Common cold, loved ones & pinkfloyd.

There is nothing common about common cold. Apparently there are a hundred viruses that can cause it and thats precisely what makes it the world most infectious ailment. I was reading about it yesterday (after three years of relationship, corner house betrayed me by gifting me common cold wrapped in HCF jr, Cake fudge & Brownie fudge) and bumped into some interesting ways of treating cold.

I believe we have a capability to cure any disease just by thought process. For a change, its the thought that counts here. The way we feel is entirely governed by hormones (that explains the complex mind of a woman: 2 hormones drives the emotions of a man as against 8 in a woman!). Digressing a bit, man is like a digital inverter, yes or no is what he knows. Where as a woman is like a carefully biased 10-stage rail-to-rail (you know the moods swings dontchya?) opamp. You know there is something wrong but can't figure out straight away which stage screwed up!

Anyways anyways...hormones decide the mood! Agreed? Taking it further, any state of being is entirely governed by the levels of hormone at that point of time. Theoritically, it is possible to recreate the same emotional state if the hormones hit that combo again (doesn't it explain how you get nostalgic about your college crush when you flip through the albums or happen to smell her favorite perfume).

So, common cold again! Talking to loved ones (family or friends) and listening to music (the ones which you've listened & liked the most) apparently provides a relief to the jammed nose. Talking helps as it makes you feel that you are cared for, that sense of bonding jacks up the 'feel good' factor. Listening to music gets you into a nice comfortable zone. Both these are proven to rev-up your immune system and eventually beat up the cold virus out of your body. Now you can breath without hearing that low frequency beats from your nose followed by aaahh (sign :-) ).

Acknowledgements:
1) CP, for blogging that none of his regulars are blogging.
2) Ammi's calls.
3) Pink floyd & DW tracks.
4) Psenti sem photo album

Neena! cookingaa! Deevudaa!!

Never knew there are two schools of thought: Milk-first & Milk-last. Read on for 'A Nice Cup of Tea' by George Orwell.
http://www.booksatoz.com/witsend/tea/orwell.htm

'Find-out-from-Mom-how-to-prepare-these' List:
1) Dum Biryani (naah, not flavoured by MDH masala)
2) Doosakaaya Pappu
3) Paalakuura Pulusu
4) Gutti Vankaaya Kuura
5) Tomato Perugu Pacchadi
6) Beerakaaya pacchadi
8) Sambhar
9) Mukkala Pulusu

Let go.

Let go of the sand from your clutched hand.
Wait for the gold to fall into your hold.
For, the sand that slipped is somebody else's beauty to behold.
And the gold you await will be yours without being told.

What happens when.....

"Your face is overcome with the universal expression of disapproval:a frown. Sweat pours through the pores of your apocrine and eccrine glands in your hands and pits, as your nervous system tries to keep you cool. Your ticker misses a beat. Your amygdala -the part of your brain dealing with emotions -perceives a threat and your body releases the stress hormone norepinephrine, causing fear and anger. Air is sucked in through your trachea, down to your lung's alveoli -where your agitated breaths fuel your jealous heart. You experience a crushing sensation in your stomach."

Com'on we are all humans. Its ok to feel jealous.

There's someone in my head. Buts it not me!

Its all in the head. They say. The world as you see it. The people as you want them to be. There is a character in my mind. It looks like someone familiar. It talks like a friend. The character started taking shape when I got to know that person better. The character, sitting on my shoulder, listened to all my conversations with that person. And further, it also knows the stuff I wanted to talk to that person but couldn't. Subconsciously the character moulded itself in the way I wanted the person to be. It laughs at my PJs, likes the genre of music I wish that person likes. Eats my kind of food, enjoys my favorite movies. And I took it further. I put the character in so many situations I might face in future that it has developed a certain kind of emotional artificial intelligence of its own. The character is my dream. It has all the features I wanted in someone. I just loved it. Poor heart, it is satisfied by it. But the mind had different plans. It wanted to share the dream. Let the person who inspired it all know the piece of art (which breathes and looks the same as the person) created in my mind. Be envious of it. But finally prove who is the original and who is a mere copy. In the tussles between heart and mind, I guess mind wins always. I think its also fair. You have something worthwhile, might as well flaunt it.

The original wasn't amused by all this (not "thrilled" rather). She couldn't see where the character can get into her skin. Well, what if she couldn't laugh at my jokes. I started making exceptions, slowly stripping the character of all the features, which made it a mere thought. I refused to part with it. I'm not ready to let go of the phantom in my mind. It took years for me to make it like me, know my emotional balances, understand me more than myself. It is now an intelligent self sustaining model in the brain. The kid has grown into an adult. I depend on it now. The no from her did affect the character for a while. Questioning the very existence of it. Lots of self-doubts, days and nights of introspection. After the turmoil, the answer comes clear. Keep them seperate. The copy has undergone so many transformations that the only thing that remains of the original is its shadow. The copy is an original in itself now. It can keep me happy for the time to come till some other original appears and erases the character. I'm happy with it now. Found my peace of mind. My mind likes the person in its own way. Expecting nothing. But hoping that the person knows what an inspiring original it was.

The Variable called girl_of_my_life

In you shell, a variable called girl_of_my_life is defined the moment you see her. You might use the variable for various scripts. After a while, you might think the variable is junk and shouldn't be used in any of your scripts. In fact you might even succeed in not using the variable at all.
Just type
>echo $girl_of_my_life
and you see the value still remains.

Now you get the picture? Unless overwritten, the variable girl_of_my_life has the previous value.

So, you THINK you like it! Do you KNOW that? you WISH!

Early morning 5:30 on a sunday might be the least expected time to blog. But when clarity appears suddenly in your mind, it knows no time zones. I actually might be dreaming now as I search for keys on the keyboard in a zero-watt-bulb lit room. Anyways I hope there is that keyhole through which I get to glance-in glance-out my dream world from reality.

So, you think you like something. I actually like Death By Chocolate (The Mr.Wonka Speciality from Corner House,Banglore) and I know that. Quite often in life, there are things which I wish I like. They are thought more by the 'wannabe' part of myself. For example, I wish I like the super-cool attitude with a 'hi-babe yo-dude' kinda culture.

Then there are things which I think I like. Most of my likings which I say out or which are known to my friends can be grouped into this category. My buddies think that I relish classical rock, enjoy watching movies, devouring lotsa sweets (not these days as I am on diet....trust me, i die-to-diet...its that difficult), like a certain kind of women. They have roots from the environmental in which I grew up, the kinda friends I hang out with and the idols I try to ape (I am proud of copying all those style-gurus as they are all a generation ahead).

Finally, there are things in this world I know I like. These are the few things that I found out give me true happiness. They could be as silly as closing my eyes when I savour a home-made sweet or whisling in a movie theatre when my fav actor comes on the screen.They could be as nostalgic as hearing David Gilmour strum his guitar for comfortably numb. A few of these things are borrowed from my previous list. These are developed more out my personal experience. Trying out things that I think I like and knowing if they give me happiness.The key thing here is trying. You tend to have some liking/disliking towards something. If you just trace back to its roots, it could be because of some very arbit & insignificant piece of moment.

The quicker you know the things you like, the faster you can reach the ultimate happiness. The key thing again is trying; read signals from life, act on it. You could be wrong. Its ok to fail. Atleast you tried to find your true calling. You gave the universe its fair chance to change your life. And trust me, it never fails. You may feel you are on the wrong track, you may think you are wasting your time now. See the big picture. When I take the first step out from my home towards MG road (which btw is on the west-side of CV Raman Nagar), I dont necessarily start going towards west.

All I am saying is in life what matters is the ride and not the destination. In a roller-coaster ride, it ain't fun if you are just waiting for trip to finish. Start knowing things which give you true happiness. You may have a few surprises in the list! And always give the all powerful universe its fair chance to change your life. You never know!