Three randon thoughts and a pop theory

1. when you've met enough people, everyone seems like someone.

2. Long ago, I used to chat to myself. It felt good when somebody talked just like me.
Now I don't sound like myself to me anymore so I chat to others only.

3. Five greatest inventions of mankind - Wheel, Wings, Microchip, Fire, and Football.


And The Pop Theory-

Mostly, love is like groping in the dark. You get hold of someone and you fall in love - not because you most certainly love them but because you are most uncertain whether you will get hold of someone else ever again.

And perhaps, that explains a lot of homosexual behavior. With the increased population, there is higher density in that darkness and hence, more groping. However, with the higher numbers, the competition is also enhanced, hence, an even thinner possibility of fishing out 'The One', so people tend to fall even for same sex.

This also explains a lot of break-up and divorce behavior. With a bigger population and higher density, there are more and frequent shoulder-rubbing in the dark. With so much of clashing and groping, people soon realize that getting on to another one in the hope of finding 'The One' is not very difficult. They also realize that though there is greater competition due to large numbers, the opportunities have also risen and a greater number of choices available. Hence, risk in break-up or divorce is systematically reduced and they can frequently grope in the dark in the hope of finding another groper.

Round 4 and still in Love :)

Started watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S. yesterday for the fourth time. For over a year now, watched all ten seasons at random, one by one, and at random again. This time, started with the first season and now, after two days and four episodes past season one, I'm in love with all of them all over again.
Last time I wrote on Friday, 7 March, 2008 about F.R.I.E.N.D.S. and closed the post with asking above all, are they still F.R.I.E.N.D.S.? Many a things have changed since then. My own dynamics with many of my friends have changed a lot, specially with the one who introduced me to the series. But as F.R.I.E.N.D.S. taught me - In life, you have to move on... So shall I... from fourth round to fifth and from dearest to....... dearest!

Abu - one year ago

One year ago, I was in the hill city of Abu.

One year ago, Abu looked like this from a hill temple.

One year ago, these kids had a meal on a footpath near Nakki Lake.

One year ago, the Abu Sunset looked like this from the Sunset point.

Everything has changed for me, don't know for better or for worse...

I hope everything has changed there too and hopefully, all for better only - the city looks a lot more green, the kids go to some school with their lunchbox, and the sunset... well, that must be a lot brighter now.

After all, not every Sun that sets leave the world in dark... like the one in my world has!

Did I do something wrong?

In the past few months, I encountered a dilemma twice - Am I doing something wrong? Let me share the instances first.

Incident # 1

I was in Lucknow for Diwali and going to Gomti Nagar by my scooter. On one road, there was some barricading , leaving a part of road open. Since there was no sign like no entry or one way, I entered the road. However, it was a one way. I was told that the traffic police do not put up a sign so that the targets of challan can be achieved. At the end of the road, there were two constables for checking papers. Although my scooter doesn't have a problem of throwing excess smoke, it didn't had a pollution control certificate either. More problematically, the insurance was also expired and neither me nor anybody back home renewed it.
So finally, there were two options for me - first, get a challan, leave my papers with traffic police, pay some 1350 bucks in penalty, go to their office, and get the papers back after three days, as the office was closed for Diwali; and second - slip a 100 bucks to the constable and drive away in peace.
I chose the latter. Although I picked the most convenient option and there are a lot of justifications, like - it was 'wasooli' time and there was no signboard to declare it one-way. But somehow, no justification works when I feel guilty for bribing.

Incident # 2
I was in Vadodara, roaming around after a day long conference. I saw a small roadside 'gumti' selling dry fruits . It was run by a lady with two small and cute kids. It would obviously be difficult for her to sustain household with two kids. With this impulsive thought, I decided to buy some dry fruits from her. However, as my stuff was being packed, handcart-pullers standing nearby started running in one direction. It was a policeman removing them all from there, including the dry fruit shop. At that moment, I encountered the dilemma - am I helping a poor lady to sustain or am I encouraging encroachment? Finally, I took the stuff but got hooked to this chaos within.

I am sure that there was something wrong on my part on both the times. What I am not sure of is how wrong was I. There are deeper connotations as well but let those be food for thought for all of us.