More epiphanies

There's a certain amount of satisfaction, a sense of peace and tranquility in being shameless. Break the word down. SHAME-LESS. The word inherently implies an avoidance of situations where one might need to lower one's head. Besides, more often than not, shamelessness is simply another adjective used by us in general for people who express the truest version of themselves uninhibitedly. Shamelessness is a superpower of sorts. Specially because things said without an ounce of shame are irrefutable, if one cares to notice. Enough on the superiority of shamelessness over other qualities exhibited by man.

Couple of reasons why this quality comes to mind. 

I was struck by this realization rather recently. I'd screwed up a presentation in class. I didn't screw it. I didn't turn up to give it in the first place. That's how bad I screwed it. So you know how it is. If you don't do your homework, the teacher takes it upon himself to set you back on the path of righteousness. In the process, he tries to put you into a corner and whoop your arse. Well, he won't say that he's doing so. But you know that's his end-game. Not his fault either. He was dealing with a shameless chap after all. The shameless chap that didn't know that he was shameless. What a shame! (Wow! I'm getting good with these lines!)

So, this teacher, poor person, out of helplessness, asked me what I think I should be punished with, for not doing what I was supposed to. The righteous, self conscious bum in me said something like...

 

"I thought that I would have to repeat the course, and hence pleading otherwise won't be of any use."

To that bum "myself" of Christmas past, I say "What a bum. For I knew that had I told him something on the lines of .......

"Sir, this degree of mine that I shall be handed at the end of this month, is nothing more than a piece of paper that my parents shall frame and keep in my home's living room, as their proof of having given birth to a genius son. So it doesn't make any sense to prolong my ordeal in this institute. Please let me pass the subject. I promise to never consider my field of specialization as a viable career option."

It wouldn't have made an ounce of difference to the professor in front, that one of their students was so blatantly telling them to take it easy on him, now that I think of it. Besides, in all probability, he would have admired my courage for stating things honestly, and for all I know, I'd have been allowed to pass, with Gandolf's permission, of course! But then again, i pussied out. and hence, the walk through hell. 

One can perhaps extend this philosophy to everything in life. Even asking ladies out, I suppose. It goes like this. You can't want to have sex, and be shy at the same time. That's pretty much of a no brainer. But no one wants to share this knowledge as a matter of fact. What a bummer! If I had to rephrase the message in a more fancy manner, I'd quote Oogway from Kung Fu Panda...

"If you sow the seed  from a peach, you'll get a peach tree. You may wish for an apple, or an orange. but you'll only get a peach."

 In short, you get exactly what you ask for. Each time, every time! And right now, there's exactly one thing i want. and exactly one person know what i want. now the trick is to get this person to read the last two lines. Wishful thinking.... What all it makes you write. phew!
Also, it is a time saving strategy to ask exactly what you want instead of beating about the bush. This way, you either get what you want quickly, or that you know that your precious energy will be wasted, if you are to stick around any longer. neat!

Moving on...

Maybe we should get more female song writers. This is in no way my suggestion to bring about gender equality. The deal is, most of our songs are male fantasies, written by men, disguised in fancy words to make them as tragic, romantic, warm and cuddly sounding as possible. A lady's perspective of life in a song would e a welcome change. Well, maybe. NEXT!!

I, and many of us, I'm sure are guilty of being too concerned about why people do what they do, why they do what they do, and how they go about why they do what they do. That was one hell of a convoluted sentence, I'm sure! Anyway, hope that didn't create a dent in your universe. Point being, the whys', hows' and the whats' of other people.... just doesn't matter. This too is a recent epiphany. It came after I saw this book titled "Why women have sex". The title intrigued me. I stared reading the book. Ten pages down, I was hit by a thunderbolt as usual. Why should I bother about WHY WOMEN HAVE SEX??? Why get into business which ain't mine? And honestly, I felt a little dumb for losing my 10 minutes reading the book. I've lost my mind. And more so, my father was around the corner in the next isle of the bookstore. YIKES!

You know what? All is okay. Bad days will come, they'll go, come, then go again. Vicissitudes of human life. you can only get such lines in your head after the peace and tranquility of taking a dump. Before that, there is all too much of a thing called pressure. if I'm writing this in reality, and if there words are actually hitting a set of retinas other than mine, your life is pretty sexy. Mine surely is. For if you are a guy reading this, your biggest problem so far is "Man! My girlfriend left me/ I don't have a girlfriend/ I flunked an exam (or three, or four)."

If you're a girl, well, the worst thing that could have happened is (I'm getting beaten up for this for sure)... the condom tore. 

Life's sexy, man! Life's sexy!

Another thing about us humans is the jargon we use. We use two-syllable words to name things we have absolutely no clue about. Look at the words "Love" and "God". If you're smart, you get it. else, NEXT!

I have fallen in love with the word "Shit-Storm". Besides, it  will let me end this post on a funny note. You see, we are tremendously capable of bringing shit-storms upon ourselves. Sounds like fun! And you needn't sound eloquent this way. If your life has been uneventful, start reading biographies of controversial people. You can define "Shit-storm" for yourself, then. For some reason, no one has suggested the word to the Oxford English Dictionary people. What a waste of pages! Try picturing a shit storm. It's lik a storm with shit in it for debri. Maybe, I didn't have to be that explicit. but who cares? As long as you maintain safe distance, you won't get the smell.

One more thing I learned is this. For a change, this one actually makes perfect sense. "Don't bother about whom you offend. Those who mind, don't matter, for those who matter, they don't mind."

And for now... SOMEBODAY STOP ME!