A human being is a tension enhancer... right from his birth he is the root cause for this totally unneceaary instinct of mankind. At birth parents ko tension,toddlers give tension to neighbors,As teenagers to the parents of cute girls. In twenties, as the reniassance activist to the whole public,Thirties give it to your wife,Forties and hence to your children,An finally to the worms when you die. So tension dene ka... chalte rehne ka.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Sucker's Payoff

Obsession with cheap DARES is a very dangerous thing. You wont realize it as long as you get to have tea for free every day.


Ok. blah blahs aside february 14 was a very happening day, atleast towards the second half.
Workplace was morose as usual...and i never made it any of the lists of the so famed valentine gift recipients, i ws desperately trying to re imbibe the romance in one of those dilapidated roses by forcing its petals open and make it look fresh again..there what works out with humans won't often work out with flowers.

Boredom lingered in the air until i saw myself getting involved in a much hyped DARE to gift the dead (read red) rose to the woman walking in next through the alley door, the vertebrate in me faced the challenge and got himself polished for the fatal exercise.

As i wait for strangers in walks a lady, speedy steps , tottering towards the rest room, probably under pressure, probability of getting rejected is very high...situation also invited fatal physical contatcs... stayed out of the way.

Then walks in princess of the day, visibly a very senior person in the industry, had the aura of audacity and command around her. Definitely not to the rest room, but still one has to play it safe, she halted midway for a chat, snatched the moment, made the dash, committed the fastest valentines wish ever executed.

aplause applause... i get a standing ovation from the team, no one really looks at the perplexed lady who is cornered now.

But the reader should know thatthis is a clear case of 3x1 matrix.

1. I give the rose , she accepts (both happy)... that means it gives me a reason to be happy for the rest of the day (I win the bet amount of Rs100) and she is happily smelling away on her fragrant gift(allergy to pollen obliterated).... so each gets 2 happy hours each (2,2)

2. I give the rose , she rejects it...(me sad, she neutral)... i will be sad for the rest of day, beaten down by my own audacity and the urge to kill myself for every single one of those sympathetic looks from colleaguues. So its like 2 sad hours for me , no gain/loss for her.(-2,0)

She accepts the rose, but i dont give it .. i throw it away and walks off with the dirtiest laughter ever recorded)
(me happy , she sad).
Usually one do not count happy hours due to sadistic satiations, but here it is unavoidable.
So it gives me 5 hours of sadistic dirty laughter with other equally sadistic souls(this includes the instances when the event finds mention in small talk during tea breaks etc when all souls laugh again and again), and she is sad for another two hours for giving in...(5,-2)

So if u take case 1 the average happiness for each would be 2 hours each, ok leave aside her happiness... if i get 2 hours of happiness  we have an average of 1 hour happiness.

But what if we go for 2 or 3... even combined they will yield a maximum of 0.5 hours of average happiness.

Why am i saying this???
After the prank my princess asked me What would it have been like if she had rejected my rose.
Quite evident.. princess  as u can see , its a clear instance of case 2 and the average happiness is -1.

So i guess I saved the day by proving that understanding and co operation leverages long term happiness (case 1)  although short term pleasure (case 3 ) seems to be attractive and outright rejection(case 2) is bad for all parties involved.


Its day off for other super heroes....mohabbat man saves the day.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

I stumbled on......

Vandemataram!!!!! Vandemataram!!!!! My moms radio bellowed , ofcourse accompanied by the groovy beats by A.R Rahman, Bankimji would be turning in his grave.but who cares these days. Much of the desi flavours are getting hybridised.

I have just finished the days quota of reading through my latest crush, the collection of essays from tharoor sir, the elephant, tiger and the cellphone.
Rich this time, for someone who was lured by the charm of midnight to millenium and delved into oblivion by bookless in baghdad.... this is ambrosia.
Repetition of facts obliterated this is one of the best reads on India in recent times, ofcourse tharoor sirs frequent readers might find stories getting repeated, like the 
drama in school days in bombay and chintu kapoor (later to become bollywood heartthrob rishi kapoor).
Unlike his previous collections this one is clearly segregated and some sort of editing is done,one finds occassional comments at places and unlike the bookless book , i didnt quite feel that he was doing a promo for his upcoming releases.
Tharoor sir exhibits his home state chauvinism yet again , in one of cutest depictions of kerala, twenty pages dedicated exclusively to god's own country, where one is guaranteed not to miss anything about kerala prevelant in small talks, even the joke of a chayakkada(tea shop) in moon finds a place.

Well, i intend to dedicate another section on dissecting the book, but today i would like to introduce the reader to someone i stumbled upon ..... her name is lajja gauri.

I was reading through Devdutt Patnaik's Mithya or the myth when she finds a mention.

The oldest goddess in mythology, lajja gauri is a woman exposing her genitalia. Depicted in Khajuraho,The posture held a striking resemblance to the erotoc poses profferred in most of the porn sites.

But according to Mr.Patnaik the posture has a lot to do with being divine rather than being erotic.
According to the writer the male is associated with conscience, control whereas the female form is associated with the dynamic external factors, the wild, the turbulent..... in short nature.
The statue thus depicts a yielding nature, mother nature in its apex potentials, constructed by artisans in a patriarchal society, the head is replaced by a lotus which depicts obedience to the male counterpart, she doesn't look straight into the eye.

Revelation indeed, but it leaves one speculating
Many of us say women lack conscience..... now mythology too???


Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Behind The Name

Before I bombard this place with my loosely strewn, un edited,
out of mind vagaries of thought process I feel obliged to the reader
to explain something about the name of the page.

"The womb" is a result of an intricate and highly convulsive sporadic metaphysical insights to the abstract world by a truly cataclysmic mind.
I was reading an article about the womb when i registered in eblogger.

But still i think the name means much more.
The womb can be anything that nourishes and protects you, a cubicle that
feeds you,helps you grow, imparts you with the virtues.
A womb maybe .. a womb for the infant, the sketch room for the 5 year old,
the playground for the ten year old,the library for the teenager,his garage 
for an enterpreuner, the steps to the grave for the octagenarian.
This place is where I wish to do everything.... wheedle like a child,
scream like a rioter, talk like a diplomat and complain like a sissy.
This is my womb.