There is so much pleasure in being in love.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Friday, August 08, 2014
Tuesday, July 08, 2014
Sunday, July 06, 2014
Saturday, June 28, 2014
My friend goes through them often because of the stage he's ended up acting on.
I've caught it. Like an illness. And because I have, it's becoming harder and harder to care about anything at all.
Beggars- the weaker species will die out
Empathy- some evolutionary trait
Patterns- We seem to admire things on repeat.
Sex education, condoms & moral science- everything, every single thing we do, pushes us towards the survival of the race. Like any other insect or animal. Like anthills, beehives, plants or parasites.
The only thing that lies between here and death is gratification (of self). Romanticised in all its glory.
Category 1: What's the story?
Category 2: Maslow's hierarchy of needs theory
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Monday, June 16, 2014
Friday, June 13, 2014
If you want to see something, look.
If you want to touch something, touch it.
If you want to smell something, smell it.
Enjoy the experience but know that it's not forever. If it's a flower, for example, it's going to die.
It's not nice, but it's reality.
Saturday, June 07, 2014
That's probably what happens when I plan my own trips, I suppose.
Kempagowda Airport: I forgot my flight ticket. Fortunately, they let me board with just my passport
Muscat Airport: I bump into my best friend and we hang while we wait for our flights
Paris CDG: Laura, my sister, arrives to pick me up, convinced that I'd get lost the metro ride from the airport to the apartment. :)
Paris CDG: Lufthansa is automating everything, right from getting your boarding pass, by simply scanning your passport, to checking in your luggage, by scanning your boarding pass. It's wonderful, although I can't but help think about the loss of jobs.
Munich Airport: I lied at the ticket counter saying I was traveling with a group when I wasn't (to get a cheaper ticket). As I feared, I got caught.
Munich station: Uneventful (Don't shop at the Hbh station. Shop at the airport supermarket instead, it's cheaper)
Paris metro: A man helps me with my heavy suitcase; two older gentlemen help me again when it gets stuck at the gate. I make it to the airport with no further incidences.
Muscat Airport: I bump into two friends heading back. We're on the same flight. We meet at the grubby section reserved for grubby Indians for grubby flights to India.
Kempagowda Airport: I worry that my suitcase is not on the carousel because I've been caught for not declaring all that cheese and that 1 tulip bulb that I brought back. What really happened was that I'd forgotten which suitcase I was carrying and was looking out for the wrong one.
This summary makes me fear for myself :/
Saturday, May 17, 2014
I tell some people I applaud the idea of anti corruption.
Others, the idea of economic growth
And still others, that I support the idea of a secular state.
When I did press that button though, it was with a clear mind and a certain amount of trepidation.
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Saturday, May 10, 2014
There I was all shaggy browed and mustachioed. Far behind on my 'social maintenance'.
He looks at me. Slightly proud of his entry into dangerous unchartered territory.
'You look different. You've done your eyebrows haven't you?' He beams.
Nope, eyebrows not done, upper lip as hairy as ever. No makeup (which was actually what it was).
I laughed as I thought about how love is blind, just like stereotypical males when it come to women and beauty regimes.
The best kind to be with.
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.