On Word Porn

'13 courses that could help you get rich'

'12 self -awareness exercises that fuel happiness and success'

'Become a digital entrepreneur with just these 7 courses'

'10 ways to agile up your productivity'

'13 tough interview questions heard at Apple, Google.....'

'12 new business ideas you can start now'

'5 tips for better images on DSLR'

'20 books every marketer should read'

'50 documentaries that are a must see'

Every person who browses the internet or the reading apps should have gone through this horrendous lists that keep forming every day, may be every hour. Humans love lists. Inducing someone to open up the article is the primary idea behind throwing a list at your face. The list looks fascinating only in the its current state - 'THE HEADING'.

What is inside is pure hogwash. Almost incorrigible. The first time you read something like this you feel okay those are things I have thought about but never placed on paper or committed myself to but good, the guy / gal got the idea well enough for a read. But everyday! every fucking day! I mean C'mon!

This whole world of content marketing or the generation of content on the internet over places like the one I am using or on 'Wordpress' or whatever else place, means that people take to blowing it all out across the virtual universe and some nincompoop like laps it up and things everything is hunky dory, there is a lot of action happening. This is just going beyond incomprehensible. Okay; I give them this that they did not ask me to read these and I haven't in the last few years but before that I used to do so and I was okay the stuff being strewn across. But now it is almost looking obsession like. Every magazine, business, entertainment, spiritual; every Tom, Dick and Harry is vomiting out stuff on how to fucking take care of my life and what I should read, and what I should wear and how much should I spent and how I can take the help of apps on the phone to help me with the reading, wearing and spending and how these apps would wake you up in the morning, tell you to walk, then write, have coffee, take a dunk, brush teeth, fuck, take bath, go to office, tell you how much time it would take you to reach office and then after reaching office remind you that the first mail you are supposed to send is to someone totally unimportant but you should do it. After that you should get into the project that you are working on and send updates over another app about where you stand so that everyone in the team is in the loop and guess what you do not need to send an email (woohoo, happy time, no email) the person knows that you have updated because the person also has the same app and he has already got the notifications. In between all this brouhaha make sure you change your profile picture as well as Facebook wall page as you did not do that for the last 2 days and what would the world think of you. They may think that you are completely out of touch, You are supposed to whats App a few people about a few completely unrelated things because else the whole world is thinking; what the fuck happened are you out of the groove and the very same people would pick up a totally avoidable video and pass it on and you shall give a thumbs up emoji and the other person guesses you have watched the video and enjoyed it. Another notification pops up from Twitter that Mr. Trump in the United States of America a few thousand miles away said that he hates Mexicans and on the other side some photographs of Bernie Sanders has popped from the year 1910 and that Ted Cruz does not seem to be the kind of guy who would ever win the American presidential elections. Very important for me as without these notifications I would have been totally out of touch with the world and I may have failed to be aware in a general manner about such important historic events that happen half way across the world.

All this and more continues unabated day in and day out, everyone around is oblivious of this serpentine twirl they are all in the middle of and they do not even realize that its a web and in its perceptions we are bound, feeling secure of the constant inundations and within these they forget to live real lives.

But all this is because of words, everything around us become words. Below these headlines, there are words in the article. Words, catch phrases, positive connotations, motivators, it just goes on. The singular concentration to get the mind to look at the world in one manner, in one way, the bloody positive way and it conjures up images of exaltation and delight and sets forth into the path devised and forgets as the next round of lists and words pop up from all over caressing our souls and making us feel good.

A lot of people who read this stuff say that they are in the habit of reading. and that they read good stuff and that it is food for thought. Funnily they carry these to the meetings, the interviews and even to the dates that they encounter and it all falls flat because these are places were reality meets these supposedly-almost-divine-interventions. Word porn is good in the way that it creates that sudden sense of satisfaction of having read something and also of positive intent and energy but exactly like the way the porn world functions it is all about instant gratification. The gratification of having seen, played, worked upon and no pressures of the real thing. There is no pains and tribulations of love, longing, empathy, desperation, performance, outlook, anxiety.. nothing; just enjoy and move on.. The words take you up in a crescendo and make you feel free and devoid of tensions and then you feel that a deed is done. Reading has been a much publicized, oft repeated  angle of the intellectual elite for centuries and when that deed seems so ridiculously easy to commit to and get done with, there is an elation of the senses that peaks at these random intervals. It is masturbation of the worst kind.

On Blues and Us

"Why did I come here? I am trying to study Differential Equations, but now all I want to do is crack a bottle of 
whiskey open & go on a Tom Waits binge. Damn you Tom, for being so fucking good."

This above is a comment on YouTube below the Tom Waits video ' Hope I don't fall in love with you'. I felt it very accurately captures what blues does to people. I love the music. In fact, I love any kind of music. While I am playing with my laptop keyboard on these lines I can hear the soft but brilliantly moving OST from Godfather playing in the background. Makes all the difference in the way my thoughts are moving. It does. One may not know it but it does. 

I have not done any experimentation on this but I have seen the way people react to music at all levels. It may have a lot to do with the fact that music expands your soul. It takes you to another realm of existence. Before a speech, before a meeting, before an interview before any of the million rigorous yet not so important tasks that we do if we listen to the music that you love it moots a massive change in behavior, approach as well as attitude.

Every time I listen to John Lee Hooker, any of the Chess record guys - Howlin Wolf, Muddy waters, Chuck Berry, Eta James. I am stuck in this forlorn mood where a beer in hand and pain of past lost loves and the need for a little twinge and loss becomes evident. If I have lost someone recently and then I am listening to blues mostly, I go deeper into the throes of human nature and find solace in the guitar plays and the resonance of the gravel voices. The words cut deep within me and I love the cuts, it aches, it does not pain. It creates this wonderful world where the lowering of the spirits and the senses takes you into a hole with the good lord. Funnily, it is never with the devil it takes you to a place of silent rumination and a sharp, clear vision emerges in front of you that helps you to go back to the very same places that has hurt you a million times but that hurt has only made you a better person and made you understand life beyond all its happy failings and sultry daily monotony.

Tom Waits did that to me the other day. I was having a happy, frolicsome day and I was reading 'On Writing' by Stephen King, of course in the morning I was reading the Coca Cola Story by one Mr. Pendergast, and I was brimming in confidence and enthusiasm and that is what books do to you. And i was just passing through various songs on You Tube and Tom Waits came up on the side list and I was induced to click it. I mean the guy is a genius and the voice, OMG; I mean where does that come from, if the devil has not gifted him that then what does the devil do good. I clicked and guess what Mr. King and Mr. Pendergast kind of left me and in came the hurts of yesteryear rumblings; Mr. Bukowski, Mr. Elliot with his Wasteland, my own thousands of wastelands, the wounds I have caused to my own and also to others, the joys of understanding through suffering and the utter disgust of how life is now in the early part of 21st Century. 

What blues says or does is pure human nature with its millions of ups and downs. As you sink into your chair and hear the music bellowing from the room it makes you want to stretch and the animal instincts of what we really are settles in. We want to get free, we want to let go, visit the oceans, get the sun to hit hard on us, meet people talk to them about wondrous journeys and other people, we want to gossip about what is happening in our towns, in our neighborhood, we want to talk about long lost loves and all those things that never happened, we want to share in the beauties of the landscape and terrains and the hills and the valleys of our lives. That blissful journey towards what humans need to be. 

The new age fast track, fast paced lets-get-shit-done and tell the world by uploading a photo does not make for great communication, it does not make for any communication. It bestows to the mind the thought that there is communication but in reality, somewhere in the corner the devil whimpers with a snide and laughs bemoaning how the good lords creation has lost the most beautiful of human relations of sharing and enjoying the nature that surrounds and believes he is doing so with his holiday packages, his sun lotions, his cheap tickets, his stationery observance of sedentary places with their ever-photographed monuments and blip-and-you-shall-miss rivers and grandeur and taking images of all of these for the world to envy and feel green and how in among these visions the mind is conjuring up the payments that await when one returns and the work - the daily grind of routinized inelegance- shall set him back to middle ages. He is worried but he has to continue and he has to seek solace in the cold, unsavory delight his eyes has gathered and get back to working on that camera and sharing on Instagram, Pinterest and I dunno where all.

As the comments on my latest updates settle in, I am listening to Magic Sam's boogie... this is taking me further away from my time into a journey of solace and comfort in the Sun, among the stars with the wild unrelenting expanse of the sky... I can feel the wind on my bald pane

Poco - Call It Love

Way down in the hole

KV, CB and Me - The Novice having fun with some brilliant minds

We begin with the introductory aspect of Kurt Vonnegut trying to explain the why of human life : “Tiger got to hunt, bird got to fly; Man got to sit and wonder, 'Why, why, why?' Tiger got to sleep, bird got to land; Man got to tell himself he understand. Why, why, why?

 There's only one rule that matters and that really keeps you happy and that is whatever is, whatever may be, you've got to be kind.  But to be kind sometimes, I often carry things to read or listen; so that I will not have to look at other people.

About passion and this continuous thirst of knowledge, understanding and need to be better, find your mojo, and when you do If you have decided you're going to try and go all the way, then begin immediate; otherwise, don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, boyfriends , husbands, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on benches and chairs that do not respond. It could mean tiresome loneliness. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery--isolation. But, Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do this one particular thing. And, you'll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you're going to try and go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. what matters most is how well you walk through the fire. It's the only good fight there is, if there is any fight at all.  

 Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fast, whichever, but it’s much better to be killed by this lover.

But when you choose that passion, that ardor, that lingering notion of delight that never goes away, remember that it has to be from the brain, the heart, the gut and all over you it has to come out of your soul like a rocket, without of which would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, and if not, don't do it. Unless that Sun, that brightness inside of you is burning your gut, don't do it. And when the odds come, commit to memory that we are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that death will tremble to take us.

And if decided, clearly of this path and zeal, when it is truly time, and if you have been chosen which harkens back to the timeless hours that you have spent on this hence you shall be chosen, it will all happen by itself and it will keep on happening until you die or it dies in you. There is no other way of living a wonderful life, and there never was and there never will be of any other kinds.

We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down; this is all there is to it…

And while you are doing it, it is very important for one’s self to stay as close to the edge as one can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can't see from the center, it is precarious but the roller coaster has always been better than the merry-go-round. Nothing has ever been accomplished by merrily circling around. In the meantime, while you are committed to this enormous but brilliant task of living on the edge with the dream, committed to your passion, I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, “If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.”

While you are doing all this do not forget that everything is beautiful and nothing hurts, people are there, some people come, some others go, some are important, some matter more, some do not have any say, but they all add to the charm of a life lived. For lost people, important ones, we may feel like crying , all hell breaks loose sometime but nothing comes out at other times. It is just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think everybody knows it now and then. I have known it pretty often, too often, but such vestiges stay with people and become lessons or become memories that pull you further every day and still everything looks beautiful albeit a little monochrome in tone.

Purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, and whatever passion is taking it further and making it precious and dear, is to love whoever is around to be loved and continuously pour that compassion to as many as one can. This makes it meaningful and god-speed-worth. The arts are also something of extreme importance, they are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow. Sing in the shower. Dance to all the music. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward that of having created something.

Whenever the question pops up “- Why me?

The story goes:

 That is a very Earthling question to ask, Mr. Pilgrim. Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because this moment simply is. Have you ever seen bugs trapped in amber?

- Yes.

- Well, here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why. There are only moments and this is it…

We are all victims of a series of accidents and while the accidents continue to define this beautiful journey called life do bear in mind that “To be is to do  was what Socrates said, To do is to be is what  Sartre hollered and Sinatra simply made it Do Be Do Be Do” ; All three are worthy of great attention.

Find people of significance, of value keep them around you because you can't just eat good food or wine or read good books or listen to good music, you've got to talk about it too. And you've got to talk about it to somebody who understands that kind of food, wine, books and music. And find free souls; they are rare, but you know it when you see it - basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.

So jump into the bandwagon, and of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, "It might have been” so do not get into that lark ever.

Lastly be however you want to be because laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning to do afterward.

Roller Coaster It Is

Is this not the essence of all that we do. The story of someone taking you out to a ride and you enjoying the merry-go-round kind of defines who you are. I had a friend who was clear about the fact that she loves only the roller coaster. It is an amazing ride the roller...up and down..and up and down Adrenalin ploughing through you. You do not know whether it is fear or is it sickness or is it just pure pleasure. Its quite up there with multiple orgasms, and extremely satisfying once you get down and sit on the bench and wonder about all the blood that flowed into your brain.
I know of people who had a merry go round of ride all their lives or at least they felt like they did that or merrily wanted that for themselves. It is quite easy never do anything out of the ordinary never even jump from 3 feet. No hiccups no hassles. But then whats the bloody fun. Isn't it awesome to just get right into the middle of the storm blow hot blow cold, get sweaty, get fearful, get that knee shivering away and still standing there asking the storm to go fuck itself. What is wrong in that? It is just one life and the way it comes about it brings in all the elements with it.
The other day someone was telling me there are no mistakes in that guys work. some guy!!! I dunno who, I don't care who. If that person has not committed many errors and have continuously been correct at all times and has had a hunky dory life well suits him. But I'm sure that person has never tried anything ever coz you cannot live such.
At work, in personal life and in all forms of living if one does not have the privilege of committing errors or mistakes, I don't think that person has ever done anything worthy of his/her while.

I hate using his/her in my language, I do not say it that way so why should I write it that way. But I tend to do it especially these days since women think they are not being partaken. All this happens inside the brain and there are extreme ways of countering such ill effects of political correctness.

Again, the other day I was reading about Ms. Indra Nooyi saying she does not like men calling her 'honey' or 'baby' etc.. I like the fact that she does not like being called by men in a such a manner and I respect her approach to this bullshit way. But the clarity should be that a partner can do that. I hope she accepts that as I don't think there is anything as beautiful and personal as a few sugar coated nothings. Partners are supposed to be such. Any Tom, Dick or Harry walking around and calling out those names would be of course absolutely out of order but....The problem with the feminism lot is there is a whole population of them trying to figure out what they are fighting for. when they hear such personalities say such things they would go back home and raise the bloody flag and that is where things go all down. I reckon that all personalities at all levels do have to be very clear about covering as many dimensions as possible for the intellectually lesser souls which in my opinion is massive population considering the human population having exploded so much in the last 50 years..

Amen and bless thou wild soul, Baby....

Its an arseh*le not a Vase

I was reading a line in one of the million updates that you end up reading all over the place. This one was good it said " an asshole is an asshole howsoever it may be lined, place some flowers in it and it never becomes vase and never will". The line is not the same but it captures the meaning. But liked it.

The essence is everywhere to be seen. especially the bunch of people who are nice. A lot of people across the board are nice but that does not mean they are worth it in any way. recently some one asked me how do you handle people who wither away time even when there is none of it really available and how do you get them to what they are supposed to do or handle them without loosing cool. Funnily the real answer is just one and that is do not try to be nice to this bunch. Coz howsoever you try to handle them they never will change. You try to be nice they shall go around town telling everyone ' Hey look at me, isn't it a nice vase' and then there would be that crowd, a very large crowd at that, who would say ' oh yeah it is nice, brilliant work of art, the bountiful nature of it brings out the charm of the flowers, good job' Very rarely does someone come out of the bushes and say hey, that looks like an asshole and it is awfully rubbish, what you are trying to do..

But it is important to be straight. Goodness, all around we see people, who smile at you, get cheerful with you around but in real they are gnawing inside trying to get the terror of having met you not to cross their visage. Get to the point, get the job done, or fuck off. That's real, that's satisfying, that does not leave a gap for further conversations, or gossip. It is over then and there,mebbe hurting but I promise it is not going to wind up bad coz someone knows the truth and that someone may work on it hard.
It's important to tell people where they stand. It is important to tell people what they are good at and what they are not. The whole idea of being nice to everyone has messed up a lot of things around. The need to be 'PC - Politically Correct'. I understand that blind man is not supposed to be called a blind fuck. But you cannot the deny the fact that he or she is blind and you need not try to be nice just because they are coz they know it and they know how to handle it too as they have done so until now. I have seen people who deserve praise not getting any of it because the other side is so messed up. Then there is the cynicism of praise which permeates itself because fake praise is all over the place because nicety is a way getting through the day without professional and personal hassles. Hell if the kid is dumb tell the kid, coz then the kid is gonna search for that thing which makes him or her special. Else the kid is dumb but he / she is standing at the very same place he/ she began with no scope of wonderment, seek or for that matter anything. Somewhere in the subconscious even the kid knows but it does not purport out as you stopped it by saying 'its okay, you are good, you will be fine and things will turn around' It fuckin never does...

So please call an asshole an asshole.. stop saying VASE...

You are helping the whole world, the smart and the good ones included and you are keeping a massive space for very less cynicism inside of real praise.