Friday, July 04, 2008 

Of Martian men and women from Venus.

This one's a purely जनहित में जारी (Issued in Public Interest) post marked by a special guest (re)appearance of LoveGuru, one that I suppose everybody can use for today I'm going to teach you something that everybody should know to make life a little simpler। A lot of people learn this the hard way, anyway, but people, to put in simple terms, men and women have different genetic hardwiring in their brains, and hence just like hundreds of other things, they also communicate differently.

Now everybody knows that women have a much larger intrinsic need to communicate that men, their brains have bigger lockers marked for communication and that women are weird. That said, what's true is they also interpret and process the same words and sentences differently than men. Men mean a lot of what they say literally, and are naturally inclined to process information like that. Their brain is hardwired to work in logical flows only (the correctness of which maybe debatable occasionally, but whatever). Women on the other hand go by feeling the words a lot lot more than meaning them. 99% of the times, you cannot interpret it literally, especially all the poetic blanket nevers, nothings, and always.
Half the arguments in this world happen because of communication gaps like that. The woman wants to be made to feel loved n special for some minutes, or something like that and doesn't get it, n says, you never love me, or you never have time for me, or you never take me out. The man counters with hundreds of examples that counter such an obviously baseless lie, and the moment is doomed. The man says I love you as a matter of fact, it doesnt sound to her as he meant it, n she thinks now he's trying to distance away from me/hiding something/doesn't want to talk to me. Catastrophe. The man says I'm busy now and fails to convince her of that. She is convinced he's ignoring her. Women!

There are endless examples, and a lot of these real avoidable by choosing different words and by investing an extra minute to make yourself explicit and convincing, because after that point women also trust with immense faith. Women can be a little helpful by remembering to believe what's being told sometimes as it is too, though again, not at the cost of their sixth sense.
Men react to most problems by trying to solve them, and often withdrawing within themselves to reach it. Women on the other hand manage to solve half their problems just be talking about it, so they sometimes need to be simply heard to for all their crap without necessary solving them. Give her the patience he needs and she can be equally rational, and faster than men mostly, after that. So if you want to help a women, let her talk, let her feel secure n heard, n then she'd solve it n be fine on her own. If you want to help a man, give him his space and time, don't interpret his actions within that period as withdrawal or lack of attention to you. Just because he needs to focus on himself for sometime does not mean he's stopped loving you. Give him the patience he needs n just let him know you're around.

Ok, enough funde for one lecture. I'd end with a really common one. For example, when men are asked what's wrong and they say nothing, 99% of the times they mean nothing, or something really trivial that they can and would rather handle on their own. On the cntrary, 99% of the times when women say nothing they don't mean it the least. If it were something trivial, she'd easily tell you in as much detail and assure you can take care of it. But nothing is serious, and 60% of the time they'd be willing to tell you what it is if you sincerely asked them 2 or 3 times again. But, because of these huge intrinsic differences men and women interpret each other differently. Women think the man's nothing is something serious, and asks him again and again, completely irritating him and often resulting in "Leave me alone" "You don't trust me" kinda situations. Similarly, men take the nothing literally and do not pursue the topic, and she gets hurt feeling uncared and unlistened blah blah.

How complicated, right. But just knowing and understanding this makes people more patient and avoids misunderstandings sometimes. So, S, here the lecture ends. Hope it was what yu asked for.

Ciao.

~LoveGuru

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Thursday, July 03, 2008 

The night time.

I didn't know this, one of the side-effects of listening too much instrumental music is that you start thinking on the rhythm. Here, look at how words ruin a great song, if you can make out which:

So awake in the night time
Wandering about
I want to ask what
I'm doing around
I want to know why
I wouldn't sleep
I want to know what
I want to keep
Lost in the night time
Looking for a plan
I want to want
and I want to know I can

Will I ever reach where
I really wanna go
Just what place is that
will I ever know
Reaching out in the darkness
Will you understand?
I just want to want
and I want to know I can.


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Tuesday, July 01, 2008 

More or less, to think about in spare time only

More or less, everybody has someone who thinks they are the best. More or less, everybody has a testimonial that says they are sweet, kind, helpful, wonderful, gem of a person. More or less, everybody loves, and is loved. Yet, people are different. Even those who believe everyone is basically a good person does not really believe it when they interact with everybody around them. Some are good, some are weird, some are adorable, some are worth ignoring and some are absolute selfish devils. The rest have nothing in them to avoid indifference. To everyone, someone is one of these. Does that eventually make everyone the same, or everyone unique? Or both?

More or less, everyone is trying to get somewhere. Or waiting while everything else around them changes so that they are automatically transported elsewhere. And passively being changed by the gradients of the environment. And actively trying to find themselves and changing for (what they think) the better. Isn't it possible, that in the craziness of all this motion, everything stays randomly distributed, effectively at steady state, effectively remaining the same all the time? Mathematically that would be a good model. Physically, it makes everything so pointless. More or less. But still, despite bursting with examples and arguments to prove otherwise to me, just sit and imagine for a minute a real model like that, or better, don't apply it to what I said...apply it to any plausible system, randomly distributed events in a pseudo steady state that keeps afloat the universe... then tell me what would happen if one of the factors that together create the randomness consciously stops acting an does nothing. Or just fails.

Are we, each one of us, not a factor?

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Saturday, June 28, 2008 

Dedicated to HRD Minister

Mr. Arjun Singh, you seriously need a brain transplant.
Now the HRD minister wants quota for IIT faculty!!! For heaven's sake!!
This is the height of ridicule. There's already reservation for all staff and now students in IIT. And as of the latter wasn't already going to diminish the standards and brand of this place, you now want faculty to get the caste flag. How divisive politics can be! This makes me so angry I want to kill him. And it's absolutely senseless too. Already we do not have the 'best' faculty owing to the low salary bars the govt fixes for IIT professors. Now, everything will be destroyed. Seriously, is this the British Empire days in disguise, divide India, rule India???
And this time, I can't see which vote bank he's trying to pander to, either. The number of people who potentially benefit from this move would be abysmally low, and the OBC community is enough appeased by whatever has already happened. But just the thought of something so outrageous in his head is disgusting for every single person with an ounce of brain in his head. It's like buying sub standard machinery to make guns during war time.

This govt, powerless enough to control inflation and powerless enough to go through with probably the only good thing they have brought up, the nuclear deal, has it now sold out the country too?!?!

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Friday, June 27, 2008 

Dedicated to IIT girls


WATCH OUT!!

No matter how smart and sweet you are,
(and one day you'd surely be noticed for that too)
if you keep on outdoing them all the time,
(and making them feel suicidal)
one day they will get back at you.
By hook or by crook.

(just to be fair, you know...though I'm sure Vik n others would find better captions :P :P)

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Thursday, June 26, 2008 

Dedicated to IIT guys

No matter how big you are, everyone needs a good shower.
Everyone. Everyday.

P.S. A junior of mine recently set a record of 78 bath-less days. Some people I know, despite the terrible humidity, seem set to challenge it. I'm gifting deodorant tomorrow.

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Wednesday, June 25, 2008 

Funde, again.

Just the quickies:
  • Everybody's pain is colored the same shade, and yet each has it's own story.No matter how many bright colors the joy have, each happy story is essentially the same.
  • The thing we believe the most, is the one we know the least about.
And among other things, it's happy birthday bro, Niks, Juhi, and 25th anniversary of 1983 cricket world cup victory today(whatever!). So while the midnight was about 5 people in an empty hostel eating and playing with two cakes, and hopefully this evening would be about not kicking my bro's butt for a change, right now it seems like...err...nothing...I need to stop drawing analogies.

Cheers.

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Tuesday, June 24, 2008 

Tamanna

Ek meetha ehsaas
Khud ke hone ka aabhaas
Pyar nahi,
par vishwas.
Khud ke liye nahi
kisi aur ke liye jeena
Madad nahi,
bas sath.
Lamba nahi
bas chhota sa jeewan
Lamba nahi
bas mehka sa saawan
Halki halki boondein
Thodi si meherbani
Zara si barish,
thoda sa paani.

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Sunday, June 22, 2008 

Why life is (a) comic?

Needing someone is like needing a parachute. If he isn't there the first time you need him, chances are you won't be needing him again.

~Dilbert.

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Friday, June 20, 2008 

Vacuum-II

(continued from here)

He was right when he said that eventually the moments, the memory, the nostalgia, the pain, the loneliness, the real you...it catches up and then you can't run anymore. As I got to know him more I got to sense some of his pains, his fresh wounds, his undying love for her, his hatred of himself for letting her down and losing her...all this was there, and his eyes weren't opaque anymore either. In the translucency of those eyes I understood a lot more than what was said, and I knew unless he stopped and faced himself, the facade would consume all of him. He had to stop and let the pain pass through him before it caught him, and somehow it was my job to help him realise that. He was right, the memories eventualy get to you. Today I almost feel the same sensations of pain and helplessness I had felt then when I wanted to help a friend. I miss him.

Is dil mein yaadon ke mele hain Tum bin bahut hum akele hain

It wasn't as if I was the one helping him. I was just the one pointing at the problem and the solution, both of which he knew, both of which lay right before he eyes, both of which he didn't want to see. He was the one helping me by being a mirror to my life at points. He was the one who helped me be strong and faced things in my life. He was the one who helped me be courageous enough to go ahead and fall in love.

I never admitted it to him, but there were moments when his eyes became perfectly transparent and reflected my life, my thoughts, my unshared secrets, my complexes, my pain. I never admitted it to him, but laughing with him on inane things, quietly sitting by the side when he sobbed in silence, being a part of the frenzy weirdity myself in his world, in all those moments, I had chosen to trust him as well. I never admitted it to him, but he was my best friend.

And then, like all things, good and bad, that phase came to an end one day. The hows and the whys are almost irrelevant today, nothing I want to remember for they were absolutely trivial. Just like that, one day, it was time to move on. He knows he can come back to me whenever he needs me, and that's enough. Just like that, life had become happier, peaceful, busier, farther and now I had no space in his world either. And I didn't feel bad about it, for it wasn't bitter, only natural. I didn't even feel worried anymore for she is back to take care of him, and for her poise and her loving heart, she is among the most adorable people I know.

I felt...almost nothing. I just missed him. Still do.

Aa jao laut kar tum ye dil, keh raha hai...

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