Monthly Archives: December 2010

The theory of everything (and vice versa )

A song the author came across  by a humorist band called Les Inconnus…. a song which can rightly be called the lord of all spoofs 😛 on so called philosophical shit!

The original is in French … an English translation of the video and the video (also with English subs) are given below  … enjoy!  🙂

The verse
The hemorrhage of your wishes
Makes off under the miserable blue azure
Of the time which takes place
Double of what they can do nothing

Be or not be
Such is the question
That is Sinusoidal
That is anchorite
And Hypochondriaque

But you say….
But you say….
That happiness is irreducible
And I say
And he says
That your hope is not so hopeless
On the condition of analyzing
That the absolute should not be
Annihilated
By delusions that are precariousness
Like Our love affairs
Getting Displaced
And vice versa

And it will be necessary that you will arrive
To roll your dialectical rancor
Even if I am bloody stupid…
… Agreed that it is very difficult

But since I … say to you
That it is better so much more
To eradicate
The tentacles of the dereliction!
And everything will become clear

But you say… But you say…
That happiness is irreducible
And I say
And he says
That your hope is not so hopeless
On the condition of analysis
That the absolute should not be
Annihilated
By delusive precariousness
Of Our love affairs
Or Displaced
And vice versa

Where go we?
Why from we?
I ignore to know it
But then again I do not ignore to know it
It is because happiness
The East in two fingers of your feet
And that simplicity domiciles in the curve
Blue, yellow, mauve and unsuspected
Our daydreams
Mallows and blue and yellow and crimson
And parabolics
And vice versa

{Refrain:}
But you say
But you say
That happiness is irreducible
And I say
And he says
That your hope is not so hopeless
On the condition of analyzing
That the absolute should not be
Annihilated
By delusive precariousness
Of Our love affairs
And that you should not give support
To Unreality
Under absent asperity
And disabused
Of thoughts of iconoclasts
And de-oxydized
By our excommunicated wishes
Of the fate
Displaced
And vice versa

The video (with English subtitles)

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The one on irony, clapping and ‘happy’ness

FOREWORD: A true story ….

It was a boring session on a boring Wednesday afternoon at school for the 9 yr old in 5th grade / 5th standard .

The kid looked up at the wall clock in the classroom. It was almost time for the growth period (or GP in short). It was his favourite period. He hardly played sports, being a tad weaker physically than the other kids (He would, in later years take to the gym ,but thats a different story 😉 ) . He found the academic sessions, the pottery classes, the drawing period, the music classes very much sleep-inducing. Since he found them all obligations thrown at him  exactly when he was not in the mood for them.

But the GP was the good one. He had basically nothing to do but just  random things which were quite different every week.

That time around, there was this weird guru coming in as a guest and the topic was ‘exercises of happiness‘. Since it was an external special guest, the headmistress would be there too along with the class teacher.

So it started. The guru started singing …

If you are happy and you know it clap your hands …

(everyone claps twice in rythm)

If you are happy and you know it clap your hands ….

(everyone claps twice in rythm again)

if you are happy and you know it and you really want to join, if you are happy and you know it clap your hands

(the claps get louder)

The kid was enjoying it! Just one difference from the rest. The random dual-clapping reminded him of what hijras in India  do as a trademark act.Mind you! He never had anything of a derogatory opinion about the hijras, but he just found that particular GP exercise ridiculously funny.

So everytime the other kids clapped, he just  laughed his a** off . Just because it was funny.

After the GP, he was called to the principal’s office . What followed was the principal thrashing his  a** off for laughing his a** off !

To this day I wonder! In that clapping moment, the 9 year old ( who you might have guessed was yours truly)  was actually happier  laughing than the other kids clapping …

Well ! A complete objective mismatch from the principal and headmistress’ side! Such was the irony that day 😦

😛

The last thought

Aha ! This post is technically (but not in spirit) a sequel to the last post.

Because this was the topic I actually wanted to write on when I pulled myself out of bed a few days ago. But I however ended up writing something which is different …. Anyway before I once again digress, I shall get to the point ….

What would be my most prominent last thought when I am about to die ?  By using the word prominent , I allude to emphasize on significant thoughts .That don’t come and go in a  flash, but last for a substantial amount of time ,say, for at least the last 10 seconds. Lingering , disturbing , apparently non frivolous thoughts !!

I figure that I would just think about all the things I could have done in life if I was not dying. For example,

  1. Learn how to play the guitar ( the foolproof girl-swooning-induction factor 😉 )
  2. Learn French (another girl-swooning-induction factor.  )
  3. Learn drums (macho ! very macho ! )
  4. Learn salsa, learn kuchipudi and fuse them both to create a new dance form (that will help people with digestion problems !)
  5. Read and completely understand Tolstoy’s ‘war and peace’
  6. Work towards world peace
  7. Serve  an enriching service oriented term in the UN
  8. Finish Freud’s ‘Interpretation of dreams
  9. Direct a slasher flick called ‘dreams and screams’
  10. Master the ‘art of war‘ ,Sun Tzu style
  11. Master Rajni ‘s acting style
  12. Learn martial arts and hand to hand combat from Vladmir Putin
  13. Call and apologize to all ex gfs  (if I have any, by then ! :p)
  14. Buy a mercedes or at least steal one
  15. Play Buzkashi in Afghanistan
  16. Fight for rights of street dogs

and things like that…..

And then again , I cease to think whether I would really be thinking all these …… ???

Nopes! On second thoughts I would just be thinking one of the below :

  1. Shit
  2. F***
  3. That batch mate of mine is still earning more :p
  4. Oh no
  5. There is still the last piece of chicken left in the fridge
  6. shit
  7. f**k

well ! Thats it ….

Block-ending

It is  true that for the first time in over a month, I strongly felt about something strongly enough  to strongly log about . Result : I sit here in the hall typing away in the name of no blue blazed heavens  (Oh ! Now  the heavens are blue blazed ? ) .  That too after having dragged myself out of my cozy bed …..

And … God! Now I  am writting poetry about me about to write something on the blog ….

x-x-x-x-x-x

What was I about

To forcefully blog about?

Was it  Jolie’s pout ?

Or the neighbour who’s so stout…

Was it the wild dream?

Or the girls in the pic, ‘Scream’ ….

Perhaps the ‘blink’ book

By Gladwell (does look like puke 😛 )

Maybe on world end

But … Na! Too cliche’ to tend

On ‘running’ perhaps…

Or newspaper’s social mishaps …

On the drum classes ?

The story of lehman’s  bosses ?

What did I plan to

Write ????

x-x-x-x-x

So what was I exactly about to write about  ? (in all my drowsiness and self-hating stupor at dragging myself out of bed just to blog) Well !  Ridiculous though as it might sound …. I just forgot !!  😦