A month, a year, probably even a decade. But I’ll break free.
World, do remember this.
Yesterday I was at an Irani cafe, Kooler’s, Matunga. This joint is frequented by the local college junta who almost spend the entire day sitting out here doing nothing. Yesterday was no different with a bunch of kids sitting outside on the steps of the shop happily chatting and giggling away lost in their own world while the rest of the crowd around them was running after meaningless things. I was one of them, one among the millions in the rest of the crowd.
And what was funny was I could not think of one plausible reason for what I was doing then while these kids were probably spending their time the best way possible. They were happy, without a care in the world, among friends completely enjoying themselves. They probably had a few bucks to spend for the entire day spending it carefully on the cigarretes and chai but yet they were content with it.
And me, with my big MBA degree, running after bigshot clients the entire day, with a 6 figure salary having probably more cash in my pocket than the entire bunch of them put together, could not savour the bliss they were experiencing.
Makes me think what’s the reason? Why? Here I’m living this text-book life, but its not mine. I do not own it, not even a bit of it. Where I go during the week, what I do, how I do – my company decides it. My boss decides it. The city shows me the alternatives, I do not make my own road. I choose one of the alternatives, and I have to be content with it.
I try to break free, and I get chained up even more by my company. I think of breaking free from this life, and I get chained up by the society. It questions me, what would you do then? how would you support yourself? Think of your career, your future life.
And I shut up.
That’s life for you folks.
I guess everybody has a few of their own. As for me, the following are the ones I can remember for now
Q. Why are my boxers the exact opposite of my three-fourths (pants)?
A. Boxers – it covers only 1/4 of my lower half
Q. What is the common link between hot dogs and babes… err… I mean hot babes and dogs?
A. Marine Drive
P.s. If you can’t make the connection, please take some time off your work, and make a trip to Marine Drive, South Mumbai; preferably in the time period of 7 to 8 p.m. Admist the crowd, you’ll find numerous hot chicks walking their dog(s) up and down the Queen’s necklace. It’ll be worth the trip, I assure you! 😉
I loved staying out in the rains as a kid, getting completely drenched and then catching cold for the next two weeks. I still continue to do the same. Just that instead of playing, I go out on bike rides speeding over the empty roads. The feeling is amazing, at speeds of 60+, the drops sting your face like mosquitoes, but in a nice kind of way that makes you want more of it. Be it any city, a metro like Bangalore or a Tier2 city like Jampot, the traffic generally disappears off the road once the rain starts pouring. You feel as if the road’s been emptied just for you, and for you alone. And the concrete jungle just seems to melt away in the rain, and the city looks fresh and all clean.
But not the city of Mumbai. Here rains means only one thing – chaos. You feel as if this is the first time the city’s experiencing heavy rains; all over the place you’ll find half dug up roads and unfinished flyovers, clogged up drains, and traffic. Huge traffic. You get the feeling as if everyone kept on waiting for the rain to start, and then they took out their car for a drive. Signals get clogged up with all kinds of vehicles. The inner lanes & bylanes become swimming pools, with garbage floating around here and there. Now and then, one of the three local (EMU) lines closes down due to some waterlogging problem, generally the harbour lines being the most frequent of the three. It just becomes one big mess.
Grow up Mumbai. Learn from your past.
This post is a tribute to this site – It certainly made me google (bing u would say?) up on a question that always confronted me everyday.
Why do wires get tangled up?
It happens with my earphones, my mouse cable, my laptop cable, my mobile charger cable – any cable or wire I use. I’ll sort it carefully and keep it in its place, and few hours later, voila! It’ll be in a complete mess with multiple knots and it’ll take me atleast a few minutes to clear it up.
Results of googling:
a) Best Result
The reason stuff like this happens has to do with entropy and statistics. It comes down to this: whenever you have a system with many possible states, all of roughly equivalent energies, and then you allow energy input to “scramble” the system, then you will see this effect.
Basically, the idea is that there are MANY more unordered ways the system (eg, bunch of wires) can be arranged than there are ordered ways. So, if you input energy (jumble them around) the odds are overwhelming that the output will be one of the disorder states.
Take an example. Fill a jar half full of green jelly beans. Then put a nice flat layer of red jelly beans carefully on top. Close the lid. Now lay the jar on it’s side and roll it down stairs. You are inputting energy to the system to scramble it. Even though it COULD happen that the beans end up still in a nice colorful layer, the odds are that you will have a jar full of mixed red and green jelly beans.
Now think about your cable wires. In your pocket, as you walk around, sit, stand etc, you are putting energy into the system to mix it up. As soon as the wires move around even a little, it’s very unlikely that they will ever just happen to go back. The longer they stay in your pocket, the more mixed up they get.
b) Most Innovative Result (lol! :D)
There is a conspiracy when you turn your back little gnomes appear and tangle them up into teeny tiny knots while they steal your socks and hide your car keys
c) Alternate Theories (hmm…)
And you thought Lord of the Rings was a fictional movie! Huh! 😛