Sweet grapes

Everyone knows the Sour Grapes syndrome.

I have just discovered another and also realised I suffer from it.

Sweet Grape Syndrome. Where the fox would say, " Gee the grape is too sweet. would get me hooked, hanging around this tree all day, all my life, missing my prowls. Better go find some sour grapes".

Probability theorems I learnt in high school tells me that the probability of a guy like him being there within 1 km of radius is something like finding a bacteria's feet in Simba's belly. But the damage has been done. The "resolution" has been stated and the call has been cut.

Its not just commitment phobia. Coz i have shown no hassles and indeed quite a lot of zest in putting commitment on the wrong vines. I must say its Masochistic commitment-philia cum Healthy commitment-phobia.

Give me some Lithium Carbonate!

Gourami

They have been ill before.
But I was never as worried as am now.. Especially Him. The majestic, calm leader ever, I don't have a name to call him..
He always seemed so profound. Never really felt like making him a silly fish, just like all named fishes sound and seem.
He l et me pet him today.
Something is eating into him.
Read all kinds of online diagnostic charts about Giant Gourami diseases..
Rots, Fungus infection, Ich, Velvet disease..
In all the 14 years of having them around, had never thought so many things can go wrong with aquarium water.
Its skin is flaying all over.. eyes are clouding up.. skin is peeling off...
it's almost like its being drawn out excruciating little by little...
This fish was one of the first entities that made me think about..vertical classification.. a kind of harmonic series in nature..
i would look at it, and I would feel like I am near a Jack fruit tree..
A jack fruit tree swimming around in my very own pond, just one wall with a window away from my study room..
I am going to sleep now , dear jackfruit fish.. Cant be near you at night. Nature's Elements, Self created Regiments, proscribe that.
I hope my morning tomorrow wont be missing you.. But if I will be, I want you to know. I have always respected you.

REMINDER!! META THEORY!!

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!

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.

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.

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..

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... .