Comical tit-bits
I am in the position of the lady in the Kappa logo, of course with no man behind me (who ever heard of a man behind every successful woman?) In lieu of the guy, I have the sturdy back rest of my bed. A new day is born behind my back; I can feel it on my neck, the warmth of the rising sun. The room is dazzling, bathed in a golden hue sprinkled straight from the heavens above until it becomes hot, and I feel like an over baked cake in an oven. Sauna for free in the comfort of my own room! Strangely, not once I look back to admire the rising sun. Instead I choose to admire a 1024 X 768 image of the ball of fire on my 12.1” widescreen laptop, needless to say, made in “The land of the rising sun!”
I am reminded of the footer on my school diary - Early to bed, early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise. And it is rightly said so. “…makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise!” In a male chauvinist society like ours, very little has been thought about the fairer gender. In fact the thinking is just stuck at the nadir and is confined to the limits of the colour of the skin and culinary abilities. Human thinking is facing the problem of ‘locality’, in the parlance of artificial intelligence. Ironically, my mom’s cooking in the kitchen at this hour and I am turning my back to the sun lest I might develop a tan; a tan that at its very least finds acceptance only on the ramps; a tan that would pose the same questions that would surface if suddenly a zebra walks out of the zoo with polka dots on his body. At least the zebra is lucky enough to be unanswerable to such high level of inquisitiveness!
The clock is ticking and my mom sends me more vocal reminders. Laziness is not well accepted either. So this is where I shall continue on returning…
Yes, I am back. I am back to my world of bits and bytes after being tested negative for vigour. All the ideas that floated in the void of my head condensed and precipitated in sub zero temperatures of the glass cubicle at work, before sublimating under the oppressive heat of the day. The confetti of people that the day threw at me was amazing. And some of them really stand out for they symbolize the blotch on the landscape of a civilized society. Paying no heed to the presence of such social animals which have failed miserably in assimilating mannerisms that are widely accepted as befitting the societal norms only promises me the wee bliss of ignorance, for the savage acts of tossing orange peels and crushed chip packets out of the rusty windows of the suburban trains cannot escape the discerning corner of my eye. Stuffing used tissues, a half opened ketchup sachet and a paper bag that once carried a sumptuous extra cheese burger in my Christian Dior handbag does little towards moral suasion.
People just stick to do what they have been doing. Those who choose to take the road less travelled often aren’t wary of the obvious fact that such roads only lead to research labs where you spend your life falling in love with theories, getting married to assumptions, giving birth to unacceptable ideas, divorcing social beliefs, and die with the world still obdurate. Suddenly some smart Alec decides to go back to the future, reads your thesis, the tectonic plates of beliefs shift and a new order of belief is born. You are awarded posthumously, the idea is christened with your name and his, and you have a statue erected on which pigeons crap or which brings about communal riots.
All in all, life is like a never ending comic book. And we are the main characters, laughing at ourselves yet hurting our own jaws!
I am reminded of the footer on my school diary - Early to bed, early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise. And it is rightly said so. “…makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise!” In a male chauvinist society like ours, very little has been thought about the fairer gender. In fact the thinking is just stuck at the nadir and is confined to the limits of the colour of the skin and culinary abilities. Human thinking is facing the problem of ‘locality’, in the parlance of artificial intelligence. Ironically, my mom’s cooking in the kitchen at this hour and I am turning my back to the sun lest I might develop a tan; a tan that at its very least finds acceptance only on the ramps; a tan that would pose the same questions that would surface if suddenly a zebra walks out of the zoo with polka dots on his body. At least the zebra is lucky enough to be unanswerable to such high level of inquisitiveness!
The clock is ticking and my mom sends me more vocal reminders. Laziness is not well accepted either. So this is where I shall continue on returning…
Yes, I am back. I am back to my world of bits and bytes after being tested negative for vigour. All the ideas that floated in the void of my head condensed and precipitated in sub zero temperatures of the glass cubicle at work, before sublimating under the oppressive heat of the day. The confetti of people that the day threw at me was amazing. And some of them really stand out for they symbolize the blotch on the landscape of a civilized society. Paying no heed to the presence of such social animals which have failed miserably in assimilating mannerisms that are widely accepted as befitting the societal norms only promises me the wee bliss of ignorance, for the savage acts of tossing orange peels and crushed chip packets out of the rusty windows of the suburban trains cannot escape the discerning corner of my eye. Stuffing used tissues, a half opened ketchup sachet and a paper bag that once carried a sumptuous extra cheese burger in my Christian Dior handbag does little towards moral suasion.
People just stick to do what they have been doing. Those who choose to take the road less travelled often aren’t wary of the obvious fact that such roads only lead to research labs where you spend your life falling in love with theories, getting married to assumptions, giving birth to unacceptable ideas, divorcing social beliefs, and die with the world still obdurate. Suddenly some smart Alec decides to go back to the future, reads your thesis, the tectonic plates of beliefs shift and a new order of belief is born. You are awarded posthumously, the idea is christened with your name and his, and you have a statue erected on which pigeons crap or which brings about communal riots.
All in all, life is like a never ending comic book. And we are the main characters, laughing at ourselves yet hurting our own jaws!
