CRISIS UL

Infinity Crisis

Speaking of crisis, my thoughts drift to my curriculum and the Indian educational system. All it implies is that the wise become wiser and the dumb become dumber.

Have you ever wondered why the symbol of infinity is a loop? It is because a loop never ends. Infinity is an undeterminable value on which life depends on. As a matter of reality, the infinite loop depicts the vicious circle of man’s accursed life. How they mock us!

Life and Death. The two most mediocre events in the history of mankind until they happen to you. Sometimes I still do wonder if “i” prefix is a clever scheme employing man’s unlimited greed and selfishness to their advantage. Look at it, even Steve Jobs’ book’s name is iCon. What a con you have pulled Jobs ji.

For one thing I have never understood mathematics after a certain period in my life. Looking back now, I feel that since the appearance of infinity in the number system, everything seems so approximate and inaccurate. As if the very fabric of the space is exist on is being challenged. Infinity is nature’s greatest parody on man’s life. Buzz Lightyear says, “To infinity and beyond.” I ask you, isn’t beyond infinity still infinity? Interesting, or maybe not. Do I look like I care?

Search for salvation is an infinite crisis. Salvation, my guru says, lies within one’s self, or maybe not. Every molecule, on which various establishments of faiths are built on, has been brutally questioned in a line. Teachings of every religion are purely subjective to suit needs of a particular region. When the flaws of the land influence the force of the mind, shouldn’t we be free to choose our path of glory. Glory for not only self but even the society and the entire human race! Yes, but didn’t you see the microscopic “Conditions Apply”. Too bad, for you.

Freedom. What is freedom? Is it the right to remain free and exploit your liberty beyond your domain or is it the right to choose the chains that will bind you? Man is never born free nor does he die in chains. Freedom to me is the Blacksmith of light. Nay not Lucifer, but like a blacksmith, it slaves in the dark to serve the light. It is the true essence of creativity. An idle mind is a devil’s workshop. An idle retarded insomniac inspired me to get creative and she happens to NOT be a worshipper of Satan or the guy who was given Posidon’s trident painted red to act badass. Well though the idle mind does reap its own destruction. Honest opinion has no commercial value thus is rendered useless.

Paradox is personified thought parallelized to parody the Plan. Yes obviously the Plan is life, the sketch by God. Few of the most mocking are, the lie paradox (I’m telling the truth about the fact that I’m lying… wait, say what??!), the salvation paradox (also known as the CheeseCharmer’s paradox), knowledge paradox (The more you learn, the more you don’t know), txtin paradox (Though the meaning is conveyed, the convention is expected to be followed) and the most important, irony paradox (Life….. Yup, that’s about it. Basically smaller the question, bigger the answer.) A paradox is once again a mockery of a different stock, of a different flock. Well God does have his angels. BTW angels were never mentioned to be pretty and Miss Goody Good. Seen the movie Legion? Yeaaa, thought so.

EPILOGUE:

1. Chaos. It is infinite. Does crisis bring about never ending chaos or does chaos bring about an infinite crisis?

2. Ridiculous. One sane word to define the educational system. Or should I say the educational industry private limited. Or educational industry private and very limited?

3. Insolence. Man is by far the world’s least suited survivor in a natural environment. Does he deserve to be at the top or is it analogous to the Indian test team’s ratings?

4. Selfish. Power and potential. Life is a rat race. No matter if you win or lose, you are still a greedy sneaky rat.

5. Idiocracy. Monarchy of mathematics is never the murder of the meticulous and the meritorious but of the meek. Well you know what God said, “And the Meek shall inherit the Earth.”

6. Sic. Life is never meant to be understood. When you feel you have completely understood life the alphabets rearrange. Especially letters 6-9.

7. Unique. Popularity is not so popular. Similarly neither is common sense. You choose to read this blog post. Not like I shared the URL on Facebook and tagged you in it.

8. Life. Life is a race. A race between a tiger and a deer. The deer will win because purpose is more important. But then again, didn’t you see the microscopic *Conditions Apply? Too bad.

PS: The post has been carefully written in ascending order of number of lines per paragraph. It terminates at 8 in order to appreciate the beauty of the magically harmonic number. I hope someone must have noticed that 8 also looks like the vertical version of infinity and I have carefully planned to make it come in the 3^rd paragraph as 3 looks like the symmetrical half of 8. Similarly the first letters of the first words of the first sentence in every point in the epilogue results in the title of my laments. The mild nature of my laments is also a hidden symbol to signify the chains I am held by. The use of the word sic is thanks to the new Literary Club I’ve joined in my college. Life is nothing but commercial crap. And yes, Epilogues don’t have Post Scripts. CRISIS UnLimited \m/

D Day

I still remember it as if it were yesterday. Some people may not even give it any significance but that was the day college felt like home. I was never good with people. To be frank not at all good with people! To speak meant to open my mouth in front of another person. Who knew what he had in mind? He could just shove a gun up my mouth when I open it for all I know! But well as guns were not permitted into college I guessed it was safe. I have been proved wrong infinite times, but still alive, still alone, ie no alter ego yet. I guess college was safe after all. Or maybe not.

I still remember that day as if it were yesterday. The first of many boring gatherings we were to have in the “amphitheater” or the hardly semicircular structure in my college called the gallery. It took them FOREVER to tell us about how we should behave during the Freshers Day and about our to-be-strictly-followed conduct in the college. The most important lesson of the day learnt was patience. Patience is a virtue well learnt in the hands of the authority.

Today exactly (almost) a year later I see my juniors assembling in the amphitheater aka gallery for learning the most important art of life and I remember the day as if it were yesterday.

“It was late, it was dark and there was light. The street was flooded with lights. I have a tough journey ahead of me and I stand alone. Hey I forgot to mention, I made some friends at the gallery. Maybe today in the bus I may not stand alone, but I will definitely be standing. I met a bunch of other souls who were later to make the dreaded journey back and forth with me daily for a really long time. The bus was crowded. And when I say crowded I mean cramped so bad that a bunch of sticks hang outside the bus which makes it look like a moving bus with a bunch of maize growing at the footboard that needs harvesting. LOL

I remember his face like it was yesterday. Every line and stubble so clear cut to detail. Brown eyes no different from the others but there was something about his eyes. A distinct loneliness, a deep bottomless pit of sorrow was disturbing. He was profusely sweating. He seemed tensed. There were beads of sweat on his brow, nose and the strangest of it all, at the corner of eye. It looked as if he were crying. Not weeping, not sobbing for the cruelty that befell him but shedding a silent tear for something, maybe someone. No one noticed him. He may be had a thing, maybe a superpower to be invisible to those around him.

I remember that day like it was just this moment as I write these very lines. The ticket collector walked past him, completely ignoring him. My friends, all of them on the bus looked past him. I never saw him get down. Not before my stop or at my stop, but as I turned to see him one last time after I got down the bus he just wasn’t there anymore. Hmmm, the whole crowd in the bus had gotten down at my stop. May be he got a seat to sit on the other side.”

MORAL: Bus le kootum T Nagar varraiku than…

The Perched Bird

Not a week has passed and here I am, wondering about my next holidays. It is not far away though. But in the time within, the horrors to transpire are unquestionable. Last half of the year was pretty much not like the previous half. Not many new faces, well at least not for me, no aim, no goal, no hope of even getting past the next 3 years. What is to become of me?

Nothing new, that’s for sure. Days pass, months pass, all those around me pass (pass by me and pass in the exams too :P) but one thing doesn’t, that is, memories of dawn. My childhood, my teenage, my adolescence and back to childhood. It all seems too good to be true.

College has begun; love is back in the air. Nah, not what you think it is. The mutual love between lecturers (I still don’t get why we call them lecturers. Well at least I know why we can’t call them teachers, because they don’t teach us anything.) And the students’ buds and blooms into a giant stinking rafflesia. Colorful but still stinks. My class is enclosed within a new set of four walls. I liked my old cage. It was nice, warm, bright, cozy, and secluding well connected. Yes I am of course referring to network connectivity. I get a cool phone and the jam runs out. Now the bread doesn’t taste good.

Well back to the point. What am I to do? Sometimes I feel that I have a purpose in life. Sometimes I feel that there is a greater meaning to my life than I can see but I just have to find it. I wish I was a bird. I could just fly high into the air, feel the wind gushing by haplessly as I maneuver through it, cutting across the magnetic lines of the earth’s magnetic field, defying gravity by manipulating the Bernoulli’s Law, making advantage of a flexible tail and inner hollow bones which along with a streamlined body help my journey through the mode of transport of Hermes. Point to note is I am an engineer who studied biology in school and wants to become a mythologist (English fanatics please don’t correct me, for I know not of the errors that transpire throughout mine blog.)

*Clears throat to emphasis that I am not repeating that I am getting back to the point after a pointless waste of time*

OH! You are still reading! Touché. I wonder how. A perched bird has a clear view of its surroundings. It is at the top of its level, at the top branch. Its vision of the future must be in its grasp. Should be.

Let me ask you something. What do you do when you are at the top of your world? Well other than make another movie flicked and revised from “Poca-i-did-not-copy-hantos”. You do not stay there. You want to know more, you wish to sore to greater heights. Not because you must but because you want to know if you can. Sometimes it takes a great fall to know if you can get back up. Sometimes all it takes is a little push to fall.

Well back again to the point, again, the perched bird my friend is not what you think it is. It is not at the top of its world. For a bird, that is the bottom! The sky, the sky is its limit. A bird that has conquered the heights of the tallest tree can always fly higher. To the bird the only position to beat is that of its own mark. Self competition is the path to excellence. Success is defined not by winning, but by beating yourself. In a world where war has ravaged lives of innocent in the name of the ambitious, a bird symbolizes something more than another living thing to be deep fried and flavored with sauces and spices once its roasted and stuffed with mashed potatoes and served on a silver platter with its head chopped off and its succulently vibrantly salted leg pieces protruding outwards into the air stirring an aroma of undeniable envy to taste. Sorry, got carried away.

(Due to unwillingness to die so soon at the expense of sending you to jail I shall end it now.)

Now coming back to the point, you may wonder why I have posted this obscure piece of an excuse of a blog. I ask you to ask yourself to ask me but answer to your conscious mind, did I share this? I would laugh the usual maniacal laughter but I am honored that you would read this by going out of the way. I truly am honored. Shreerama don’t murder me for I am sure you for one would have read it. Please wash your eyes before going any further.

The Perched Bird. Some say it’s getting ready to fly away. Others say it’s resting. Some say go do something worthwhile rather than sprout nonsense, but to them I tell you, I am a perched bird. I stay at a spot and savor the moment. I was on the lookout for a path to lead me to my glory, but instead I found something else. What drove me I never knew, but I realized one thing. I knew why this nonsense began. I realize it too late but I can rectify. I did rectify.

Some may realize I didn’t tell what had I spotted. Now I tell you. Food. Mom’s calling for dinner. Hope I am saner if not wiser once my stomach is full and hopefully my head too.