The Silver Screen

It was one tiring night at about 9PM when I was returning home from work. I got on the good ol' 342F and as the bus rattled along I slid into an empty seat and searched for my music player to listen to a good 3-4 songs of Cream before I reached my destination. Then to my horror, onto the bus came a gang of bratty boys full of jokes, laughter and random 'kalais'. They were making a huge ruckus, but were having fun nonetheless. It felt just like being back in college.

I wanted to punch them all square across the jaw and throw them off the bus..

A couple of days later, it was again a tiring night at about 9PM when I was returning home from work. I got on one of those private buses and as the bus rattled along I slid into an empty seat and searched for my music player to listen to a good 3-4 songs of Cream before I reached my destination. Then to my horror, the TV on the bus turned on with the speakers at full volume. It showed a random scene from a movie about a gang of bratty boys full of jokes, laughter and random 'kalais'. They were making a huge ruckus, but were having fun nonetheless. It felt just like being back in college watching that scene from the movie.

I didn't mind it, in fact I quite enjoyed it..

It was only after getting off the bus that I realized my hypocrisy. Why was so intolerant of those boys who got on the bus but didn't mind the exact same thing happening on the TV. From my point view, both ways, it should have simply been 'entertainment'!

Are we biased to let our guard down and accept easily what we see on TV? I wonder....

Thought Of Inflexion

[While listening to "Better Man" by Oasis, exam answers at school, "Better Man" by Oasis again, a long bus ride, missing my blog, knowing that life gets you no where unless you do something, trying to make a mark in the world by writing something new, knowing you might suck at it but old enough to know that you'd suck more if you didn't try.. yea, you get the picture...]

Imagine your life to be a function.
Yes, a function, those f(x) thingys. What you do is mostly f(x). What you say or feel is mostly f'(x) (or even f'(-x) considering the fact that we sometimes so the exact opposite of what we say or feel). And its our thought which is f''(x).

Now the point of inflexion is the point where f''(x) changes signs.

-x-x-

Now imagine that you're gonna do something real bad. You know it as being bad of course, yet you get some (which you know is sick/bad) pleasure out of it .... and you do it anyway.

(You're know angel, c'mon think of SOMETHING! Got it? Good lets proceed)

Now just forget everything and think of something where you did something you had never done before... and loved it!

(C'mon, you must have plenty of memories!)

What really happened here? How did YOU do it? Sure there may have been cheering, memories jeering or even a gun or two pointed at your back, but really, what happened?

I want to take an example of someone trying to reduce weight(Thats a 'politically correct' example :) )

Lets assume that he/she has fixed a new exercise regime which starts at 6 AM and they are all gung ho about it the night before, while lying in their bed about to sleep.

Its 6 AM the next day and the alarm rings when ....

Scenario 1
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f(x)=what you do = hit the snooze button
f'(x) = what you say or feel = i know i suck.. i'll stop sucking from tomorrow though. i'll pass for today. The sky isn't going to fall on my head is it?
f''(x)= what you think= zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Scenario 2
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f(x)=what you do=jump out of bed and do ten push ups!
f'(x) = what you say or feel =today I'm gonna make a change and be awesome!!
f''(x)= what you think=Get up at any cost, now!!!

(Yay! so many exclamation marks!!!! f'''(x) = n00b)

f''(x) here is the Thought Of Inflexion

To me here, the most interesting thing is f''(x). Our whole lives are governed by thoughts which drive our everyday lives[f''(x) affects f(x) and f'(x). Its the inner drive for f(x) and f'(x)]
Every little choice that we make throws our life this way or that. But if only we could control a thought, the thoughts that follow from it can all be useful and awesome.

Hope that wasn't preachy, f'''(x) = zzzzzz



The Silence Thereafter


[n00b poem :D]

We could hear a crack, followed by a scream.
A triumphal joy, a winner's dream
One was fat, while the other was lean
The thing they had in common, they both were in jeans

Me? I was playing pool
With meager skills, we sure looked like fools,
And then there were some trying to act cool
Smacking balls in, the cue as a tool

And then suddenly the noise there stopped,
The bubble of joy had but popped
With every ball down, all egos cropped
The silence thereafter, like a teardrop

"Yo!"