Archive for August, 2009

repititive post #6875764

No matter how many times I say it, it bears repeating: Moving SUCKS. Yes, all caps.

The only cool thing so far is that I’m driving a 10′ UHAUL truck. Heh.

what do i really believe in?

When it comes to religion, a lack of knowledge about the unknown has meant that I have come to classify myself as a sort of agnostic (as opposed to atheistic), but if you were to argue with me about God and rituals you’ll find I’m mostly just apathetic. I have been known to do rituals simply because they need to be done: it matters little to me that they are done at all; I can do them because they matter to others. My ‘religious beliefs’ are thus dynamic enough to be classified by more than one person as mere hypocrisy.

How and why I lost the absolute faith that characterized most of my childhood – I don’t know. Sometimes these things happen. A loss of faith (or a lack of understanding) in what rituals signify eventually means that religion itself starts to seem very arbitrary. Merely performing the rituals did not prove much to me, and not performing them made it that much harder to hold onto what faith I had left. Eventually, normal absolutes such as a religious basis for God became superficial.

Recently, however, events have happened to make me question my own agnosticism. There was this year’s avani avittam (related post still in progress), and the associated realization that the real depths of religion can only be understood by accepting everything about it completely. Hoping that faith is rejuvenated based on doing one set of rituals a year (no matter how sincerely) is not really doing much at all – indeed, it can seem hypocritical (as I’ve pointed out). Giving a way of life a real chance is the only way it can have a real effect. On the flip-side, my current apathy is based on the fact that blind faith does not hold up in my own scrutiny. Doing something just once a year for the sake of faith and assuming that the reason to do it will be found – and then finding none – has killed a lot of my faith. As cliched as it may sound, I need a reason better than ‘blind faith’ to accept religion completely again.

stop-gap post #984328

I had more than a few posts all done and ready for posting yesterday onwards.

Right now? I have deep deep thoughts. You know, the kind that can start a new religion ‘n stuff.

I’ll fill in the blanks later.

Meanwhile I encourage you to start reading up on the awesomeness of Scientology so that you know what you could be in for. Just sayin’.

there if no charge for awefomeness

whale breachAwefomeness #1: Whale watching in Boston. Pretty damn great. Watching the mother and baby whale play in the waters of the Stellwagen Bank is a little unbelievable – a sight not to be missed. The staff goes on about facts and figures and yada yada yada, but the actual sight is almost…surreal. As we approached, the baby actually breached completely, in addition to all the tail-and-fin-slapping. Something pretty rare, apparently. I would describe it, but words don’t do enough justice – and I don’t have good enough photos to make up the requisite thousand words. I can steal from a different set of photos from the time though – thanks to Gerry.

Awefomeness #2: The missus. Coming fresh off a weekend with her, it was a very close call to beat whale watching :P

KamineyAwefomeness #3: Kaminey. Think Pulp Fiction, Lock Stock and Manmohan Desai all rolled into one. Think about attention to detail (‘Dhan ta naa’ actually has one guy singing with and one guy singing without a lisp). Think the use of ‘Fatak!’. Think about making your characters so lovingly detailed that the hero gets sidelined. Think about the pure adrenaline rush of a movie perfectly executed, and living up to every expectation you had of it. ‘Aife aife log kaife kaife ho gaye..

Awefomeness #4: Old friends. There is a comfort and a feeling there that is hard to replicate elsewhere. Even just talking about random crap. These are people I have known for nearly 10 years now, and the effect is starting to really show. There was a line that Raghu once quoted to me (indirectly) as something he wished he could have carried off while I was around. I can feel it more now than ever before..

Awefomeness #5: Boltbus. No other for me, ever. Wifi + plug-points = Insane time-pass. Massive catch-up on Google Reader. And other reading too. Vague memories of the cramped UK bus trips (and the few Chinatown buses) are banished as I luxuriated in being able to stretch my own legs freely while sitting. While sitting. Bliss.

Awefomeness #6: Coke Studio. A musical Independence Day celebration for Pakistan via Coke – where is India’s? Both seasons online – video +audio – and completely free and legal to download/watch/listen! Artistes including Rahat Fateh, Ali Azmat, Strings… in what can only be termed as jamming to their best tunes. Classy, very classy.

Awefomeness #7: I’m actually learning to take photos. At least I think so (the missus does too – but I tell her she’s biased). I can tell about settings a lot more intuitively. And I truly only feel able to take photos with a camera like mine now – trying out a simpler camera in India was hell. Score.

goodbye whale

what is my super-power?

I’ve spoken more than once about my games while growing up. The cape on my shoulders: the flight, the jumping of buildings in a single bound. The vines: the jungles, the swinging and leaping through dense trees galore. The battle(s) with evil foes: the multiple times each one had to be beaten into submission. To the extent, the next time they returned I even had to show how the villains had came back. Detail was important. Swords, guns, bows/arrows, super-strength, death-defying stunts – they were enacted elaborately in my head.

Until someone entered the room.

Today I read comics. I follow multiple adventures at once: I resent the alien invasion of Earth, I remain on tenterhooks as Spidey figures out the dire plans of the next super-villain, I applaud the triumph of Batman over Darkseid (after a fashion anyway). I can live out my childhood fantasies in this world; I can hold onto ever-fading memories of a childhood game that always seem golden.

Until I close the book.

The struggle of a man to believe he matters, to believe he has super-powers and is therefore Special seems almost too real to be a movie. How many times must I have wished for one power? Forget the 40 that Superman has, or even the multitude of talent in Batman. I wanted one ability to mark me as Special. Super-speed, agility, brilliance, super-strength.. something. Funnily enough, that dream still remains. Deep, deep down inside. I want to believe I am amazingly different, amazingly gifted, unique in a way never seen before. We all probably do.

The truth is, with so many billions and billions of people on the planet, most of us can’t be unique or important in any meaningful way...We don’t have any magical powers, we don’t have any great battles to fight…We just have reality. – Les, Special (2006)

I still dream that I will do a crap-load of things that will make me really Special. They have less to do with super-strength and more to do with possibly achievable things – learn languages galore, learn martial arts, magic tricks, mastering esoteric subjects and so on. Some of these are mere approximations to what I have seen my “heroes” do in my own head, others motivated by more practical reasons, or even just because they are ‘cool’. Is that really what I should be aiming for?

Or should I ground myself in hard reality?

Maybe the ability to face reality is the only super-power we need.

It certainly seems to be the most difficult to acquire.

Based on watching ‘Special

reason #32423+2

…about the not-doing-a-PhD bit.

While I work on the much more elaborate post that has had roughly 4 words added to it per day since Wednesday, the only thought that continues to resonate after seeing this article is:

You’re fuckin’ kidding me right?

p.s. reason #32423+1 (= 32424)  was when Akshay Kumar got a PhD. Just FYI.

p.p.s. Alternate title for this post could also have been ‘non-post #945353466′. Just so you know.