Sunday, September 26, 2010

Jai ambay gaaauvreeee !!!

Got my 9 year old bicycle repaired ( For the 192749872385476837658th time in this year ).
I call her Black B!tch, not because I am a racist or anything, or fantasize black chicks... Just cause I ( my dad actually) got it colored black.
If I hadnt did that.. I would have to call her brown B!tch... the color of RUST! (not because she is Indian, nor do I address Indian girls like that.. even though they behave like that sometimes )
Why b!tch?.. coz she is B!tchy...Eats almost all of the money that I leech from my parents on her maintenance.
Her nick name changes every day, its situation dependent ...
When something goes wrong.. she is the Black slut.
When I dodge the dense traffic  by taking her over the sidewalk.. over the divider.. between the vehicles...and move ahead of those traffic trapped high end motorbikes with guys carrying high end chicks on the pillion...without anything going wrong with the chain or tires or the brakes..., she is my black beauty! 

That cycle repair shop got her so well repaired, that she became spanking new!
Gears fell in place.. The chain didnt fail....brakes were screeching awesomely.. Making a sound heard at a distant.. One accident type attention getting sound...
I got so excited that I challenged the dogs in my locality .. those arsediks always run behind my cycle with their big ass teeth wanting to bite a piece off me...
I trusted my black beauty today.. and went full speed on them...that scared the sh!t outta them.. and one of the dog tried to bark but ended up coughing :/
I went close to him.. and abused the dog...( verbally O_o )
I plan to do something similar tonite too..

My mom is giving me weird ass syrups..regionally called " kadha", Its made of the weirdest sh!t possible..some super unknown plants and spices. .. to cure my cough..( i should prolly give that dog this crap too )
Adulsa: One of the ingredient of the dreaded syrup

There is some super "pooja/Havan"(is the term for a sacred purifying ritual (yajna) in Hinduism ) going on at my home.. with multiple muscular dudes lighting bonfires in my living room, shouting codewords in sanskrit  to praise the almighty. Given the decibel levels of their shouts.. I am wondering if the almighty is deaf. I am not supposed to participate in this actively.. Coz that would mean me extinguishing that fire with a fire extinguisher. So am only allowed in "when needed".

Plus.. Can virtual events, have real effects?


Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Replaceable assets

If an object feels like a rose, smells like a rose, looks like a rose and has all other parameters that defines a rose.. Is that object a rose?
(I was going to say "woman" instead of "rose", but given the astounding number of poetries written about their analogies, it doesnt really matter..atleast not in non scientific terms)

The development in Science and Technology has given us the capacity  to make such "objects" (& many more like vibrators,viagra pills, contraception pills.. but thats another story). May seem like complete sci-fi, but sending stuff in space or watching someone getting naked in Texas,US back in India was classified as sci-fi too few decades back.. So who knows..

So my point being, are we replaceable?
Lets not go into the scientific mumbo jumbo, but don't most of us replace stuff around us? Including appliances, pets and people ?

The existence of the terms like ex-bfs,ex-gfs, ex-wife,ex-husband,stepmother,step father etc.. have arose out of the system as someone somewhere got replaced.
Oh and I didn't mention "friends", there is nothing like "ex-friend" though.. I wonder why.But the replacement scene does seem to prevail there too.
So if there exists something like ex-bfs and exgfs and et al , does it mean "love" (whatever that term may mean, but is associated with such relationships) replaceable?
Has mankind reached a point in the timeline where human being can be treated as an appliance?
Is it that the people who are being replaced or is it their "brain states"?
And what calls for replacements?
"You arent the same anymore"," You have changed" etc etc... So what parameters one seeks for while uttering these words? 

Brainstate is something a given person will be in at a certain instant of time.
That person will have all the characteristics pertaining to that brainstate.
A same person can attribute multiple brainstates at different instances of time, but no two or more brainstates at the same time. One may say " I hate you", but may be liking you , which actually is the current brainstate, the " I hate you" part was just a lie.

 Brainstate, according to me, can be attributed to neural networks. Not neurons, but their network, like an internet.. Some thing which is synonymous with "consciousness".Its said that, neurons can be thought as water molecules.A single H2O molecule doesnt make water, its only when there are multiple of them.. only then its water.

If this was weed, I would be so high right now
I remember people in terms of their brainstates, its easier for me, given that people tend to change.A person whom I found interesting 1 month back may be a SOB/DOB today.. Its better to think those two entities as different people. May increase the effort to keep track of virtually created people, but I can deal with that.

Anyhow, If you have skipped whole of the above blogpost , good work.
It was written in a state of complete misery ,fhaaked up throat and sleep.
You did the right thing.
Now just before you leave... think about this:
The person, you look at in the it really you?

Thursday, September 02, 2010

Don't wanna say No. But wanna say Now!

Am as usual ranting about the amount of work to be done before the upcoming exams, and virtually nothing gets done (virtual work?) 
Its so much of it that when one goes around to just check out the syllabus  with a full enthoo (enthusiasm, Bombay area students lingo) , one hour passes and you are still going thru the syllabus.. and at the end of that one hour.. you loose all the enthoo to study.. and then end up doing everything apart from studies for next 18 hours ..and go to bed ranting about it on the blog and to oneself.. hmpf..

The following pics give a  "jhalak" ( glimpse ) of how
few of those 18 hours were spent by me...

My personal Heat Engine at 2AM, (H)Eat = Work

My Ammunition for the ongoing assault,
Codename: Operation Mind Fhaakh