This is to remind myself that I should write down those great ideas that came up, as I was reading the experiments on
1) Spool sorting. Festinger
2)Sleeper effect
3) Inoculation theory
If I find myself not remembering still, the clues are "I act, therefore I think". And "Idealism is nothing but a producr of cognitive dissonance" . "Bal Thackerey's Saamna". Come on Febna . I know u had an exam on 30th. But If you don't write it down as you are reading this post 30th April, its gonna be a great loss for Febnakind. Seriously!
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Bagrry, Pokkiri Chakkara Bagrry..
Nothing beats Muesli for breakfast! Bagrry's Muesli! Bagrry's Muesli with Nuts and Raisins. I love you Bagrry.. I missed you Bagrry... You made me happy Bagrry... Kellogs poyi chaavattey, chaavattey, chaavattey.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Logic of travel insurances
Sappu is all set to go to Australia. Not much money at home these days. What with all the renovation loans. She is gonna make it so much lesser, and I do my bit of dramatic anguishing, if this continues there would be no 1 kg gold, 1 benz car, 1 hot property dowry to go with me in that wedding you so want for me Papa!, i say. Lol. Am actually so secretly happy that assests that may be used for "Investments" are being used for "fluidity". Sound economic sense in motion.
Latest decision is on Travel Insurance. Insure for a few thousand rupees, and get covered for Baggage loss, Passport loss, Identity loss, Body loss, Mind loss, what not! Covers up to some One lakh thousand dollars, with this small premium. Now it being taken that Insurance companies are never stupid, the ratio of a potential loss happening to not happening must be that that that small to offset such ludicrous compensations. Which in turn implies one really does not need an insurance. Which in turn implies humans are really stupid, stupidly imaginative people, who inflate the small , nay miniscule, non existent threats to dimensions large enough to make "insurance" a necessary component of travel and life.
Lakhs and lakhs of travellers funding for the losses of fews and fews. Lakhs and lakhs of travellers losing something significant from their pocket to secure themselves against a probablity of insignificant strength.
This observation itself would have been insignifant, had it just been about that money lost from the pocket. But I fear, this is the small psychology that is the thing. The Fear, that is the root of very existence of society itself. All of us compromising entities of value for guarding ourselves against imagined possibilities of danger that may happen to the few and few.
So much loss for such neurotic fear.
Latest decision is on Travel Insurance. Insure for a few thousand rupees, and get covered for Baggage loss, Passport loss, Identity loss, Body loss, Mind loss, what not! Covers up to some One lakh thousand dollars, with this small premium. Now it being taken that Insurance companies are never stupid, the ratio of a potential loss happening to not happening must be that that that small to offset such ludicrous compensations. Which in turn implies one really does not need an insurance. Which in turn implies humans are really stupid, stupidly imaginative people, who inflate the small , nay miniscule, non existent threats to dimensions large enough to make "insurance" a necessary component of travel and life.
Lakhs and lakhs of travellers funding for the losses of fews and fews. Lakhs and lakhs of travellers losing something significant from their pocket to secure themselves against a probablity of insignificant strength.
This observation itself would have been insignifant, had it just been about that money lost from the pocket. But I fear, this is the small psychology that is the thing. The Fear, that is the root of very existence of society itself. All of us compromising entities of value for guarding ourselves against imagined possibilities of danger that may happen to the few and few.
So much loss for such neurotic fear.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
the 30 sec threshold
Was watching nat geo videos. Lions are such beautiful animals. Not so fancy mating though.
She kept analysing and complaining after that. "The travailles of the lioness!" . All the rearing up of cubs and hunting for them for 30 s of pleasure.
Complaining; drawing parallels with human situation; complaining.
The evening was jaded enough. Didn't wanted to make it more so, by asking, If it's just 30 s of pleasure making us plod all those years... and we resent that, we should resent more the fact that its fear of some 30 s of pain that keep us keep plodding all kinds of plods..
She kept analysing and complaining after that. "The travailles of the lioness!" . All the rearing up of cubs and hunting for them for 30 s of pleasure.
Complaining; drawing parallels with human situation; complaining.
The evening was jaded enough. Didn't wanted to make it more so, by asking, If it's just 30 s of pleasure making us plod all those years... and we resent that, we should resent more the fact that its fear of some 30 s of pain that keep us keep plodding all kinds of plods..
Thursday, March 4, 2010
When love flooded a study room
Hopefully finish economics. Start Indian History. That was the big plan I made for myself for my birthday. Switched off my cell phone. Stayed in. I was pretty sure that's what I wanted. I knew I thought that past was great, but present did not need past. But my pasts.. the wonderful tenacious people that peopled that past, refused to believe that.. I dunno from where Richa and Deva got my mom's number.. How Altaf and Sujith managed to remember. How Betsy and Isi and Ranjith refuses to forget.. The wishes came from all over.. through the least expected phones... along with least expected gifts... prying prying open carefully locked up frivolities. The diary. With Pictures of Mumbai. That was the final straw. Couldnt stop crying. Seeing a brigt red page with picture of Mumbai bus tickets strewn about... Tickets from 505. Tickets to Bandra where I can walk all day. Tickets to anonymity. Tickets to beonging. Trivandrum cannot give me anything like that. I love you so much my dearest dearest Bus ticket. I really did not know you meant so much to me...
My friends.. you humbled me... .
My friends.. you humbled me... .
Thursday, February 18, 2010
A favourite song is a dare...
Songs are not as innocuous as they seem. The songs I loved; its not just an act for pleasure to listen to them these days.. it's an act of daring, fraught with risks of being sucked into deep chasms of time and space..where one meets up with all the colours and sounds and sighs so carefully repressed.. I dared to listen to Death Cab for Cutie.. The one that goes, Love of Mine, Some day you will die... Made me cry. Felt as if I was an autumn leaf falling falling...seeing its reflection on the river.. seeing no colour in it.. Made me wonder of the sanity of choices I made. Of the Yeses not given, of the Maybes strewn about..
Pasts and futures are stories we tell ourselves.. So i told myself. Been religious about the pursuit of the pursuit.. in many ways thats the reason why this long hard preparation seems to have so much value.. have to keep increasing my consciousness density of time... focussing more of consciousness on smaller and smaller units of time... and yes, keep away from songs..
Pasts and futures are stories we tell ourselves.. So i told myself. Been religious about the pursuit of the pursuit.. in many ways thats the reason why this long hard preparation seems to have so much value.. have to keep increasing my consciousness density of time... focussing more of consciousness on smaller and smaller units of time... and yes, keep away from songs..
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