Sorry Laptop, i am not gonna sleep with you…
Yestersay, i decided not to carry my laptop at home.
Having been at office from 9 to 7, hooked with laptop…and again at home, again hooked with laptop..it feels that i have started living in a virtual world, a kind of addiction. So , i , with a heavy heart, decided to let my laptop sit alone , all night in my office. The pain of it was two faced, i hope what i was feeling , laptop must be feeling the same. I gave ta ta, to my laptop and reached home.
Home without Laptop, I started missing all my. E-books, I started missing those stream of information, news that my laptop throws me..those happy memories of watching youtube, movies…Spending time from 7 to 12 at night, started looking be too long. I was depressed a bit.
As i reached my room, i decided to find something to do with. As i saw the room, i saw my lovely guitar. have not been strummed for months. I love music, and guitar too…i thought, how much Laptop had taken away the charm of strumming my good guitar. And there i saw some books.
My list of unread books which i had brought shelving precious amount of my pocket money. Laptop too had replaced this books with E-books, i took some of the hard books, felt in my hands. I never felt E-books, because they are soft. But I started feeling those books, I immediately took a pencil and started reading the books, underlining some good sentences, making cartoons on the margin. I felt happy and sorry for the Laptop.
Even i did a bit of Guitaring, To create a music is altogether different experience; where as in my laptop i am passive listener to the music, Guitar makes me feel like God. I can create Music !! Ha ha ha…I am God. Where as my mom always come running to me, yelling STOP THE NOISE. My music skill is so underated at home.
I will say, i felt a bit of peace without my laptop. A good thing, I reflected, i thought, i planned. When laptop in my hand, i had a kind of internal demand to log on to facebook, to see twitter, follow football, see what is happening in cricket, do research on n number of stupid thing. Being a curious person, Laptop feeded with my nature.
I remember, i slept a good night sleep. Slept at 11 and woke up at 7. Again , in my previous case, i used to wake up and log into my laptop, again to quench my thrist for information. But today, i woke up, and i felt lost !!. What i am gonna do ?.
It was a lovely morning, i decided to go outside and have a jog a bit. I connected with the Nature. :-).
I hope, my laptop will sleep alone in the office. I am happy to de-plug laptop after office.
Sorry Laptop, I wont sleep with you !!!
Anyway, beautiful song…..i love it.. ( where is my mind — by pixies)
all in a day
After a night journey, 3-hours of grateful sleep, I managed to be at office, half an hour late.
At office, things were staging, at engineer’s pace.
With no deadline coming, my designs are becoming an RnD topic, with anyone coming and poking around, and finding slight defect, here and there, in the drawing. These things amuse me, but since, I think, I don’t have any moral or legal responsibility of the failure of my designs, I am not able to ascertain the gravity of these defects.
Anyway, welcome news, my mentor is leaving today, and the designing software in my computer crashed, so practically, I am out of work, for next three days.
“A cloudy day is no match for sunny disposition “– William Arthur ward
As I retrospectively see the day, I feel how true the saying is. After I came to know, that I am free for three days, instead of celebrating, I started picking out the thorn, from the bouquet. I converted “no work ” as a bad thing , by applying the Karl Marx logic that “work defines man’, hence “no work”, means “I am no human”. And arm with that logic, I started lamenting about how wrong is the company, how wrong is the city, how wrong is the existence, and at the end “how wrong is everything”. Nevertheless, I quickly get aware of my bad mood, and tried to control my mood, and realized how “reasons follow emotions “, and why EQ is far more important the IQ.
Is sex everything ?
Sex can sell everything, true, as one can find , skinny girls, with skinny clothes, posing themselves from everything , from luxurious car, to toilet soaps; but is art is also , all about Sex.
while researching on “why music works”?, I got this interesting argumenT.
Music is neither pattern recognition nor clue solving … it is super saturation of senses.
Let me explain —
we are programmed to give ourselves a reward (a sensation of pleasure) if our senses detect something which has an evolutionarily survival/procreational value. Sugars are sweet because they have energy. perfumes have two sources of pleasure – food based (most flowers based smell) and sexual (pheromonal) — both having obvious survival/procreational value. colors also have both these functions — identifying which females are in heat and which fruits to pluck. humans having extraordinary dexterity take this to painting, where they paint something which superstaurates these senses and gives a saturated pleasure. that is why we eat super-sweetened chocolates. no where in nature are such super creamy, super sweet foods found.
Music has the same story. it supersaturates our senses of ‘hearing’. think about it — most songs have long aaaaaaa ooooooo type of sounds which are super stimulus of sexual sounds. we have devised many ways to super saturate our senses by finding many many instruments and many more ways of playing them. and we love to accompany it by human voices …
if ever there is a dog music … it would include intense barking sounds … probably we would not like it.
CERTAINLY, based on this argument, art to, sells on sex.
rnd,
Ravings on life 