Narcissism

The legend of Narcissus.

Soothsayers prophesied : Narcissus shall live to a ripe old age if he didn't come to know himself.

But the universe, always on the verge of increasing the entropy of itself, couldn't bear this notion, this permanency of thought of some old hags efficient at reading the language of the stars, or so they claim and we believe(d), perhaps.

Son of a goddess, the beauty of this young boy was unfathomable.Of which he didn't know. Which was good. Because the unfathomable cannot be fathomed. Atleast physically.

The work of the Destiny-writer or some random collisions of some infinite molecules led this boy to a pond. And again, through the same process, led this boy to peek into the still water. And what he saw changed his world.

The most beautiful person he had ever seen or imagined to see. And again the universe playing its own peevy games, it was love at first sight. For days the boy stared at his reflection. The reflection provided him everything food, water, and the most important of all, love. Again permanency. Again universe. Again randomness.

And in his love, he fell and drowned into the pond. Unfathomably. In a few days, the water of the pond metamorphosed into salty tears.

Why? The gods asked it.

The lake: I weep for Narcissus.

God: Ah yes. He was a beautiful boy.

The lake: I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.

"What a lovely story", said the Alchemist and the Tab.

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What do you infer, my readers, from the above composition? Do you find the writing style unique? Is it funny? Or is Narcissus stupid?

Well but what did Narcissus do? He realized himself. What is wrong with knowing about yourself? Isn't it the meaning of life? But doesn't it spoil the fun for the ubiquitous space called the Universe.

Think, my readers. Is it really necessary to ponder over things that you have got from yourself. Things that belong to you through an eternal bond. Things that are sufficient to define a world, self-sufficient in itself, obviously. For I, I have stopped defining my world. Because over the past few months, I have realized that being contained in your own world is what makes you blind. And fall. But having a world that encompasses the universe is what makes even the universe fall beneath your feet.

Excerpt from The Alchemist

/* Just for the sake of keeping this blog updated I am posting an excerpt from this great book called The Alchemist by Paul Coelho */

"Why do we have to listen to our hearts?" the boy asked, when they had made camp that day.

"Because wherever your heart is, that is where you'll find your treasure."

"But my heart is agitated," the boy said. "It has its dreams, it gets emotional, and it's become passionate over a woman of the desert.It asks things of me, and it keeps me from sleeping many nights, when I'm thinking about her."

"Well, that's good. Your heart is alive. Keep listening to what it has to say."

During the next three days, the two travelers passed by a number of armed tribesmen, and saw others on the horizon. The boy's heart began to speak of fear. It told him stories it had heard from the Soul of the World, stories of men who sought to find their treasure and never succeeded. Sometimes it frightened the boy with the idea that he might not find his treasure, or that he might die there in the desert. At other times, it told the boy that it was satisfied: it had found love and riches.

"My heart is a traitor," the boy said to the alchemist, when they paused to rest the horses. "It doesnt want me to go on."

"That makes sense," the alchemist answered. "Naturally it's afraid that, in pursuing your dream, you might lose everything you've won."

"Well, then, why should I listen to my heart?"

"Because you will never again be able to keep it quiet. Even if you pretend not to have heard what it tells you, it will always be there inside you, repeating to you what you're thinking about life and about the world."

"You mean I should listen, even if it's treasonous?"

"Treason is a blow that comes unexpectedly. If you know heart well, it will never be able to that to you. Because you'll know it dreams and wishes, and will know how to deal with them.

You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it's better to listen to what it has to say. That way, you'll never have to fear an unanticipated blow."

The boy continued to listen to his heart as they crossed the desert. He came to understand its dodges and tricks, and to accept it as it was. He lost his fear, and forgot about his need to go back to the oasis, because, one afternoon, his heart told him that it was happy. Even though I complain sometimes," it said, " it's because I'm the heart of a person, and people's hearts are that way. People are afraid to pursue their most important dreams, because they feel that they don't deserve them, or that they'll be unable to achieve them. We, their hearts, become fearful just thinking of loved ones who go away forever, or of moments that could have been found but weren't, or of treasures that might have been found but were forever hidden in the sands. Because, when these things happen, we suffer terribly."

"My heart is afraid that it will have to suffer," the boy told the alchemist one night as they looked up at the moonless sky.

"Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second's encounter with God and with eternity."

"Every second of the search is an encounter with God," the boy told his heart. "When I have been truly searching for my treasure, every day has been luminous, because I've known that every hour was a part of the dream taht I would find it. When I have been truly searching for my treasure, I've discovered things along the way that I never would have seen had I not had the courage to try things that seemed impossible for a shepherd to achieve."

So his heart was quiet for an entire afternoon. That night, the boy slept deeply, .....................................

/* For those who haven't read this book already: Don't read it if you are seeking literary pleasure but if you want to look back at life and understand the avoidable mistakes that you might have committed or the mistakes that are on its way to being committed. */

PS: I got a drum set in my house now BWAHAHAHAHA. \m/.

I proclaim war on the Sun.

Its almost been a month into the sweltering,sweating, slumbering, slacking,sulking, sluggish climate that we more affectionately call summer. And the true it has been. While I sit in my air conditioned room and ponder what to do with time as the same goes by at its normal pace, impervious to any of the aforementioned traits of the present, I am nothing but restrained to leave my position of current comfort and continue my stillness as dusk comes by and brings with it nothing new or appreciative except the ubiquitous shade protecting us from the malevolent ball of fire from which we have no escape.But alas its nothing but temporary as it spreads its wings of heat at lightspeed, fresh every morning, upon us mere mortals and drains away the energy, the beauty and the vibrant as it remains statuesque, narcissistic, unperturbed. And I wonder can that be the source of the bombastic thing that we call dark energy. What an irony of terms when we conceive that its cause is nothing but the brightest thing tangible to human eyes.

My dear readers-god(ironically one of who is also the antagonist in the present scenario) forbid- who are experiencing the same situation as mine I solemnly plea to you that come, let us unite and prove worth that man is better than any other animaloid form.And let us not forget that the animal we are dealing with may have infinitely long reaches and around the same number of limbs but it still lacks what makes us superior.

And for the rest, I will like to say that I am not jealous at all though as atrocious as it may sound. I am having a good introverted time too which includes reading this amazing book called Dune and coding in SPOJ.

22/03

Arrgh! Havent had a good laugh in so many days.Probably it really is Quiz week and not some figment of my self-injurious imagination as it always seems to be.Well anyway, lets begin.

Workshop; As usual as usual[:)] I havent even taken my job(workpiece) 40 minutes into the class whereas all my group mates have meticulously and belligerently chosen the job to which they belonged fulfilling the hitherto unfulfilled prophecy of the iron era. PS: I was 20 minutes late to class and wasted 15 minutes extra in talking to the workshop in-charge.

Me(face glowing red by the exuberant heat produced by the turning of the shovel held by the great Devesh): Dude , you must be the one who invented the fire.

Me(to the great Vamshi recognizing his great skills in using the tongs): Dude, you must be the one who invented the hands.

Me(to the great Shankar staring in awe as he hammered all our jobs to near perfection) : Dude, I think you have taken the HammerFall concert a bit too seriously. Pun intended.

Me(to Vaibhav who is busy finding his job in the fire and already witness to the aforementioned dialogues): Now, what are you good at?

Vaibhav: I am a fucking mediocre.


MA1020; we all are filling our free elective forms for next semester maths course.

Barath(freaking his ass off on what course to choose even after making a scene for 20 mins, which includes asking the prof twice and almost everyone in the class): Macha, I can never make decisions da.
Me(nonchalantly): Oh yeah lets see, will you become gay if the situation arises?
Barath(after 10 full seconds): No.
Me: Then you can make decisions.
Barath: Macha, if its something like will you save your life from getting killed...
Me: Being gay wont kill you.
Barath: Ya it will.
Srivatsan: Then its an ill informed decision.

12/03

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Physics Lab, 9-12; as usual I have no enthu to even mark a point on the graph and hence I resort to singing.

WARNING: The following will not be least bit funny if you dont appreciate plain vanilla slapstick dumb perverted comedy.I do. For those who didnt laugh at Jon Lajoie's songs (Show Me Your Genitals, in this case), you can safely block me from all online connections you may have with me because the following may hurt really bad.

Me(to Santosh): Show me your GENITALIA...O sorry, I meant readings.
Me(to Nihit) : Show me your GENITALIA...O sorry, I meant pencil.
Me(to Shailend):Show me your GENITALIA...O sorry, I meant scale.
Me(to ...): Show.............
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And so it went for atleast 2 hours. Irritating Shailend so much he abused me. Yeah, he abused me. Why make a big deal out of it? Well this is what he said- Wonode sunni in pig's chut. That sentence used 4 odd languages. Can you translate the words?

10/03

CRC201, MA1020; sitting in the last bench is Srivatsan, and Me and Barath in front of him.

/*Everyone bored out of their mind except Barath (who is busy converting something to something polar) */
Srivatsan (to Barath): Macha, if you do this problem I will win 200k..no, sorry ,2k. I will give you 20% da.
Barath ( to everyone in the immediate surrounding) : Wtf put 50%. That is the C2D rule.
Srivatsan : What? I have already solved some 10 problems. Okay, no, 5 problems. This is the 6th and last problem.
Barath : Okay, then 1/6th
Me(who everyone thought was actually paying attention): Dude 20% was a better deal.
Barath (almost peeing in his pants)(to Srivatsan): Dude I will go with the old 20% deal.
Barath(intended to me but heard by everyone in intermediate surrounding): That is why I need a math advisor like you in such situations. In fact, why dont you solve the problem.I will give you the 2% that you just saved me.


Tapti, around 9; ice cream night in progress.


/* Hogging hazaar ice cream */
Guda: Macha I am sure this(ice cream brick) costs more than that da.
Sreshan (to Guda): Macha you are saying as if you own Amul da.
Me (to Guda): Macha you are saying as if you milked their cows da.
Sreshan ( to Guda): Macha you are saying as if you were the cow da.
Guda ( to me): Macha you fucked the cow da.
Me ( to everyone) : All your children will be studs da.


INTRO:

Hello world.This is Me.I will publish everything I think is worth publishing from my experiences of each day. Mostly it will be some situational comedy put by Me, my painful friends or the complete opposite by my prof. I will try to reproduce these instances as accurately as possible, which includes actual scene setting, tone of conversation, language, words, tangible expressions et cetera. Feel free to comment because there is a delete button for that too.