Saturday, August 26, 2006

Profquote

"the MONALISA is a famous sculpture..."---

---------Prof. *******(Eminem)


***this poor soul awaits the day when another 'Dan Brownish masterpiece' (titled The 'Mana'-lisa Code or The 'Mono'-lisa Code perhaps) would hit the stores!!!

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Be This Destiny?

Pardon my ignorance, I do not consider it bliss. Has the Blabberwocky finally reverted to what appears to be its destined online abode, that is, Blogspot?

The first post must never go empty, but with a cerebrum that seriously needs a reboot, I am finally at a glaring loss for words. In case this blessed sanctuary for inanity has been turned into a formal gathering (thankfully, without my knowledge), I shall proceed to demonstrate the symptoms that turn up when the Dog-star rages. So if you all would pardon me, I shall rack my rusted Random Access Memory and pray for a bit of randomness.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

The Blabberwocky

The Blabberwocky

Well, people sometimes ask, from where did man evolve? The Bible says God created Man and Woman in His image..... Darwin professed that Man evolved from apes. Hmmm.... pretty interesting huh? Imagine us wandering through the dense foliage searching indignantly for prey and stalking all those good looking females around.... trying to win their hearts by posing as "Alpha Male".... I guess that's the reason why we, such "advanced" creatures, have rightfully remained the stupidest on the planet.I can't reason as to why mankind, never realises that his purpose of being on earth is not to enjoy its luxury and overuse its resources, but also to be sympathetic to his Mother, who gives, but never gets back! We are nothing but a lousy set of humanoid apes, groping our way through the jungle we call "Life"... and we are lacking the basic amenity for survival, COMMONSENSE!
Still, man moves on, breaking technological boundaries, in search of the perfect answer to his being on this empty and desolate planet.... But hey, what the hell was the question? I won't be going deep into the matter but would love to say that the answer to the question lies deeply embedded in the book by Douglas Adams, The Hitch Hikers' Guide to the Galaxy, where the opening lines blurt out a very perceptive statement which has quizzed the human brain for ages -- DON'T PANIC!
You see, man invented language in an odd way. Probably one day a talking ape comes up to a human and says "Phiii... aaaaaah rrrrr!" and the bloke says "Where?", the bloke gets instantly proud of his ability to speak, since before this if anyone in their group had to say "I have to pee" they wouldn't have had the balls to say so! But incidentally, the man realised he was travelling back in time, in a Time Machine and so figured out that he was actually talking to his great-great-great-great...... great-great-great-great grandfather, who had just invented fire and hadn't realised that his hand got fried in the process! Huh.... so much as to brain power in the Old ages! What this guy couldn't do was to help his great-great-great-great..........great-great-great-great grandfather and his burnt finger, so his ape-like granddad just dipped it in a pot of hot mulligatawny soup and felt relieved, only to take it out and appear shocked at the loss of his sixth finger! The man from now pondered, and finally came to the conclusion that this five finger combination wasn't merely a genetic disposition, but was rather a wrong move by someone who claimed to be his ancestor.
Thankfully the ape died out and a new more evolved species of monkeys became dominant. These beings lived their life in utter grief, since by the time they evolved, half of them realised they took the wrong turn at the Evolution Square! Why was this so? They were brainy guys, and by studying their own kind, they discovered the flaw. They discovered that their skull was excessively big as a result of which the fluid inside the cranium began being soaked by their overtly sized brain, which meant that a few sections of their supercomputer began showing defects and finally a circuit went "poof" and then another and another and so on.... till they realised that only one of their kind was left, that too, a gay one! Unfortunately enough, he cracked his skull, out of sheer boredom in an age of icy weather, with no sign of friends around! Poor guy!
Man evolved again, this time in a successful fashion. This guy produced foodgrains in his backyard, lived in a farmhouse of his own, and had his own pets. What he didn't have was a wife, a car, and a very own currency, because, if he's the only one of his kind, where would he get others to buy it from him? Well, this guy was clever. He called the Women's Suffrage in London and asked for a "single, white female, with no strings attached"! The delivery man came in late as usual, much to the frustration of this patient fellow. Now finally, the story of man's final voyage begins....(Well, sorry for such a detailed INTRODUCTION to the faces(not "faeces"... like the man in the Time Machine's great-great-great-great.... great-great-great-great granddad would have had said) of man's timeless goofups in the journey up to the final descent of Mankind's Latest Developments, a daily, published by Heavenly Express Publications Private Limited, read by the boss of all men, a bearded old fellow we nowadays call God!).

(To be continued.... a several issue story on how and why man "evolved")

Sunday, August 13, 2006

The Necessity of Hedonism

Ok, since a certain Erythrocyte seems to be getting bored out here, and no one else has anything to say, and since the same Erythrocyte made me a member here, I thought I'd post something, just to break the silence. So this is my philosophy of life (forgive my pompous bullshittyness):

There are moments when it all feels gray. When you can't tell where dreaming ends and waking begins. Life feels like a hazy swirl of certain uncertainty, and one's existence is like the lonely buzzing of a fly, in the languid heat of summer. When the faces in the crowd are all the same, and you don't know your place in the world. When hours flow like the water in a river, steadily away, into the dark horizon of meaninglessness.

And you see it in the flickering light of the candle, in the endless swirling of rainclouds outside the window, in the incoherant babble of words written in books. The truth staring you in the face- YOU DON'T EXIST. The fact is, that right now, if I ceased to exist, it would change nothing. The sun would still rise, the world would still turn and the mindless rabble that calls itself humanity would still eat, sleep, and procreate like rabbits. Who am I? NO-ONE. How many lives would I change, by dissapearing forever? NONE. A few would know, fewer would care. Ten years later, my best friend will be married with children nonetheless. So I came to ask myself, "Do I really exist, or is my existence merely a function of my mind, which refuses to accept the grim truth, and drowns itself in a deluge of self-satisfying imagery. ."

People die everyday. Their mortal remains are washed into the Ganges. The particles that were once a part of their living, breathing bodies, sink down to the bottom of the sea. How much do their deaths change? Their loved ones' lives goes on.. they, laugh and joke and go back to life as all the living do..People say that great men change lives, but I ask, will the grand-children of those people whose 'lives were changed' even know that the great life-changer even existed?

The ripples of an indivigual's existence fade away into the pool of time. We are infinitessimally insignificant to the course of time. If time is infinitely long, is it not also true that any single moment in time is infinitely small?

So what then is the meaning of it all? If we don't make a damn difference to the world, why exist at all? And I answer myself- WE DO EXIST, BUT ONLY IN OURSELVES. All that matters is one thing- Oneself. Life is as temporary as a drop of water in the Sahara, so the only purpose I can see in life is pleasure. Dont bother with fame, don't bother with glory and the promise of being eternally remembered. Nothing is eternal except eternity itself. So fill your life. Fill it with as much joy as can be squeezed into the time your given. Who gives a flying rat's ass about being remembered in the minds of other men; if we are unable to reap the benefits. Man's existence is defined by himself, and there is absolutely nothing beyond the self. Solipsistic as I may sound, and selfish as this may seem, revel in yourself- 'coz nothing else matters'.. Time is short, as Edgar Allen Poe says:-

"Grains of the golden sand,
How few yet how they creep,
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep! While I weep!
Oh God, can I not grasp,
Them with a tighter clasp?
Oh God! Can I not save,
One from the piteous wave?"


So we must live for pleasure, because beyond that, and beyond oneself- is NOTHING.

Ps: I hope this kind of personal and not-too-serious ranting is allowed here? If not, please inform me, authorities.