Thursday, September 9, 2010

Weird shows

This show called the price of truth or some shit ...

Why cant people see that the choice before the person is simple.

If he lies, he loses the game and everyone knows he was lying and he did indeed do some embarrassing stuff!

If he tells the truth, he gets the money and everyone gets to know the he did some embarrassing stuff.

Subtract above two arguments and what do you get...

Tell the truth and you get money ...

So then why the heck is there "suspense" in the show? Why is there so much drama?

Sunday, September 5, 2010

The tango of Capitalism and Communism

One breeds sentiments for the other.

The movie "Reds" :- the old man who said "people who try to take on the problems of the world are either too well off or are too disturbed to tackle their own issues." and "even Jesus Christ could not take on the troubles of the world... He got himself crucified for trying!"


Addendum:

I had this little post saved as draft for a while now. I have forgotten why I started it in the first place. But I thought I would put down some related comments and publish it...

So, the tango! Yes. My thoughts on why each policy tends to breed support for the opposite. In one word: inheritance.

Inheritance of capital from parents to children seems to be a central problem in capitalism. Even though the person who created the capital deserves to reap its benefits (I'm a free market capitalist here), I am against the practice of giving all that capital to someone simply based on genealogy. This breeds sentiments for communism in the working class. And rightly so, since whatever did the heir do to deserve all that good stuff!

In communism though, one person has limited opportunity to break free from the norm and cash up on a unique idea. This too is wrong! Ownership should be defined by whether or not a person truly created the capital. I am reminded of Gringotts goblins here! JKR says in Deathly Hallows that goblins define ownership of an object by who actually made it.

So what I am proposing is a hybrid system, something evolved, something that takes on the best of both and is immune to the diseases that plagues either. A system where parents do not try to shower the fruits of their labour on their children and where an idea is uniquely owned and allowed to be unceremoniously utilized for personal wealth. How naive! I'm talking about going against our evolutionary instincts that drive us to protect our own off-springs and ensure the survival of our selfish genes. Fat chance! As I said in an earlier post, the world will remain screwed up till the notion of power is bred out of our species.

Friday, September 3, 2010

Undecided..

Driving into an area full of people from a different community was never supposed to be unsettling to the liberal/atheist that I am. It was an unpleasant surprise when the queasiness set in as I navigated the back allies of a colony so blatantly communal. The polarization was obvious; the ethos clearly advertised. I found my way out after a while, and I started thinking... why? Why did I feel that way? Of all the people I have met, I was so sure that I would be the last person to be afflicted with communal identity.

It was the instinctive nature of my feelings that gave away their origins. In the end the incident served only as a reminder of the fact that we are all slaves to the neurotransmitters that frolic in our inner brain. (A fact that I have ardently espoused, but, obviously the knowledge having no effect even on myself!)

As I drove back to my apartment, I imagined how 100,000 years ago, an ape who accidentally ended up in the territory of a foreign tribe, who just happened to have the genes to tingle his "spidey sense", could have avoided conflict, survived and passed on those genes to me. It was simply the safer choice. TED talks catered to a guy who said that humans beings were too successful too fast, and evolution is yet to catch up. The vestigial effects of long antiquated environmental factors still control every decision we make.


HD Sam
NETRISCA. Sirian werebull. Female Gnaar. Scythian witch-harpy. And of course uranium filled cannon balls. Ring any bells? Thats right! Sam is back. More "serious" than ever... in all 1920x1080 HD glory. The blood is more real. The body parts strewn on the ground and splattered on walls are more detailed. The werebull now glistens with HDR and bloom lighting under the harsh Egyptian sun. An all new engine (serious engine 3) renders the same old foes and the same old environment, but with enough texture detail to fill up 1GB of GDDR5 memory! Splurging on a 5770 didn't seem too bad an idea to play this baby... (the raise and bonuses helped of course :P). Living up to its age old tradition of efficient rendering, the new engine pumps out 60FPS (limited) on ultra settings on the mainstream card! The game still excels at churning out tonnes of pure, unadulterated FUN. Can't wait to see if Sam still tucks the giant cannon neatly into his back pocket!

"Aaaaaaaaah yourself........ Uh Oh", still brings a smile to my face.

HD Ugh-Zan-III... your days are numbered... :P


V
Voila! In view a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity is a vestige of the vox-populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition! The only verdict is vengeance, a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such will one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honour to meet you, and you may call me V...

I just wanted to write down this beautiful piece of cinematic dialogue somewhere. Kudos to Hugho Weaving for his flawless delivery!

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Raindrops are falling on my h....ehh feet!?

Amidst hues and cries about the unrelenting heat, I made it home today, only to find my parents complaining about the heat too! No one seems to remember ever having such a long, continuous stretch of scorching hot days in Kerala.

"Where are the occasional summer showers?"

"Why is it that it hasn't rained since last October?"

"The clouds that do come do not result in rain,they just end up making the air stuffy... Why?"

A multitude of questions, that everyone was asking, and nobody had answers to...

"Who is John Galt?" was my unspoken answer.

Amma had thoughtfully left a couple of windows in my room open before I went to bed.

A train journey that took FOR EVER, followed by a 3 hour roller coaster ride that is offered by the K.S.R.T.C for Rs. 47, had me beat. I read a couple of pages of Atlas Shrugged and my eyes where going out of focus. I thought I saw a flash outside the window... lightning? Maybe... no sound of thunder though ... chee ... ahh well... I let the pages slip along my thumb.... and shut my eyes.

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tat-tat-tat ....

tat-tat-tat ....

Something cold and wet pricks my left foot...

I wake up from my semi-sleeping state .... a drop of water? What the ...

And then there was the smell... that fragrance that has oft taken centre stage in Indian poems and prose (somehow they were all popular with the CBSE :P) ... parched earth getting to satisfy its thirst...

What had fallen on my hairy footballer legs (remember who else had these? :D) was a single rain drop... the kind that sneaks in through windows all alone...

Outside, the tat-tat-tat crescendoed and then..... it was pouring!
And, for the first time in a long time... I FELT ....something .....

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I wish.... ah well.... wats the point ....


(I had to blog before this feeling left me! So I ended up writing two)

Will arrive shortly on platform number.... 3...(or not)

Littering, coffee, chai, shouts of "Cooouufeee" and "Cha-cha-cha-chaaaaiiiii", littering, stench, people, tonnes of steel, hawkers, blind beggars, singing beggars, blind singing beggars, blind singing married-with-2-children beggars aaaaand of course.... littering.

(I've shamelessly pilfered the above style from J. K. R. :P)

Indian Railways... what a NIGHTMARE!!

Or is it??

Yes, it stinks. Yes, its dirty. Yes, its crowded. Yes, its [n number of negatives].

But, there's something about a train journey, a special charm, a presence, a sense of... u-can-think-about-weird-shit-now, that has always succeeded in overclocking my memory and CPU.

Maybe its the tiny quirks we observe in random people, maybe its the rhythmic percussion under your feet, maybe its the sudden flashes of objects that catch your eye outside the window...


A questionable instinct

The train was delayed for 2 hours today due to "track work" on the Kottayam route. Stuck inside a stationary metal tube @ noon on a humid summer day in the middle of nowhere without even a hint of the slightest breeze... u tend to think someone is out to getcha!

And that is EXACTLY what I thought! (For a second.... :P) I was attributing an unpleasant experience as retribution by "someone" for some wrong I had done to that "someone". And how was it that I had wronged him? By not believing in that "someone's" existence of course!

Voila! An atheist had 'hit' upon the idea of GOD!

I was amazed by how naturally that deduction had come to me. It was like I was programmed to think that I would be punished...

Observing current trends, the more adverse the conditions, more the number of people who flock to religious leaders.

Humans seem to have an innate answer to why something bad is happening to them. "I am being punished because I did something wrong."

Coupled with the classic post-hoc-ergo-propter-hoc fallacy, this instinctive answer would then lead to conclusions about what was the "wrong" that we had done.

A caveman who used to observe the rising sun for a few days, forgot to do it one particular morn. His hunt that day was awful... and his instinctive answer to the question "why?" would be "I did something wrong and I'm being punished... but what did I do wrong?... hmm I did forget to observe the sun this morning, mayb I shouldav looked at the rising sun .... hmmm the sun must be something/someone powerful ... he must have punished me!"

Having this answer programmed into us seems to answer why humans invented God. But why is this answer programmed into our brain in the first place?


Power is always abused

A train journey always makes me think about industry; seeing so much steel all around, the sight of goods trains leaden with cement, coal and petrol, and of course the labourers toiling in the sun.

And the general compartment of this train of thought was... capitalism vs socialism.

We all know that communist Russia failed. And that "communist" china, is not really communist. Kerala too has a pseudo communist government (at least till the next elections). The sudden shift in political legacy is apparent immediately after crossing the border. CITU, KSU, KCU...[26Cx]U - banners, flags, posters and slogans bearing these alphabets adorn every unclaimed wall.

The corporate world (read U.S) has gone to great lengths to demonize the word "communism". The blind belief that communism = evil among many westerners is a pristine example of how easy it is to brain wash millions of people, if one has the position, the power and the opportunity. (Religion being the other example). Today, communism is synonymous with a totalitarian government, curtailed rights and KGB. What most people don't realize, is that communism, when first coined, represented something exactly opposite.

Kerala is plagued by frequent strikes and violent demonstrations. Every tiny issue is aggrandized and senselessly argued upon. The irritating fact is that opposing parties oppose the others opinion, simply to remain opposed! Every union, every association, every party wants the "needs" of their members to be put in front of other's. Any change, any project, any investment can be, and will be fought upon. And I ask, "what has gone wrong here?"

Answer: Rights.

Surprised? :P. Yes, rights. Rights that people of India have. Rights that give people a very sought after delicacy...... called POWER.

What's this? A liberal that condemns people's rights?!

Does that mean I support a totalitarian government and curtailing of rights? Of course not! What I want to say is, power is ALWAYS abused. In Kerala, the people outside the government have power, and they abuse it. In erstwhile U.S.S.R, the people in the government had power, and they abused it. So then, who should have power? The answer, I feel, lies in the power of power. Power has to be made powerless... meaningless. The very idea that someone can HAVE more power than someone else has to be non-existent.

Now you are gonna label me as an anarchist! But, think about it. In a world ruled by anarchy (again I am talking about the common perception of anarchy... think looting and pillaging) there still exists inequality of power. The looters and the pillagers have the strength, the numbers, the power to do as they please. This is again simply a practical demonstration of the statement - "power is always abused".

A world where power is meaningless. But Marx had already thought about such a world. And he named the politics of such a utopian place... communism. And the stepping stone to this world was conceived as socialism. Thing is Mr.Marx, human beings are too young to give up on the idea of power. Your world will remain a dream world, till nature presents a process of selection which favours people who do not NEED power to survive and the idea of power is naturally BRED OUT of the human race.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Arrogance

Humans are arrogant. At least, they have a notion of what arrogance is, but they always attribute arrogance to individuals, small groups and not often to the entire species.

But it's one of those evolutionary traits. The idea that "we" are the center of the circle is, very motivating, powerful in its ability to drive our instincts to "protect the species".

The events that culminated in the writing of this particular post are in themselves a "bloggable" set. In fact, why don't I do justice to these events and set this post chronologically right.

I was watching Inuyasha (an anime about a half-demon and a human high school girl. (Yes, I watch this stuff :P) ) with the original Japanese audio and English subtitles, when I realized that, while the characters in the show referred to different kinds of demons with different sounding Japaneses names, the subtitles simply showed, "demon". I was quite intrigued by the extend to which demonic mythology had been classified and named in Japanese culture.

So, I headed over to that haven for hypochondriacs, that refuge for information-denied net surfers, that repository of (unconfirmed) human knowledge, wikipedia, and set out on a quest through the dark and mysterious world of Japanese folklore.

Yokai, oni, tanuki, kappa, tengu, kitsune... it all made sense now.

"Oni (鬼?) are creatures from Japanese folklore, variously translated as demons, devils, ogres or trolls. They are popular characters in Japanese art, literature and theatre.

Depictions of oni vary widely but usually portray them as hideous, gigantic creatures with sharp claws, wild hair, and two long horns growing from their heads. They are humanoid for the most part, but occasionally, they are shown with unnatural features such as odd numbers of eyes or extra fingers and toes."


What struck me in the above paragraph was the word "humanoid". It was in no way an unfamiliar word (being that most of the "quests" that I've done have happened in the realm of Azeroth and WoW), but this time it struck a nerve!

Humanoid! Why didnt we call ourselves "Oni-oids", to put it into better perspective for non-anime buffs, why dont we call ourselves chimp-oids, or orangutan-oids. It might seem a very silly argument to blog about, but hey! this is my blog.

It is the arrogance of the human species that is reflected in the fact that, we name other beings with reference to ourselves and not the other way around.

We are but animals, intricate and sublime it may be, but the clockwork of physics and chemistry that make us what we are, are no different from what defines the existence of other species.