Pedestals

We as human beings survive on two basic instincts. One: Survival. That is one thing that remains constant through our lives.

The other thing, judgement. The only way one can survive is through a good sense of judgement. Because if we didn’t have our judgement, we’d soon become the hunted than be the hunters.

But here’s the thing. judgement in itself is a very tricky thing. Gone are the days when we were battling other species to survive. We are way beyond that phase now. Now all we are battling is one another in this world that we’ve built for ourselves. And the thing with a world like this is judgement becomes irrelevant yet our ages of evolution does not let us let go of it.

Often, the instinct to judge someone leads to you either rubbishing them or putting them on pedestals. While rubbishing them is a completely fine thing considering the outputs of this can only be inspiring the other person to prove a point, putting people on pedestals is what does a lot of harm.

We form ideas and images in our head of how a certain person is. Say an idol for that matter. This is until you know them. Once you do, you see a completely different side to them. And sometimes, or let’s be honest and say most times, you find them not worthy of the pedestal you have put them on.

And we end up hurting ourselves in the process. We tend to give up on people very soon for no fault of theirs. Because at the end of the day, they were just being what they were. It was us that put them up there and now we’re disappointed that they did not match out thoughts which we never conveyed to them in the first place.

We humans certainly are a funny species! Take that dinosaurs!

It’s a cycle!

Fuck yeah, it IS A CYCLE!

You see, when shit is going down, you think it is the end of the world.

Well guess what? It isn’t. It is just a cycle. That entire feeling of the pre shit going down era comes back to you.

But it does, only if you live long enough to outlive that shitty feeling.

And trust me, if you end up out living that feel, it all starts from scratch. That ‘first everything’ returns. That sweet smell in the air. Them little red hearts flying everywhere. Well not the last part literally, that’d be gross.

But seriously, shit does go down, and how!

I always thought it was a hoax. There is no end to the tunnel. In fact, I was pretty sure this is a propaganda that things get better.

I have never been more wrong in my entire life put together.

Guess it is time to buckle up, get ready and head out into the horizon!

Because you know what they say, …… I’m not saying it. You know it already!

Wha? Yes that’s it! Okay bye! 😀

The chronology obsession

Let’s begin by saying I’m not a writer. I’m not a thinker. And if you follow my blog, you pretty well know, I am not a good blogger either.

#Modesty :p

So this one’s a serious one. If you’re here for fun, THOU SHALL NOT PASS!

Over the years (that is excluding the years I though Lesbians were what people from Lebanon were called, which roughly means over the last five years), I have noticed that human beings have some sort of obsession with chronology.

Everything in life, has to be in an order. I mean there are some things that have to follow a chronology, like being born, then growing old before eventually dying. Unless you are THAT guy from the Curious Case of Benjamin Button.

But then, why do we need to have an order for everything? Why study first and then go exploring your field?

Why marry first and then decide to have a family? Why not have a family? settle in, then have a marriage?

Why do people have to judge you when you eat your rice with rasam first and then eat sambar/dal during an Andhra meal?

I am sure most of my questions would come across as pretty stupid ones. But that is purely because an order has strictly been put into our head. “This is how the world works and you have no option but to follow it, or we kill you.” *cough cough* Galileo *cough*.

Who are these people who set the rules? Who are these people who force us to live our lives like a proper Rajshree Productions movie?

I don’t want to live it that way. I want it to be like Pulp Fiction. In an order I like and in a way that pleases me. And if it doesn’t please you, then fuck off, because a few years from now, you’ll realise it. But it’ll be too late by then.

PS: This is not a rant. My parents did not force me into engineering. I love what I do. This blog is just because I cannot digest the fact that many people cannot do what they love because of social convention and this entire chronology of life that we’ve created.

#MahLyfMahRulezz :’D

One night’s sleep. YAYY!!

This is the first time I’m blogging so early in the morning. One good reason for that is because after the creation of the blog, this is the first time I’ve had one full night’s sleep.

NO KIDDING! 😀

Usually, I cannot sleep. You know, I’m one of those zombie people. Awake all night. Sleepy all day. Still cannot sleep in the day.

And sometimes I go 3-4 days straight without sleeping, unintentionally.

But not last night. I got a full night’s sleep and this is AWESOME! That’s probably the only reason I’m blogging as soon as I woke up. To express exactly how I feel.

It just feels so abnormal. I mean it’s morning and my head is not feeling heavy, I feel like breakfast. Otherwise it’s hogging all night. :p

Most of all, I don’t feel lazy. This is pretty awesome. I’m sure it’s a one time thing, but it is good. 😀

Hey, stop judging me. It might be nothing extra ordinary for you, but to me, this is an achievement. 😉

Okay, that’s about it!

Later! 😀

The corporate chewing gum

After 3 attempts of working in a corporate, (all of which ended in a not-so-good manner) I have come to terms with the fact that I can never work in a corporate.

My latest experience was with Amazon.com. Now, no offense to the company or what they do, the work isn’t something that one aspires to do. The people were very friendly and yes, I do miss my friends from that place, but then, the work was which led to  my exit from the organisation.

The problem of being in a corporate is the work is very boring. Trust me it is. It is like a chewing gum. The first 2 months at every place are brilliant. This is mostly because you are being ‘trained’ for the work. What is the work? I’ll come to that. 😀

So, you do nothing but sit in an air-conditioned room, listening to a person who tells you how to go about doing your work. Then, he gives you training on how to be, act and behave like an American. Americans, if you read my blog, you should know that in the training, they tells us that each and every one of you are sweet, obese and cranky. And to be successful at the job, we too have to be an American. No, don’t worry, there are enough of us there, we won’t apply for citizenship. By being American, we mean, trying to fake an American accent and terribly failing at it owing to our Indian accent and mindset.

Also, the corporates give you loads and loads of comforts. Making you lazy enough to not adjust anywhere. The comforts include 5-day week, pick up and drop, fake accents, a statement proclaiming that we’re the cool Indians who are above the regular ones, free food, loads of it and of course, the ‘rich culture of America’. It gets better when you get your salary, for enjoying all these benefits and doing nothing.

Look at all these sheep. :p
Look at all these sheep. :p

You wonder why are they paying you so much for doing nothing. Then, the work starts!

This is where it all starts falling apart. “Hello, I’m Richard (Yes that’s my American name), how may I assist you?” When you say this on the first day, you feel every word of it, apart from the pseudo name. :p

This sentence is used at least 40 times a day by a part timer. Initially, the customers’ queries are new, you love talking to them. 7 days into the job. “Hello, I’m Richard. (You start believing you are Richard) How may I help you? (In your head you are saying fuck this shit, why can’t you solve your own problems)”.

“My PC isn’t working.” Me: No problem, I’ll be happy to assist you. (Hell yeah, kiss my ass! I’m not at all happy about this shit.)

After 15 minutes of explaining what Windows is, the customer says “Oh, sorry, it was a mistake from my end. The power was off. It’s working now.”

What the fuck? Seriously? :D
What the fuck? Seriously? 😀

“Oh yes, sometimes that can be an issue (you dumb bitch). Is there anything else I can assist you with? (you rich pig with all the technology at your disposal.)” Sometimes, you feel like you are talking to an ape who knows English and has a lot of technology with him.

I can keep going with this for hours together. I believe you have an understanding of what I mean.

So, two moths into the job, you are frustrated, the pick up feels like a call from hell, the free food feels like peanuts when compared to what you do, and you feel like a jackass in front of the system trying to be someone who you aren’t. This is where corporate feels like a chewing gum you have been chewing for 17 hours. (Yes I’ve tried that).

So all in all, this is what is my understanding of the corporate world, or the corporate chewing gum. 😀

The corporate chewing gum. Looks as good as this when you start. :p
The corporate chewing gum. Looks as good as this when you start. :p