A few sour grapes

One upon a time there was a hungry fox. This fox tried to reach some grapes hanging high on the vine. But she was unable to do so. She tried again and again, leaped with unequaled swiftness and ferocity. All with uniformly fruitless outcomes. As her hope ground to a halt she walked away remarking, “Oh! You aren’t even ripe yet! I don’t need any sour grapes! ”

This story follows an archetype: one desires something, find it unattainable, and reduces one’s dissonance by criticizing it. The powerful reason of dissonance is an idea conflicting the very fundamental element of self-concept. Such as “I am a good person.” or “I made the right decision.”. The anxiety that comes with the contingency of having made a bad decision can lead to rationalization, the tendency to create additional reasons or justifications to support one’s choices. This belief may or may not be true, but it would reduce dissonance and make the person feel better.

Can a fox mind choose to unmount the bicycle of its ego-defense mechanism and accept that “I am not good” or “I didn’t deserve to succeed.”. Accepting that “I am good” goes with natural flow and works out well with super ego, even if one is “not good” (subjectively). But if the fox accepts “I am not good”, she ends up initiating tenacious struggle to be “Good”. Something she has accepted she is not. Lets hope that this fox gets sweet grapes after being the “Good” she wants to be. It’s like being on two trains at once. One going nowhere and the other going in the opposite direction. Who knows you may eventually reach some where.

Or the fox is just living in an increasingly cruel state of thralldom hoping to find its island of water surrounded by earth believing that she can be what she is not for a bunch of “sour grapes”.

Credit: Image author: John Rae, An illustration from Fables in Rhyme for Little Folks, New York, 1918
Source http://www.gutenberg.org/files/24108/24108-h/images/11,1.jpg

Genesis Retold

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Yet another bull theory

yet another bullshit theory

Most of the heroes are orphan.

Moses is abandoned in a basket, Hercules grows up without his father. Cinderella, Hansel and Gretel, and Snow White. Batman, Spiderman, Superman, many of the X-men. Harry Potter, Frodo Baggins, the Baudelaire Children, and Luke and Leia Skywalker.

Now that we agree on this fact, lets move on to another one which we can disagree upon.

Most girls like jobless guys as boyfriends

Before we skip the content to start bashing, lets define jobless guy as a guy ‘who do not work for a living’. He may either be born to a rich dad or is enjoying jobless benefits or just studying or is just Edward Cullen.

So, what is this statement based upon? An absolutely vague thought, backed up by instant (inaccurate) statistical analysis provided by friends and lots of love stories.

Why are jobless guys the dream boys?

  1. Jobless guys do not ignore you. They make you feel special and important. They can say eleven times a day how much you matter to them and how they can do anything for you. (Also that they can eat you and they cannot read your mind.)
  2. Jobless guy do not have many friends. So there is no one hogging all the time and attention.
  3. Jobless guy do have will to work. They hunt for job and try to make their mark.
  4. Jobless guys respects your work, career, fashion sense or even your make-up skills.
  5. Jobless guys never bash your family. Even if they do they are just going through a phase.
  6. Jobless guys lie to you because you are precious to them and they cannot afford to lose you. Guys with job lie because they are just phony.
  7. Jobless guys ogles at other girls to keep themselves distracted. Guys with jobs are just disgusting.
  8. Jobless guys are ill mannered because of the circumstances. If they utter profanities it is because they are under real pressure. Guys with jobs are so uncouth.
  9. Jobless guy ends up getting a job then it is your inspiration and motivation which helped him. You can feel so proud of him and sing some song about awesomeness of your jobless lover with a job.
  10. Jobless guys are quite easy to run away with. They do not have job and security issues. You can run away to a jungle where no one goes. You can climb/jump up the trees to watch your jobless guy’s world. You can build a peaceful cottage. He will chop wood in winter to heat the house where you both can sing “Jingle Bell” with your kids on Christmas.
  11. More ….

How many of me?

how many of me?

I was named after a neighbor’s kid.

I was around three years old. I was supposed to join a school and my parents needed a name for me. The sacred quest to find a name for me was bestowed upon my cousin. Being the smartest kid in the family he went through gigantic repository of names. Source of this repository were names of students in his class, names of students in his elder sister’s class, names of students in his yet another elder sisters class and names of students in classes of all his cousins. Man! he was really smart to remember these many names.

His mother, my aunt, suggested to choose a name which starts with alphabet ‘A’ so that I can be amongst the first kids in roll call. But this suggestion soon received a veto from her daughter. Reason provided was – “it is difficult to do proxy attendance when you are amongst first students to be called.” So, the team of worthy knights decided that my name should start with alphabet ‘M’ or ‘N’. I was never told how they ended up with choosing their neighbor’s kid’s name as a name for me. I believe they must have forgotten about the brain storming session anyway. Or may be aliens came in a space ship suggested them this name and wiped out their memory of other details.
That is how I got my name when I entered a school, a last, three years after I was born: Nishu Goyal.

My name isn’t the end of the story about my name. When your name is Bob no one asks you. How do you spell that? Isn’t that more like a girl’s name? Not so with Nishu Goyal.

In my college days my friend who was also my next door neighbor, my bench mate, my branch mate, told me about his disappointment when he realized that the person he will be spending most of his time during classes is a guy. He apparently scanned list of freshers very well for all instances of fairer sex. Same sort of disappointment was confessed to me by teaching assistants, guys who came for college campus placements as recruiters, guys who joined the job along with me. List goes on.

But there was one good thing about my name.

I believed – it sort of uniquely belonged to me. If you google search for ‘Nishu Goyal’ you will find this blog. Not a big deal. But still. What is the chance that you will meet someone with name ‘Nishu Goyal’.

Well if you really look hard. You can find another ‘Nishu Goyal’ on linkedin. And what are the odds that my company owner goes to IIT Bombay for campus recruitment and hires her. I can’t even end the post saying – think about it.

Then you feel like God

diablo, then you feel like god

You don’t feel like sitting, concentrating and working on one thing at a time. Instead you flatter yourself about adeptness of stitching in time to save the nine. You indulge yourself in multiple tasks. You fail. And you hide behind the forsaken masks. No one blames you. You are genius. Invulnerable. You are God.

Diabolic. Vindictive.

Yes. No. You are far more than Olympian Gods. You are a legendary Titan.

You decorate your throne with your elegantly proud posture in the hall of Gods. Sometimes you give a thought to the ‘things’ . You try to think straight. You can’t. You feel venerable to the ghast negativity of every question you have. But you are God. Insuperable. You sublimate the doubts in your aura of attitude and arrogance. You build up a cyst around yourself. Impregnable castle. You are amazed by your own efficacy.

You are amused by many other things about yourself. When you crack a joke you smile like a smug who just smelt his own fart. It is not depressing that you are the only one who is enthralled by your sense of humor. Other mortals just do not get the humor. They are merely samples of your playfulness. They might have a dim perception that you played a cruel trick on them, but they lack the intelligence to really comprehend the magnitude of it. You are so authentic and original.

“Lets get out of the Sun and wait in shadow”

“I am generating vitamin D”

“Where do you live?”

“I live in the present”

Hail to you! Almighty. All knowing. Omnipresent. In your bizarre smuggish humor  there exists a subtle self mockery and bits of philosophy. It reflects how down to earth you are.  So cute and innocent.

But you need to tell your followers that you mock yourself, you bring pain upon yourself, you taunt yourself because even a legion of Satans cannot amiss your authority. You do it for pleasure purposes as no one else can do it to you.

And as far as your philosophy goes it is by itself a joke. Every joker is a philosopher.

God! Don’t you feel sometime to come out of your majestic city of Gods, get a life and put some fight like a real man?

PS: You are counting on mortals not to understand this. LOL

Blog or not to Blog?

enigma, blog or not to blog

Sometime around four in the morning you sit down, glum and sleepless with an urge to make an update at your blog. “What now, Tolstoy? What other bright ideas do you have for your blog?” you ask yourself.

You choose to write about the random, witty, sarcastic conversation you had with random people, creating an impression on readers that you are a merciless antagonist, nourishing your ego with the brains of rather simpler people. But then most of the readers are puzzled, or they damn your best efforts with faint praise.

You choose to write about the music you have been listening to. You want to express how much you are in love with “Enigma”. Then you take the bag of your vocabulary, turn it upside down and shake it. You are not amazed at the words that fall out as they fall short of describing any kind of music, even simple sounds of clanging of bells, the beating of drums or the simple chant of words ‘Buddham sharanam gacchami”. So you end up reviewing the whole project as “Good”. (Enigma is an electronic musical project founded by Michael Cretu, David Fairstein and Frank Peterson in 1990.)

Then you consider writing about the fight you are waiting for between Kuchiki Byakuya and Kurosaki Ichigo in coming episodes of Bleach. Then you try to count number of people who might end up reading this blog entry (in case you publish it) who also watch Bleach. In this perceptive IIT campus was much better place where every other person will have atleast one interest common with you. May be if you write about how Butters Scotch became pimp in recent South Park’s Episode “Butters’ bottom bitch” more people would relate to it. Not because they tried their hands at the profession but there is a slight chance that they might be watching at least one serial by ‘Comedy Central’.

Honestly, you start feeling sleepy and decide to postpone updating the blog until you find some good comic strip to share.

25 years in Milkyway

25 years in milky way
Lets pretend that you are reading this assuming that this blog post has something to do with “Dummies guide to milkyway“.

Now, you suddenly realize that you have been living in Milkyway for a considerable amount of time yourself. So you really wont be reading anything that tell you how to do the same. I am sure that you trust me not to write anything which is so incredibly useless. (Although the fact is that, it being so incredibly useless and pointless creates a urge in me to actually write it).

Then you go like, “What the hell, is this a not even remotely funny attempt to write a sci-fi comedy? Was hitchhiker’s guide to galaxy not enough for one life time”

Relax. Do not trouble your brain cells thinking more about it. I just wanted to say that it been 25 years since I was born.

Ooh , so it’s your birthday. Well let’s see your birthday suit! - Stewie Griffin

One problem here. My turning 25 has nothing to do with you. So, you’ve go to know that you are absolutely right. It has absolutely nothing to do with you. It is my blog so it has to do with me. And since it is my ‘birthday’ it is a   big deal <unquote> for me. And since you have already been through an exorbitant amount of stupid random crap I trust you to keep on reading further.

Damn! I was really not waiting for this day to come. I always thought that I will be God till the time I turn 25. Come on, how much time can it take for one to become God.

Sadly I am not very much close to my expectations. Now I have to think about my life after 25 . sigh!

“Better the day of death than the day of one’s birth” (Ecclesiastes 7:1).

Where Your Happiness Lies

Nishu - sad: I AM SO BORED WITH LIFE THAT I WANT TO ATTAIN NIRVANA chini-baba - normal: SOURCE OF HAPPINESS IS LETTING THINGS GO WHEN YOU LOOSE AFFINITY TOWARDS THEM chini-baba - normal: WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU FORMATTED YOUR COMPUTER'S HARDDISK?

A little elboration on the strip:

I do not like to elaborate on californium-252 words that I type. Explaining a joke brutally rots and dismembers it.

People who dont get it, wont get it. People who think they got it, will keep thinking they got it. People who get it will get it. And finally people who dont give a damn, no one can give them damn because it is a singleton object.

Still, let me explain this one. First of all, Nirvana I am talking about  is not ‘Generation X’  flagship band. It is the state of being free from both suffering and the cycle of rebirth.

There is vast difference between death and nirvana. Death is when you stop playing with your current character in D2 (Diablo 2 ). And then, creating a new character and doing the same quests all over again. May be becuase you were bored with your earlier character, may it was not developed properly, may be it was too weak, may be you din’t have proper team to make it work or may be it was hardcore and was slain by Duriel. Yeah, only last option was respectful!

// Death happens mostly to noobs.

Nirvana on other hand is the state where you have mastered the game and there is noting left in the game which can amuse you enough to click on the stupid Diablo’s face sitting on your desktop.

PS: All three panels are in straight sequence ! Do not put much pressure on your brain if you cannot understand why you are a gayfish if you like fish sticks.

My nu phone.. nu playlist !!

samsung-u800-soulbI got this weird habit to mention the time when I write a blog post. Supposedly, it has something to do with inconsequential urge to state the darkness around and within. Guess that makes one sound cool. But then, phrase – sounding cool – is self-contradictory. Cool people do not express that they are cool. And again they do not express that they are not trying to express they are cool, hence they are cool. They just hang around wearing dark glasses and ‘too cool for the world’ looks. Still.. they do not wear dark glasses to show that they are cool.

Anyways, at 4:00 AM I really, truly wanted to say that some dude (or dudete ) stole my phone yesterday. Morning. Saying that does not imply that I abso-positivity deny the possibility of me misplacing it. So, I decided to go out of my fortress of solitude and buy a phone at HotSpot. No I am not Superman. No I am not Spiderman either.

It was lot of work. Had do spend 30 minutes at mobile shop and waste next 2:30 hours stalking my shadow around. Finally, even the choupsey din’t taste well. Let me share the songs, names only, which got the privillage to be in my nu phone Samsung U800E.

  • Another Brick In The Wall – Pink Floyd
  • Becuase I Got High – Afroman
  • Bleeding Love – Leona Lewis
  • Butterfly – Danyel Gerard
  • Desert Rose – Sting
  • Everything I Do – Bryan Adams
  • Fernando – Abba
  • Frozen – Madonna
  • Hero – Enrique
  • In Da Club – 50 Cent
  • It’s My Life – Dr. Alban
  • It’s My Life – Bon Jovi
  • My Heart Will Go On – Celine Dion
  • Nothing Else Matters – Metallica
  • Please Forgive Me – Bryan Adams
  • Rivers of Babylon – Boney M
  • Sadness – Enigma
  • We Didn’t Start the Fire – Billy Joel
  • What is Love – Haddaway
  • Zombie – Cranberries

No, I don’t do marijuana.

Stroked ones are those which din’t survive for 12 hours! I am 30% more liberal at first choice.

15 Instant Mood Lifters m/

15 instant mood lifters
I am compiling a list of few things which might instantly lift up your mood.

  1. Yawn and Stretch. Seen a dog when he wakes up?
  2. Smell a flower. They smell awesome.
  3. Polish a mirror. Then look in it and smile. :D
  4. Brush your teeth.
  5. Brush your hair.
  6. Drink two glasses of water, add a wedge of lemon or lime to it. Many times sadness is really just dehydration.
  7. Eat something healthy and fresh. You could be feeling blue because your blood sugar has taken a dip. Eat a bowl of fresh fruits or vegetables.
  8. De-clutter a part of your home or office that needs it.
  9. Look through your old scrapbooks, personal journals, blog archives, collections of your own paintings, poems, songs.
  10. Search for occurrences of your name in your favorite social network and find out what people are talking about you.
  11. Make lists. It makes us feel so capable when we can cross things off our to-do lists. Make a list like this one :D
  12. Turn on music. Your favorite tunes can really lift your spirits. Use classical and jazz to calm; rock and roll or hip hop to energize.
  13. Write down and archive what’s bothering you, as quickly as you can without stopping to think about it too much as you write.
  14. Mark Twain said, “The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer somebody else up.”
  15. Call your mom.

If your mood doesn’t brighten right away, go with the flow, and accept your mood just the way it is. It is okay to be feel blue every now and then. Let yourself rest, and give yourself time to restore your own happy mood in your own natural time.

cheer up buddy >:D<

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