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.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sunk_costs

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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 !