wheels on flesh

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Trains in japan are used for two purposes;Commuting and Committing..suicide. More and more platforms are starting to have edge barriers to prevent people from dropping off their earthly vessels on the other side.

But the question is why do they choose the railways? Why can’t they die like decent men and women and do their personal chores in their own homes, like taking pills, slitting wrists, hanging, jumping from the roof? Most people in the big cities live in rented apartments, so except for the last option, no one will find them till atleast a month and they would also have a higher rate of success in their endeavour given they had not messed up in between and just fallen unconscious instead of dying.

I have two theories for that.

1. They don’t actually want to die and coming to railway platforms is their way of seeking help. Maybe someone will stop them and listen to them.

To this I say, That’s just sad bro. 

2.It is their way of saying “fuck you” to the world. Inconveniencing people who have bothered or ignored them for so long. A brief moment of revenge, a brief moment of control.

To this, I say attaboy! What a way to sign off! All the people with their meetings and presentations, classes and dates, they are all on hold now. And the driver, well he is now in the It’s-Not-Your-Fault therapy class.

Good job! Unless of course, you are a christian. Then you are going to hell.

Inaction

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the greatest action is inaction. That is what I believe. People want to act so much that it makes me angry. “Save the poor!” “Save the country” “save the world” act, act ,act.

But really. Try to stay silent for 10 minutes straight. don’t move. Don’t talk to yourself in your head. You wouldn’t have felt more awkward in your entire life. That’s saying something to you. To act is easy. To deny it is hard.

Don’t act. You would be liberated to know that the world would still revolve without your concern.

And sometimes you would see how misguided all your efforts to help others were.

The Growth Mindset : Telling Penguins to Flap Harder ?

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Disappointed Idealist

I’m not sure whether this particular blog might lose me friends. It’s not intended to, but I’m going to stumble into an area where I know some people have very strong views. It was prompted by a post-parents’ evening trawl through some blogs, and I came across this blog by Dylan Wiliam :

I’m generally a fan of Dylan Wiliam, although I once tried to joke with him on Twitter, and I’m not sure my humour survived the transition to 140 characters. If I made any impression, it was almost certainly a bad one. Oh well. In any case, it’s not actually his blog on feedback which is at issue here – it’s a good piece, and I agree with the central message about marking/feedback. The bit I want to write about is this :

“Students must understand that they are not born with talent (or lack of it) and…

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Language as a tool of war

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It’s not a good idea to argue with your opponent in their mother tongue, even if you happen to know it rather well. Pretend ignorance and force them to speak in your language or order an interpreter. This is the way to defeat them even before the game has begun. The conversation would be so painfully awkward that he would beg you to end it and let you win.

The purpose of arguing is not to arrive at the truth. You don’t care about the truth. You care about winning.

So go and win. Truth be damned.

Never argue in english with an American or British.

Never argue in hindi with an Indian.

Never argue in mandarin with a Chinese.

The way of winning is to go full tribal on your opponent.

Brothel and the Book store

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What is a civilisation? How do you measure the height reached by the soul of a nation? I say that it can be measured by these two things: A Brothel and a Book Store.

If you ever happen to be in a foreign country and wish to know how evolved its citizens really are,if you wish to see beyond the veil of tall skyscrapers and crowds covered in the latest excesses, go to these two places. Do not go to those culture and language exchange clubs for those are scams, deluding you with historical significance,of how things should be, of how they would like you to see them, but not how they are.

A brothel shows you how they look at sex. Is it legal? Notice the quality of the whores. Are they healthy? Notice the locality of the place. Is it in the dark end of an obscure road or the city center? A truly civilised society rejoices sex in any form, instead of trying to hide it like a sin.

A book store on the other hand. shows the intellectual capabilities of the society. Notice the people visiting these stores. Are they young or old? Young customers indicate a society willing to learn.What books are being bought? If all that most people buy are self-help books you know that it’s a sick society, struggling to survive. On the other hand, an interest in literature, art or philosophy is an indication of a mature soul.

The most civilized state will hence have a whorehouse alongside a bookstore, both filled with people, young and old, right at the center of the city.

 

 

Crab Soup

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One should value above everything else freedom, equality and crab soup’

The crab soup in this Heinrich Heine quote refers to the small pleasures of life. It is to be valued with utmost care since it is what makes life worth living. We live, not for some grand event, yet to be unfolded, whereby we emerge victorious and universally lauded, but instead for life itself.

I find these pleasures in my morning cup of Darjeeling chai and roti.

Nothing beats it. Even a thousand kilometers away from my country, the first sip of tea, the first, soft, bite of a hot roti, dissolves the distance with fond memories,still fresh as the morning dew. The day ahead might be hard. The evening, harder. But the first 20 minutes of the early dawn belongs only to me.

Oh and yes, there is also the morning cigarette, my guilty pleasure.

 

moaning of life

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A second child was born to a family from Laos. People from the dorm were gathering to celebrate with the couple in the park nearby. A picnic-like atmosphere was created in half an hour, with foods and drinks, laughter and songs.

And I think to myself,” Why,this is just fucking annoying.”

What are they celebrating about? That poor sod! The things he will have to go through competing for a share of the world’s resources. Only a group of lunatics would celebrate such a tragedy. Don’t we have enough people already? Why more?

Cities are growing taller with nowhere to spread. People are being squeezed inside bird cages, with walls so thin, you can hear your neighbour’s intimate,midnight conversations.  And yet we are popping babies out one after another.

I don’t get why people want to have children in the first place. Sex, I get. But why reproduction? I find thinking about pregnancy rather revolting.

 

I was looking at news from China and they have this one-child policy.  I read that it has prevented some 400 million births since 1970. Some people have criticised it on grounds of human rights, hefty fines, etc.

But hey! It works you know.

I read somewhere that if all the world’s people were to live the American life, then we would need 4 more Earths. It’s clear that we don’t have the resources to provide a good life to everybody. Then what are we celebrating about? What do we say to the baby? “Welcome kid, to a mildly satisfying life.”

I think we have got this the wrong way round:We should mourn a life and celebrate a death.

I once heard some sort of a buddhist monk telling his followers a story.A child was born and the first thing he said was,

Oh no! Not again!

I believe the kid in the dorm was feeling something similar.