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“A thing of beauty is joy forever.” Yeah right, what if Keats had seen this pic:

The Dude

I say Keats would’ve been stunned, then he would’ve drooled uncontrollably at the sight of this scientist demonstrating that red is just a colour that doesn’t even deserve a comment when worn by a man. If Keats was half of a man enough, he would finally have managed to stammer, after what will seem like ages for the ignoramus, “That thing of a man goes on forever” and we’d still be struggling to decide if this has any sense in it.

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February 25, 2007 at 04:58

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Atlast I know something: Our evolutionary cousins, the Neanderthals, were ‘finished off‘ by freezing climates. That means there was atleast one species on this planet whose extinction is not because of us. The cold got to them before we did.

That brings us to the philosophical question: What would you do if you were the last of the Neanderthals? What would your thoughts be? I don’t mean that you are one of the last few Neanderthals, but that you are the last one. You just watched the last-but-one Neanderthal die. What would you feel? I believe that this is a very sensitive issue. A lot depends on your gender (you are the last Neanderthal remember), and the gender of the Neanderthal who died before you.

Case Ia: The Neanderthal who just died was male

Even when this dude (respect the dead/finished-off) was alive, there wasn’t much hope left anyway, so this death would only make you await the end of the world (what’s left in the world after you’re dead anyway.) I’d like to guess at this point that this Neanderthal would probably be frightened to death (thus robbing cold of one of it’s kills) as he (is it correct to refer to a male Neanderthal as him?) would’ve to face God/Godson/Godmessenger immediately after his death (they are our cousins afterall, so they couldn’t have been intelligent enough not to have a religion.) Sad is his life.

Case Ib: The Neanderthal who just died was a gay male (would it be right to call him homosexual?)

First, if you think that this case is related to the death of a happy person, I envy your innocence. Too bad it won’t last long. Back to you: This Neanderthal’s early independent(euphemism) life can be described in one noun: Euphoria. Then reality will ruin his state of mind, and the rest is too tragic for me to type here. With little error (of whatever consequence), we can imagine that Case Ia follows from hereon for this last Neanderthal.

Case IIa: The Neanderthal who just died was female

This is the mother of all tragedies, even Raj Kapoor would giveup before this. After a brief period of unlimited/uncalled-for sorrow, the Neanderthal realizes that someone needs to be blamed for this whole mess (I’m not talking of the dead body.) God is the Father of everyone/thing, including blame. So he blames God for sometime before realizing what a bore this whole thing is and learns to enjoy his freedom, rather than analyze its causes.

Case IIb: The Neanderthal who just died was a gay female (lesbian should not be used as the origins of that term are strongly ‘she-uman’)

This case is trivial. I doubt if anyone really thinks before saying, “…. even if you were the last person on earth.” When there are only two of you left, and you are of different opposite genders, believe me, you would! So Case IIb can’t exist.

Whatever be your thoughts, I say it’s a hell lot less boring being humans: Neanderthality sounds wierder than humanity.

PS: This article has 17 Neanderthals!

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February 21, 2007 at 06:22

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Long long time ago, there was a teacher who had a legendary student. When asked by his teacher to aim at a bird’s eye, the student is said to have fixed his sight on the bird’s eye. He saw the bird’s eye, and nothing more. It is an account that almost every Indian knows, but it is also an account that almost no one believes in: the common excuse being that even if it were not a story, he was not of our generation.

Coming to our own generation, images and stories are widely circulated about a tennis player who plays the Tennis ball as if it were a Basket ball, and dominates the rectangular Tennis court as if his half of the court were a hundred times smaller than his opponent’s. Some worship Him, some love him, some admire him… some can’t stand him.

As Stephen King said about writing, Roger Federer would probably laugh it away, “The angles are there everywhere.” What separates him from the rest is the ability to recognize and go for the angles. The more I think about it, the more am I convinced that mankind has only three constituents: there are Men who see the angles, there are men who see the Men and finally there are morons. I am not talking about tennis anymore.

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February 19, 2007 at 00:00

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“How many light bulbs would it take to change Chuck Norris?”

That was the question that I have been pondering on for quite sometime. Some may call it a euphemism for admitting my inactivity, but I disagree: it’s more on the lines of, “Who is John Galt?” It’s a question that we ask ourselves when we are utterly clueless, an attempt to convey the inconveyable.

In addition to that, it’s a one-liner to remind us that, inspite of the problem that is bugging us to the extent of reminding us of Chuck Norris, all is well with this world at this moment; Chuck Norris can handle the light bulbs: one less trouble for us!

Why did I create this blog? Because Chuck Norris told me to.

PS: If you don’t know who Chuck Norris is, don’t worry. I am bewildered, but not to the extent of, “You’re so lost dude!”

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February 1, 2007 at 03:27

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