!
PPPPS: But i'll love you more if you post comments (Wink Wink...)
PPPPPS: Really......
PPPPPPS: I would have the same answer even if the whole world was ending...i thought that came out through the post...People may not agree to my plans but bloody hell...you can't decide every single thing after considering what everyone else thinks/will do
PPPPPPPS: I believe fully (or strongly hope atleast !)that my plans will materialize....after all i'm asking people for just a day...surely i'm that important to people and...fact is....the people who come are the people who i really want to be there...... It is my whole hearted belief that true love/caring is reciprocated equally
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