Good morning fellow blood suckers :P
Firstly an apology for not providing laughter and mirth for the past week, have been busy with worrying about my exams and worrying still that Iam doing nothing but worry.....I guess we should not worry about it anymore..:P
Today I vow to steer clear of all serious topic and jolly well make fun of the most coveted desire i.e immortality......fear not we wont discuss the social evils we can correct (who wants to :P) rather we would pick it up and make fun of it until even the concept of immortality dies a mortal death :P
A few days back while perusing the daily news for news of jennifer aniston (yes people like me read the dailys only to know which bugger finally she is going out with and curse him like the dickens :P) , I came across a guy called Ray Kurzweil, I mean do the parents think before they name the kid coz they have been prophetic. Ray "of hope" has surmised that in 20 years or so we would be having tiny buggers called nanobots in our blood stream which would reverse the ageing process and provide artficial support to the system as the organs gradually wear away......Thats really good news ....lets have a look at the different sections of the society wherein Rays claim may have an impact
a) Young Lovelorn tending towards middle age chappies: My heart bleeds for this particular section of the sciety. Painfully shy these youngsters attribute their asocial ways to a specific rareness of soul :P which is not the case, everybody has the same soul and these chappies are just deluding themselves :P.....For these younglings only the big dreams do matter...if asked to haggle over the price of an overpriced tomato they would shy away like timid rabbits :P ....again they do appear to attribute the lack of street smartness to a specific rarity of the soul :P
In matters of the heart these oversized buffons normally take around 3-4 years just to talk to the object of their affection. One can imagine the painfull and agonising experience they undergo as the wooing proceeds further.....and we can safely estimate that they may dandle their kids on their knees when actually the kness are no more :P......Ray provides a way out for these people .....by providing nanobots.....with immortality around the corner these guys might as well take aeons to woo their mates without the risk of one of them succumbing to rheumatism due to old age.....one more way to look at it would be to the object of affection would never age.....this is obviously a very desirable trait.....lot of our men folks have been surprised one morning to wake up and find that this was not what they had signed in for :P.....especially when the makeup fades away bringing forth the natural beauty in all glory :P.......
b)Students : One more section of society containing all the future scientists,visionaries and obviously dictators :P.....this section evokes our pity....what with assignments and grumpy unsatisfied teachers ....they are naturally worried over the developments.....what if the nanobots make the irritating teacher immortal......when the professor humiliates the student for not completing the assignment and does so in front of the girl whom he secretly oggles at ,it fills his bosom with a vengeance which he cannot vent and what better recourse than nature to fulfill his revenge:P....he secretly prays that the teacher may suffer a debilitating lumbago or atleast the milder forms of parkinsons disease so that he may get his assignments signed from her without much ado :P .......yes the world will be a sad place for the pupil community once Ray succeeds in his nefarious plot.
c)The go-getters: this section which believes that life is not just about running fast and winning but about rubbing it in the face of the losers.......will be the most hit......IF everybody is immortal then why the heck should we compete....man even I like the idea......ambition itself has no meaning ...:P ....as it is we are all going to exist boringly for eternity......why should we poison our lives with competition.....let the go-getters win ...we would bask in the shade eating softies and chide them for being immature and not understanding the true nature of things :P
I think I have made y point (have I? :P...but it sounds cool t ask this question :P)
As I write I have a feeling that I have started to ramble....so before you guys lynch me and request google to drop my blog like a hot potato......I would like to sign off
Ciao.....
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
Tribute to munshiji......
hullo hullo.....
A very good morning to all of you guys.....It being the weekend I know that you guys would be thinking of doing something creative and before you finalise on the nitty gritty details, Monday morning shows its smirking blue face...:P....but thats how it works....creativity is the language of the soul.....it flows of its free will and not like the ruddy municipality tap :P........Thats the voice of truth for this week ....mull over it people....:P.....
Its always nice to advice other people when one is unemployed......sort of feels like the job for the day is done :P.....
Last week was eventful..what with my resignation and all.......it was fun though....one never knows what one is expected to do after the resignation.......Do we still go to office and act as if its the best thing on earth or go ahead and have a blast and let the future take care of itself.....:P
Well enough of me though I know its a very intersting topic......lets talk about munshiji......
Munshi premchand (he is known as the shakespeare of hindi...)is one of the best writers I have read.......I never knew that hindi could be so beautiful.......There are words of expression in hindi that english cannot boast of having........And also his style.........how do I describe it......It has that distinctive indian flavour to it, sarcasm without the bitter aftertaste , a sparkling wittism and a deep understanding of the human nature.....and an endearing simplicity which makes the reader go back again and again to it , as if he had missed something in the initial read.....
Born in the time of the Raj.....his stories were mainly about the feudal system which was established by the Raj......and the way the common man strove to express his identity in a country where people are taught from infancy onwards to be patient and bear the flings of fortune without a murmur........Indian society in those days was bound by rigid conventional values and society as a whole could not compete with the capitalist monster that the british raj stood for......the indian intelligentsia was thought to be a crass crowd of village bumpkins who could not understand the opera nor swig wine and look intelligent......
Many of his stories tear apart the hypocrisy and the false hood that many indians adopted in order to be in the good books of the Raj........One of his stories describe about how an unsuccesfull but brilliant hindi writer is summoned to a gathering of writers where he finds to his dismay that all of them have assembled there not to discuss literature but to prove the superiority of foreign authors over the indian scribes.
He throws away an oppurtunity to mingle with the elite embracing penury and discloses towards the end the satisfaction he feels of being true to himself and his knowledge. In short he would rather be in the company of the great than in those of the rich. His writings mostly reflected I think the phase he was going through in his life....some of them exhort the common man to take to the way of truth emphasising that truth always triumphed and some spoke about the futility of pursuing anything steadfastedly as life was too ephemeral to be conditioned so rigiidly.... .a staunch gandhian....he left his job when he heard the clarion call of the nation and survived on a meagre pittance through his writings........none of his writings glorify people rather they speak about normal people and their reactions to overpowering social and political circumstances.
.....I really am glad that I picked up Munshijis book from the kabadiwallah than dan browns the lost symbol....though I really am a great fan of his brilliant conspiracy thories......:P
sometimes the truth is stranger and much more endearing than fiction :P
P.S for all my friends who are in general averse to any serious discussion and who are right now cursing me like the dickens.....my humble apology....:P....the next issue shall be filled with mirth and laughter till you snort .....until then .......jai hind :P
A very good morning to all of you guys.....It being the weekend I know that you guys would be thinking of doing something creative and before you finalise on the nitty gritty details, Monday morning shows its smirking blue face...:P....but thats how it works....creativity is the language of the soul.....it flows of its free will and not like the ruddy municipality tap :P........Thats the voice of truth for this week ....mull over it people....:P.....
Its always nice to advice other people when one is unemployed......sort of feels like the job for the day is done :P.....
Last week was eventful..what with my resignation and all.......it was fun though....one never knows what one is expected to do after the resignation.......Do we still go to office and act as if its the best thing on earth or go ahead and have a blast and let the future take care of itself.....:P
Well enough of me though I know its a very intersting topic......lets talk about munshiji......
Munshi premchand (he is known as the shakespeare of hindi...)is one of the best writers I have read.......I never knew that hindi could be so beautiful.......There are words of expression in hindi that english cannot boast of having........And also his style.........how do I describe it......It has that distinctive indian flavour to it, sarcasm without the bitter aftertaste , a sparkling wittism and a deep understanding of the human nature.....and an endearing simplicity which makes the reader go back again and again to it , as if he had missed something in the initial read.....
Born in the time of the Raj.....his stories were mainly about the feudal system which was established by the Raj......and the way the common man strove to express his identity in a country where people are taught from infancy onwards to be patient and bear the flings of fortune without a murmur........Indian society in those days was bound by rigid conventional values and society as a whole could not compete with the capitalist monster that the british raj stood for......the indian intelligentsia was thought to be a crass crowd of village bumpkins who could not understand the opera nor swig wine and look intelligent......
Many of his stories tear apart the hypocrisy and the false hood that many indians adopted in order to be in the good books of the Raj........One of his stories describe about how an unsuccesfull but brilliant hindi writer is summoned to a gathering of writers where he finds to his dismay that all of them have assembled there not to discuss literature but to prove the superiority of foreign authors over the indian scribes.
He throws away an oppurtunity to mingle with the elite embracing penury and discloses towards the end the satisfaction he feels of being true to himself and his knowledge. In short he would rather be in the company of the great than in those of the rich. His writings mostly reflected I think the phase he was going through in his life....some of them exhort the common man to take to the way of truth emphasising that truth always triumphed and some spoke about the futility of pursuing anything steadfastedly as life was too ephemeral to be conditioned so rigiidly.... .a staunch gandhian....he left his job when he heard the clarion call of the nation and survived on a meagre pittance through his writings........none of his writings glorify people rather they speak about normal people and their reactions to overpowering social and political circumstances.
.....I really am glad that I picked up Munshijis book from the kabadiwallah than dan browns the lost symbol....though I really am a great fan of his brilliant conspiracy thories......:P
sometimes the truth is stranger and much more endearing than fiction :P
P.S for all my friends who are in general averse to any serious discussion and who are right now cursing me like the dickens.....my humble apology....:P....the next issue shall be filled with mirth and laughter till you snort .....until then .......jai hind :P
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