He is confused by everything he sees,
tired by the endless,needless strings
of omnipresent and absolute stupidity
that they demonstrate.
Why don't they understand?
A question that none can answer,
as he goes on another rant
about the meaninglessness of it all.
The creation of life, the meaning of it,
all drops in the sea of complete emptiness
as small meaningless bits
of conversations about permed hair and shoes.
No place for a thinking person,
he is trapped in the web of frustration
Until he realizes
Ignorance is bliss.
Monday, December 3, 2007
Physics?
A Satirical Ode to Physics
Physics, Oh Physics.
You reduce me to tears.
Every time finals roll around,
Seeing you becomes my greatest fear.
When they're over I feel carefree.
Thinking everything is done.
Then physics grades make me melancholy,
they prevent me from having fun.
Physics, oh Physics.
I thought I understood you so.
Kinematics seemed like a breeze,
Magnetism I felt I know,
Formulae I memorized with ease.
But then came the quiz,
it was impossible to figure out.
My mind went blank,
I just wanted to shout.
Physics, oh Physics.
I don't know why I stick with you.
I don't get a thing,
yet, despite the challenge,
I find you extremely interesting.
A Serious Ode to Physics
Lost like a needle in a haystack,
wandering around an abyss.
You grind to halt and then,
like a horse spurred,
race forward again.
Arguing and fighting like children
men with mammoth ideas
and short memories clamour,
trying to court you.
Your complexities are clearly visible,
in the face that is ever-changing,
seemingly lost in a sea of problems,
waves of momentary understanding
tempered with confusion.
Swirling through space and time,
attracting contemplation and curious stares.
You are our best bet for figuring out
this strange shapeless timeless universe.
Physics, you are the darkest corner,
and the brightest beacon.
Relatively, of course.
Physics, Oh Physics.
You reduce me to tears.
Every time finals roll around,
Seeing you becomes my greatest fear.
When they're over I feel carefree.
Thinking everything is done.
Then physics grades make me melancholy,
they prevent me from having fun.
Physics, oh Physics.
I thought I understood you so.
Kinematics seemed like a breeze,
Magnetism I felt I know,
Formulae I memorized with ease.
But then came the quiz,
it was impossible to figure out.
My mind went blank,
I just wanted to shout.
Physics, oh Physics.
I don't know why I stick with you.
I don't get a thing,
yet, despite the challenge,
I find you extremely interesting.
A Serious Ode to Physics
Lost like a needle in a haystack,
wandering around an abyss.
You grind to halt and then,
like a horse spurred,
race forward again.
Arguing and fighting like children
men with mammoth ideas
and short memories clamour,
trying to court you.
Your complexities are clearly visible,
in the face that is ever-changing,
seemingly lost in a sea of problems,
waves of momentary understanding
tempered with confusion.
Swirling through space and time,
attracting contemplation and curious stares.
You are our best bet for figuring out
this strange shapeless timeless universe.
Physics, you are the darkest corner,
and the brightest beacon.
Relatively, of course.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Three Lions
A sea of white and red,
filled with crazed waves,
roaring and screaming,
red-faced and violent.
A single held breath,
as they unite in anticipation,
of what may be
their greatest hope coming true.
All dependent on eleven men,
hyped beyond belief,
carrying a nation on their shoulders,
they try desperately to live up to the hope.
A string of passes,
a slew of missed chances,
and soon enough,
the ball is in the back of the wrong net.
The anticipation dies,
replaced by bitter reality,
the sea of white and red fades,
as England lose yet again.
filled with crazed waves,
roaring and screaming,
red-faced and violent.
A single held breath,
as they unite in anticipation,
of what may be
their greatest hope coming true.
All dependent on eleven men,
hyped beyond belief,
carrying a nation on their shoulders,
they try desperately to live up to the hope.
A string of passes,
a slew of missed chances,
and soon enough,
the ball is in the back of the wrong net.
The anticipation dies,
replaced by bitter reality,
the sea of white and red fades,
as England lose yet again.
Television Writer's Guild of America
A pair of spectacles rests on the table.
Alone, for the table has been cleared,
by the men whom everybody knows,
but no one recognizes.
The men who talk to a million people,
without saying a single word.
The men who numb our minds,
change our world,
or broaden our horizons,
depending on how you see them.
How would you feel?
You make millions of people laugh,
then you make them think,
use the pen to carve out their feelings,
their emotions are your ink.
They are on every screen,
every table, every conversation.
Yet they get no more than a penny
for their thoughts,
because they are not the ones
'people pay to see'.
No one waits after the climax,
the screen flickers off.
The true celebrities are lost
in a line of credits.
Everybody knows them,
but no one recognizes them,
until they have cleared their tables,
and all that's left is blank screens
in a million homes.
Alone, for the table has been cleared,
by the men whom everybody knows,
but no one recognizes.
The men who talk to a million people,
without saying a single word.
The men who numb our minds,
change our world,
or broaden our horizons,
depending on how you see them.
How would you feel?
You make millions of people laugh,
then you make them think,
use the pen to carve out their feelings,
their emotions are your ink.
They are on every screen,
every table, every conversation.
Yet they get no more than a penny
for their thoughts,
because they are not the ones
'people pay to see'.
No one waits after the climax,
the screen flickers off.
The true celebrities are lost
in a line of credits.
Everybody knows them,
but no one recognizes them,
until they have cleared their tables,
and all that's left is blank screens
in a million homes.
Friday, October 12, 2007
Thursday, October 11, 2007
How Baboons Spend Their Money
As this is being typed, at least a 100 people will die of malnutrition (one person dies of hunger every three seconds), 3 square meters of the Arctic Ice Cap will melt (An average of 400 square meters melt daily), at least 4 women will be married off against their will in either China, India or South East Asia, AIDS will spread to 27 more people, and innumerable other human rights violations, political misdemeanors and international offenses will occur.
Yet, never fear, because researchers are using their funds wisely to try and solve these problems. Take for example, this study on How Baboons Think. Although it is a most appreciable and fascinating topic to think about, I often wonder about the longer term purpose of researches such as this one. Every year, there is an estimated influx of 120 billion US dollars into research in major universities and research institutes worldwide. Even if you estimate that 95% of these grants are used for medical and chemical research that has important implications and may be used to discover cures to disease, plausible solutions to international problems, or other noble and noteworthy factors, that leaves a few hundred million lying around for us to study baboons, cheetahs, the Indus valley, the impact of walking on your feet, and other such ludicrous topics of research. This is not to undermine researchers or to say that their topics of study are completely unimportant or uninteresting. But judging their studies against the plight of a few million dying people, it is not difficult to decide who would triumph. Relative importance should be considered, and while there are numerous social problems to which few resources are being contributed, we continue to ponder things such as walnuts, baboons, ancient runes, and such topics that are important to a grand total of about 12 and a half people. So the next time the governments or colleges or whoever assigns the funds for these researches has to assign a grant, maybe they should think about some of the larger issues facing the world today.
Yet, never fear, because researchers are using their funds wisely to try and solve these problems. Take for example, this study on How Baboons Think. Although it is a most appreciable and fascinating topic to think about, I often wonder about the longer term purpose of researches such as this one. Every year, there is an estimated influx of 120 billion US dollars into research in major universities and research institutes worldwide. Even if you estimate that 95% of these grants are used for medical and chemical research that has important implications and may be used to discover cures to disease, plausible solutions to international problems, or other noble and noteworthy factors, that leaves a few hundred million lying around for us to study baboons, cheetahs, the Indus valley, the impact of walking on your feet, and other such ludicrous topics of research. This is not to undermine researchers or to say that their topics of study are completely unimportant or uninteresting. But judging their studies against the plight of a few million dying people, it is not difficult to decide who would triumph. Relative importance should be considered, and while there are numerous social problems to which few resources are being contributed, we continue to ponder things such as walnuts, baboons, ancient runes, and such topics that are important to a grand total of about 12 and a half people. So the next time the governments or colleges or whoever assigns the funds for these researches has to assign a grant, maybe they should think about some of the larger issues facing the world today.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Hats Off to Radiohead
Radiohead have always been a unique and rather excellent band. From their earlier works like Pablo Honey they have progressively grown and improved with every album they have released. But more than their music, they have received endless media attention for their principles. Yes, those vague things that nobody seems to have these days. Vowing to remain independent of record labels and free from contracts, they have taken this a step further by distributing their new album, In Rainbows, exclusively on their website, and through their download service called W.A.S.T.E (based on Thomas Pynchon's concept in the The Crying of Lot 49, a brilliant and rather complex book). But what is truly special about this policy is that the buyers get to choose their own price for the album. Yes, you read correctly. If you think Radiohead are absolutely terrible, you can pay 50 cents for their album without any ramifications (except hateful glares from fans like yours truly), and if you worship them, you can pay as much as you like. What is even more interesting is that so far, a large number of people have actually paid regular or higher prices for this album, showing that, contrary to popular belief, not all of us are thieving, slimy scoundrels. This method of selling has more or less shattered two basic economic and business-based principles:
1. For commercial success it is necessary to have a wide distribution base: While record labels like EMI and Universal are struggling to keep up with iTunes and Amazon, concept and underground movements like this one are gaining ground and becoming more and more commercially successful. They may not be linked with every mega-store in the country, yet Radiohead has shown that the quality of their music is a far more useful selling point than operating based on volume.
2. Selling at a fixed price just below or equal to that set by the market is a surefire way to profit: Once again, economics has been proven wrong. In this fast evolving market, people like to have power to choose. If they are given the right to decide, most of them will actually pay as much as you want or more. Which also refutes the theory that people are only good if you instill fear in them, but that's a whole different story.
Anyways, reading about Radiohead's independent success makes me happy and affirms that there are still a few people out there that believe in independent operation and the principles of consumer rights. I'm definitely going to order In Rainbows.
Link to In Rainbows
New York Times Story on Radiohead
1. For commercial success it is necessary to have a wide distribution base: While record labels like EMI and Universal are struggling to keep up with iTunes and Amazon, concept and underground movements like this one are gaining ground and becoming more and more commercially successful. They may not be linked with every mega-store in the country, yet Radiohead has shown that the quality of their music is a far more useful selling point than operating based on volume.
2. Selling at a fixed price just below or equal to that set by the market is a surefire way to profit: Once again, economics has been proven wrong. In this fast evolving market, people like to have power to choose. If they are given the right to decide, most of them will actually pay as much as you want or more. Which also refutes the theory that people are only good if you instill fear in them, but that's a whole different story.
Anyways, reading about Radiohead's independent success makes me happy and affirms that there are still a few people out there that believe in independent operation and the principles of consumer rights. I'm definitely going to order In Rainbows.
Link to In Rainbows
New York Times Story on Radiohead
A Great Way to Lure Customers
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Tuesday, October 9, 2007
The Odyssey
This commentary on the way our lives are changing is interesting, not only because of the observations it makes, but also because every single one of the parts of "The Odyssey" is tellingly true. The patterns in the lives of these late teens and 20-something adults is reflective of a larger and more complicated question. No longer does the paradigm of "go to college, get a job, get married, have kids" hold true, because of the way perceptions worldwide and especially in America are changing. More people want to discover themselves, more people want to do what they enjoy, more people want to grow into responsibility rather than follow established patterns. I certainly believe that this is a good thing, not only because of the opportunities it offers, but because, unavoidably, an 'odyssey' raises far more questions than the beaten path does, and as we keep addressing these questions, society continues to evolve.
The iPod
A lust for instant gratification.
As we progress, we need it,
every waking moment must be filled up,
every step has to be recorded,
there has to be a soundtrack,
for every action in this film of life.
It is our individuality,
what defines us,
our music makes us different,
from the millions of others
who listen to the same thing,
all in isolation,
The two earphones are a security blanket
If only every teenager knew,
that this device which now represents
freedom, independence and rebellion,
the symbol of their generation,
is not truly theirs to celebrate.
They are victims, unsuspecting,
to the game of marketing.
As we progress, we need it,
every waking moment must be filled up,
every step has to be recorded,
there has to be a soundtrack,
for every action in this film of life.
It is our individuality,
what defines us,
our music makes us different,
from the millions of others
who listen to the same thing,
all in isolation,
The two earphones are a security blanket
If only every teenager knew,
that this device which now represents
freedom, independence and rebellion,
the symbol of their generation,
is not truly theirs to celebrate.
They are victims, unsuspecting,
to the game of marketing.
Monday, October 8, 2007
Choosing on A Whim
This is something I found that I wrote nearly two years ago, after the 10th grade ICSE exams.
It's over. After all the struggles and the hours spent studying, the endless phone calls and the stress over questions, freedom is finally here. I have finished the so called "biggest exam of my life so far", and it doesn't feel particularly liberating. More than anything, I feel sad at the way the system works, how everything is based on this one exam and it determines your future. I am moving to Singapore, so I won't have to choose, but the people that need to make that final decision between arts, sciences and commerce, I feel bad for you. You're screwed. Is it possible to choose what you want to do now, on the basis of one exam? I hope not. If I did have to make the decision, I don't know what I would do. It seems to me that too many people will choose science, not because the like physics or chemistry or biology, but because they are desperate to do engineering or medicine, then ring in a fat paycheck. For commerce, too, it seems quite doubtful that every single one of those students wants to work on accounts, commercial studies and math for the rest of their lives without any exposure to other subjects or fields. And as always, the people with the lowest scores will choose arts, because it is perceived as low earning. If they opened their eyes and looked, most people that enjoy reading or designing or drawing would see that they don't have to be limited by that percentage, the perception that the only jobs worth having are doctor, engineer, or corporate, then they would do far better. Perhaps the wisest are those choosing to do the IB or moving abroad, because at least, before they choose their final course of study, they can explore for a few more years, look at what options there are, see what they find most interesting and then do what they actually enjoy. Forgive me for being impractical or unrealistic, but I'd rather have a smaller house and enjoy every day of my job than slog at something I don't like just to be able to afford that Mercedes.
It's over. After all the struggles and the hours spent studying, the endless phone calls and the stress over questions, freedom is finally here. I have finished the so called "biggest exam of my life so far", and it doesn't feel particularly liberating. More than anything, I feel sad at the way the system works, how everything is based on this one exam and it determines your future. I am moving to Singapore, so I won't have to choose, but the people that need to make that final decision between arts, sciences and commerce, I feel bad for you. You're screwed. Is it possible to choose what you want to do now, on the basis of one exam? I hope not. If I did have to make the decision, I don't know what I would do. It seems to me that too many people will choose science, not because the like physics or chemistry or biology, but because they are desperate to do engineering or medicine, then ring in a fat paycheck. For commerce, too, it seems quite doubtful that every single one of those students wants to work on accounts, commercial studies and math for the rest of their lives without any exposure to other subjects or fields. And as always, the people with the lowest scores will choose arts, because it is perceived as low earning. If they opened their eyes and looked, most people that enjoy reading or designing or drawing would see that they don't have to be limited by that percentage, the perception that the only jobs worth having are doctor, engineer, or corporate, then they would do far better. Perhaps the wisest are those choosing to do the IB or moving abroad, because at least, before they choose their final course of study, they can explore for a few more years, look at what options there are, see what they find most interesting and then do what they actually enjoy. Forgive me for being impractical or unrealistic, but I'd rather have a smaller house and enjoy every day of my job than slog at something I don't like just to be able to afford that Mercedes.
The Fight
There is fury building up inside of me,
It's a fury only I can see, I can feel,
It feels like I have to set it free,
Unleash the anger that is so real.
Then I can't control what I say,
As the screaming and the pain escalates,
Everything between us continues to fray,
Feels like love is made up of momentary hate.
There's too much within for apology to solve,
Too many issues, too much history,
too many things that are unresolved,
I wish things would be fine if I just said 'forgive me'.
But this has happened too many times,
I just hope it works out fine.
It's a fury only I can see, I can feel,
It feels like I have to set it free,
Unleash the anger that is so real.
Then I can't control what I say,
As the screaming and the pain escalates,
Everything between us continues to fray,
Feels like love is made up of momentary hate.
There's too much within for apology to solve,
Too many issues, too much history,
too many things that are unresolved,
I wish things would be fine if I just said 'forgive me'.
But this has happened too many times,
I just hope it works out fine.
Monday, August 20, 2007
Blindness Pt.2
Is it hard?
It's a question I'm tired of.
Tired of being written off,
An incapable invalid.
I hear the whispers,
I can hear them,
thinking they're superior,
unknowingly, unthinkingly.
They have sight but not vision,
I can feel them looking,
I know when they stare,
I can't see them,
but I know they're there.
It's a handicap,
but I can still love,
feel, move, read or live,
I can still know myself,
That's more than I can say for them.
It's a question I'm tired of.
Tired of being written off,
An incapable invalid.
I hear the whispers,
I can hear them,
thinking they're superior,
unknowingly, unthinkingly.
They have sight but not vision,
I can feel them looking,
I know when they stare,
I can't see them,
but I know they're there.
It's a handicap,
but I can still love,
feel, move, read or live,
I can still know myself,
That's more than I can say for them.
Blindness
I don't know anymore,
whether I can feel.
I don't know what's in store,
I wish it would just heal.
Darkness, encompassing me,
I can cry and cry,
But these eyes won't see
no matter how hard I try.
It's not outside but inside,
A little part of me is dead
How can I have pride
there's emptiness instead.
My life leans on an object,
depends on a stick,
Does it have any meaning?
It's death I'd rather pick.
whether I can feel.
I don't know what's in store,
I wish it would just heal.
Darkness, encompassing me,
I can cry and cry,
But these eyes won't see
no matter how hard I try.
It's not outside but inside,
A little part of me is dead
How can I have pride
there's emptiness instead.
My life leans on an object,
depends on a stick,
Does it have any meaning?
It's death I'd rather pick.
The Stalker
Come back, where have you gone?
You were the only one,
Where have you gone?
I need to find you,
to follow you.
I need the peace you give me,
I need to find you,
to always know where you are
I need to find you,
in this deluded mind you're my star.
It scares the hell out of me,
I know everything about you,
I know it all.
It scares me how much I need you,
Its hard to live without you,
How much I need you,
even though you don't know my name.
You were the only one,
Where have you gone?
I need to find you,
to follow you.
I need the peace you give me,
I need to find you,
to always know where you are
I need to find you,
in this deluded mind you're my star.
It scares the hell out of me,
I know everything about you,
I know it all.
It scares me how much I need you,
Its hard to live without you,
How much I need you,
even though you don't know my name.
The Believer
He spent ten minutes.
Every day he spent ten minutes,
never questioning the validity of it.
Sometimes doing more but never less,
holding on to it.
Yet he never understood.
He did it to assure himself,
gaining confidence from his faith.
To the world it looked like he truly believed,
He told them it gave him purpose,
he told them it was hope,
and he seemed spiritual now.
Until the last moment,
where he realized there was no absolution,
no salvation, only darkness.
The daily prayer,
hoping for a better life,
A life after death.
But the darkness is spinning,
as he waits and realizes,
His prayer was wasted.
Every day he spent ten minutes,
never questioning the validity of it.
Sometimes doing more but never less,
holding on to it.
Yet he never understood.
He did it to assure himself,
gaining confidence from his faith.
To the world it looked like he truly believed,
He told them it gave him purpose,
he told them it was hope,
and he seemed spiritual now.
Until the last moment,
where he realized there was no absolution,
no salvation, only darkness.
The daily prayer,
hoping for a better life,
A life after death.
But the darkness is spinning,
as he waits and realizes,
His prayer was wasted.
Introduction
This is a record of me. I don't know how long it'll last, I've created and deleted numerous blogs before, but I hope that I can look back and see what I was like when I see this in the far future. I can't define a topic for it, or can I? I write randomly, in spurts, and about things that pop into my head and disappear just as quickly. I tend to be skeptical, but am open to ideas as well. I love music and that will probably make up a major chunk of this. Books probably will too. Enjoy and feel free to comment, criticize or send me large amounts of money.
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