sheer bigotry

I've always wanted to be different. Something that distinguishes me from the rest of the crowd. Call it being adament if you want. In addition, i've wanted to do what i thought was correct. Absolutely irrespective of what others thought of me. The consequences, at times have been disastrous.

I don't know whther these two nuances can still be attributed to me. Or, it's possible that i've shed them. At the same time, these are ingrained in me, i guess. Be it my scorn for gold and it's products, or that i maintain a short length of hair perhaps, because many tend long tresses. I'm neither bothered nor worried.

As result i expect things to proceed in that way which i suppose. Especially of those which i passionately care about. On the personal level, i refuse to deny or even try to justify my actions, though it lacks substance. Academically, that immediate decision that i made while enrolling for B.Sc. was good. And the conscious effort to go to Mysuru for post-graduate studies is very well appreciated.

I want those days, which lie ahead of me, to satisfy me. I want it simply because i desire it. M gave me a piece of her mind, as i couldn't see the overall picture. I see only that portion that i wish to. This is certainly not pragmatic, or even logical to say the least.

Bigotry, i know. But, i covet it. Hard work, yes, how much of it? I really don't know. The outcome, yes, again because i believe in it. What if it does not happen, my life is doomed, for sure.

chethan bhagat-insubstantial reading

I've read Chethan Bhagat. Not the latest one, but two of his earlier works. I picked it up, i guess, beacuse people were talking about him. That his writing was good, it had youthful charisma integrated.

In the recent past, his third book was released. And i had people asking me, whether i had read it. I never felt the need to read his writing. Really.

His narration didn't capture my interest. The eloquence was absent. And the stories were too trite. To recall such experiences is fine. It's fun to do that, add some extravagance to it and narrate it out to a group of friends. But, to make a novel out of something like that, and to sell thousnads of the same, is pretty far-fecthed according to me.

Call me old-fashioned if you want. His stories lack that zing which add to the beauty of the novel. Nevertheless, he is a huge hit.

being different: definately yes!

It is important to be a little different from the rest of the crowd. Not too outlandish. Perhaps, too such an extent that one recognizes herself/himself to possess different tastes. I don't know how it would matter to a second person. But, being varied helps. Perhaps, one's identity is created at the same time. Without her/his knowledge.

Somehow, most of us are inculcated with this strange habit. It's left to us to appreciate or not. Depending on whether it pleases us, and to what extent. Surprisingly, one section of is not the same as another community.

Imagine, if we were the same, without a variation, how jaded our lives would have been. It would have let us be provincial too, restricting us from being open-minded. Everybody dressed in the same shade of blue for an occasion. The same tune for every song. Listening to it would drive us mad. It definately does not sound pragmatic.

Thanks to providence for the superfluous variety that abounds by us.

displays...

The best advatnage of having a colour display system (be it a television set, or a moniter). is having to view colours in their natural form. And the variety of sahdes that are displayed are enormous.

I had a picture of a beautiful bird as my wallpaper. I simply loved it. Off late i've had the ith to change it again. gain, to something very bright and colourful. Moreso, as they are innumerable number of them avaialble at a click.

I've been on a down-loading spree since then. With all pretty things open to us, it's quite hard to resist. What's on your moniter? Enjoy!!

to live is expensive

Why has medicine become so expensive?


I was/am appalled at the amount of cash that the doctor pocketed every day. More than Rs. 5,000 per day. I can easily pass 2 months with that kind of money. What does she do with so much cash in her pocket? Build a luxurious house, travel in a splendid car, travel around the world, live life like a queen.


Unfortunately, or fortunately, i frankly don't want to spend my life that way. Even if i had all the money in the world. Yes, i do seek luxury sometimes, demanding branded stuff. At the same time, i know when to stop yearning for all those 'best' things in life.

So what if i'm am diagnosed with a medical condition? It doesn't mean that i have to submit valuable currency across the table. For the doctor to become rich day by day, and me pitiable. It's plain simple, i can't afford that money. Why should i? If the cost is reasonable enough, well and good. But, when the price reaches the sky, it's incredulous. If the rich can pay. let them. It does not mean that everybody else does the same. Somebody from the middle-class cannot shell out so much.

Can we please have some government policy which limits doctors from overcharging their patients in terms of consultation fee?


And we talk about providing free medical treatment to the poor in our country, for tuberculosis AIDS, Hepatitis. I, now appreciate the government(despite their fallacies). With every small thing coming in at a very high cost, it's quite extolling when we hear about schemes like this.

living in style

Father says that one needs to be chic. He's been saying this since recent years. And i've observed it from the past few weeks.

He substantiated it quite reasonably. Be it of any age, an individual needs style. It incorporates enthusiasm and vigor in one. Be it with regard to food, clothes, shoes, spectacles, watches.....
I refuted his statement, initially. Later, it appeared fine. Anyways, we do/wear these things. And we can as well choose the better ones.

At the same time, one looses interest in this exercise. Especially, when one begins staying alone. I follow it. I force myself to pick another pair of pants, when my hand automatically goes the same old pair of jeans. Perhaps, at that point of time, one lacks the zeal. And it cannot be thought that one's lost touch with living in style.