Underdog Glory

I m sick today, as in suffering from the onset of cold, yea funny stuff.. I wanted to conclude my swimming post, with the embarrassing incident that happened, and no it’s not what you think. So I will keep it short and try to be sweet.

First things first, my new name is U2, I know the Bono guy had a crack at it first but my logic makes more sense, as always. So U2 stands for Ultimate Underdog, and that’s me of course. So playing poker few nights ago, I successfully won back my money. Money the ultimate motivator, okay I take it back there are many idealistic kinds out there who are actually closet money whatever.. (told u I m sick, cant stress my brain too much)

So anyways, I m the ultimate underdog person, I always root for them. I guess most of us do, but I root for underdogs in the most trying circumstance’s for instance when I do like the overdog. Call it some wiring defect or whatever but underdog it is, although I did not see the underdog movie but anyways.

Underdog winning is always a triumph. Triumph over all odds. For instance I quote Lord of the rings here, the whole movie theme is underdog winning, be it diminutive Frodo going to that really scary mountain/volcano thing, or the sidekick Sam finally getting respect and glory or the final battle against all odds, just makes the whole win so much more sweeter. It is always reaffirming faith in self, beyond all odds, in the most ridiculous circumstances, with very few means, the impossible might actually be achievable. So to all underdogs out there, and by that I mean everybody, cause either there are underdogs, or closeted underdogs “To achieve the impossible dream, try going to sleep.”

Float Away, Part un

There are many firsts in life, but scarier than those are on your own firsts. For instance right from taking the first step with support but finally stepping out on your own, driving with an instructor and then driving on the freeway on your own. I am planning to attempt a swimming on your own pretty soon. And this post is a mental psyching of sorts.

I try to keep this blog impersonal with mostly my thoughts on the page. The main reason being I want my autobiography to be completely unheard of, sudden bestseller. Anyways back to my floating topic which I will make it exceptionally personal.

So after years of daydreams about perfect strokes, straight clean lines I decided to take the plunge literally. It turned out to be more dog paddling rather than those elegant moves, more swosh than swish, u get my drift. But the funnest part was when the instructor said, kick the kick board and go for it after just one lesson of getting to know the water.

I stood there amazed, feeling like the biggest slacker and looser in the class when everybody in sight dived for it. In hindsight many of these supposed “beginners” had learned swimming once upon a time which I in my moment of despair and self doubt had no bearing off. So as I stood there seeing people reach that not so far off but finish line, I had to do something before they were back. I mean I was paying for this supposed class of lets make a blind dive. So I pushed against the wall and made that beautiful leap, wham quite some distance from the starting post, but then the question was now what.

With my kickboard practices my legs had become accustomed to kicking around, but moving hands too at the same time in a rhythm. Now I wont gloat but I can dance, do those weird lingo specific step and kickbox classes too, but here I was completely out of any kind of coordination. To top it all, my brain had perfectly timed to breathe when head under water, and yes I don’t have fins yet. As a result after my beautiful leap I was groping around to stand in the middle coughing and spurting water out. Did I mention all this while my eyes were closed shut too (I got my goggles the next day).

Anyways looking back this post is becoming real long, and I m completely drowned as of now, so shall post the exciting finish to my personal float blog soon, until then swim away, this post cannot be any more clichéd..

The famous escapist complacency conundrum

Okay so it might not be famous, I made that up, actually I made that whole phrase up(mine mine mine, ok getting a lil paranoid here, moving on). So on one of these afternoons I was having this talk, chat actually, with a kindred soul, this is besides the lostie gushing we do, about complacency and escapism.

Complacency is a tricky tricky thing. At one side there is this whole theory about how in life once you are satisfied, you attain that elusive peaceful state of mind where you finally rise above all the small electric, gas, cable bill issues. So basically once satisfied, you are complacent in you present state of affairs.

Now here lies the hitch in this theory, what if this satisfaction is a result of pure laziness, the whole sour grape theorem or worse a byproduct of escapism. All of us have this little escapist within us, mine is a little big one I guess. You know watching Matrix and wondering what if, watching matrix revolution and wondering what the hell is this, reading Harry Potter and yearning for all that magic especially the one that mends anything or the one that cleans up any mess, how about chopping cleaning veggies and cooking pots and pans or storing away my memories for a visit later some day, yea my escapist is just raring to fly away.

With escapism comes a sense of complacency, cause when you are living it up for even few minutes the drudging waiting hours pass away just in anticipation. But isn’t the escapist actually the dreamer within and if the dreamer can be put to some actual work then the results can be quite amazing.

Complacency is not a bad thing after all it gives sound sleep every night. But then again there are miles to go before I sleep..

As Decent as it gets..

So here I am sitting after my almost decent late afternoon cup of tea. It’s your standard bigelow office type variety. Getting more personal, it’s the cinnamon kind. I love cinnamon, saying cinnamon too has a certain twang or twirl to it. So while I was making do with my tea, I started thinking there are many things in life we make do with.

I mean of course the aggressive, idealistic, black and white people will go all red in the face telling me nobody has forced anybody to make do with stuff in life. I completely agree, but unfortunately world is not black and white, its green, blue sometimes very red, colorful actually. Point being, everyone has choice, sometimes means too, to make that leap, but every choice and leap is correlated with multiple implications and related choices. It kind of like a matrix or I would say more like a house thing you make with a deck of cards. To preserve the balance, each card has to be carefully placed or removed, unless you want to make a clean start.

Anyways my blog was not about all this, digressing as always. What I wanted to get to was , how does one decide what things are okay to make do with, and until what point you make do without just actually being plain lazy and disinterested. For example my tea, in office, I don’t have a choice hence the dip dip strategy but when I have means and its not complicated and its totally worth it but I still resort to tea bags at home that’s when make do is being grossly misused.

In the end life is all about choices, compromises and for the courageous kind’s clean start every single time. So you make do in life for things that don’t really make a difference and then you go and buy an audi, just to stir things up a little.