Rant & Reason

Part of the series (in no particular order): The perils (and lessons) from living in a competitive home environment One for mid-life crisised The dilemma of managing a house The confessions of an introvert Note: This blogpost speaks to two particular categories of people: 1) Me and people like me with respect to my confession (to any degree) 2) Everybody else who seeks to destroy the peace in my head, when they do*  Confession: I'm an introvert - one who has learnt to enjoy the wonders of my particular inclination (and my particular neurocognitive traits), blessing or curse. It's amazing that I have the privilege and you* should envy and try and seek a peek in too, I think. I promise an extremely fun ride. You'll be intrigued to the depths of your soul. The warning's that it might just disturb your balance of existence, so much so that you can be as scared as you act cool about shoving it aside as acceptable differences, or just plain rubbish. The rest of the co

Two children were walking down the road. One had a lollipop in hand. The other wanted it. It was made clear that it was his lollipop and, therefore, could only be his (because it was his). But the other insisted that he too has the right to it and he sat there and protested because it couldn't be his as well. He wanted his right to be #equal and exercise it.  That how simplistic I'd make this whole #equality thing. There are a myriad of issues it represents and hardly solves but it had been made the face of all of them. For the record, I am not for it for many reasons. #1 Sanctity This particular kind of #Equality hippyises society. Sanctity is not relative. Sanctity is not a term you use to validate anything you want. If it is, then everything is sacred, and, at the same time, nothing is. It is a term that protects things unending. So then, what's sacred about marriage? Any marriage for that matter. We need to get that straight first. The promise is - 'till deat

Society is an animal and breeds as it does, and ruthless it is as well. It's difficult when you are society to act unsociety like and here starts the tragedy. As a bunch of human beings capable of much intelligence, when we live together, we self-establish an order - one that can be representative of any single or sum of our characteristics. Hate greed, love, care, respect, value, control, freedom... the list goes on. Strangely, we have less control than we think over them. We start reacting to our world faster than we gain control over our reactions. It's a sort of a self-protecting mechanism that doesn't really add up to anything worthwhile almost all of the time. More than just a bunch of people, we're individuals first - sort of the basic unit of that bunch. Being the pieces of that bunch, we'd have to start considering the pieces first, and after that, what the bunch ends up being made of. As individuals, we are all, in our early stages (and in most further

From the few years that I've worked with officially run, and non-officially run, organisations and groups (society, family and friends included), I'm pretty sure this fuss we make about efficient organisation is all rubbish. We all have a really messed up way of organising ourselves, I've noticed. Most of the organizational systems we go by are only default from the last ones followed. More than being organised, or overly organized, we refuse to admit that we actually have no clue how the heck we're supposed to, or how we should, organise ourselves if we are to do it as efficiently as we'd like to. We'd rather be frantically output-obsessed (succumbing to that fear) instead of being wholistic, far reaching and sustainable in how we organise ourselves.  We make the truth of the matter that there actually is no plan that we have self-elusive, and therefore something that doesn't interfere with our comfort in denying it. The only reason there's a/any/a p

Here, this story dies. It's natural end has come and is here to stay, unless it is sprung back to life mysteriously. John, alas, is but dismayed. He is amazed at the swish of reply that, only in this particular case, washed away all the positively reasonable social skills he had amassed over the years from the time he was born. More than just talking to a wall, it was like talking to a confused, disjointed thing. There was no other explanation. At least none was being offered. The prayer is that the obvious sane answer was right, and that so was the fervent hope, which John liked to believe, was being held onto. Only God knows what transpires between that belief and the reality of that situation indeed. What the world would be if we were left with no hope is a possibility which, not only John, but every other human being as well, would rather not engage with. The one thing that John took back from the situation was that every relationship, however fragile, robust or both, has a

Part of the series (in no particular order): The perils (and lessons) from living in a competitive home environment My coming out One for mid-life crisised The dilemma of managing a house I was scrolling through TED's Youtube channel and I found this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C3yqXeLJ0Kg and I was slowly inspired a bit write the rest of this post. That guy is right, we way undervalue mental health- even the kinds that are rarely dangerous but which make our minds oppressed and a pain to deal with every day. The larger proportion of people who engage with their own minds less, because that how's their mental make up is (not something that's supposed to be in anyway condescending), don't and won't ever understand the plight of the rest. It's hardly expected that they will be inclined to at all. Such is the stuff of life for this minority of people. What effort we make from both ends is the next topic of discussion.      For about a year, upto sometime ago

*In the neighbourhood people watching me Got to move to protect my sanity Anonymity is all I want you see You may think it's mediocrity, but But this weight is just bringing me down It's never satisfied every time I go to town - Van Morrison, This Weight Which weight you say? The weight that you choose. There are two possible weights.  Everything must weigh something, if it has to be something, if it has to be anything actually. One possible weight is the weight down. The weight that only pulls down. The other is the weight that attributes free, soulful existence of anything. One can we compared to a permanent anchor. The other can be compared to a feather, which really has no real weight, but since everything must have some weight to be something, it has one. The thing with the two possible weights is that they are mutually exclusive. One can weigh like this, or one can weight like that.  You can't have anything weighing like both. This is the choice we have,

It comes as a big surprise to me that we, the human race, are the worst at the things that we should probably be the best at among all kinds of species in the planet - relationships. Basically being the stuff of life, over this many years of existence, we should at least have some hold over their hold over us. There should be a mandatory class taught in schools about their nature and how they work. But, so far, it's our biggest fail.      They have a natural design - one that works itself out in context of the needs that need to be served. So if A and B have certain needs that play out between two people over time, they form a relationship that serves that need. That context justifies it. There is no great handbook of relationship formats, but there is a universality to most basic essential needs of people that specifically include people in our lives over long periods of time. And there is no great handbook of values of the sacred values we need to keep over these relationshi

Dear Consequence, where have you been? I've searched for you, high and low, but you're nowhere to be seen From the bustle of the world's activity, from its very exploding centre To the fringes of humanity, where its soul, its people, mourns Once you ruled the world, you gave its endeavours meaning Tangible, at least they were, without weird entertainment ceilings Now without those bindings you imposed You should look at life now- it's such a bore! None of our ends meet in all the things we try With nothing to direct us, we aimlessly shoot for the sky Life, with any purpose at all, eludes us by and by We're left only with our dreams, but an inkling, and a boredom-sigh It's been so long without you, we don't even know what it means To strive towards each other, without waiting to meet only on the other shore We've forgotten that we're bound so close However far from each other we may be By these strings that bind us together Which ar

In the midst of this fight for #equality, (which is perfectly due), we seem to missing out on a few important details - according to the premise of this post, the most important one. The moral one. Whether we defend a moral, a moral, part-moral or semi-moral stance, we all must admit to a form of morality. A consistent form of a set of rules which we consider sacred - however we'd like to define that. Even if we don't connote a religious, social or socio-religious form to it, we still have a framework that's, in some sense, sacred for practical and logical reasons, if not any other. One that we may circle around when in a moral dilemma but never change the centre of. Morality (all kinds) is something we inherit, which makes our identity. The same factor when overdriven, as opposed to naturally ingrained in upbringing, causes rebellion against it. Society is built for stability. We are influenced, and influence so as a result - opposite its values (in rebellion) or otherw

Dear atheist/non-believer/extreme #equality proponent/cultural believer,  I am writing this letter to you because of the increasing sense that I get from the world around me of what I am writing this letter to address. Let's call imposition. What it does it mean? It means to force-place something on someone else. Now, before I continue, let me say this: the way the world works is complicated. We do things and don't know we do them. We also, in many cases, have to end up doing the things we want to do by eventually affecting the things we don't want to affect. Given the single line of sight that we seem to have in mind, we wouldn't mind that eventuality. It certainly is easy to shove to the side than it is to actually face the true complexity of the world. There have been disagreements, debates, fights and protests over our collective views (on each side) over the acceptance of homosexuality, pro-abortion rights, the existence of God and such... the list goes on. Th

Continuing on from my bemoaning of the loss of consequence, I've been noticing (I think subconsciously longer over the years than consciously now) how we keep trying to spice things up a bit so much of the time. We need one too many a kick from the last one - so much that the only kick that we need now is one on the butt! Our inherent need for excitement is preceded by the filling up of our lives with boredom. So much boredom that it is becoming inherent enough to become permanently inherent. Just like pills that don't solve the problem, it won't really solve the problem if we have to keep taking them - the plan will never work. These are pills that have society's nod that regular drug taking doesn't have. We can can take million of these as long as it keeps the distance and keeps us from actually coming to a face-to-face encounter with the actuality (and the actual enormity) of our boredom, and the redundancy of most of what makes up our lives. A case in point

Referencing from these posts onward (in no  particular order): The confessions of an introvert The dilemma of managing a house The perils (and lessons) from living in a competitive home environment My coming out So, once you're done with all those posts, you would understand where I stand. A mid-life crisis is no mean enemy to anything good, positive and happy. It kills the spirit. It gives 'bleh!' a completely new definition - especially when you get up every morning with the feeling. What's worse is that it has a late realisation syndrome. You get to know of it when it weighs down on you like lead with has a super-high magnetic strip on the side (it never leaves, even if you want it to, with all your might). It's an impossible situation. You're up against a wall that's built to block you. Life is lived with that wall always touching your nose, while you wait for some grace to come through. You're always waiting for a breakthrough. It's like goin

Date a girl, but date her only if you must. When you do, date a girl, the concept of whom, hits you with *that* particular thrust. Date a girl whom you'll never understand why you even date, but you know, deep in your soul, exactly why you should. You should be weary of completely getting a hold of that feeling. Actually, that should be a teasing feeling that you welcomingly revisit and realise, each time, that it will never suffice. It should be a strange homely feeling that shows you a majestic home that's always bigger, more wonderful and unimaginably beautiful each time. It never runs out of rooms, colours or finesse. Date a girl who draws you into a timeless frame, where minutes and seconds tick by in the form of her name. Their name causes in your head no extreme romanticised version of what being loved is, but a clear understanding of what you are to be. Date a girl who, no less than, completes you. Date the understanding, that comes with her, of all the solace you