Waking Life

I would give anything to go back 2 years, 5 months and 4 days back.... I would double that to go roughly 8 years back. The consequences of choices in these periods haunt my waking hours as much as they do my dreams, in some form or another, and never to an intensity that is in any way remotely insignificant. Whatever I do, the slate is never clean; the memory never gone. All my "wisdom" and knowledge, all my understanding to make sense of it ... that this in a very consequential way had to be, doesn't in any way make me not wish so strongly that I had done the improbable at those times. Some were less improbable than others, some were just elementary bad choices with a severe, catastrophic runaway effect. The wish to redo is all the same. It sounds terrible coming from me, for I wished that all that thinking, all this logic and honesty that I have exercised to some slight capacity, would have provided closure and growth and helped avoid resentment. But how strongly I feel it now... in this period, a psychological cancer consuming me so mercilessly. While there are good days and bad days, the trend undoubtedly is that it is getting worse with time. I still believe (and hope) that being as honest as one can with oneself is what will save anyone. To accept and try to move on with a thought out plan .. a solution, and to accept the unforeseeable deviations and setbacks that may result from following it. The only thing I can hope to do, the only solution I see... is to make my environment as honest a reflection of my reality as I can manage, and hopefully find the strength to survive in this world despite what my heart and mind will agonizingly scream out from the abyss. I hope to find the "general answer" some day , and on that day I hope I give enough of  a damn to overcome the cynical side of me so that I might bother to share it (the main thing that got me started on this journey so long ago).

"Life" (My attempt at depressing myself)

Each passing day,the story's the same,
Try to make the most, try not to digress,
I open my eyes wider, harder... longer,
But it only gets darker,it only gets less

Who I was keeps slipping away,
grains of sand in a fractured hour glass,
I try to stem the tide, try so hard to hide,
But time only makes more real, my future void

Tried to find solace in company, but it's a biological scam,
fragmented people trying as hard as they can,
to be something more than the sum of their parts,
the story always ends with a chosen drug, and broken hearts

Tried to find solace in being something more,
till I noticed I'm smaller, and still on square one,
'cause I've given all I've got, I'm all but lost,
the salt in the wounds - what I sought was always naught

Then I realized that solace was meant for the blind,
those that can't see, and have no need to hide,
those who might seek, but find joy in whatever they find,
they're the only ones that don't end up losing their mind.

(P.S: I'm not depressed.... but I was trying to be bleak this morning. This is the result.)

Pubeocracy

I've been floating around a "radical idea" regarding voting for quite a while now, and I thought I'd share it here. The idea is simple- To make voting not an inalienable right, but an acquired right; a privilege. You've got to clear a screening test that will test you on your knowledge of current affairs, on present policies of the country or state, and on the policies being advocated by the people running for office (along with other aspects of their background if need be). Now reading this I know you're most probably thinking - "That's insane" . But really, it is very elementary. Agreed, it would be very tricky to set up such a system and procedure, especially when starting out with such a corrupt system to begin with, which is present to a different extent in virtually every part of the developed and developing world. They would obviously not favour such a system for obvious reasons that I'll get to in a bit. But getting back to the main point at hand, ignoring the question of how to set it up (which is by no means impossible), why is it so crazy? Think about it. The only criteria for a person to vote, technically speaking, is that they have pubic hair. That's it. Everything else is assumed.... quite falsely at that. That they'll be politically aware - false; that they'll be pro-active - False; that they'll vote in the best interest of their country - false; that they know what is in the best interest of their country because they know of the major issues of the country at that time, and the relation of the country with other nations - false,.... and on and on. A major reason why democracy at present doesn't work is that politicians are simply bought by corporations, and lobbyists, and so you largely are voting for puppets. But another part is that people simply don't pay attention to what the situation of the country or state is, what the policies being pushed by the candidates are, what are their track records,etc. The moment you have a populous that is aware of these issues and takes their ability to vote as a serious right that needs to be exercised, you'll  just as suddenly have a system which will put immense pressure on the political system which will permit no phonies, as it will be constantly scrutinized. The whole buying of politicians thing will be harder, new ideas will be required to fix old problems, and people will be able to determine if they make sense or not with regards to their knowledge of the issue. It won't be perfect, it won't be flawless, and it will have setbacks... but over time, there will most probably be a definite trend of progress, where by progress I mean making definite strides forward in fixing outstanding issues (market stability, development and prosperity,global standing, etc) .
That is what democracy ought to be, if you ask me and if I dare wish it to be such. You may very well retort that classically or conventionally that is not the true definition (which anyway would not be a wholly accurate thing to say), but even if it were... I then say change the damn definition. For me, the definition of democracy as is is not what's most important. The question ought to be: What system involving the participation of people will be the most productive, and will lead to maximum efficiency, ...both being seen with respect to the country or state? If that is the question, then just screening people on the basis of their age, irregardless of what they know at a bare minimum (ideally, what they understand should matter, but that is probably impossible to test in this context completely) is absolute lunacy... and I hope you agree.
When people vote of course some are informed, and some are not. The net effect by appropriate weighting , is that the impact of the informed cancels out with the impact of the uninformed, and all that you're left with are the constructively added up pubic hairs. Admit it, you know it .... we have a Pubeocratic system. Nothing more. Perhaps, something less.

Dear Allahabad

Oh... I'm in such a giving mood today! I wrote the following poem a week ago, after one of the worst travel experiences of my life finally ended. It was in a "city" in India called Allahabad, a hot, horrid place, with terribly undeveloped.... everything, especially roads, virtually no traffic signals, and some of the worst "hotels" you can possibly imagine. You literally cannot travel 750 meters in the "city" without seeing at least 3 cows (I checked... I'm serious). It has hideous traffic problems, and it was worse than Dhaka as far as what I saw from both cities... and Dhaka in Bangladesh as some of you may know, is the most densely populated place in the world, with probably the worst traffic jams. For me, Allahabad was worse. It has nothing to do with density, it's just that their roads are thinner than pubic hairs. Annnyway, in other news, Allahabad suffered a tragedy yesterday (as of this writing) in a bomb being exploded in a slum area,... and 4 or 5 people died. So if you're from Allahabad and have stumbled here.... I do feel sorry for you, but I seriously hate your city. If you dislike me for this post, that's fine, but please... I insist, let it be for the content of my poisonous poem, and the aforementioned lines, and not for the timing of this post. I'm a busy guy who forgets stuff... so I might forget to post this, and I really don't want to do that. So yeaaa... sorry for the timing, and for you living in such a shitty place.

So yes, I was there to attend an interview for an institute that I was shortlisted for. Unfortunately.... there was no accommodation provided, so we all had to fend for ourselves. Long story short, the first 24 hours in the city was really, really terrible. I hardly slept at all , I ate two samosas, and to travel to this institute by the only means of transport till there.... which is 20 kms from the main city, it takes a little over an hour due to miscellaneous reasons. I didn't get through by the way. My interview was good, but as the poem will reveal, my written test was done without sleep... which probably cost me my PhD from this place. This "place" by the way is one of the best in my country, and it's a tragedy that it's located in a festering hell hole. Without any further ado.... the poem (my attempt to find something silly and funny after an academic tragedy):

Oh Allahabad, you crappy hell ho',
A bovine slum more than an actual city,
Shoud've been clear from the get go,
that you were gonna be totally shitty

Landed in your domestic airport,
that really is a military base,
Can't handle more than a plane a day,
You don't even have baggage claim

Drove into the cursed center,
In a taxi that was a broken down van,
Once he let me know the rate per kilometer,
I thought "I'm gonna smack you, as hard as I can"

Couldn't find a place to stay,
'Cause it was wedding season,
Finally believed the lies of a cycling rick,
Come to think of it ... for no rhyme or reason

He got me booked in "Lakshmi Hotel",
Oh, how I wish now that I had thought some more,
It was so damn hot that I ended up taking,
a shower in a bathroom with no walls.. or door

The room I booked was supposed to have an air cooler,
Pity they didn't tell me that someone stole the fan,
After a night of baking heat, no food and constant yelling,
You bet your ass, in the morning I ran!

Went to the golden institute that called me,
Hosting interviews for the chosen few,
Asked them politely if they could have a room for me,
They said "Buddy, you're smart, but hey.. fuck you."

Now regrettably returning to my wretched room,
In an autorickshaw where there's no room to sit,
Reason being they fit 12 in a vehicle meant for 6,
The worst part - my face received someone elses spit

I so would have looked for another room,
But all I could do was crash in my own sweat,
It was 46 degrees centrigrade, 115 degrees fahrenheit,
A temperature at which you really wished for your death

4 hours of sweaty,restless sleep later,
I ran out again, I swear I could yell,
Traveled for 2 hours in desperation,
I finally found an actual hotel

I smiled and cried, and ran inside,
The a.c. filling me with joy and mirth,
Till I suddenly realized something,
That guaranteed me six feet under the earth

The golden institute had the test tomorrow,
And I haven't slept a decent wink,
I'd better pull off an all-nighter,
Or else they'll toss me like spunk from their slink

I'll cut to the chase, it was bearable from there,
And sadly, I did not get through,
But going back to Allahabad is something,
that being at gun point wouldn't get me to do.

Someone's totally fictitious 2 year journey inside the perilous labyrinth of love

• Hmmm, this woman is really interesting. She has the potential to be my best friend.
• What the fuck? She wants to kiss me? She's kissing me. Ok... this is weird
• Think (narrator), what have you got to lose in all of this? Well, everything... your mind and heart. But... but, think of the reward! What if it works! I'll do it! *resumes kissing*
• I'm so much at peace! Plus making out is awesome! Physics and studies... what me worry? What me CARE?!!
• Errmmm... I think ... I think I'm in love with you. I can't stop thinking about you and want you around all the time.
• Yes, we're in a relationship. But I prefer not to think of it that way. Too binding... it ruins everything.
• We are SO in a relationship. I'm hers and she's mine! Woo HOOooOOO! Nothing can fuck me now.
• Babe... I need to think about physics and my future for a while. I'm not getting the time for the studies... my future will be fucked if I go on this way. I need a month or two to really crack down.
• Welcome back babe. Let's find that apartment you need.
• Awesome. You've got that job you need to have. Now you can feel "complete".. like you wanted.
• Cool... you've got your place. But ... it's not cool if I "stay" stay here? You don't want me to pay the rent, since I stay in the city... but I can visit? Errmm... ok.
• Hon, what's wrong? Ok... nothing. Are you sure?  ... Hon... you don't need to scream. I'll give you your space. I was just asking.
• Yes hon, I'll move my bag from the side of the bed and keep it in the corner. Sorry for forgetting.
• Ok hon... you're stressed. But you are yelling at everyone and losing your temper a lot. Maybe the job and the studies is getting too much to handle.
• Oh hon... so sorry you quit your job. But you do look more relaxed. (person a): Yeah, she looks so relaxed. She's the old (beloved) again. *group hug*
• Hmmm... we're only happy when we're in bed. We don't talk much anymore, she doesn't share much. It's just the stress I guess. It'll be better once all of this is done... whenever that is. Think long term.
• Picking up your old boyfriend from another city because of a promise you made to him a while back. It's ok. It's cool. I'm understanding. Go ahead.
• (Others): I don't know how he's so cool through all of this. I would be f*in batshit. *Narrator is honest enough to admit he's a little (cough) disturbed. He would not be if "they" were happily together though.. at the time*
• We're going on a trip tomorrow. This was distant, but nice. I love you
• Ok... why aren't you talking me now? You want your space I guess, but I don't get why you're happy with everyone else BUT me?!
• And we're back. Fuck that trip added more of a barrier between us. Things are really strained.
• What?! You're breaking up with me?! This is FUCKED UP! I have put up with shit in all of this and said absolutely nothing! No one else would have done the same! And after all of that... THIS! Fuck this shit! *storms out.... rides 25 kms to his own place*
• *immediately rides the 25 kms back* I'm sorry I acted like that. It was too much for me to handle. I'll try to be more mature, and accept this as just things not working out rather than a "rejection".
• Ok... I'm still coming over to this place. Why? I still want things to work out... but it's over. Meh... I don't know what I'm doing anymore. My life is absolutely shit. Hasn't been this shitty in years.
• "No, it's no problem. I don't mind sleeping alone on a mattress in the living room. It's cool." What the fuck am I DOING?!!! 
• Oh you came out. No... no... I was just falling asleep. Wait.... don't go. Please. I love you. *kiss*
• Ok... so we're done, but not done. We're getting the milk for free. That's fine. 
• Fine... so we are going out. It's nice and mellow. Lacks the sparks of round 1. We argue more often. But we've grown. Yea... that's it. We're more evolved now. The worst is behind us. It's only going to get better from now on.... eventually. 
• Oh. So you left town because you couldn't stand me anymore, you had a breakdown of sorts, and now that you are set back in your studies, you resent me even more? I've compounded on the resentment over you having left your job. You left that job because of me, because I couldn't give you space by not saying a word, becoming transparent, and only responding when spoken to? Oh fuck... this doesn't bode well for me. Ok ... women are weird. From now on I won't yell, curse or get upset anymore over anything around her.... no negative emotion display. I'll be my mellowest best. And absolutely NO honest talk with her. Good bye truth, good bye crying. She'll be better now.
• We're working it out right? It's much better isn't it? Anyway... it FEELS much better for me. She seems better. *shrugs* 
• YAY! I am done with this fucking University. Goodbye hell. Hello vacations. Oh, you're going home again. That's cool. I'll be looking to work with some professors anyway.
• Alright! Some guy in Chennai has taken me! And I love it here. But I miss you so much. Hmm... that's ok. You don't need to tell me anything. Less is more... I guess.
• I'm back! Man... doing the project and preparing for the tests simultaneously would not have been possible. It would have only gotten harder and more demanding in time. I'm just going to focus on the tests.
• Ok. I WISH there was fighting! It's mostly dead air nowadays. Unemotional. Why doesn't she love me? I've tried to do everything she wanted me to do. Can't she see that I've evolved? She says she does... but acts like she doesn't.
• The bed is the only good thing these days. Hmm... you have a nice new apartment, and the new roommates are nice. 
• Crap. My entrances thus far have gone bust. But I'm trying. What?! You've been avoiding me.. FOR me? To give me the "study space" I need?  *That's considerate I guess.... but if I had you, I wouldn't care if the world ended tomorrow, leave alone a stupid exam*
• Fuck. Our friend threw noodles on me because I jokingly called her a drunk. This is a bit fucked up. I'm apologizing my ass off... and I've really done nothing wrong. Don't people get jokes any more?! This is insane. I've done nothing wrong, but I'm apologizing. See... everyone says I did nothing wrong, and she probably acted that way because she was drunk. Our friend was drunk - that's it. But why do I feel bad? Yes... I need to explain off and resolve everything *Narrator often forgets key points sometimes - You can't reason with a drunk person ... sometimes*
• Ok, you don't need to call me when your friends are called over anymore. No... I'm fine. You're feeling fine and I can discuss anything? Ok... I resent the fact that we aren't sharing anything anymore. What is this? What do we have really? What are we?  .... What?!!!! What do you mean there is no us anymore? Yes, you did tell me you don't see us as something in the future, and it's really commitment that's keeping "us" together... but still, I thought there was some scope for the future. I 'm really trying my best every time I open my mouth and speak in this allowed decibel level, with pre-approved words to not upset you or "hurt" you, I try my hardest to watch whatever I say rather than being honest... and I am working on all those habits and actions I have that you don't approve of. Does that mean nothing? Ok... you've made it very clear that you don't see a future or anything else for that matter... and are trying to give it a chance as friends. But then why prolong this facade? What is THIS?! We're either friends, or we're something more. Which is it? What are we? Tell me once and for all... because I really am at the end of my tether this time. I've tried and tried, and at this point in time I am really tired. I have nothing more to give. I'm spent. And I've unfortunately come at a logical conclusion that this cannot work out, and when I come to a logical conclusion... it is beyond my ability to overcome it unless I learn something FANTASTICALLY new. So decide.
• Ok.. that was quick. Fine, we're done. I'm at peace. I've thought it through, and I had closure logically. It can't go on.
• Yes, it's nice for you to meet up with me. Yes, my exam is in a few days, and boy have I been working since you've been gone! I miss you emotionally, I still long for you, and I still love you.... but logically, it's done, it's resolved - it won't work out unless something new is attempted. Glad to see you're happy with me... that's refreshing. She's smiling... god how I miss her! How I wish....! But it won't work. Oh... you love me too, but find it too hard with me? That's ok. *Wait... why is this hug turning into a kiss. Fuck it... I'm not kissing back. Stand stilll ... just freeze. Good boy.. well done! You've finally grown a pair!*
• YES! I somehow cleared the merit list despite my crazy mistakes! NOTHING can ruin this mood I'm in now! Let's see you try God! You eff with me a lot fate... but I am on a huge high, and killing this mood is impossible! Fuck yea, 98 percentile! I'm getting called for interviews everywhere!
  What's that I just heard you say mutual friend, aka person a? Don't try to fool me! You can't. I'm not an idiot, though many may think so. Is it what I think it is?
  *Person a nods*
  Person a: "I can't tell you though... I promised her."
  Narrator: Ok... she's dating her roommate. FUUUUUuuuuuuUUUUCCK!!!! *bangs head on wall*
  
  The End. 

Update: I thought I'd add the song here that I was singing to myself for almost a month, right from the end of my trip to Bangladesh up to the Allahabad fiasco. I caught myself singing it AGAIN today... so yea, it's still playing in my head. Quite an appropriate song ...

The World's Dilemma / a random discussion aimed at giving you a cerebral massage

The world is pretty much... fucked. Or to say it more accurately, is constantly being fucked by certain people/groups whose actions and choices have a larger consequence on the world we live in. The real problem is that we let them. The real question is "why?". As a teenager, before the internet what it is today, I believed that the main problem is that we are all too mired in the habit of being both apathetic and distrustful; but fundamentally, if we could , we would make a difference. We would buckle down, do the "right" thing, and correct for errors like a good and proper democracy should.... if only we had the knowledge and capacity. If only. The habit made a lot of sense in the past, since our capacity to be truly informed on what is going on, leave alone making a difference, would have seemed like a fantasy. But with the internet, and its nature as of today... and what one could project about it in the future to within safe limits, there is absolutely no grounds to think that we can neither be informed, nor make a change. People are quite aware of this fact, and there have been a  lot of stupid "movements" created to create "change". For instance, the stupid "Kony"  movement that achieved nothing other than causing a jerk off showdown in San Francisco, and the Indian "Jan Lokpal" movement, that sounds pretty nice if you know nothing, but then sounds disastrous when you realize that what is being promoted is a parallel government with an unregulated body with nearly unlimited policing powers... without the ability of the members being incriminated. So "movements" like these take off in the "shit not hitting the fan" parts of the world, which may or may not even have a clear purpose (which is a major drawback of the "Occupy" movement/s) , are not carefully structured, are followed by people who haven't bothered to get thoroughly informed, and that achieve nothing... on account of it really being a jerk off movement in disguise (as my description attests to quite well). It has taken the "shit hitting the fan" situations in Egypt, Libya and Greece to really make the ones in power... shit their pants. And the fact that it takes such extreme situations of do or die, before people really do, that makes it clear what the real problems are.
1) People are too damn selfish: Think of "the prisoner's dilemma", that classic game from game theory. People will always choose the route that maximizes their chances. Given two prisoners caught in a crime, one prisoner will sellout the other if he can get a better deal, and odds are both will try this resulting in an outcome that is not the most "profitable" to either. And people do unfortunately think like this most of the time in all applicable contexts. It's precisely this driving force that make corporations, bankers and politicians screw people over time and time again. Their personal interests trump those of the people they serve or cater to, the environment, and everything else. Sometimes this is driven by sheer greed, sometimes to be competitive as in a political and business arena. Most of the time, I guess, it's both.
2)We don't have a set of "societal ground rules", aka the diversity problem : We live in a world where people choose to make science a matter of belief, and belief an issue of principle. All of this being a consequence of the aforementioned selfish point, coupled to that wonderfully disastrous property in humans to choose comforting beliefs over facts. But choosing comforting beliefs over facts in one thing, insisting that it should be what EVERYONE follows is wholly another. This gets nicely and thoroughly exploited by corrupt politicians and interest groups. I forgot to mention our desire to belong in a tribe, but sure, toss it in. The point stays the same.
3)Empathy: We have a limited capacity for empathy. When we did belong in small tribes, as we did for most of the 200,000 years we've been on Earth, it was quite easy to care about and suffer the consequences of our actions on account of being tribe leader. We simply cannot expect the same concern, or more importantly... the same level of concern out of our present leaders - business, state or otherwise, following their actions. It's this that makes waging wars and screwing the masses quite easy. ( This by the way is not a wishful thought. It's based on a couple of studies done on apes , a very interesting one was done in 2008, where I first got to know of this, and there have been studies on humans as well. I will try to find the link to the 2008 study and other interesting ones, and add it to the comments. The point is - empathizing with millions is impossible, and being unable to do that and have that level of personal impact as a consequence of ones actions makes the actions far easier to perform. It's one thing to think of starving people in Africa and feel bad... it's another thing to experience it personally. )

Having stated these it seems pretty damn bleak. After all, I've really just said that human nature and limitations is fundamentally to account for our shortcomings as a society, and there is no magical technology, no fancy app, nothing at all that will make much of a difference. Even if we had unlimited resources, it wouldn't do anything. You'd think that if there was plenty of water to go around, there wouldn't be the middle east crisis. But unfortunately, our society is structured in a hierarchical way (a triangular one)*, so that people at the top will have more influence.... they again cannot empathize with everyone, and they will follow through on the prisoner's dilemma route and look out for number one. You will have uneven distribution, you will have conflict. Mind you, this will be even in a system where we had EVERYONE equal, and I mean equal in a very strict way - same skills, talents, intelligence, etc, all the properties that go into deciding where one lands up in this hierarchy. If you try to fit all these people in the system, some will end up in the lower strata and fewer in the upper. In this case, luck and chance will have a dominant role in deciding placement, as opposed to our real world situation of having a better degree, having more talent, having influence, kissing ass, performing sexual favours, and so on. So even in a world with perfectly "identical" people, we will require this hierarchy for corporations, institutions and so on... and you WILL have people in the bottom ( This, by the way, is a pretty good argument for requiring a safety net to provide "basic needs" to all people in a society.... but I won't get into that). You could now imagine a future where robots did all our work, there was no hierarchy anymore, we DID have unlimited resources. In this world, it may be possible to have everything "right". But seeing how this is certainly not going to be in the near or even distant future, a solution ought to be sought.


I personally don't think it's hopeless for us. There are certainly solutions, but none that can be very easily implemented in the present. Indeed, getting some of these solutions going would lead to a Catch 22, and may thus never get going ever. I would have provided my personal solution/s (which are only two really) , but because they'd be a tad bit controversial, and because I'm as tired of writing now as you are by reading what I've written... I think I'll save it for later, if the desire and/or necessity arises. This anticlimactic situation of course does allow you to imagine your own solutions, or to just disagree and say "we're all screwed". Either way... you can end the movie any way you see fit, the play will follow its own course anyway.

* You might be wondering whether any other hierarchy other than the "triangular" one is possible... maybe "rectangular" one. Surely, not every hierarchy will lead to this "dilemma". Well, that may be... but I think we are stuck with the triangular one till we get the robots to do our stuff and take over us. Here's why. You need a system that is going to be stable in managing a growing population, and that has to cater to the needs of as many people as possible. You've also got to take into account human limitation. It is impossible for a person to effectively manage more than a certain finite number of people. So you need all those farmers and hunters, the sewer cleaners and so on. You need them to be managed, and those managers need to be managed and so on. When you take all of that into account, irregardless if we have a plutocracy or any other system with some other object of value (even a barter system), you will end up with this peculiar hierarchy, and this peculiar hierarchy is going to lead to disparity. It's what ensures you get what you need on a daily basis without having to do all that hard work yourself. It's what makes your day possible and reasonably comfortable, and what allows us collectively to grow the population. To have a stable system that caters to our exponentially increasing population, this hierarchy is just going to crop up.
(A shout out to my friend Mriganko Roy, with whom I had a vodka induced conversation that led to this addition in the post)


UPDATE: I have added my "solution" to the "dilemma" (I couldn't resist). You can find it here : http://lupineloopine.blogspot.in/2012/06/worlds-dilemma-my-rough-solution.html

An update. And shit. And hellos.

Well, I guess it's been a fairly long time. I do miss a lot of you internet peeps; you very interesting bunch of quite remarkable people. Ultimately, the reason for my absence is due to nothing more than laziness.... or to put it more mildly for me, a simple lack of capacity on my part to be able to do everything I'd want to do in a single day. But far from being engaged in some very important work that will make my societal life more secure, leave alone progress the world I live in, I've been doing nothing more than loafing around and doing my course work which in the best of descriptions can be put as "half-assed".
I guess something else needs to be mentioned before I carry on. Well, I'm in love, and in a relationship. I always have a hard time defining these things, but yes... I technically have a girlfriend, and we are "going out". I find it much better to just resort to defining these things as "we both love each other" - that's the only real thing. Everything else often feels like needlessly imposed labels and a bit of "security measure bullshit". But never mind. The point being that I was kind of lost. My desires of being a physicist and doing physics, which while still present, have not manifested into anything I consider "real". The academic circles, as all those who have festered in it long enough know, is nothing more than pretentious nonsense that ultimately does not serve the purpose it should be serving, and has more to do with politics and power than with anything else. This I long since knew, but perhaps the degree of it all... as well as being very knee deep in it at this critical juncture in my life, has made it all the more poignant. I was expecting something a bit spicy, but instead got a bowlful of chilly flakes and jalapenos drizzled in tabasco sauce. Yeah, that's poignant alright. As far as my place in society is concerned, my present position is no more awkward in comparison to what I had imagined when I began, than a circus monkey clanging his cymbals is in a high budget porn film starring a confused Mel Gibson, screaming on his phone for his lawyer. In case this sounds like sour grapes, I should mention that as far as academic labels are concerned, things have not been "bad"... though they were lower than my expectations. I'm merely bothered by the way the outside world is.
But really, let me be honest in saying that quite a lot of this is bullshit. The stone cold truth is I can do and become whatever the hell I want to become quite independent of my silly, pointless, "circling around faster and faster, until the head goes into the ass" society. We all know this. We all know that ultimately, we control who and what we are. The real person that we become, defined by our actions and abilities, are strictly under our control. With the age of the internet, accessing the required information to grow in whatever department is no longer an issue in the hands of our dear, moronic society. I need not have a million bucks to buy some rare text on physics or literature... but rather, I could download it for free. I could download how to books, books that teach you how to play with instruments (and yourself, if that's your thing), music, movies and cultural bits to make me appreciate beyond the crap promoted by the mainstream media... you get the point. A GOOD chunk of that "real development" can be acquired quite easily these days, and much of it for free. But, I seem to have been bitten a bit by the apathy bug. My beloved would rather you believe that the laziness came first, and the apathy is merely a mental invention to remain in that oddly pleasant and somewhat comfortable state of inaction. I would say she's right were it not for the fact that if something does bite my ass (symbolically, and cymbally speaking), I do get on to doing the required action. If I believe in something quite strongly, or better yet, if the action involves someone I do love, I always do whatever action is necessary in order to ensure the best outcome. The simple fact is then, that I both don't love myself enough, and that I don't believe in myself or my cause too much either... right now.
Besides, she has become the most real thing to me right now. She alone can actually motivate me to take better care of my health, which I've let slip away for a good 4 years till now. It's only since the past week or so that I've bothered to find my old weights and dumbbells and get back to working out. I'm doing my physics now however, more out of a sense of duty (to finish the job I set out to do), than one of purpose.
So yes, that's quite enough about me. I hope that YOUR shit is hanging well, and has the required moisture,texture and bacterial content of a well formed turd, and the fragrance of a bouquet of fresh tulips from Holland. I wish your turds are so well formed, that toilet paper is made obsolete... for their passing, apart from being effortless, leaves a stainless and spotless (though squeaky) backside. Forgive me peppe's.. toilet humour is in my blood, and my brain swims in brackish urine. What I mean to hope, is that your life is going well.... at least all things considered, and if not, I hope it does soon. Don't give up hope. Hmm, let me deal with some of you individually.
1)Obsquatch- I hope your life is going ok. Last I read, you had some awful sinuses were more clogged up than your balls. You need to unclog them both promptly my man. Might I suggest our old tried and true remedy, of verbally assaulting turd dicks through comments, and feeding off their stupidity like a starving pelican does on a hapless pidgeon
2)Heather Maria - In Canada eh? Good... I guess. May the force be with you in obliterating stalkers and haters. If only your boobs through some remarkable transformation on smoking a few million cigarettes, allowed your nipples to shoot laser beams to burn out brains and eyes. Yes, if only. Sounds like a pretty good comic idea to me.
3) Krumbine- Yes, nothing like talking and thinking about comics to bring you up. You horbawrong grandson of a motherless bastard! I hope your business and enterprise are steaming ahead almost as good as your poop. Your tolerance with YouTube would make Mahatma Gandhi look like George Bush trying to uncork a wine bottle, who in his inebriated state, considered it to have some more Jack Daniels. Stay creative.. and stay tolerant. (And send me more shirts for this, you fucker!)
4)Ibrahim- Where the fuck are you man?! Anyway, all mild greetings aside, I hope you are fine, and that the shits strong with you as well. Statistically speaking, the shit can't be great for everyone. It's part of the poop balance, or the poop matrix. Some may blame the food, but really, it's all based on several factors - the colon, your sphincter, the humidity and temperature, fluids, solids, liquids and gases. Most people blame poop on one or two things, missing the complexity behind what makes a good poopsicle. Ok, I really don't know why I'm going on so faecetiously, but in all sincerity, I hope you are well. You truly are a remarkable person... don't forget that and accept crap dished out by others or by society.*taps nose*
5)Tim "The Hairy Geek"- What can I say? I'm flattered that my written diarrhea has made you a follower. Yes, like Obsquatch, you too enjoy the blunt art of troll bashing, and that makes you warm my liver like no rum can, my good fellow. I take it the bashing is going well these days as well. Apart from your skill, your general "do", is what I perhaps like the most. Till recently (actually... yesterday), I too was quite "the hairy geek". After nine requests from "my beloved", I decided to get a hair cut and a shave.


The barber claimed I looked a good 15 years younger. I could upload both images, but I think I'll just upload the hairy one. As all of us know... it's best to be remembered at our hairiest (and more fun). [I know I look pissed, perhaps a bit constipated. I mean... wouldn't you if you looked like that?! I could upload a pic with me a little more cheerful, but that wouldn't show me at the last few moments of the hairiest I've been this year thus far]

There are others. Emma, Anglobap,Jen, Kat, Dep, B, ... and on and on. I could go on, but you get the gist of it... I wish things are well, and will go well in the near future. I simply wish this in general, since I don't know shit about what's going on with most of you these days. I'd love to hear from some of you, and I'll try to get online more these days in order to catch up on stuff, especially now that I've got my "vacations".

Till next time, ciao.