Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Root Mean Square Reality:Bring 'em on! :D

Time and again I have been accused of being judgmental. What I think is that no person can know if what he/she or anyone else thinks is absolutely right or wrong because it's impossible for any one to be unbiased when making such a decision. As soon as you try to use your sensibilities to determine whether something is right or wrong you are getting biased. Because the tool(your perception) itself is not neutral.

Let me draw an analogy. Let us consider a space(S) with a charged body. We need to know if the body(named say, Fact) is positively charged or negatively charged or neutral. For the electrostatically challenged, similar charges repel, while both a neutral and an oppositely charged body will be attracted towards a charged body. So the only foolproof way of knowing whether the body(Fact) is positively or negatively charged is to carry a test charge(either positive or negative, called Perception) into the space(S). Now:

1) If attraction occurs, the body(Fact) can be either oppositely charged or neutral compared to the test charge(Perception). So we cannot be sure.
2) If repulsion occurs, it(Fact) has to be similarly charged as the test charge.

But the moment the test charge(Perception) enters the space(S) it brings about a change in the electric field of the space(S). But there really is no way of determining qualitatively or quantitatively the nature and magnitude of the charge without bringing in the test charge(Perception), and hence manipulating the field.

So only a perception that is biased(charged) can tell if the Fact is true or not.

Having said that, I unequivocally state that truth is always relative. All the truths that we believe in are relative. We all have our relative reality. And our relative reality is formed by the way we perceive the things around us. Our perception, which is entirely a fruit of social conditioning, is biased. So the reality that we look at is self-made.

I believe in saying what I feel to be true. What i say is definitely not what is absolutely true...it just is my relative truth. But then why would you expect me to say something that is absolutely true? When absolute truth does not exist?

All living people have to be either judgmental or politically correct. Of course what being politically correct means is that instead of stating my relative reality I either stay away from saying anything or try to figure the Root Mean Square of all the individual relative realities( i.e. a convolution or a mean collective reality) and serve it on a platter. A platter so high on general Correlation Coefficient can hardly go wrong. It has the least chance of being contradicted.

So there. I rest my case.

The Tramp's Tantrums

I don't mind being sad AT ALL. I don't mind being called a loser AT ALL. I won't go. I won't. I won't do anything AT ALL. For ANYONE. I will just sit. And watch you be seen.

I feel as empty as a drum
Don't know why I didn't come

Just watch you go by. I don't care AT ALL. :)

PS: You think I should give up? Does it seem like I am lookin' for an answer to a question I can't ask?

Sunday, February 18, 2007


Yes I am ashamed. Ashamed of what I see around me. I have seen eyes scan the entire length and breadth of my dear ones-my mother, my mashi, my friend. X-Ray visions. That pierce deeper than just your clothes. I have seen men leaning just that extra bit to get a feel of the right places. Of my mother, my mashi, my friend. I have seen a father with a child on his lap in an auto place his hands on my mother's thigh. And have shuddered. I have wanted to smash every bone of them, everytime. Now, I am sure I haven't done my best. But then(I don't know if I am a coward trying to defend myself) can you really define a lewd look? Can you? Can you go up to every other person (yes, there really are very very few exceptions) and try to teach them a lesson? I don't really know. I am asking a question. To the guys (and the girls).

Meanwhile, THIS is what you should read. All of you.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007


I could see it coming.
But it didn't matter.
After 20 years , suddenly
I was tired. And I could see
There was nowhere to go.
The day was windy.
The drizzle a silver shimmer.
In the middle of a busy afternoon in Calcutta
I was crossing a road.

I could see it coming, the blue-yellow bus.
(Follow Traffic Rules,it said)
But it didn't matter.
After 20 years , suddenly
I was tired. And I could see
There was nowhere to go.

It was near.Very, very near.
A matter of moments.
And the Wall would be scaled.

A streak of lightning across the grey.
And I saw
That it didn't matter really.
Two choices too eerily congruent.

A few quick steps.
A swearing bus driver.
(boka choda naki shala?, he said)
Casually concerned Calcuttans.

The drizzle grew into a shower.
Got wet today.