All of us lie. We lie for different reasons. I lie when I feel that there is no other way out. I call them lies but what I actually do is not say the entire truth. As they say half truth is as good as a lie. There is one more reason I lie. I do it to amuse people. Some people call it exaggeration. Whatever new words they come up with: a lie is a lie.
But there are some reasons that irk me. Hypocrites are a species of liars I cannot stand. These people lie unnecessarily. When it is so evident that what you say has no relation to your actions, the whole purpose is lost. What they gain is absolutely over my wavelength of thought.
Then I have seen people who lie for reasons I never figured out. But that goes fine until they hurt someone.
Here a few liars in my life. No names mentioned, just the gender and the age group (to help you visualize better).
Female, age group: 8- 10;
(This girl was rampant in her lies. But I am happy to see that it was all a part of immaturity and restless mischief. She has grown to a fine person with very high principles and favors in my current list of strong characters.)
She stole a crystal piece from her sibling and hid it for pure mischief sake. She blamed it on the maid.
Result: a lot of bad vibes against the poor lady.
Female, age group: 48-55;
(This is a female with very low principles. I am yet to see a more disgraceful hypocrite)
This middle aged woman thinks that she is the only one with brains around (which I strongly disagree- her cheap thoughts often issued heartfelt pity from me). She is the kind who will praise you to dangerous heights and can’t even wait till your back is turned before calling you a damned problem with no talent whatsoever ( a second meeting with this lady is more than enough to understand her character; but she still insists on pulling the same old lines ). It’s rather a pitiful sight to watch her praise her own achievements (Boy! Do I hate this lady!).
Male, age group: 50-55;
I am worried about this age group. I find the maximum hypocrites here. I hope that it’s not a normal phenomenon. I’d hate to be under that category (I am talking about the hypocrite category, of course; and about the middle age category- well I can’t help this, can I?).
This person is too scared to face what the world would say; and tries to project everything he is not. And what is worse, he forces others to do the same. Lying is all a part of living- according to his philosophy. Denying his own happiness keeps him contended (I don’t understand this).
Male, age group: 30-35;
He will lie and hide behind his mother’s apron. What’s the most pitiful aspect is- he does not have the courage to repeat his lies in front the person he is lying about. And he puts his head high up and expects his momma dear to help him out (which she gladly will).
What’s even funnier is the way he introduces himself - ‘hello, I am so and so. I can tolerate anything but lies’. Yes sweetheart! I can see u can’t stand competition.
Female, age group: 28-32;
This specimen of the fairer sex is your normal hag. Lying to create sensation. She will even lie in her coffin if she could get the press to follow her funeral.
Male & Female Age group: Undefined. (Location: small town.J)
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Friday, August 11, 2006
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Beginner’s Luck,,,
A few days back I was comprehending ‘Beginner’s Luck’. For; it’s a fact! I at least have tried and tested that. I wonder what makes new undertakings in never before tried areas successful. Is that simply luck? The beginner’s luck? If so what happens after that? Why should that luck wane? Why does it get tougher and rougher?
I believe in explanations. And I reached some pretty interesting conclusions after a few hours of focused analysis.
(These are what I came up with. But surely would appreciate it if anyone can think of more.)
• Initially we try easier stuffs (like your alphabet song). But later on down the line; we attempt harder assignments (like Shakespeare).
• When we start afresh on anything, the enthusiasm level is the highest. There is an enthusiasm to learn, and finish the task, a thrill of completing something entirely new. So very menial challenges we face add to the thrill rather than hinder us. It’s like that kid who wants to finish his first homework.
• In the beginning we are clear on our limits, the amount of know how (very minimal of course) etc. so we forgive ourselves for these ‘crimes’. As we advance in a field, anything the guy next door knows about it (that we don’t know) makes us feel ignorant. We take ourselves as the self proclaimed experts. This adds to frustration. Takes a toll on that element of enthusiasm, don’t you think? We forget in the process to get the info from the guy next door; and rather prefer to remain ignorant. We thus keep losing a lot of dimensions on that field (which could have helped; if we had only kept that open receptive mind alive!)
• We take help! We take help! We take help! Then after the first project goes live- we know everything! Poor us! Poor poor us! If only we knew that the guy standing at the end of the tunnel had a torch!
• The last but not the least we do not anticipate hurdles. As we know a field, we know what rocks the world and what can put a wedge underneath that smooth rocker. That’s well and good. But the lack of that knowledge and the seriousness of it make the first timer enjoy his journey more.
I realized that if we could work on the above points our beginner’s LUCK need not wane. We could have the ‘beginner’s luck’ for the rest of our lives if:
• We divided our heavy duty stuff to reasonable sizes.
• We kept our enthusiasm bubbling out of the cauldron.
• We remember that we are not gods. We can err (no wonder we are called humans!).
• We don’t think taking help is for losers.
• We look on both sides before crossing. But for god’s sakes if the rest of the path lies on the other side; let’s just cross the highway.
I believe in explanations. And I reached some pretty interesting conclusions after a few hours of focused analysis.
(These are what I came up with. But surely would appreciate it if anyone can think of more.)
• Initially we try easier stuffs (like your alphabet song). But later on down the line; we attempt harder assignments (like Shakespeare).
• When we start afresh on anything, the enthusiasm level is the highest. There is an enthusiasm to learn, and finish the task, a thrill of completing something entirely new. So very menial challenges we face add to the thrill rather than hinder us. It’s like that kid who wants to finish his first homework.
• In the beginning we are clear on our limits, the amount of know how (very minimal of course) etc. so we forgive ourselves for these ‘crimes’. As we advance in a field, anything the guy next door knows about it (that we don’t know) makes us feel ignorant. We take ourselves as the self proclaimed experts. This adds to frustration. Takes a toll on that element of enthusiasm, don’t you think? We forget in the process to get the info from the guy next door; and rather prefer to remain ignorant. We thus keep losing a lot of dimensions on that field (which could have helped; if we had only kept that open receptive mind alive!)
• We take help! We take help! We take help! Then after the first project goes live- we know everything! Poor us! Poor poor us! If only we knew that the guy standing at the end of the tunnel had a torch!
• The last but not the least we do not anticipate hurdles. As we know a field, we know what rocks the world and what can put a wedge underneath that smooth rocker. That’s well and good. But the lack of that knowledge and the seriousness of it make the first timer enjoy his journey more.
I realized that if we could work on the above points our beginner’s LUCK need not wane. We could have the ‘beginner’s luck’ for the rest of our lives if:
• We divided our heavy duty stuff to reasonable sizes.
• We kept our enthusiasm bubbling out of the cauldron.
• We remember that we are not gods. We can err (no wonder we are called humans!).
• We don’t think taking help is for losers.
• We look on both sides before crossing. But for god’s sakes if the rest of the path lies on the other side; let’s just cross the highway.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Terrorist!
Terrorist…
One rainy stormy day in Pune; Miss: Genius(now now.. it’s not me..) decides to go shopping.
If you come to Pune, you will see girls with faces veiled. Woho! It’s nothing to do with modesty; we just don’t want pollution to caress our smooth skin. (Initially someone had told me that ‘it’s a move against eve teasing!’ Consider that.)
So where were we?.. ya.. one rainy stormy.. whatever..
Miss brilliance apparently had not withdrawn any money from her own bank’s ATM.
So she steps into Citibank ATM.( Now the procedures are different for different ATM’s , and this poor girl was wet, dirty, haggard and not to mention, had a rickshaw waiting.)
In her hurry she forgot to swipe the card at the entrance, and had almost succeeded in bringing down the door. But ideas strike, and finally after 6 hurried worried swipes (using all possible edges of my.. ahem! her card – even tried the corners) the damn door clicked.
And surprise! Surprise! She tries the wrong side of the door. Once inside she fumbles with all possible slots (why the hell do they have more than one similar sized slot!) and then’s when the umbrella gets repelled from her. No physical phenomenon I assure, just the security guard trying to help her. Apparently not! He’s fully armed and wants to know whether she requires help (as if she was a first timer, duh!). 'Ma'am! please show your face'(Uh…mm…remember the scarf I was talking about) 'Please show yourself fully to the camera' (what the @###....&^&*!). Now, what you have is a fully armed man behind you and staring intently and you are supposed to type in your pin (damn! Why the hell don’t they provide a more eye catching alert? I was waiting for some dramatic prompt for the past 3 minutes and there it was lying as inconspicuous as a bug.Damn! Damn! The guy has shifted to a charging position). Well what do you know? She enters the amount five times before getting that right (or she thought!). Another transaction for the remaining amount. And then a request for receipt. Thank god it’s over! She charges out of the ATM centre. Oops! Forgot the stupid umbrella. Go get it. Ah! Got it! Damn! Charge back in again, grab the card and receipt just as the guy hoists his rifle in alarm. Charge back out with the hands held high up, and dive into the rickshaw. Forget the scarf. Let the guy keep it.
One rainy stormy day in Pune; Miss: Genius(now now.. it’s not me..) decides to go shopping.
If you come to Pune, you will see girls with faces veiled. Woho! It’s nothing to do with modesty; we just don’t want pollution to caress our smooth skin. (Initially someone had told me that ‘it’s a move against eve teasing!’ Consider that.)
So where were we?.. ya.. one rainy stormy.. whatever..
Miss brilliance apparently had not withdrawn any money from her own bank’s ATM.
So she steps into Citibank ATM.( Now the procedures are different for different ATM’s , and this poor girl was wet, dirty, haggard and not to mention, had a rickshaw waiting.)
In her hurry she forgot to swipe the card at the entrance, and had almost succeeded in bringing down the door. But ideas strike, and finally after 6 hurried worried swipes (using all possible edges of my.. ahem! her card – even tried the corners) the damn door clicked.
And surprise! Surprise! She tries the wrong side of the door. Once inside she fumbles with all possible slots (why the hell do they have more than one similar sized slot!) and then’s when the umbrella gets repelled from her. No physical phenomenon I assure, just the security guard trying to help her. Apparently not! He’s fully armed and wants to know whether she requires help (as if she was a first timer, duh!). 'Ma'am! please show your face'(Uh…mm…remember the scarf I was talking about) 'Please show yourself fully to the camera' (what the @###....&^&*!). Now, what you have is a fully armed man behind you and staring intently and you are supposed to type in your pin (damn! Why the hell don’t they provide a more eye catching alert? I was waiting for some dramatic prompt for the past 3 minutes and there it was lying as inconspicuous as a bug.Damn! Damn! The guy has shifted to a charging position). Well what do you know? She enters the amount five times before getting that right (or she thought!). Another transaction for the remaining amount. And then a request for receipt. Thank god it’s over! She charges out of the ATM centre. Oops! Forgot the stupid umbrella. Go get it. Ah! Got it! Damn! Charge back in again, grab the card and receipt just as the guy hoists his rifle in alarm. Charge back out with the hands held high up, and dive into the rickshaw. Forget the scarf. Let the guy keep it.
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