The Exasperated Man

Are you kidding me? I wonder why they used the word " breed' ", when they wanted to describe the fact that "familiarity breeds contempt". They could have said, "Familiarity gives rise to contempt" or, "familiarity results in contempt", but why, " breed "? I guess that's the power of vocabulary of a language; fascinating, as I think about it. Thoughts breed, they literally do. Imagine something which you've wanted to do over a period of time. You weigh the options, and you think about it. You keep thinking and one day you finally decide on it. That's how I bought my first guitar. I knew nothing about guitars and music. All I wanted to do was to play like the guys played in my favourite bands. I would see these huge concerts on YouTube and imagine myself playing the guitar. But when I wanted to start playing, the uncertainty of my path would make me prevent from making a decision. And on one fine day, it...

This is about Nokia. They deserve one. I have been convincing myself to not do this act for a long time now and I lost to myself today. No matter how silly and weird this may sound, what's got to be done, got to be done. I am angry. Bear with me. People around me who buy new phones these days couldn’t stop themselves from commenting on my Nokia 5800 even if I keep my mouth darn shut. I would do some base arguing but would brush aside the topic at the next possible turn. Today a friend of mine who bought a new Phone boasted of a feature with the remark that it would take Nokia several generations to incorporate. The feature was the ability to type faster with a software called Swype which integrated with the Qwerty onscreen Keyboard. (It's a nice application; check it out) His statement was so loaded with Language that I had to pause and reflect within myself for a while to react to it. I couldn’t let it go this time. And that how this rant originated. Let me...

I Admit. I love to walk.  I get to notice all kinds of people and places when I walk than through bike riding. Intricate places, nooks and corners, sweet smells, nasty smells, loving couples, sighting guys, barking dogs, dogs wagging tails, following dogs, dead ends, good roads, bad roads, worst roads, churches, temples, Buses, Places, Hospitals, Parks. But that’s not why I walk.  It all started on a day; A day in which I was frustrated. I don’t remember the strangeness of thought I had at that time. All that echoes back in my mind now was that, I was having my lunch alone in a hotel and I was angry about something.  I had to go to a place which I did not like much. There was time, a little bit of time remaining and I took a purposefully longer path to reach what could have been reached at a small fraction of the time I actually took. I walked my first kilometre in autopilot; I did not recognise anything other than the thoughts of my pensive mind at...

The deception of an Innocent Papa – Emotional Masturbation Part 2  As I woke up this morning and went to my terrace after a very long time before sunrise, I noticed that everything was still, Peaceful, No motion, No one to disturb.  I noticed something else. There was a balance; a balance which felt so uncommon. Like everything within you moving towards a single direction. Cohesion.  Every part of my human psyche moved in pursuit of a single goal: >to do nothing that morning. Just stand out there and do nothing; nothing at all. Wait a Minute. That was kind of lame. I went to the terrace for a different reason. I wanted to practice my Nunchaku, which I gladly ignored once I got there.  I have been finding this cycle within me again and again. One part of my personality would want something, and when the time for the situation occurs, another personality would take over and want something else. Have you ever sincerely planned on waking u...