Elevatorz..

Having been at blogspot for this long I have transcended into the know it all, rare, reserved, sporadic writer, yep thats wat I am making up for not writing. So for the lack of anything exciting to write about, I am going to write about elevators. I am laughing just thinking about it. Have I ever mentioned before my thoughts are a single coherent streamlined flow of genius during a spell of boredom. Now that I have praised myself lets start with the elevation.

So this started with the game elevators at which I currently am a bottom dweller. And then all these random thoughts started barging in, Adnan sami’s thodi si to lift dila de, to my brothers childhood dream of becoming a liftman (oopsie did I just reveal something), in his defense that is the closest thing he knew to a rocket scientist at his age so I salute his ambition, not to mention the liftman in our building was a nice guy.

The green person in me along with the supposedly health freak (yea somewhere deep deep inside) always hates using elevators, on the other hand I think escalators are even more wasteful energy wise.. But you are not reading all this for that very blah elevator personal social financial ialisms. So I will get to my regular metapsychospiritual spin on things. Ok I gotto choose first where to go with this, the whole lifes ups and downs-nah done to death, but theres always life beyond the grave, so I will stick with it.

Elevators basically are the fastest, least effort ways to get to destination and who does not like short cuts, not that it’s a bad thing necessarily. Each one of us buying lottery tickets, gambling in vegas, submitting super spammer surveys always hope they strike it rich. But besides that very literal meaning there are many other elevators, mood lifters, the indulgent death by choc varieties, the ambiens of sleepless night, the super cheery understanding always happens for the best spouting friends, all of us have our own…

And then there are the free falling types, when the carefully built house of cards collapses right in front of our eyes. The no fault of yours train journey, the wrong time when they went shopping, the solid real old company we invested in, yep we got on them not knowing the elevator was heading down at a sickening speed. The only consolation is it shall stop even if it crashes, after all its not a space ride with no end in sight…

And so I yelled stupid female driver..

Since I bought an Audi life has become oh so difficult, gone are the days when I would walk, sit in bus and listen to my ipod, thinking about that I don’t even know where it is now :( I would look at the stars, handsome guy in Lamborghini (yea I live in a posh neighborhood) and walk to gym.

Now life is all about my baby (my Audi), feed it the highest darn octane nothing less would ever do, clean it and take care of it. I drive in the less traveled lanes, go early to find good parking spots or walk farther for the same, give nasty looks to any super fast cars nearby and yep yell at stupid female drivers, ah the horror. In fact instead of gazing at handsome dudes in adjacent cars, I have started classifying drivers and their expected behaviors, I call this preemptive driving.

I am sure each driver has their own list, so here goes my politically most incorrect impolite bog till date, dear Audi protect me and run away with me when people come to persecute us for this..

Stupid female driver, ok I get the irony the anti everything but I have got to get this out of my system. She will stand right in the middle of road while turning right, she will be right out of parking lots into the road, she will never heed to ur blinker and never ever give u way, don’t know abt giving any dudes way, but a gal no way she says.

The race car driver, yea the pretend race car driver comes here also, he will whiz by (btw it will be all he’s from here onwards) you no matter if the light just turned red ohh he will brake hard, he will jump right in front of you with complete disregard, he is nasty and its best not to drive anywhere close to him if possible.

The SUV bulldozer guy, this guy again has no fear while changing lanes, u shall look for ur own life he says, he will tailgate u even at 90 he never follows but is always followed by mere sedans.

The older slower kinds, yes they love to drive in the middle lane even if the road had just two lanes. Like to drive near dividers, u know along the innermost left kind of lanes always 5 miles below the posted speed limits.

The jumper, oh yea they will jump u these restless souls need to jump to stay conscious. He will maneuver from right lanes from left lanes, before the truck beside the truck all NFS like he will make u feel all dull dull kind sticking to lanes is for suckers.

The always correct driver, he will stick to lanes, follow speed limits, brake when he sees orange light, in all will irritate the hell out of you.

There are many many more, the motorcycle guy, the daredevil cycle guy, carefree pedestrians and on and on and on. Don’t tell me its almost time for me to drive back home..

Total Recall

Well the last couple months have been blissfully busy, in a real good way. But now I am back to my pondering ways, sipping bitter.. bitter coffee and ponderrrrrrrrrr So I was thinking this ought to be some fantastic post, I wanted to write about tress and roots and stability and then got bored.

Meanwhile I chanced upon this book flatland through one surprisingly informative reader. I wont blabber about the book coz I have just read the preface and first few pages, but I will talk about the concept and couple of things that have always fascinated me.

So flatland was written in 1880 quite a book for its time, period, oppressive society and yet a refreshingly cool concept. It’s the story about a square who got dazzled when he met a cube. Now I have similar thoughts and have always had. Ever since studying about three dimensions in space, what always fascinated me was the fourth dimension, time.

The thought of their being multiple existences’, scenarios, realities is right out of a blockbuster film. The whole point of reference concept couldn’t we be equally naïve thinking time is flat one way street when it actually might be circular, elliptical or maybe even wicked. I admit I m a science fiction junkie, I read time machine when I was a kid and restaurant at the end of universe when I still behaved like a kid. I did not like planet of apes, original or rehashed.

So if time travel did exist how would it work. One thing is for certain it would require some massive amount of energy coz any change in past would have to result in substantial changes in future. How would our brains work with all the change, is memory retained or overwritten, how about complete existence, can there be only one of us at a time or multiple instances and I have tones of other questions.

Until anyone does make that leap, through a portal or shimmery stuff, or wishing well, I will just have to keep this ginormous questionnaire in my head from imploding.

Logic looming letting go..

Okay so I wanted to act smart and play on the L word up there, go ahead fire me.. To be a lot more lucent this post is about letting go, its directed towards a certain somebody who knows who it/he/she is provided that who is reading it. I promise it wont be as convoluted as this beginning, talking about convoluted my newest word of day is circumvent, I have been actively using it in lots of conversations. More on that later, oh yes and my aura is yellow btw, but I guess that rounds up my personality info for the month.

So back to letting go, and if I have talked about this earlier then pardon me, or blame it on aging gray cells. The only thing I learned in swimming after a lot of paid lessons was to float. And the basic premise of floating mostly is to let go. There are tones of examples with quick sand and what not. Gist being there are many times in life when it is essential to let go. The more you struggle; you either end up in the deep end or getting yourself in more muck than you started with.

As creatures of habit, we have a tendency to cling on to the usual, to the everyday, to our routines, to things and very rarely to people. Talk about one clingy breed, but talking about clingy I m definitely writing once on trees but more on that later. Its mostly for the sense of security it provides. There cannot be bigger mirage than sense of security, it’s never there but we are always seeking it.

There are some basic principles in life, like live, eat, breathe, some personal principles, sleep 8 hrs, be helpful, try not to stab people, but besides all that everything is variable and it should be. The moment we try to create constants in our environment either there is chaos, or stagnant environs ruts. So spring cleaning is essential, make that all year round, tossing out all that was most essential before but just does not work now, is not giving up, it just means you are letting go so that you can float again…..

Affirmative Action

I am all about thoughts, feelings, metaphysical, paranormal, extra terrestrial, sarcasm laden posts. So here are my baby steps to some political rambling. I am msnbc reader who chances upon news channel mostly in gym, coz those are the only channels which seem like fun reading with the captions, plus that white hair guy looks good.

So I was reading about how Chinese have been classified as black. Yea that’s what caught my ADD attention also. So the funda is that in South Africa, amongst the group of people who suffered apartheid, they have included blacks, Indians and now Chinese also.
So Chinese people will be eligible for any benefits under affirmative action programs by the government. We all know how that works, you know being from India having that arjun singh guy brainstorming.

So basically to bring up oppressed members of society, or provide them equal opportunity, reservations, promotions and so on so forth are provided. Affirmative actions. My question is when India got independence, was not everybody oppressed for about a century. And at the current rate do the general junta become oppressed and will they be granted any reprieve in the coming years.

I mean it’s a never ending debate, and me being a coward I decided to walk away and hole in another country altogether. This is one of the prime reasons I avoid reading any news from India or any news period, I am happy in my soundproof well, so even if this titanic with it affirmative action upper deck goes down, at least I had a good ride. That’s it for my really terse political post, will be back with some new stuff very soon..

There is some vagueness in the air

I just realized I have never dedicated any blog to the essence of this blogspot. So here is an unabashed admiration towards the vagueness and randomness in life. Life is really vague, especially once on your own. Following directions and reaching a destination is a no-brainer. It’s choosing your own path, stumbling along the way and reaching somewhere which might or might not be it, can be serendipitous or an accident.

This is where the vagueness in life comes in picture. Only in animations or soaps or make believe world are things so clear. Like as soon as there will be a dead-end, there will be another way out. Somehow in the end everything works out. This is where real life is really vague, there are no absolute clues or paths or clarity of thought to find the same. It’s all a matter of trial and error and if lucky then some luck.

But that’s where this vagueness is beautiful, cause even with errors you can stumble into chambers which otherwise would never be known. Magnificent or not each path has its own merits. But this vagueness can be quite frustrating. I yearn for days when there will be flashing idea lights and pointers to the right way (I m thinking about buying TomTom for the pointer thingie, getting lost has lost its novelty), or maybe then again I m not looking at the right places.

I wanted this vague blog to be spectacular, magnificent, in depth, comprehensive, but then again it just turned out to be vague some things just need to grow into their character.

Memorable Loop

It has been quite some time into May, time for some thought provoking blogging. So the other day I read this article about a woman, actually there is a book out on it also, about how she has this perfect memory, she can remember every day since she was 8. Quite spectacular, but this memory is just limited to events that happened in her life, she was an above average student.

This whole memory thing brought back a couple of things. One of the things that she has mentioned was how this whole memory deal is huge downer when you remember each and every wrong anyone has ever done to you. The other thing she mentioned was how she constantly corrected her parents whenever they referenced to you had done this or that.

I had this talk once where I mentioned how I m such a cool, laidback person (I know modesty) in return I was asked if I ever forget stuff, which unfortunately I don’t coz my memory is picture perfect too, so then this friend said that you are not so cool and you don’t let things go.

Which brought up another question, does letting things go means forgetting whenever you think you have been wronged? I do understand the whole concept of forgiveness to move ahead in your life. But is forgiveness enough to get over things, especially when you can pull up wrongdoings in high definition without any effort?

Blessedly my memory is not that sharp, except for those exceptionally embarrassing moments which everyone treasures in their life. I m very content with my present state of forgetting names, occasions and above all any horror stories. Working very hard here to achieve my ultimate cool status. As for the memory woman, what would be awesome is if she could remember all these details in her next life, but that shall be another post…