by the way..this is the nanowrimo month...so is anybody doing it :)

mirror mirror on the wall

with blogging self obssesseion has a new address, a web address, ...(thought cloud)..there must be something wonderful about what I think, otherwise I should have stopped at talking to myself(big dark italicized thought cloud)

an ego trip being essential..I would go on to talk some more...about self obssession..
Have you ever wondered whether you remain interested in people as long as they are interested in you...

self obssession is the progenitor and propagator, as is already known its also the destroyer...I shall not go into the horror of a Dorian Gray..

We fall in love with someone who loves us for what we are, so in a way affirms that we are so good that we are not wrong in being slef obssessed.

the only thing that does not fit in is why are women where they are, they should have had a superior place, not a so called special place, somehow the historical defeat of the female sex doesnt fit in, it doesnt fit anywhere in the equation of how civilizations have almost uniformly worked out, in that equation where if you remember civilizations almost unmistakeably grew along rivers, went through their stone ages, copper ages ,..,
This self obssession was why tribes increased, they wanted more of themselves, more warriors, more kings, more slaves, this is the reason why tribes can't co-exist, because that would be giving space and acknoweldeging someone who is not like them, that is the reason men fought wars - self obssession.
Narcissus was stranded at the waters, you and I needed the mirror at times, what happened to women, the only mean for man to express his self obssession, to propagate and to look at his reflection........what was so exceptional about property (which is what mostly the historical defeat of the female sex is attributed to)...what was so exceptional about greed, why did it manifest..more than our inherent desire to see more of ourselves..

P.S.: self obssession is the glow on my face when I remeber correctly that triskaidekaphobia has something to do with the fear of the number 13 and that I came accross it in an episode of FRIENDS, when my otherwise bad memory clicked :)

odd rambles

Should I start by saying that I spent half the day trying to retrieve the password to this account....(note : this was yesterday…..and hopefully that was the last time I abandoned the blog midway)...
As kids we wrote about "Visit to the zoo" and "scene at the railway station"...atleast I have never been asked to write about just bout anything...you know, 'anything'...or were we too young to think about 'anything'...or was it we were too young to know 'anything' about 'anything'....

let me give them some credit...ok...probably they wanted to get us started..but I guess if at school all I wrote about was what I was asked about..answered questions, I didnt learn much.
but everything said and done, not done...some of my friends write really well....and these 'you know whos' should abandon any ambitions they have of becoming lawyers..they should just write.

moving on.. let me indulge myself, indulge in some self obssessed talk...but before that I might as well remind myself here that I have to dedicate one blog to posts that were started and nvr posted in the past one year.. I have been asked to blog about recent events...about how I was woken up by an eunuch's voice in the compartment when she started abusing a man who (dared to) snap back at here when she demanded money….and how my bleary eyes at 5.30 in the morning saw her flashing two guys one after another (as in upper berth, then lower berth..yu see)...or probably it was a bad dream.. or should i blog about work and such other things you know..dunno about others...or what they may have to say......is this the best kind of work I could have done, is it not…challenging and the ilk..but that is a subjective issue as they call it....i cannot ignore the disappointment that is so plainly writ on people's faces when I tell them that I am doing fine...so many of them are rustling through employments news for me...the usual think that either am not competitive..or that I am biding time..about the previous I cannot be objective..of the latter I am sure - I am not, I dont even know whether I value that trait in the first place...but yes I am not biding time...I am not waiting for my time to come...I dont care about competitiveness..about the feathers in my cap..I just want to do everything that I have wanted to do,..ok that is vague..but you get the drift I guess,..... ...I know I want more..that has kept me in the fray...I cant want it the way they want it...more of what I cant bother to explain....chastize me….but I am beyond wanting to change your way...
……blabber, burble, blabber,..a lil more of this blabber..
..I just wish I could do something about them not seeing disappointment on my face…neways I could round up a few things over the last few months...one of them not being why I have not been writing, ...
the jamun tree jokes came..and went...
it isnt a struggle out here..but kind of weird...my life has been kind of rewired between few of the same things, few of the same people...deja vu you say....the same Citycentre, manisquare, beleghata..college..for the better or worse..I dont know..I am too young to be worrying...........
..or should I go on and talk about the scheming PG Aunty (her ploys are straight out of K Soaps)...my PG mates..a bunch of striplings barely out of their teens..their bfs, breakups, patchups, teddies, black nail paint, bangles, frills..life is somewhere between all of this...
O or should I tell yu we have our own version of the ugly naked guy.. o ya, there is this pyscho who bathes with his windows wide open…and this window opens into our yard....
.....ramble, ramble, ramble rumble rumble....ramble...
P.S., NO, I am not being pseudo philosophical….if I had had the powers of Dumbledore..this would just have been a piece of my thought put away in a pensive.