Thoughts on Tilangana issue

Dividing states could be a problem for map makers.

Now, if the state's size gets smaller, it will be difficult to fit their names in their respective areas on the map.

Even if we form a separate state, we should atleast come up with a smaller name.

It wouldn't be so much of a problem, if it was a coastal state. We can easily write the name in the water body (thankfully India is blessed with waterbody on three sides) and indicate it to the state with an arrow.

Alternatively, the map makers can use smaller fonts sizes, or zoom in.

De-attachment to the broken pen cap.

It happened. I broke my pen cap.

Just another example of impermanence of anything physical.

I just floated through the entire experience without any control of my movements. I observed it from a point completely dis-associated from my physical hands.

But there was a fraction of seconds when the pen cap was broken and not broken at the same time.

I notices that there was a single unit of time when the pen cap was transformed into a contaminated piece of plastic. If we freeze frame time at exactly the mid- point of this transformation, we might discover the secrets of life and death.

This moment is the truth creator. The sourceless vacumn of creation.

I am completely de-attached to the pen cap.

For long term interest of the shareholders, we should buy a coloured printer

Using only black and white printout constrains my capability of self expression.

Life in office would be so much more eventful if we had access to coloured printer.I generally have to take printouts of excel sheets.

Without colour, importance of matter in each cel of the excel sheets is at a common platform and there is very little we can do if we want the reader to discriminate, as in give more importance to a certain area of the printout.

I could use to the colour printout to manipulate people on a sub conscious level. I would use lots of red to scare people of. Dark blue to sooth them. Pink to subtly mock them. If I don't like someone, I would use brown or light yellow (which might be a little difficult to read).

To de-highlight something- I would use black,

Printout reader: You have not mentioned the disadvantages of the project.
Me: I have. Itz written right on the top, in black fonts.

Contrasting colours would also communicate my emotions. Think about all you can do with colourful number. Get things moving. Motivate people.

For long term interest of the shareholders of our company, we should buy a coloured printer.

A marwari cannot have a perfectly inelastic demand curve

"Itz not because he is an MBA, but because he is a marwari."

Shraddha corrected her mother when she was impressed with my bargaining skills. I couldn't disagree.

There is a reason I support Mamata Banerjee. Even though living in Bengal, there is a part of my blood which belongs to the marwari community which is always actively involved in continuously blocking my mind from comprehending communism or anything that is even remotely related to communism.

The elasticity of demand for a good would always be different for a Punjabi, Gurati, Marwari or a Tamilian. Marwari economics can be a new field of study altogether. I guess a true economist has to be a racialist. But they play safe. The non- existence of this problem is another one of their cleverly drafted assumptions.

Taste and preference remaining constant.

Mirror mirror on the wall!!!

I have spent countless hours in front of the mirror, looking at the eye staring back at me as if trying to tell me something.

And when I have stared long enough, it hits me. Am I really all that the mirror can reflect? My life pauses. Its strange to find myself living. This awareness grips me and grows.Thus I reach one of the defining moments of my life. I choose the underdog. It all gets over instantaneously.

I abruptly look away.

Follow the yellow brick road

"You havent exactly followed the yellow brick road, have you?"

I was once asked this life altering question, only to not pay any attention. What is more interesting is the conversation that lead to that question.

Me: Could someone help me with my thoughts? I cant decide whats my fav colour!!!
Veena: I think it shoud be yellow...taking into consideration the yellow submarine and the yellow brick road :):) Hey guys..let's all go to the emerald city...and ask the Oz once more for brains...for Saurav
 Me:Veena, there is no such thing as Oz. The only thing real on this planetory existence is the talkin scare crow, the moving tin man and the over friendly lion (and of course the monkey with wings who cannot fly). :)
Veena: Oh Oz is there if u believe...How do u think the scare crow strated talkin and the tin man started moving and the lion became friendly?
 Me: I know it is very tempting to relate these events to the presense of Oz. Existence of oz depends on to whom it relates to. If we create our own dreams, it might be real for us, but for the world at large, its just your imagination. He might be living within your grey matter (depending on your shoe colour) but in the world of absolute, there is no Oz. (Did u just ignore the monkey? If it wasnt for the monkey ur stupid scare crow wud be dead already)
Veena: Dude its becos of the stupid winged monkley that the scarecrow almost died. You haven't exactly followed the yellow brick road, have you?

I guess we were too immatured to arrive at concrete implications to the actions of the winged monkey without relating it to something which is absolute by destiny.

I will be end this abruptly as I have a point to prove.

The Earthling's quest for coffe in this infinite universe

Is this Earthlife all I get in this infinite universe, so large in size that even thinking about would make your head spin?

Compare this huge endless vacumn of space stretching across millions of unknown galaxies to the distance from my office desk to the coffee machine.

I sometimes even get lazy to get up from my desk to get myself coffee. How can I carry the burden of this awareness and not feel insignificant. I feel like the grain of salt smashed further into pieces so small like its almost not there. A non-existent piece of hopeless yet highly complicated design with no direction whatsoever solely because of the distance in this ever expanding universe.

I am glad I enjoy the taste of coffee.