Thursday, June 22, 2006

How to write a blogpost?

To write a post on a blog, one should make elaborate arrangements, decide on a topic, do some thadaal ground work. collect pictures and then start writing and make sure ur english is correct. even if unnecessary also, put some arbit pic just for putting it. correct typograpical erors and grammatical mishtakes. make sure that u get ur facts correct. to the extent possible pack any slangs. and ya, make sure you make it interesting and hilarious and humourous and funny and readable. dont use private abreviations. above all, make sure u put enuf buplicity to the post so that all else come and read the blog. and ya, dont forget to thank junta who all put fundaes


bottomline is that write it in one go, so that u dont forget ideas and things u wanna put on the post. if u stop a post in the middle, believe me it is never again going to take the original shape u intended to give. for want of inspiration, i presently have one draft and atleast three other inspirations...

PS: if you believe and follow the part of the post above the pic, then may thee save you.

I have place on record my Sincere Acknowledgements to Naresh for providing inspirations to this post.

PPS: While i m told to clarify by the guy getting acknowledged that the blog link has nothing to do with this post of mine and just that the guy and i were on a discussion on this topic. u call this plaguarism? will u dare to do that????

Monday, June 12, 2006

Maturity? huh...

Does one really get maturity with advancing age???

When one is a kid, i mean a real toddler, one is rather more open to stuff. the thoughts are less stream-lined. There is more courage to try new things, only restriction being the watchful eye of your parent who keeps you away from all that he and/or she thinks is harmful. And that is were you are being brought into a line of streamed thoughts. Arguably, this is precisely where children think of parents being role models. I for one definetely dreamed to be an accounts manager like my dad or a government official like my mom while i was still a small kid.

In school you are more restricted to do things. Here there are more people in the form of teachers who add to the parents. And with every passing year, the number of people who influence your thoughts and actions increase with the new men and women you meet by way of teachers, relatives, friends et al, of course, to different degrees depending on the amount of interactions you have with each of them.

Over periods of time, this number reaches countless propotions and you start forgetting people and then over time you only remember a few of the whole spectrum of people who have influenced your thoughts. By the time you get to college and eventually to work, you actually have the thoughts streamlined but mostly dont remember many of the men and women who influenced you.

Coming back to the question on top of this post. What exactly is maturity we are talking about here??? Is it the very fact that your thoughts are set in a particular fashion because of all the influence you have had in your life time? Is it true to then say that this particular definition by itself is in some sense a biased one, that was laid down by the older generations which have also come through similar influences? Extending this is arguement one might end up applying similar arguements to anything and everything. Lets come back to this presently.

Accepting this definition as such, means that you have matured thoughts as you age. However this cannot accepted a continous process which keeps going this way till end of life. There does exist a particular critical point when the thoughts are so ordered and streamlined that you stop listening to the entities around you for there is nothing actually left in you for them to get some order. (in a physical chemists' language, a highly ordered state with least entropy) At this stage, you think you should be the boss around and then you start bossing around and then shouting at people who even politely refuse your words. In technical terms, you go senile. You start getting geriatric problems. Which is suppose to come to u when you grow old, however how old is actually getting old is again a question to which the real answer is unique to every single person. Incidentally, what happens to the amount of openness that was infested in you? Is this the same person who was open to accept anything now after becoming mature fails to listen to anybody?

Coming back to definitions, if one washes of old definitions of any term calling them subjective and biased and all that, then what can actually be the real definition? Can one define something really unbiased? Would a concious effort in that direction lead to a sub concious feeling that you assume the present definitions might be wrong?

So, do people really go mature over time? or is it that they grow mature and then stop getting matured at a particular age, which is of course subjective. What exactly is maturity? Why should one talk about it in the first place? why am i writing a blog about this in the middle of the night?

beats me...

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

A Tennis Match

After what could be a few years, I happened to watch a full tennis match yesterday. And it was probably the first time i was watching a grand slam quarter final. Good Old Doordarshan usually would only broadcast Semis and Finals.

I would never regret for watching Venus Williams going down against Nicole Vaidisova. What a match it was? After loosing a rather tough set 6-7, Ms. Vaidisova fought back to win the next two sets in style and hence the match 6-7, 6-1, 6-3. The Game was very good to watch. I was so particular to watch the match, in just a few minutes from it started, that i managed to hide the remote of the Hostel common room TV and claimed that i did not know its whereabouts to anybody who came and enquired about it for changing the channel. Ms Williams was in real bad shape during the game. Not that she was better in the past, both the Williams sisters were quite lucky and thats all. She did quite a few mistakes which Ms Vaidisova took to her advantage.



I am now very tempted to see if Ms Vaidisova reaches her debutant Grand Slam finals. If she does, i m going to stick myself to a possible TV and watch the game.

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