PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS

HA! Gotcha! Now that you're reading this, I know that you are human. There is something amusing about basic human nature. Humans are characterized by making mistakes, making emotional decisions and going against other humans. So let's talk about you.Yes YOU, my dear reader! Pay attention.

 Now that you have come here, you have been labelled as an 'anarchist'(not to be confused with 'Antichrist'). I didn't label you as such, but society did so. Anarchy is a term which the dictionary defines as a state of disorder due to absence of a ruler/government. I don't believe in the dictionary, there is more to anarchy than that. Anarchy is not going by the rule book as I have "unintentionally" demonstrated it in my previous lines by not following dictionary meaning. Consequently, if you are an anarchist, you will not listen to me.

I am an anarchist myself. I am independent and go against what the society tends to do. I have my own ideals and principles which cannot be changed by others. Anyone who challenges the latter will be gone against. They will always have someone going against them because going 'for' them is too mainstream. Although it may seem a little too paradoxical if one anarchist goes against his/her own ideals. Well, that is too confusing for me to think so just skip to the next paragraph because it will divert your mind from the above paradox.

So here is the change in subject as promised. It is established that anarchy is basic human nature. So it can be used to differentiate between humans and machines since nowadays, humans and machines blend together so well that even humans start behaving like machines. Anyway, I have done a few anarchist things myself. Some of the events have shattered the very foundations of authority. Of course I will not tell you about it because I won't (want?)let out any job description of my secret job.

Screw it. I will narrate one incident because I don't have any more ideas to continue this post and I want to make it 'look' "big". Rewind to twelfth grade where we were supposed to give our farewell assembly and perform in front of the whole school. We prepared a parody play of different teachers and also a parody about all the stuff we did in school. Our Umbridge-like principal didn't approve of it. She felt it was uninspiring but her intention was to enforce her newly-found power and kill free speech by censorship. In the following two hours, she edited our script and made it boring. She instructed us to perform the edited script and threatened us with consequences if we didn't. As expected my anarchist batch-mates performed the original script along with lots of impromptu improvisations and the audience were splits(not to be taken literally). The teachers loved it, students laughed about it and we were suddenly the most popular batch in history of our school. Our very own "High inquisitor" madam Umbridge was helpless and just let it go. We regarded it as a victory.

The above is one of the many events in my life when my anarchist side came to the fore. I am not an activist, I am a freelancer. Whenever it is required, I can become an anarchist. I am like a virus, always dormant until it finds a suitable host. After the host graciously invites the virus, it clings to them and destroys them from the inside. Here, I can be compared to the virus and the host can be any form of authority which is not doing a good job.

I don't know how to conclude this post so I will just leave it without doing it. Just to test you how much of an anarchist you are, I request you NOT to comment below. 

27 hours a day

A warning to my readers: This post was written when I was going through some issues and my mind was turbulent. The post is induced with a lot of emotions and my personal life. I'd advice you not to go further if you're not used to read these types of posts. Also, I have to warn you that this post is unusually long and it might bore you to death. I do not want to be the cause of your death. Peace.

I want to travel through time. I wish I could control the time dimension. Using a remote control at my own will, accelerating, decelerating, fast-forward, rewind and pause.(not a full stop, just a pause.) I fantasize about travelling through the fourth dimension, both future and past and all things present. This is one concept you will only see in Science fiction because our scientific research and technological "advancements" are too primitive. But of course, one can fantasize about such things happening in real life when the reality becomes boring.

The number twenty-four is significant in anyone's life. People weren't creative enough to give names to the period of rotation of earth so they named it twenty-four hours. One thing that infuriates me is that this one full rotation of Earth is not enough for me to live my life. How I wish the earth rotated slower? At least three hours slower. Twenty Seven hours a day sounds good. I just can't imagine all the extra work we can do if it actually existed.

Lately, I have had terrible days with an overload of work which requires more than twenty-four hours of my time. Balancing has become much more difficult than unstable equilibrium. I am not new to multi-tasking, I've done it before and I know I can do it again, more efficiently. But the magnitude of jobs and tasks have been humongous. I have come to a point where I need to put my efforts in various tasks but output comes to be substandard. As they say, I have all work but no play. Even though I'm not Jack or a dull boy, I feel frustrated when things don't go my way. This affects my sleeping and eating habits.

I was going insane to be working like a machine. A machine with infinite links and colossally complicated mechanism.(Yes, this is what too much studying has done to me. I am not a nerd). I was lost in the deepest pit of insanity with no sense of direction. I had no idea that I was slowly killing myself mentally. My appearance was compared to a zombie due to lack of sleep and irregular eating habits.

And then there was light. Two of my best friends screamed at me down that pit till I could listen to them. They showed me the light, showed me the way to climb out of that pit. showed me how I unknowingly got into the pit. How I dug that pit deeper and finally, how I can dust myself and get up.

Sitting in my lab and introspecting(instead of working) , I realized how I was driving myself the wrong way. Among all the negativities surrounding me, I am glad that I have these trusted friends who pulled me up, Friends who were concerned about me when I ignored myself, they gave me moral support. This friendship is one of the few I value a lot.  In certain situations, my rational mind goes on a vacation but crazy as they may be, these friends helped me rationalize my thoughts. Looking from mathematics perspective, I was looking for the value of 'pi' but they gave me 22/7.

When I am upset or down in the dumps, there are few things which can cheer me up. Music is always the best remedy as music has the eternal powers to change a person. I have more to talk about music but I will save it for another post. I find solitude in the virtual world in form of games and movies. Nowadays, after a long, hard day of college, I look forward to the time I have in lab because I learn a lot while working. Also, my team-mates are like a family to me and we have fun together even while working. After all that I've gone through in the day, I'd  like to write down what I've been going through. Writing clears my mind and helps me think straight again. This blog post is the result of the above.(might be a recursive statement. That was purely unintentional).  Also, trivial and nonsensical chats with friends reassures me that the world is not cruel after all.

Lastly, my bed, my laptop and the calmness of my room cheers me up and soothes me. Talking about bed, I remember that I have to get enough sleep if I need to work on climbing that pit. So time to sleep before the long climb.

Grammatik Nazi

I know I am obsessed with German words in title lately.(If you didn't get what I mean, refer to my previous post). Maybe because I have a German exam on Monday and I have no idea of the syllabus. Coming back to context, this post's header also happens to be a title given to me on many instances. I usually take it as a compliment even though the word 'Nazi' is involved. As you may have already figured out, German for grammar is 'Grammatik'.

Yes, I am a Grammar Nazi. I follow the propaganda of correct way to use the English language. I consider bad Grammar a textual harassment. I incorporate phrasism and tensism in my ideology. I am opposed to slang and uncivilised grammar. I fight for right usage of prepositions. I struggle for freedom of punctuation. My Führer is language. It can be any language which contains grammar.

So there are some intellectually challenged people in this world who know the language well but still fail to use the correct grammar in language. These people have to be sent to concentration camps. People on the internet who are from the English speaking countries make the most mistakes. Some commonly confused words are 'your' and 'you're', 'there' and 'their', 'who's' and 'whose'. I am surprised that people who are non-native speakers use perfect English with no grammatical flaws. I was trying to find out the reason behind this occurrence and one of my theories is that native English speakers have learnt the language while growing up. They learnt it by listening to others talking and oral interaction. Non-native speakers learnt the language by writing and reading. So the latter is more strong in grammar than the former.

I feel it is important to follow grammar whenever we learn a language or use language to communicate in writing or oral. Grammar dictates a set of rules to be followed while using a language and if it were not for grammar, language would be chaotic and people couldn't have comprehended anything from a string of words. Grammar gives the language its identity. Grammar sets the location and time. Grammar is everything for a language.

As an advocate of grammar, I urge my readers to practice proper language etiquettes. The world would be a better place.

Heil Grammar!

vergessen

Don't be confounded after reading the title. This is an English-only blog and the for the sake of creativity, the title is in German.

I recently learnt a verb in German class which I will never forget. 'vergessen'. It means 'forgotten' in german. Apart from the irony demonstrated above, this word has clung to me because it used to be my recently compromised facebook password. Just a few days back, a friend happened to get his hands on my laptop and somehow, he could reveal my already saved password in my facebook account. He laughed at the fact that my password was so easy. I retorted saying that no one could've figured it out, Also, another added advantage is that if I ever chance upon schizophrenia(thank god for spell-checker, else I would never have gotten that spelling right),  amnesia or other forgetting diseases which cannot be recollected right now, the 'forgotten password' prompt would help me by displaying my password right on the screen. But apparently, I should be a little more creative in remembering passwords.

I quickly changed my password to something which cannot be revealed. (Don't even try to ask). Being careless with my passwords has not cost me anything but may cost me in the future. So with lots of experience(2 passwords old), I volunteer to teach anyone willing to learn how to set an unbreakable password. It is foolproof(unless you are the fool), sophisticated yet easy to remember.I don't want to be cryptic about it but you don't need to study cryptology to make unbreakable passwords. It is simpler than you think. Password selection need not be logical. You just need to be creative.

Speaking of creativity, you won't find any of it here in this post. The title starts in German followed by lot of gibberish and the conclusion which is yet to be written. Pathetic as it may be, I have critiqued my own post in the end. After such a post, I expect my readers to slam me in the comments section with negative reactions. I am okay with it and ready to take it all. You can start below.

PS: Don't mind me. I'm just thinking out loud.

Intellectually challenged

Two days back, when I was browsing the interwebs, I came across this particular article in a news website. The article was about the statement given by the Nirbhaya rapist. For those who have been living under a rock, Nirbhaya is a figurative name given to a woman who was the victim of a brutal gang-rape in Delhi a few years back. The boorish rapist made a statement recently which proved that some people are stupid and they don't deserve to live. He claimed that he raped the woman because she was asking for it. He blamed her for staying out in the night. After reading these disgusting claims, I was troubled to find out that after many years in prison, he has not changed his mentality. He certainly needs some psychological help if not someone to counsel him with what is right and wrong. He is not the only stupid person in the country, there are thousands of utterly disgusting men in this country who have lost control of themselves.

Recently, an instance of stupidity, the Indian government has banned a new BBC documentary called "India's daughter" fearing a global defamation conspiracy. It is a documentary about this nirbhaya incident which shows what exactly happened on 16th december 2012 and there is a revelation of the victim's name. The government is concealing the truth by banning a doumentary which is supposed to communicate to people as to what happened and how to prevent it.

Another incident which made me lose my faith in humanity is that a certain person who claimed himself as the "messenger of god" had four hundred followers who cut their testicles because he claims that it is the only way to get closer to god. This is utterly disturbing because how can people be so foolish to go to that extent? Is it ignorance or stupidity? Sometimes, both words come hand in hand and they relate to each other.

This world is filled with stupid people. In a more professional way, I can name them 'Intellectually challenged'. They have lost their direction in life and lost control of themselves. People slitting wrists over love, hanging themselves over something trivial and unnecessary fights. These are some stupid things done by intellectually challenged. This category of people drag the society down. People working for the greater good of humanity are hindered.

For my readers, this post is a reflection of my thoughts, some things which have been disturbing my mind lately. I would be glad if you write your thoughts about these issues below because another perspective is always helpful.