Google Search Love…

Reasons To Love Google: Reason :4678

Try searching for  “What is the answer to life the universe and everything?” and google throws up quite emphatically the number 42. The geeky coolness of it makes me want to grin all day.

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Sociologically Speaking…

Sociologically Speaking…

We live outwardly projecting,

embellishing who we should be

over who we are

when

righteous protests against far off horror

raucous laughter for obscure humour

revulsion for the conservative opinion

and

painfully, politically correct expressions

slip out reflexively

coz it’s expected

coz it’s progressive

coz it’s of course right

we’re good mimics

you and me

At imitating who we should be.

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I probably stole the crown from Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings of Greenbridge, Essex England, eh?

Musing And Love For A Johnny Cash Song…

Well, we’re doin’ mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin’ cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we’re reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought ‘a be a Man In Black.
Johnny Cash – Man In Black

The truth be told I can’t stand explicitly stated ideals. It’s not the ideals that I oppose, not really. It’s just somehow for me to hear them out loud is to belittle them. Perhaps I am embarrassed of ideals, of the equal parts fervour and fake-ness they can inspire. You wanna save the world? Do it! Subtly I say. Too much hypocrisy is attached to ideals and that too not even the explicit obvious type. It’s hypocrisy born of fickleness. So you see a movie about dyslexic children, who have to find their way in big bad world, or do a project about the tragedy of child soldiers, and you are affected by it you say, so much so that you were moved to tears cursing the extremely competitive world we live in where there is no place for deviance, or couldn’t sleep a night thinking of those unfortunate child soldiers, but then what? Do you pack up your suitcase and move out of the rat race? Do you spend the next week too thinking of those children? No, Not really. It’s not that they want to be hypocrites; it’s just a phase or a fad to state their ideals.

We’ve had two semesters of sociology, where you pick up these social issues, discuss and debate on them…and the class drags on with arguments and counter arguments and I am part of it too…but over the year I have got more and more sick of it. Of the arguments and counter arguments, of the attempts to find the real problem, the real villain, the real solution. Coz the heated debate, the search for the elusive solution ends with the bell. You close your books and groan over the fact that the next class is Contracts and that’s that.

I know I sound callous, and frankly I worry sometimes that I don’t care enough. Perhaps stating ideals inspire some – the few in a million who’ll actually make a difference someday and perhaps my problem is that I don’t think my ideal spewing acquaintances are going to be those people. Perhaps I am being a jackass at analysing others and their need to be uthophic. Perhaps it’s the thought that counts or some bullshit like that.

Well, there’s things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin’ everywhere you go,
But ’til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You’ll never see me wear a suit of white.

Ah, I’d love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything’s OK,
But I’ll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
‘Till things are brighter, I’m the Man In Black.

Ps: I actually just want to say that I love the song, and I guess I am not anything but a fine hypocrite myself.

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Incidents of Inconsequentiality

 

 

 

                                                              He was middle aged, probably a little younger than my dad, wearing a badly crumpled blue shirt and cream pants. He’d buttoned the shirt right into his neck and it looked like the buttons would pop if he so much as took a deep breath. Short, balding and utterly tragic.  Not by his appearance, mind you, but simply by what he did for a living.

 

                                                            He was the Frequently Asked Question answering living breathing version of a popular legal website. He was part of the standard package – a default option. The university prescribes to our website we send our representative to explain the intricacies of using it to you. The problem of course arises as there aren’t any real intricacies – it is a search tool. How hard could it be? And so the few who turned up for the demonstration were the odd stragglers – the one who’d been bribed into attending with the promises of plates of Maggie or a free coke.

 

                                                                   And the point is the website was as alien to him, as it would be for any first time user. In the sense, he had never actually used it for any real reason. He’d probably been given a crash course on How to Instruct On How to Use the Legal Website and send out to meet the pack of hyenas.

 

 

                                                So there he was, sincere in his efforts to explain how to use the website to a group of people who could care less. People messaging, laughing, staring off into space, looking at their watches; We weren’t actually being rude on purpose, it was just so useless that no one could even fake interest.

 

                                         And you could see, that he got that too. That no one really cared about what he was saying, that he could probably slip in a verse of how the optimum way to use the website was when one was naked and no one would even blink. It was sad, to watch him, stuttering at the sight of blank faces, desperately pleading for questions in the cold silence. It was sad that this poor middle-aged man had to do such a thankless job.

 

I am not trying to sound high and mighty, like some better off individual who is looking down at the lesser mortals and trying to analyse their position. In fact it was one of those days …just after you’d been bested out of something and were feeling blue anyways, that this demonstration happened. And I guess what I felt for that total stranger with his crumpled blue shirt and cream pants applied to me at the point…

It  sucks to be inconsequential .

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