March 10, 2011

"i believe that newton could hold a problem in his mind for hours and days and weeks until it surrendered to him its secret"-jonh maynard keynes, on sir Isaac Newton.

Abstinence is actually quite easy. Just try what I do. Whenever you are prompted to indulge in an orgy of spending, or something equally foolish, even though it were an absolute requirement, just ask yourself this question-
'appadi enna pudungitennu ippo enakku idhu?'
an interesting variant of the same question is,
'idha vechi enna pudunga poren'.
The first one, makes me feel guilty, about being a good-for-nothing, when it is crystal clear that I am, but I still am not comfortable walking around with a tag like that. The second one is both a deterrent, and is less annoying in that there is less to come to terms with my actual shortcomings. But this technique is only for worthless people, whose net present value would make the books of bear sterns look neat and those whose levels of self-esteem is equal to the level of water in chembarambakkam eri in the month of may.

The burkit road-venkatnarayana road junction presents a remarkable sight-amidst the heat, haze and dust of the city, there is a beautiful tree with fully bloomed flowers, white ones, coloring the entire landscape, offsetting the garish and straight-edged glass building right behind it. A beautiful piece of geometry, right in front of the perfect edges that poirot would have approved of.
Dichotomy.
Life is like that, wouldn't you agree?
Spirituality? you laugh!
The way to realization is suffering.
Come now, do not mock. Madness you say?

The cost of making a wedge-Rs 1000
The cost of material purchase -Rs 8000
look on the prof's face after he notices your blunder and realizes that everything was a waste?-priceless.

Do tell me the story of your past. Would you? No? Why are you so uncomfortable with the past? Can you not come to terms? A lot of denial is only madness. Wink, and the year is gone, the flowers bloom and fade. The lovely green fields will soon be flooded. Oh yes, there will be floods. Will there be hope?
No? randomness is a good answer!
Yes, there is something to hope for. Even the law of large numbers says that everything tends towards the average over repetitions. Human behavior must be subject to this too.
No you say?

The masala dosai, has to have a basic requirement-masala. The dosai, as any idiot would agree is the primary ingredient. Without it, it is only masala. It is like a drilling machine that is not a machine. Mysore bonda that is not bonda. Someone has to remind the staff at the canteen to stuff some masala into a dosai before I start a saalai mariyal right outside the canteen. It is not technically a saalai, just a sandhu. so, a sandhu mariyal then. Don't even get me started on the ghee masala roast.

Come now, put your ear to your heart and listen to what it says. Of course you cannot, and that is why you say No! Listen to the river, or go ask those flowers. Ask them what hope is. Ask the little girl at the traffic signal, looking at the skies for redemption. Do you see her face? Poor thing you say? But things even out, yes? God is not heartless. just a clever illusionist who deceives us into deceiving ourselves.
You see those crushed flowers on the road. Do they scream in agony?
Go on then.
i repeat, suffering is the first step towards realizing.
realizing what, you ask? Ah, now, therein lies the answer to everything.

Cheers.

'mortals, congratulate yourselves that so great a man has lived for the honor of the human race'
-sir isaac newton's epitaph at the westminster abbey.


References

March 02, 2011

A little kid wearing a sleeveless with an american university's logo on it in the middle of nowhere in a hamlet in kumbakonam. His face lights up when a plastic top unwinds and hits the dusty earth and spins perfectly, and finally topples to its inevitable fall. He picks up the top and tries to weave the cord around it and keeps trying again until he sees the top spin. satisfaction. happiness.

I am not sure if he would have noticed had the world stopped around him as he was wrapping the cord around. The only thing he knows is the top, and that when the top spins, he smiles.

He spots my friend's camera, comes up to him and asks him to take a picture. My friend obliges. The boy looks at his face on the slr's display, and runs back happily.
I don't see how life can get any simpler.

A bus, a mini bus, squeezes in as so many people, that all you are when you get out of it is your own pulp. The ever persistent honking is just another habit, a lifestyle statement.

A million little thaeneer viduthis and cool bars line the road at the end of the lower anaicut towards jeyamkondan and gangai konda cholapuram, with the occasional sight of the tender coconuts.

A dilapidated bus stand guards the fortress like structure of the temple. Adjoining the walls of the temple are walls of huts, thankfully not destroyed citing the words 'heritage', 'splendor', or 'glory'. Thankfully, sensibility and the interests of the people have survived. Also, a beautiful little puddle of sewer right behind the temple walls, and leaking into the temple itself, provides a disturbing vision of something poetic tarnished by reality.


March 01, 2011

have you observed, that at times, life is beautiful like the most beautiful song?
or, that happiness dawns all of a sudden for no apparent reason when everything else is going from bad to worse?I haven't. that's why.
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I used to have glasses. I wanted to wear them again, for a host of reasons, some of them being-
#to look at life in a different way.
#to make cheap statements like above.
#my life sucks(that's quite normal).

I managed to get a poly carbonate lens which cost me one half of my stipend. The other half was for the frame, which was procured by a very smart gentleman currently in chicago. I wanted something very inexpensive, and very non-flashy, and I got the complement of it. The sum of my requirement and his procurement is 0. 1+-1.
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The sight of well organized editions of magazines in the house is a very welcome sight, as opposed to a haphazard maze of flotsam and jetsam everywhere.
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The sight of my sight in the mirror is a very strong cue from the gods to direct my attention away from vanity and narcissism, because I cannot look myself in my eyes with the glasses. They don't look bad, but they look flashy and positively gaudy. I look like a street hooker trying to pass off as an expensive escort and failing miserably in the process. I am two steps short of being asked for hourly rates. I look like the women who would appear in unimportant ads trying to pass off as young mothers and in the process fooling no one. I have become the cynosaur of all the other eyes, who ask me why I am out on the streets during the day. I used to feel very uncomfortable when someone asked me to look in their eyes, because I was definitely not fit to do that morally, but now, I don't want people to analyze my eyes with these glasses.
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A vavvaal in the house in madras in the evening. I am surprised, and very concerned. A poor bat, completely lost, in a strange and possibly vengeful world. It is not there on purpose is it? It has no direction, nor has it anyone to help it find a way. It must trust its own senses, and place its life on the hands of whatever it is that runs whatever that should be run. A struggle. Fly away. On your own. Go.
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I found excellent material for explaining concorde fallacy. After having spent my entire fortune on this 'do-it-yourself-prostitute' kit, I see that I am clearly not happy with the results. Yes, I have never been happy, that point aside, I think the sunk costs should have stopped me from buying the lens in addition to an already expensive frame. Thinking about what kind of a walking philosophical human blunder that I am, I think I quite got away with it. Time to do something even more stupid and raise the stakes of my mediocrity and valuelessness of my self esteem.
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Witnessing something pleasant is refreshing.
A thulasi plant which silently sprouts tiny leaves at the junctions of stems. coffee at bakya's with a friend from a long time back. Music.
I would want my life to end like this. Looking out of the window at the rain drops fall on the thulasi leaves, listening to bhaja govindam. with a coffee tumbler in the hand, davara in another, and staring at the residual sugar coated with the golden tint of the coffee, the color of the sun washed by a waterfall, staring at the glorious radha and krishna on the picture on the wall, and.

Cheers.

நானெனும் பொய்யை நடத்துவோன் நான்
ஞானச் சுடர்வானில் செல்லுவோன் நான்
ஆனபொருள்கள் அனைத்திலும் ஒன்றாய்
அறிவாய் விளங்குமுதற் சோதி நான் !