It’s easier than you think, Boo-boo. It really is. Everything, living and non-living, beyond your physical self is equipment. This is not a rash deduction Boo-boo, it’s only the truth. Regardless, treat everything like an extension of your body. Imagine physicality. Imagine being your equipment. Pay them their due, observe, learn and feel them; and they will do the same. Treat your equipment with reasonable care and they will serve you for a long time. See yourself in the things that surround you. Life is no sport but you have got to treat it like one. No matter what. And here is a little secret: the only opponent is your own self. Accept this fact. Like in any sport, in life, see yourself in the ones you are competing against. Learn from their falls, their successes and their mistakes. They are only helping you break barriers you’ve set for yourself. Continue reading
SP-3A – ETHICS, IDEOLOGY AND VIRTUE
a) I was working on the third draft of my suicide note when he appeared on the telly. It was a speech. There had been many. But this one was different. The incumbent had been re-elected, i.e. it had been democratically decided that he was the better of the two. The speech was addressed to his supporters. Like my note, it was sincere. Continue reading
For every Pablo Picasso there are thousands of nearly-made-its and millions of not-quite-good-enough-to-do-it-full-time types. We are fortunate to belong in an aristocracy. For if we weren’t, then we wouldn’t be allowed the luxury of this discussion. And this very aristocracy allows us certain liberties and freedoms.
“I came to tell you that I love you. And I have felt this way for a long time. But, but I was afraid of risking what we have. Will you go out with me, please?”, Gregory Milne aka G-Millz blurted out with enough anxiety to cause a tsunami. Since he had trouble maintaining eye contact during conversation, he’d focused on her eyebrows*. Practice is not always the basis for confidence, G-Millz in that moment was the living proof. And since he was not confident, he seemed insincere. Continue reading
I had a meeting at 2 pm. It wasn’t about anything. Assemble people in a conference room, provide free food and they will find something to talk about. The meeting was dour to say the least- learned men and women gauging and criticizing their contemporaries. The stupidity of the educated cannot be underestimated. In the middle of it, I got bored. I fantasized about naked women- naked; some were in that room, some were not. I even imagined naked celebrities. Grace Kelly in a beach, Rooney Mara in a bathtub and Chanel Iman in the wilderness. I can’t help my imagination. After almost two hours, it was concluded that we needed to meet more often. Before leaving, I made myself one last cheese and cracker sandwich and chugged my drink. Continue reading
I’d been pretty discreet about the transaction, but not the incident. Everyone saw me eat it. You can ask them. I’d also been drinking. I made me feel bruised but cocky. Continue reading
It is harder to write these days than it was a couple of years ago. If the body worked as hard as the mind, then I’d have the physique of Bruce Lee on steroids. Yet, I have little to say these days. The conduit between thought and expression is missing. And every time I sit to write, I wander off wondering what caused this loss. Continue reading