Burn all the litmus paper, or eat it.

I remember doing little experiments in lab with litmus papers. If it turned red, we could conclude the sample was an acid and if it turned blue, we could conclude it was a base. So far so good.

But why does the litmus paper change its colour? Why does the difference between acids and bases exists in the first place? What makes the chemicals react in the same way all the time given certain defined factors? How is it that we find ourselves surrounded by these all pervasive extremely accurate and precise laws of universe which has a complete and inevitable command over our physical existence to the very last decimal point in any given space and time? What really is time and space anyway with context to my mind? Who am I and what is it that I find myself living?

I guess modern science has enslaved us with their intimidating theories making us too lazy and therefore incapable to interpret life for ourselves pretending to do the thinking for the rest of us. Any solution they give would raise follow-up questions which would in turn lead to the base of stuff which can unfortunately only be explained by the unexplainable.

We need to look inside to find the little kid who asks a lot of questions with their inaccurate but innocent accent. See things as if you are looking at it for the same time. Be amazed by everything that may or may not exist. Act like a kid. Either burn or eat all the litmus paper. Modern science can pretend they have all the answers.

But what about our follow up question?

Where do all my pens go?

Whatever happens to all my pens.

I am buying pen for the last 20 years but I still don't have a pen.

I take a pen every week from office stationary. I don't know what it feels like when one runs out of ink while writing a pen. I have never experienced it.

I have lost so many pens itz not funny. Where do all of them go? They must be somewhere.

If you think about it, my question in itself is faulty. If I knew where they go, I wouldn't have really lost it.

I guess these are things I will never know, by definition. Just like we would never know if the refrigerator's light really closes when we close its door.

Catch myself sleep

I have made many unsuccessful attempts to catch myself sleep. I guess my unconscious will never get to meet my conscious mind!!!

I lie on the bed all aware of thoughts. I try to closely follow the chain of what I am thinking so that I can track my last thought before I get unconscious due to the sleep. It mysteriously never works.

I sometimes have another problem. I become aware of my thoughts and before I realise it, the awareness becomes my thoughts. The more I try to fight it, it gets more complicated. Well, I am fighting it out in my thoughts. I think about what I shouldn't be thinking and as the chain of thoughts progresses I loose track of the exercise.

How am I suppose to tell my mind not to think anything, without thinking?

To incorrectly quote Shakespeare (he said this in Latin)- "It is dream stuff we are made of."

Trust me, this one thought can change your life upside down in a fraction of seconds. Just like only when someone is woken up from his sleep and realises all he/she was dreaming is unreal (while asleep the dream seems real), life just could be a sleep where our every comprehension is a dream and therefore unreal.

Someone just might wake me up in some other world and I would stop dreaming, and everything as I shift my consciousness out cease to exist.

I am never confident about buying fruits

Some people over indulge themselves in buying fruits.

When I visit the fruit monger there would be people who act like fruit experts. They will press the fruit a little. Toss it like they are trying to feel the weight of the fruit. They will turn it around checking the colour all around it. They will select each fruit with so much care.

Although I have all due respect to those guys, I avoid eye contacts. I can feel their judging eyes when I stand there not touching the fruits I am buying.

Buying fruits make me feel dumb. So I pretend to understand fruits. I copy them. I act very choosy. I randomly pick up the fruits pretending a lot of thought has gone behind my selection.

In Gita (Chapter 18- Moksha Sanyas yog) its written-

"O Arjuna, when one ..............renounces all material association and all attachment to the fruit, his renunciation is said to be in the mode of goodness"

Well, atleast I only pretent to be attached to them.

Discussion in English on the importance of Hindi

A group of young friends meet after a long time. They sat all night discussing patriotism and itz implications on language with context to its objective in relation to India. We had clearly run out of conversations.

All argued the importance of hindi in English. Everyone said Hindi should be given more importance than state languages as it could unite India. Also, it made patriotic sense.

I have logically thought myself out of patriotism. To me someone saying Hindi should be learned by all Indians is as bad a logic as someone saying Marathi should be learned by all Marathis.

Everyone contributed. Lohit called me a hypocrite as I carried a passport. In my defence, getting a passport was not an emotional decision. Harsha backed her incorrect logic with unheard, generalised , possibly incorrect, qualitative data quoting no source of the information. She said things like learning Hindi can help people earn their living. Well if you learn Marathi, you can drive taxis in Mumbai (Hehehehehe). There were points when Deon's eyes rolled up as if he is trying to make up his mind. Every time he did that he gave me some hope that I would have some support only to shatter it almost immediately. I am sure Shradha made some good points which I cannot recall (I am not sure if this is relevant to the topic, but one of Shradha's aunt try to speak Gujrati to me. I dint know how to react. I dint). Richa used an approach of falsifying the opponent's point by proving it redundant thereby confirming her point due of lack of choice. She asked-

"If not Indian then what is one's identity?"

"Before you ask this question, you have to ask yourself who is it that is asking the question."

There was no follow up question. Agnes had had it.

"If you dont shut up, I will lock you up in the room with Sherwin and Mili."

They were in the room confirming their newly discovered identities more than anyone to themselves. If objective of language is communication, they were communicating the highest form of human emotion- love, but not in Hindi.

Also, Agnes should have considered before making such statements how awkward it would have made the three of us feel.

Christian marriage and a contextual priest

When I met Sherwin for the first time, I thought he was already married.

Recently he did get married to the love of her life. Now we can truly say- Sherwin ko koi Mili.....hehehe (By my immediate previous joke, my blog reaches a new low.)

I will never forget the father who presided over his wedding. He tried too hard to be contextual. He had this exceptional ability to take unrelated things with his flawed logic and relate it to the present occasion.

He opined since Sherwin was orginally from Middle East, he would bring international standards in SBI. He also said since Sherwin had specialised in Engineering, knowing computers helps a man think logical and therefore Sherwin would be a good husband.

Nevertheless, he also said, since Mili professionally worked with the Deaf and the Dumb, she could help Sherwin communicate with her better.

Sherwin had one complain with the priest. During the marriage Father did not ask him to kiss the bride. He approached me to get them remmaried. I did not agree-

"But for that I would either need to buy a ship or take a vow of celibacy"

I would rather have him kiss her in his own personal time.

May God bless their happy ending :)