Brace Yourself!

The one price you pay for being naughty, when you are little and when you’re cute milk tooths fall, making you look weirdly cute, is that you get messed up crazy permanent tooths later, sometimes every one of them arguably outta place. Moreover as you age, you get to observe with a tinge of jealousy the other decent folks, who I guess had some oral discipline when they were little, with neatly placed tooths (I take the liberty to use this word in this post) or maybe they were just lucky. It’s then you realize and you begin to wish that you should have been  less naughtier orally, maybe with the tongue at the most,  for now your mouth holds that rather futurist remarks of those gone indecorous days. You further fantasize that you could better looking, if you had disciplined your tooths like soldiers with their  ’in phase’ marching, creating seemingly a standing wave. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Standing_wave  :P)

However , you get an opportunity to make up for that lack of discipline by bracing them together for a while and so ya tooths could learn the art of behaving themselves for a better bigger picture with all of them hugging each other without intruding the other’s space.  Once your tooths are braced for a higher cause of unity besides their individual functions, you pay the price for their discipline now. The struggle starts! A struggle almost compensating for your young oral naughtiness!

Struggles of wearing braces: 

(Headings to get more marks when at school)

 The struggle to brush often, lest food get stuck and start the bacterial socialization causing more bacterial colonies and the popular bad breath, which, you know,  affects your socialization. And so you have to manually observe and remove them. The pain that creeps in sometimes, can leave you food less for you can’t chew. The slight fear creeps up, while playing football, and so you show often ya opponent your 'backside'. (An Indian slang I reckon) The curious question guys poke u and ask if your rod would glow like tungsten when electrocuted. The reluctance to eat meat or crispy stuff, in case the braces come off and moreover this fear  gets transmitted in to late night personal entertainment as horror movies, and you wake up with a start and a relief flows when u realize that it was just a dream , where the braces had came off. The metallic pain, when the metal rubs against an ulcer, which probably comes from the deficiency of vitamin B, is a strange pain. And you can’t chew for gum and metal share a serious adhesive force. A little long struggle!!!

  However, when you have the braces taken off, u begin to miss them strangely like the days of childhood. U miss them for they pushed you to struggle but bred a meaning since this struggle had a glimmer of hope; a hope of a better smile. Hope stitched with braces is liberating!

Hope is what makes a struggle dignified and gives the person, a meaning. Hopeless struggle is devastating and depressing and is a sheer waste of time.  To struggle without hope is to be better dead! 

Hope is what that changes a struggle to a noble cause, no matter how hard it seems which sheer optimism can’t provide. Hope, besides Faith and Love is all you and I need to actually live........

“Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things and no good thing ever dies” Shawshank Redemption.

It’s: Hope and Braces!!!

An Unnecessary Thinking!

An Oops!!


As I grow older, I have begun to think (doesn't necessarily mean I wasn't thinking before) about a lot of phrases we hear strewn around like : ‘life’s unfair’ , 'this is the age to eat' , ‘eat now and later you can’t eat much’….. And I used to hear them and shake ma head like a good kid until now. Certain innocent phrases seems to make no sense when I get the bottom of them - imagining its origins and its consequences. 

My head seems to be such a ‘head-weight’! (An Indian expression i reckon!) Some people accuse me of thinking too much, but it really has an advantage : staying lean. Though a few have accused me of getting fat , specially girls and they seem to enjoy it. Whatever! 

Well! This isn't about gals like most of the songs and poems! (if there were no women on earth, almost all the songs and poems would cease to exist.. oops! even me!) But it is that phrase that I really don’t understand what it is suppose to mean: 'this is the age to eat' as if all the old folks are in to caves and meditating food-less.  This one seems to be a fallacy, i guess due to some logical incoherence.

This phrase I really don’t know which century’s grand mother came up with and it doesn't seem to be very logically valid today or perhaps any day.  And I don’t know if it really means I should eat more than enough without limits or it means there is a universal 'enough'. But them, several of them abuse this innocent phrase!

However if i really take it literally and eat, whatever or how much ever without much of discipline, (discipline, I am beginning to love it these days) then its effects can be bad maybe in 20 years. (am always accused of being a futurist) I am sure gonna end with the anti-popular life style diseases. After that sets in, the doc's gonna advice me not to eat, usually whatever i was eating greedily. And it's real annoying when at last someone tells me 'not to eat' for a consulting fee. I could have a bought a big pizza or an insect burger (The UN is encouraging folks to eat insects for it has high protein and easy to breed) with that consulting fee. 

A direct effect of that phrase and it seem to have come true!

But the most frustrating thing would be changing this habit which has strengthened itself for 20 years. And i guess i know by now, that a new habit can never be formed after just a night’s sleep or a magnetic therapy to change brain wiring with a magnetic field. 'Old Habits Die Hard!'.

However all this doomsday consequences would be 'cause of taking that silly phrase too seriously or too literally.

So the thing decided: if I wanna form a habit in the future, I better start doing it now. Later if i'm gonna learn a habit, it would take a long time and worse no background score like Fort Minor’s ‘Remember the name', while i'm training!… Oops!

Do I Make Sense?

a Proverbial render!

Something i wanted to try :)

1. Look before u like. 
2. A click on the unlike button doesn't show u don't like it.
3. Two fake profiles with one password. 
4. Relationship status and internet gossip wait for none.
5. He/she who sows sparingly in the 'likes', reaps sparingly.
6. Love the mutual friend as ya yourself.
7. There is no place as home as ya homepage.
8. Pics speak louder than words.
9. Loneliness is the mother of going online often.
10. The ever use of 'LOL', breeds contempt.
11. You can't judge someone by their profile pics.
12. People who put up pics themselves, shouldn't like it themselves.
13. Too many added friends clutters the profile. 
14. You can't always get as many 'likes' as you want.
15. The more likes u get, the more u want.
16. Cover pics are always cooler on ya friend's wall.
17. Like/Comment as you would have them like/comment unto ya.
18. Everyone is someone else's mutual friend.
19. Hope to be accepted, but prepare to be blocked.
20. Don't count ya notifications before they appear.
21. One person's 'everyone must watch this' is another person's 'nobody should watch it'.
22. Changing passwords regularly is the best policy.
23. Add when he/she is still single.
24. Like mine and i like yours.
25. When online, appear cool like they do.
26.  A friend online is a friend in deed.
27. A friend is known by the mutual friends.
28. All internet packs must come to an end. 
29. Every profile tells a story.
30. It's no use crying over a stolen account.

P.S. If u have one, please leave them in the comment :)

A Scientific Paper? :P

The Anti- Bacterial Hypocrisy!

We have more bacteria than actual human cells on or in our body by a forceful ratio of 3:1 and that’s what the scientific reports claim. (Maybe we all should use bacteria as our surnames?)  Besides one of friends shyly admitted that she read some where that the human mouth houses more bacteria than the US houses its citizens. (Minus illegal immigrants ?) Great Scott! I am kinda relieved at least they didn't find it to a number close to the count of responsible citizens of India or China... In addition to this fact, a typical rationalist wouldn't be able to help but loudly reckon that a kiss could be just a massive exchange of germs and I can’t wait for an evolutionist or an evolutionary anthropologist to come with a sheer story of why we humans started kissing in the first place.. ( Gross? read on)

Several years ago I read a snippet of news, that firmly clung to my mind, which read that the count of allergies is in the rise for a section of us were on a mount to render themselves clean; actually it was ‘too’ clean.  Maybe it referred to the folks who used hand sanitizers after and before a meal. Now after reading the above gross fact, they might even start using mouth washes even more often, for all they can perceive is the invisible bacteria. For they seem that they are more of a bacteria plus a thinking machine, which thinks of nothing but eliminating bacteria. But if they really want to exile these bacteria of their bodies or mostly their skins, they seemly can, you know, outsource this cleansing to the bacterium terminators like the T4, a virus which already exists and it is not from the future biology textbooks.

However I usually think that our bodies are a battleground, where many bloody battles take shape in the mobile War-field: Our Blood. “No wonder blood is always a bloody mess or make one bloody mess” (Try reciting that in the British accent) Battles usually result in a Bloody Mess!

I continue to think that the body is a mighty fortress, in biological terms and not when an IED goes off in my neighbor’s. The infantry in my blood, the warrior cells of the immune system (WBC or T cells or whatever u call it) when they take on their enemies, they study their DNA and store their signatures in a database lest their relatives of the slain germs come, on the pretext of claiming their bodies. Our body, at most can protect itself from all the small invasions, if provided with ample nutrients minus sugar, though it has become very likely our staple diet these modern days. In the end, I guess it all depends on you, for you are the subtle commander in chief of your body’s defence forces, as the immune system depends on your mood, in other words, I guess, your emotional stability (Ah yes! I did read Daniel Goleman’s Emotional Intelligence)

Well! We being our bodies’ sole commander in chief, it becomes our duty to organise some military exercises or target practices for the body’s defence forces’ like letting some extra bacteria linger on. But if you don’t, then the soldiers might get bored and start attacking anything that enters the bodies from peanuts to bits of paper. Moreover by acting too clean, we lose out on the bacteria for our symbiotic relationship with them or just for some sheer military exercises.

My conclusion: In the end, I believe, we should take our bodies for some walk and let them be dirty for a while, so that your body can have some military games and stay healthy by maintaining a strong defensive database.Well! In the end we should just stay socially clean but biologically dirty……..For being too clean is not healthy and a distinct hypocrisy!  ;)

The 13th Post!

An Observation: The Highway! 

While I waited for the train bound for Mumbai to arrive, I daydreamed; allowing for the probability that some pretty girl would be bound to my bay and due to her interest in me would pick up a conversation with me and that would make the fellow passengers jealous but would make my journey memorable. I further fantasied that I would go and pose for a photograph in front of the Taj, like everyone else does and put it up on Facebook and generate some likes. After that Terrorist attack, the Taj got more popular, while the Gateway of India watched with quiet envy, with the English East India Company buried with it.

 The train did arrive 20 minutes late enhancing my dream for 20 long minutes extra, and we rushed inside , throwing the luggage up and under and got the seat offenders to leave and I very soon realized that there wasn't a pretty girl around except a girl named Preeti. ( A girl I hypothetically named) The 36 hour journey began with a Chai for 7 bucks!

Train journeys are usually like some mobile (moving) parties, with mostly folks whom we can’t become fond of, have invited themselves. (I don’t know what I was thought of). And yes, there are food and drinks (Non-Alcoholic) – served. Ah! Yes! The music is on and audible as long the train is moving on the tracks, as if the DJ was underneath and the speed of the train controlled the tempo.  Well! Dance is very passive. U really don’t have to dance, u just stand or sit and you are already dancing.

However if you eat too much at the party, the biggest alarm is the toilets. Nevertheless these days, folks carry far more anxiety than the reluctance to go to the toilet, when the icon on the mobile phone which indicates battery power goes half empty. (Or half full) As the power dips, the party’s over and they get disheveled,  their eyes dart towards the power socket near the door to see if it’s free to have their souls filled with charged particles. Sadly there is always someone there, charging and looking around victorious, as if he is high on something; one place to get high i guess at the mobile party. 

Moreover standing at the door is one luxury that folks reach for, for it gives you the time away from the stares of others. And it is when I stood there away from the people, watching the moving view trying to understand Einstein’s relativity, I noticed something.

The one thing that caught my eye beside all these confusion of the party inside is a passive construction of a highway. A highway created by all the responsible but ignorant travellitizens. A highway created by not of corrupt politicians but our selfish souls I reckon. This highway formed by the thrown waste through the windows gets broader and whiter each day, as trains keep whirring past every day. This highway runs beside the tracks beside rails or sometimes on the bushes nearby.  This litter highway runs even in to the platforms of the stations and run for thousands of kilometers and runs every where.

That's the problem with waste, they are very naughty or they tend to have the boomerang effect. You throw them away they actually never go away and come back to us in very subtle ways. In this case, these waste got together as if in a conspiracy to create a highway beside the track like a child throwing a tantrum for it is given to someone else care and they can’t take care of them.

This highway is still not complete and it solely depends on us to make it whole for the entire earth is a dump yard. So let’s join hands and throw everything through the window in to the moving frame so we can complete this highway collectively. Once it is complete maybe our children could travel on them in some strange way or if that is not possible then maybe the bacteria can foster this highway, when they evolve to have wheels......

Yeah Right! With this my daydream about Mumbai was over!

An Unfinished!

Love is War!

The war between the sexes is perhaps the longest waging war in history and its battleground are our streets, homes and our comfort zones. This war has lasted longer than the 100 year war between England and France and perhaps began at the blame game, acted out at the Garden of Eden. Or if I consider evolution, I really don’t know when those asexual beings thought to themselves that creating a parallel sex, which would evolve to be differently wired was actually progress and whom they could procure later, later at an advanced stage. Whatever! We have a frustrated ugly war raging in all of us for being forced to be attracted to the opposite sex. (Well! I know what you are thinking) But this war becomes a battle from being a war in general, when the opposite side sends in a personal ambassador and this happens when people fall in love or get married.

They together actually sign off a contract for a bigger, closer war right in their comfort zones, which for many is supposed to be a demilitarized zone or the ‘no one allowed’ zone. They sign up to be together with a kiss, a partner who might turn in to an opponent sooner or later, who engages with a different of rules gathered up by the wired head from culture, traditions, customs and a unique past. Nonetheless this war can increase opponents or fellow soldiers, who come in the form of children or relatives and society. Love is not just a beautiful story but a tale of war for to love is to be at war and death could be only the noble peace treaty. Falling in love, I guess is a unique call to arms, where your partner may become the main opponent, whom you need and so you cannot despise. ......... Blah...Blah....

It's one of those days, where you start writing on a idea and then change so many courses and finally can't come to a place to finish for everything is easier to start to tough to finish especially you tend to write about the issue of opposite sex, love etc. Now i am at war with my own mind and i believe that i should sign a peace treaty and then i could write again on this or maybe after the Syrian crisis is over. But  looks to me there is no conclusion in matters as these and this is the conclusion i have arrived upon as of now, to end this fruitless endeavor.. Adieu!   

Did i Write This?

 The Green Dot!

Back in those old days, when the world was six years younger than today and Facebook was beginning to grow to be everything - everything from the young folks’ expectations to old folks’ hidden desires or whatever, the green dot was being dotted besides names. These virtual folks with an account had to sign in to check out the new environment, like on an evening stroll that comes to an end and so it ends with the click of the sign out button, which also called logging off or back to the not so bright world - Gray. So if a guy had some crush on someone, whose mobile number he didn't have an access to, he would have waited for hours or maybe even days (Based on how crazy he was) for her to come online and perhaps generate a conversation that looks vaguely like this:

He: Hi

She ( after 10 minutes): Hi

He: how r u?

She (after several moments): am fine! U?

He: am good.

She: nice….

(This nice creates an awkward moment for it sure crashes the course of the conversation)

She: I gotta go… Bye!

He: Bye…….

(Oops! before he could say “it was nice talking to you, the green dot turns gray indicating she is no longer signed in)

He now with the crashed fantasy, with a deluded mind begins to miss the green dot beside her name, even more than He seems to miss her. The green dot is what he waited for, beside her name and perhaps he would wait again for the greening of the dot to indicate her virtual existence or reappearance; he wishes for the dot to be forever green.

 However, now with the advent of the ‘mobile computer’ that actually stays stationary in your pocket, while we dumbly move around and it gets to be called smart...... Anyway these computers which have become very touchy these days, let us exist simultaneously in the real and the virtual world like the cat in the famous 'thought' experiment called the Schrodinger’s Cat Experiment; the cat, I guess,  is still awaiting death or maybe even longing for it. As a result, I believe the most important application of a smart phone is not the Apps, but its ability to keep that green dot besides your name from turning gray virtually, even if your hair turns gray really. Although they seem to promise to keep that green dot alive until u and I are dead, this endeavor seems to suck life out of your battery exponentially. Alas! I wouldn't be surprised if they soon begin allow the dead to be pseudo-online or something, for everyone loves some sort of immortality and continued familiarity minus contempt.  

  Sometimes while i am still alive, I often reckon if people always had something written before and after their names when just their names, made them feel vulnerable or too exposed. Now I believe that folks would rather have this green dot beside their name for company than all these years hiding behind or before their educational qualifications. Now it has become a thing of coolness - the green alien glow beside names. So I was just thinking if I could get this green dot for company when I am gone and alone in my grave, making me look cool even while dead by installing a digital tombstone or something, with a will left behind stating to whom my cool cover photos would go to and possibly he can use it too.

Moreover as this green dot continues to dominate our life, I sometimes feel that it has begun to decompose the idea of goodbye. For after you usually wave goodbye to someone, the person physically leaves you and now logs off. But now thanks to the smart phones, the green dot beside the name you just said goodbye is still staring out to you from the side; making it look like that the person is still peeping out, checking out your other activity or just waiting for another chat. Yeah Right!

I see sometimes that folks joke, with image laden statuses that if they aren't online, in other words, if that green dot isn't green for two days, call the cops! As if the green dot represents differences between living or immobile. Is it that they have become secretly become comfortable residing beside the green dot than existing in this real gray world or I am just making some needless fuss about a green dot that is just a green dot?

 Well! At least the green dot on Facebook doesn't discriminate like Gmail where you and I can be busy, idle or perhaps even dead. So RIP!