What an Idea

So I was in Pune yesterday and I came across the most interesting sight that I have ever seen.
I was sitting in a rickshaw where my driver was savouring a kulfi. His cell phone rings and he answers it by putting on a pair of earmuffs in 35 degrees Celsius, attaching the phone and talking.
I call it ingenius.
Pity that I didn't have a cell phone on me.
Inventing ideas is brilliant. Executing them is genius. You just need the right platform and the right team leaders to get you going. I have that at my current workplace. Thank god for that.
Ideas are many. Democritus, the ancient Greek thinking thought of the concept of atoms and space before they were even discovered. He said, "By convention, there is sweetness. By convention, there is bitterness, but in reality, there only exists atoms and space."
A few centuries later, two men: one a chemist and the other a physicist sat in their university cafetaria to discuss how life can be found in one cell. James Watson and Francis Crick won the Nobel Prize for Chemistry a few years later.
The rickshaw driver's earmuff idea was brilliant, even though I laughed about it when I saw it for the first time. I hear and see ideas around me everyday. I have ideas everyday. They keep me going. I know that they may never win me a Nobel, but they're an idea nonetheless
I say get ideas, keep thinking and move on. It's better than assuming, getting mind fucked and staying back.

The Complexity of Simplicity

Growing up is an interesting procedure. Some of us are born old. Some of us learn as time goes by. Some of us never grow up. I'll say that I am somewhere between the second and the third.
A simple sentence was all I needed actually. A friend said, "If you want to see things change around you for the better, you change yourself." It's simple advice. Really, really fucking simple. Obama during his campaign said you need to be the change you want to see.
But you learn over a period of time that it is the simplest things that are the most complex to execute.
Changing yourself means a lot of introspection - something I've never done. It's easy to introspect what someone else is thinking, but it's a totally different thing when you look inside yourself and say, "Hey, I fucked up here and I need to change it." The procedure of accepting that you've fucked up is long, painful and tedious. It makes you go through two phases. The first phase is when you feel extremely sorry for yourself. I went through that and I hated it. I hated everyone. I hated everything. I was negative, cynical and not myself at all.
The second phase is channelising it into doing something. My bosses - God bless them - gave me a chance to do something for the cricket World Cup. I've been doing a daily column for Mumbai Mirror. While it's a spoof on the goings-on in the tournament, it's taught me the importance of spending a few minutes everyday and writing. So to make up for the lame jokes that I put in the newspaper, I blog about a game that I am very passionate about.
The best thing about working towards self-improvement is that you learn to know yourself better. I'm slowly learning that people who accept you for who you are, are your real friends. The rest are just people. It's funny when your list of close friends goes down from a really large number to a handful, but you know what? I'm glad that it's this way.
So for those guys, who have been there to hear out my rants: Thank you
For those who diverted my mind into doing something ridiculous: Thank you
For those who told me that I acted like a dick: Thank you
For those who told me that I shouldn't think of anything negative while eating food: Thank you.

Like I said, it's a road to normalcy. The road will never end, but it's the journey that counts.
 

Welcome aboard. I hope you like it here...

Hello, I hope that you're happy, people.
I've tried so keeping a random blog on so many occasions, but have always failed.
Thankfully, I already have two blogs that keep me going, so I thought: why not have one more.
While the first two are more subjective, this is more of a ramble or rant of random thoughts that go through my head.
My head, as you can see from the image on the side of the page is fairly big. Therefore, I'm under the assumption that while my brain my not be fully functional, there is a teensy-weensy chance that the number of thoughts that go through it is directly proportional to the size. Therefore - and I tend to use this word a lot due to a science background, which I have no use for - there are a lot of thoughts in my head.
My thoughts, like all homo sapiens, range from a variety of topics. However, having said that, I tend to obsess over some than the others. Which if I look at, is probably a good thing. It helps me talk more crap and get away with it using substantial proof.
So right now, it's midnight in Mumbai. I've just finished writing about a cricket match and I'm convincing myself to keep this blog as a regular aspect of my life.
Hopefully, I'll get to be politically incorect, call everyone a bunch of cunts (except people I'm genuinely fond of. You guys know who you are), nasty, rude and all in all someone whose blog is visited regularly.
Until then, adios!