It is extremely liberating to write to you Mr. Reader. Yes, I have missed you too.
Today’s post is an abstract article probably courtesy the tranquil silence just after midsems and the many open ended philosophical questions which subsequently crowd my mind. To start with I have never liked Darwin’s evolution hypothesis. And here’s why- if gradual evolution were to be indeed true then why do amoebas still exist? Why did only a subset of monkeys in Africa evolve to ape man, why did the rest of them retain their primordial physique? Does this also mean that right now a subset of humans are also evolving faster than the junk mass and someday evolve to a superman specie alone? If Darwin’s theory is not wrong then it is atleast incomplete. What happened to the Homo Errectus, did all of them collectively metamorphose into homo sapiens (and then collectively again from homo sapiens to homo sapiens sapiens) or did their residual primordial subset all go extinct? (which is again strange as residual primordials from amoebas to monkeys have still managed to survive!)
Darwin’s Theory has another fascinatingly brutal hypothesis- survival of fittest. This makes you wonder agape at the marvellous Nature and basically give the motivation for all the fan lore of Animal Planet. From camouflage to cactus thorns, from polar bears to caterpillars, nature seems to be a breathtaking masterpiece of the Great Master. But then I wonder why if the chameleon is indeed so brilliant as to adapt its genius camouflage why then is it so dumb? Why do we have hierarchy in intelligence of species? Isn’t the humble amoeba too an incredible genius to exist in the shape that it does? Doesn’t it have the perfect combination of organic molecules to perfectly execute all its biological processes? But now I ask- who gave it its molecules? Surely if it had to assemble them on its own, it would have been 5 times more brilliant than Einstein!
This points out to only a single explanation- the existence of God! The existence of a superconciousness and a separate existence of low level or a dormant consciousness. The hierarchy of intelligence in species could in reality be the hierarchy of the dormancy of the superconciousness.
But do you realize what is happening in the world now, the rat race of men, well it is the surviaval of fittest contest. But hold your breath- it is being fought at the level of the ordinary consciousness. We are actively (dormant-consciously) involved in this race. This is suddenly so worrisome for all the previous races were fought at the level of superconciousness- the biological changes and adaptations- the cactus did not have to really really rack its brains and spend sleepless nights to solve its problems- the thorns just happened, just happened that’s right, the cactus fought its race at the level of the superconciousness. The competition among the humans is much more inhuman for here we do have to spend restless nights hunting in search of the newer adaptations.
Aah now, all that I basically wanted to say is that the rat race is unfair. Even more importantly that I feel midsems are unfair and that I can go to any lengths to prove that point! Well, did I?- please leave a comment if I managed to convince you and also if I didn’t and you would like to correct me somewhere.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
A Lonely Ode
Weeping stainless blood
All her lonely nights;
The Princess she awaits
The return of her Knight.
Her handsome Knight,
Very brave indeed;
Must fight his battles
On noble steed,
To master they say
The distant highlands,
On return to be
Crowned their King.
Their glorious love
From memories sweet,
Now haunts her down
Every lane and street.
Hand in hand,
In Castle Towns
They had walked around
In fancy gowns.
And roses aglow
May grow a hundred,
But never so dear
As her gifted red.
She prays to the moon,
She prays her stars,
She prays to see
The return of her Czar!
She curses the evil
Lord of the Time,
Who seems to walk
Snail slow his rhyme.
Her world has frozen,
Her little heart pains,
When memories haunt
On Castle Town lanes.
Teary pearls
Blur her sight;
The Princess she awaits,
The return of her Knight.
Friday, May 13, 2011
Happy Birthday Papa!
I wonder what words
Could I ever phrase
To thank you Papa
In all glory and praise
The countless blessings you have created for me,
Working all your nights all days.
You have carried me on your shoulder
When I was too small to see
And you watched as I giggled
When you bounced me up your knee.
You have held me close
And wiped my tears
You have taught me
How to battle my fears
My life, I owe you all
And a million thanks
Would still be small
In my little heart
Papa, you are the face of God;
The bravest, the strongest,
Who can surpass all odds.
Now the more I sit
With a quill in my hand
Forging words
To glory you grand;
The words have slowed low their pace
For tears of love
To roll down my face
Now here I stop and rest my quill
All clueless and as confused still,
How to thank and wish you today,
Many a many happy returns of the day!
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Fanatic Feminism
Back I am! Greetings Mr.Reader. My little monologue has been long overdue now but today is your lucky day and your evasive friend is back. Yes, she has missed you too.
And what do I want to tell you today? Something girly its got to be now, eh? Ofcourse! Well its not about a fuss on any of an isolated girly topics, this blog is about the whole package; this blog is about the girly life of a girl. It is about that imperishable tender outlook of the world, the uninterrupted pride of beauty, the enduring warmth and the eternal love. It is the fuss about the fuss, the pinky gloss, the tinkering bangles, the fashionista satins, the flowing curls, oh I can go on for ever. It is about that privilege to watch your boyfriend hold your hand and go on his knees. But there is much more to the fable than what meets the eye. I am in no mood to write about the ugly dark fears and blatantly derogatory crime saga, I will restrict it to the joys and sorrows of girls in the normal bandwidth of the social structure.
The pro-feminist revolution took the world by the storm and happened so fast, like a blink of the eye. It is hardly a three generation old phenomenon, atleast in India. No questions it is damn too good, damn too euphoratic yet assurably here to stay. But there was an unseen backlash, the making of an alpha-woman. All of a sudden new species took birth- the chopped hair tomboy, the funky lady guitarist, the working mom, the corporate wife and a specie highly prototyped out of ages and ages of evolution, the lovely homemaker-riped.
I don’t know how other girls fare, but sometimes the Modern Age takes a heavy toll on me. To start with, when you are a girl in IIT, the entire society looks up in awe to you. When I check up at the airport, and show my I-card, its always such a wild pleasure to watch the reaction of the security gaurds. When even your uncle’s neighbour’s cousin’s friend gloats you with admiration, you just get the kick of your life! But its not for free, the shity world demands much too larger! I know it expects me to be that top brass professional drawing fat plump salaries some day, and ofcourse get married and ofcourse cook food, and ofcourse breed children and ofcourse look great and ofcourse all at the same time! There is no escape, no trap door out of anything. You know what, I don’t want it that way. I mugged all my life, because I have loved mugging. I never really gave JEE, because I wanted to live in IIT. Believe it or not, it was only because I loved the thrills of that brain storming exam. And I am really not staying in IIT because it is the gatway to work my ass off in a stud office. Its only because I am loving every moment of the present, every joy, every aspect of the lifestyle.
I don’t want to be the career woman bossing my man, and its rather too obscene to think of being the alpha woman providing the better bread than my man. How will you react if I say I don’t even want to be his friend, but let him be my master? No thats suddenly so blasphemous these days. I cant help it, the rudimentary homemaker evolutionary genes are just too stubborn to be stomped out from me. I know I must be somewhere at the extreme end of the spectrum and most girls have better adapted to the new age dynamics than me. But thats the irony of feminists- they so badly want the rise of the fairer sex, but shouldn’t their work end when girls equal boys? Why the sarcastic torture and fear of Gently Falls the Bakula? Why the insatiable race to dominate?
And what do I want to tell you today? Something girly its got to be now, eh? Ofcourse! Well its not about a fuss on any of an isolated girly topics, this blog is about the whole package; this blog is about the girly life of a girl. It is about that imperishable tender outlook of the world, the uninterrupted pride of beauty, the enduring warmth and the eternal love. It is the fuss about the fuss, the pinky gloss, the tinkering bangles, the fashionista satins, the flowing curls, oh I can go on for ever. It is about that privilege to watch your boyfriend hold your hand and go on his knees. But there is much more to the fable than what meets the eye. I am in no mood to write about the ugly dark fears and blatantly derogatory crime saga, I will restrict it to the joys and sorrows of girls in the normal bandwidth of the social structure.
The pro-feminist revolution took the world by the storm and happened so fast, like a blink of the eye. It is hardly a three generation old phenomenon, atleast in India. No questions it is damn too good, damn too euphoratic yet assurably here to stay. But there was an unseen backlash, the making of an alpha-woman. All of a sudden new species took birth- the chopped hair tomboy, the funky lady guitarist, the working mom, the corporate wife and a specie highly prototyped out of ages and ages of evolution, the lovely homemaker-riped.
I don’t know how other girls fare, but sometimes the Modern Age takes a heavy toll on me. To start with, when you are a girl in IIT, the entire society looks up in awe to you. When I check up at the airport, and show my I-card, its always such a wild pleasure to watch the reaction of the security gaurds. When even your uncle’s neighbour’s cousin’s friend gloats you with admiration, you just get the kick of your life! But its not for free, the shity world demands much too larger! I know it expects me to be that top brass professional drawing fat plump salaries some day, and ofcourse get married and ofcourse cook food, and ofcourse breed children and ofcourse look great and ofcourse all at the same time! There is no escape, no trap door out of anything. You know what, I don’t want it that way. I mugged all my life, because I have loved mugging. I never really gave JEE, because I wanted to live in IIT. Believe it or not, it was only because I loved the thrills of that brain storming exam. And I am really not staying in IIT because it is the gatway to work my ass off in a stud office. Its only because I am loving every moment of the present, every joy, every aspect of the lifestyle.
I don’t want to be the career woman bossing my man, and its rather too obscene to think of being the alpha woman providing the better bread than my man. How will you react if I say I don’t even want to be his friend, but let him be my master? No thats suddenly so blasphemous these days. I cant help it, the rudimentary homemaker evolutionary genes are just too stubborn to be stomped out from me. I know I must be somewhere at the extreme end of the spectrum and most girls have better adapted to the new age dynamics than me. But thats the irony of feminists- they so badly want the rise of the fairer sex, but shouldn’t their work end when girls equal boys? Why the sarcastic torture and fear of Gently Falls the Bakula? Why the insatiable race to dominate?
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