Friday, 24 June 2016
Thursday, 23 June 2016
Eat. Sleep. Generic. Repeat.
Was watching a CGP grey video about how ideas are like a virus, which reminded me about the film Inception. An idea is like a virus, and once it sticks in your head, it gets hard to remove it. It replicates itself in your mind, and you share it via social media, its like sneezing out a flu; you spread the virulent idea.
As I lay on my dormroom bed thinking about this nice rad idea (the video was a virus itself), I was wondering about exurb1a's videos, especially "Oh hello, you're alive" and "and nothing can evre ruin this". These two were one of the most realistic things I've seen on Youtube, and it got me thinking about a hell lot of things.
Its all so fucking repetitive. Everything we do has be done with such high accuracy of similarity that is feels all to well-scripted. Like. everything. From being born, to growing up to adapting to your environment to going to school to discovering new people to hitting puberty to becoming a teen to falling in love to being fucking bored all the time to all that we do as humans till we die. If the events aren't repetitive, the way we experience and react to things are crazily similar. I mean, yes, we're human, and there exists a high degree of similarity among us, but huh? Weren't our lives supposed to be unique and individuality be worshiped like a massive God of talent?
Guess what, We aren't. Most of us aren't. We're just part of this gigantic herd
As I lay on my dormroom bed thinking about this nice rad idea (the video was a virus itself), I was wondering about exurb1a's videos, especially "Oh hello, you're alive" and "and nothing can evre ruin this". These two were one of the most realistic things I've seen on Youtube, and it got me thinking about a hell lot of things.
Its all so fucking repetitive. Everything we do has be done with such high accuracy of similarity that is feels all to well-scripted. Like. everything. From being born, to growing up to adapting to your environment to going to school to discovering new people to hitting puberty to becoming a teen to falling in love to being fucking bored all the time to all that we do as humans till we die. If the events aren't repetitive, the way we experience and react to things are crazily similar. I mean, yes, we're human, and there exists a high degree of similarity among us, but huh? Weren't our lives supposed to be unique and individuality be worshiped like a massive God of talent?
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| A Shell of mass-manufactured emotions and urges? (Source: Tumblr) |
Guess what, We aren't. Most of us aren't. We're just part of this gigantic herd
Monday, 20 June 2016
Wanderlust at Vizag
Los Angeles, "The City of Angels" is a beautiful city. It has beautiful beaches and beautiful mountains, and, it is my dream location to visit. Well, this summer, Vizag or Visakhapatnam was on my cards, and it was a hell of a place. As the title holder of "The City of Destiny", Vizag never disappointed. Beaches, mountains and forests, this city was fun to travel and explore.
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| Never stop exploring, (Picture: RK Beach road with Sougata and Bhaskar) |
Saturday, 18 June 2016
Addicts at my hostel or Why I am trying to stop judging other people
Everyone is hooked on something (or someone): alcohol, technology, love, sleeping, cheating with different lovers, etc. Some have habits which are deemed by society as "ill-habits". While the habits might be really bad (health-wise), it doesn't make the user bad. He/she just might be a good person with bad habits.
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| Someday, we'll find out a temporary solution. Maybe. (Picture: Southern Avenue Lake with Tashi and Analina) |
Monday, 11 April 2016
Random Thoughts on Growing up
Read this post while listening to Hero by Family of the Year (Link). Experiment with it, it just might feel good.
"What do you want to be when you grow up?" is a question that I do not really have a firm answer to. We're all lost and guided my our thoughts, experiences and voices. I really don't know, and won't ever find out, even at the age of 45. I guess life gets us at the end. We all get lucky and unlucky, we blame it on ourselves or on us, but ultimately, we change. Its the subtle changes which accumulate and build up. We have all began as babies, seeking food, love, milk, appreciation from others. Maybe Dad was too busy working or Mom wasn't paying attention, or maybe they did it purposely not to pamper us way too much, and that little change brings forth the plethora of confusion, because at that point, you disconnect yourself from your parents. You become an individual, and (maybe) that's where you try to find what you like and dislike.
The greatest thing with the internet is that we get to know about the opinions of a varied number of people. The most irritating thing is that we get to know the opinions of everyone including you neighbour and her pet hamster. The internet bog us down with its opinions, the society in the form of friends, lovers, neighbours, relatives, gossip-hungry men and women, and Mr. I-don't-give-a-shit; from Television, adverts you see along the flyover and your way to school; everyone is trying to win you their way. It's a mess. Confusion is a part of everything when you're a kid. Sigh.
Puberty is the coolest price you pay to yourself. Its like the body update which changes everything. And high school, where you start fancying the people. But the influence of the advertisement and society stays, and it creates reallyunhealthy weird mindsets, and these are anchored with us till the end of our lives. Personally, I used to think things were stagnant and nothing good can come from anything. Although I've changed my views on things drastically, there are times I go back to the comfortable, pessimist view of things. Why? because change is hard. Its like procrastination, I prefer to change later, till some real life smacks me in the face, leaves me helpless and lost, and must figure out things - change. A tiny change, and these accumulate and build up "character" or "person" or
"human" or "ego" or "attitude" or bullshit-lack-of-words we have for individuality. Pain changes us, and it creates humans. Its up to our judgement whether they're created into beautiful or ugly beings.
"What do you want to be when you grow up?" is a question that I do not really have a firm answer to. We're all lost and guided my our thoughts, experiences and voices. I really don't know, and won't ever find out, even at the age of 45. I guess life gets us at the end. We all get lucky and unlucky, we blame it on ourselves or on us, but ultimately, we change. Its the subtle changes which accumulate and build up. We have all began as babies, seeking food, love, milk, appreciation from others. Maybe Dad was too busy working or Mom wasn't paying attention, or maybe they did it purposely not to pamper us way too much, and that little change brings forth the plethora of confusion, because at that point, you disconnect yourself from your parents. You become an individual, and (maybe) that's where you try to find what you like and dislike.
The greatest thing with the internet is that we get to know about the opinions of a varied number of people. The most irritating thing is that we get to know the opinions of everyone including you neighbour and her pet hamster. The internet bog us down with its opinions, the society in the form of friends, lovers, neighbours, relatives, gossip-hungry men and women, and Mr. I-don't-give-a-shit; from Television, adverts you see along the flyover and your way to school; everyone is trying to win you their way. It's a mess. Confusion is a part of everything when you're a kid. Sigh.
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| Sometimes we just. (Courtesy: National Geographic) |
Puberty is the coolest price you pay to yourself. Its like the body update which changes everything. And high school, where you start fancying the people. But the influence of the advertisement and society stays, and it creates really
"human" or "ego" or "attitude" or bullshit-lack-of-words we have for individuality. Pain changes us, and it creates humans. Its up to our judgement whether they're created into beautiful or ugly beings.
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