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Evolutionarily Stupid

My mind races. Thoughts of this and that, here and there – of everything except those of now – scurrying like little ants, each with a siloed purpose. And yet in the big scheme of things, their ephemeral existence doesn’t matter at all.

I find that uncommonly stupid.

Aren’t we supposed to evolve to be more efficient? I can’t believe we had a million years on this rock and all we are is… distracted.

Boy are we unprepared to perform the most fundamental functions that are codified in our very existence! It’s like somewhere while navigating the infinite possible universes, evolution took a very wrong turn.

Maybe this is the part where the meteoroid comes in.

Either that or maybe I am just freaking out about… (I don’t know how I got myself to write this) parenthood.

How do I like my coffee?

Okay. Like always, let’s digress.

The rise of on-demand consumerism, and the burgeoning subscription patterns that the economics of the world is increasingly seeing, make it seem like ownership is going extinct.

And the way we all are behaving lately seems like kindness, modesty and mutual respect too are following suit. It’s like all of us are be pissed at all the things, all the time.

Maybe these are the tremors caused by the tectonic shifts in the global patterns. Perhaps it’s an sign of the clash of cultures, or civilizations even…

Maybe I’m just thinking too much while making my morning coffee.

Either way, there’s an onslaught of information! There are videos that stretch one tiny line of information into a thirty minute stream! It’s like an there’s an abundance of everything and of nothing!

Nothing is subtle anymore. Nothing subtle is even liked. Actually, nothing subtle even gets noticed amidst the monstrous, chaotic gush of this the stream of bytes and photons these days.

It’s like we all live inside the head of a raging psychopath. And we are creating the voices in his head that wants them to go commit a heinous crime!

And all that is constantly happening to us. It seeps into our work, it seeps into our banter and it seeps into even the simple happiness of making a relaxing little coffee on a quiet morning.

So that’s how I’d like my coffee. With out all that chaos and crippling anxiety it brings along. I just need a plain old cup of coffee!

Oh and no sugar btw, because I read that…

Neon

The clear warm purple light emanating from the bedroom window has colored the room with a sense of serenity. And the night has settled into an endearing lull.

It’s one of those fleeting moments when your mind chose to glide over the unimportant profoundness of the past at the cost of tomorrow’s significant little routines.

And I just lie awake watching a thousand fleeting moments pass by… colored vividly by the calm, warm neon light.

The write post

I’ve been idly skimming through my posts. The posts since ‘I wrot lyk dis’. Over time, a consistent theme that emerged in my writings is that I always write longingly about my past but never really about it. I mean, yeah there is some stuff in there that precisely reflected my disposition at that moment, but never really about the actual things that made me sad or elated. Never really about those things that shaped me.

And that I’m obsessed with ‘callbacks’. Since even before I knew the word for it!

And when I read some blog posts, which seem extremely ludicrous and pointless on the onset, I realize how sad or happy I was when I wrote it.

And now and then, in a moment of random and absolutely unnecessary introspection, I write about what I wrote.

Sigh.

Nope. Not for this one.

Why do I have to add a title every time I make a blog post? Some thoughts are just thoughts. Abstract and no relevance whatsoever to attribute a title to. If I need to think of a title for my every thought, I’d not have enough space to think the actual thoughts in the first place.

I digress.

I have been sitting in this dimly lit room for I don’t know how long, working the day away. It’s been that day. You know, that day, when you’re just on a workathon, dressed like shit, eating shit, feeling like shit and just existing in the absolute sanctum of shit.

I didn’t know this is what they meant when said being a grownup is shitty. No kidding. This shit is existential.

Alright, you see what I was talking about earlier though, right? Now I’ve got to think of a title for this shit post.

I wonder.

Imagine there were no rules, no hurdles or pathways, no laws or governments. Arguably, humans would have just been another rudimentary life form. But let’s assume for a second that the basic skeleton of the society exists. And the universe is just this magnificent puzzle that’s intimately yours to explore.

Then, would you have taken the same path you did now? Would you have been here or would you have been on a quest to survive? Or conquer? How much would have been enough or how much more would have been less?

Stripped off all the layers of nonsense, what would you have been in your truest and the most naked and raw form?

I wonder.

Pichle Saath Dinon mein

As I grow older, my pet peeves seem to as well. Especially, the childish petulance of grown-ass adults is super irksome. I mean, how do people find the mundane kitchen chore of cutting a cake pleasurable on birthdays? And why doesn’t anyone realize that if you’re expecting a birthday surprise, it defeats the whole purpose of a surprise? And why is intake of clearly debilitating drinks “cool” to the point of socially ridiculing the nay-sayers? Why are we competing louder and louder to be heard and no one cares about listening? And what’s with people needing attention all the time?

Sigh.

At this point, this post has so many whys this that it eerily seems like a twisted version of Farhan Aktar’s song from Rock On.

It’s that kinda day today

There’s something calming about the vapor rising from a cup of morning coffee. I suppose that’s why coffee is a morning thing. It’s that time when your day is taxi-ing runway, slowly, ready to take off.

And it definitely doesn’t prepare you for your ass for being catapulted into the stratosphere.

Yes, busy day. Lot of oh crap moments. Lot of finger pointing. And lot more coffee.

It’s been that kind of a day when you are sitting on your bed in your bedroom and still can get hit by a truck.

So that’s it. Till next time.

Wondering out aloud

So I was (struggling to keep) studying for this suddenly necessary interview and a thought popped in my head – What is it that I’m the absolute best in the world at doing?

I am sure that’s my brain trying to avoid pain by getting distracted from studying, but, still, just humor me for a second here.

This is one of those questions, isn’t it? …that puts everyone but a handful of us in our place?

So I decided to try an a slightly easier one, which is still hard. Given five years, can you become the absolute best in the world at doing something?

Make it ten.

Right. I really ought to get back to studying for my interview now.