Gender neutrality

Today, I decided to put myself in the spacious shoes of my opposite gender and wonder about the world for awhile. I see my colleagues chatting around me gossiping about new gadgets and deals. They talk and complain about the commute, work and politics. They look and behave like normal humans. It is easy to mask yourself intellectually as any gender anywhere. If so, why do we (females) still feel like we are being treated to chivalry and sometimes misogyny at worst? Is it something ingrained in the female genes to feel inferior or is it a cultural byproduct? Physically (I know since I’m a runner), that it is quite impossible to bridge the gap between genders unless you’re a pro in the sport. But it still pains me to see the abominable quality of some men who call themselves sportsmen and underestimate competition from women. I’m waiting for the day when there is not gender equality but gender neutrality!

Genetics or hard work

Is it fair to claim genealogy when you’re the best at something? I was watching an interview of the great stand up comedian George Carlin. He attributed his genius to genetics and added that even hard work is genetically inclined. This made me wonder about all the brilliant scientists and musicians in the world. I believe in the theory of natural selection but isn’t it uplifting when you read these rags to riches stories. My genetic endowment would probably be dwarfism and believing in superstition. Now how do I create an art out of these gratuitous gifts from my heredity? Well, I’m trying my best at being the opposite – an athletic cynic.

Running from everything

Why do we defend ? We fear harm and we feel pain which is flagged as an error signature by our brain. Evolution has bestowed upon each one us earthlings  – the art of fight or flight as a defense mechanism. Being non-confrontational with all forms of life is the path I unconsciously chose. Simply put, I’m constituted of social awkwardness, so I adopted the latter. People ask me why I run. It started out as an alternative to watching sitcoms on my PC since I have seen all of them. I was into track events as a kid and was quite good at it. However my breathing was hampered due to chronic wheezing – an evil joke played by my lungs. The most happiest memories of my school life are on the road outside my house playing badminton with my brother, my best friend and neighbor during school days, my room mates in college. Then abruptly one day, existential crisis hit me.  I started working and there was nothing else to do. I found a few friends but was too afraid to ask them if they played any sports. I realize now that the best gift in the world for me is finding friends who have a few quirks in common with me like playing badminton or TT or any random game. So I started running. It was a loner sport and I loved it! It gave me freedom and power. I was conquering my brain and its boredom. I was welcomed by a faint twinge of wheezing again. But I conquered my lungs too. My life had met a purpose. Then I met a group of crazy runners who ran fast and ran for a cause. I trained with them learning a lot of different things. I can say I’m a better person now because of all the people I have ever run with or played with. I’m still an introvert running away from things. Well, isn’t the universe doing it too – expanding?.

Songs and situations

You have the “this song reminds me of this” syndrome if you listen to your discovery of the day in a loop until ears start pleading. I can get obsessed with a song and play it over and over while working or travelling or some other verb. The other day, I was listening to some 90’s rahman throwbacks – it reminded me of the time when the radio used to on between 6 and 8 am at home blaring and we kids were getting ready for school. I could even recreate some of the noise my mom made in the kitchen while she prepared lunch, my dad yelling every 5 minutes that 10 minutes is up, grandma combing my hair, my brother running helter-skelter and ironing wet socks. Some older hits remind me of laying spread-eagle in the hall of my house at 11 pm trying to solve ridiculous math problems – radio mirchi used to start their 80’s hits show around 10 pm. The other day, I was scrolling through my brain for college memories by paging through songs history. I must say backstreet boys, JT, Usher were kind of like JB,One direction and Adele of today. I was just making a comparison of popularity – no comments about skills! “Just so you know” – by Jesse McCartney makes a special entry here since I must have listened to it like a ritual every day for a week  during my bus ride in Bangalore. “Firefly ” – by Owl city, Eminem’s “Lose yourself” and Linkin Park’s “numb” gives me glimpses of  some of the serious phases of my undergrad life – preparing for projects, exams and interviews. How I wish I could go back in time to the firefly times! I seem to have a black hole in my brain after that phase. Maybe it needs time to pickle the memories! It is an amazing feat – since people may come and go, money may come and go – only thing that stays will be these memories and songs of course! I have got to go make my discovery of the day now – bye!

Lived cynically ever after

After about two and half decades of living as the top most consumer in the food chain, you develop certain nefarious qualities can it survival instincts. Being cynical, specious, narcissistic  are a few that come to mind. Some article says being an introvert is not being shy or rude, but being smart and letting the others test the waters first. So apparently even social encumbrances amount to skills. After many attempts at good-natured trustfulness, it seems futile to live up to any standards. The reward has been the ascent of a learning pole of pragmatism.


Human beings are social animals and to be a social butterfly these days is unleashing your basic politeness and a bend over backwards attitude.  It is truly a phenomenon. If you don’t keep up with the norm, you are most likely an outcast. For eons we have been taught, preached and commanded to follow rules. Being normal is the fashion – ironic isn’t it? As a young kid, you follow rules to avoid punishment from teachers and parents and as a young adult you avoid punishment from the Big Brother (“the law”) and at the ripe old age you fear punishment from Him. Fear of being discarded as an outcast is ingrained in us. Anything new needs to be vetted by the common majority. Maybe Copernicus  can rant about this topic better.  Maybe it is the herd mentality that runs deep in our veins. But we are rational beings capable of questioning our existence. Humans are so proud of teaching their offsprings and call it their heritage. Scientists now claim that dolphins can do that as well. We don’t see dolphins waging wars or are they? Have they achieved the idyllic evolution state? Is it just a bunch of scientific breakthroughs  or pervasive technology that serves human decadence or economic equality?  Is it going to be collective or an individual achievement?

Dogs – them know love

Unconditional love. Yes, that’s what they have to offer. No another human on this earth can love without reciprocation. Humans are biologically selfish or survivors if you will. A pet does have some expectation. Some food, water and a roof over its head can buy all the love you want. Yes, you can’t read their minds and of course they don’t speak English. But we had the Huog! When I first met him – he was a ferocious one, a German Shepherd known for his kind’s astute intelligence and sensitivity. His ears always perked up always keen to learn and always active. He was also funny/stupid sometimes – trying to swat mosquitoes without any luck and falling for the doorbell prank all the time. His stance scared away the meek but the brave ones could pet him like a bunny rabbit! He’s irreplaceable. Well, maybe someday when I find someone exactly like him. Doesn’t everyone have that special filter?