Maybe it’s just me, but these words “sound” quite different from their actual meaning.
“Languish” in prison: Doesn’t this word make it sound as if the person is thriving in prison? How’s Mary? Oh! She’s languishing in the pool.
The girl had “eloped” with the man: This straight up sounds like she gave him a blow job.
“altruism”: sounds like either a brain disease or some kind of illegal brewing. What happened to Chuck? Oh, Chuck got caught in that “altruism” scandal.
Bohemian, which is basically a polite word for hippie, made it’s way into my brain today. How I came across this word is quite interesting. As you might know, I no read nothing. There is no way I am coming across fancy words from books. So I get excited when I see these words in places where you would least expect to find them. So when I read ‘Bohemian’ on someone’s Tinder profile, I got intrigued. Bohemian, like Bohemian Rhapsody? Freddy, you did it again. By the way, what a killer name, Farrokh Bulsara. Now, imagine a Terminator robot named Farrokh Bulsara.
Album:A Night at the Opera
Song: Bohemian Rhapsody
Writer: Freddy Mercury (born Farrokh Bulsara)
But don’t worry if you haven’t listened to this song. It’s not everyone’s cup of tea. It’s a hippie anthem, and very aptly named, now that I know what it means. The lovey folks on Tinder tend to use this word quite extensively. The reason? Expression.
Definition: Bohemianism is the practice of an unconventional lifestyle, often in the company of like-minded people and with few permanent ties. It involves musical, artistic, literary, or spiritual pursuits. In this context, bohemians may or may not be wanderers, adventurers, or vagabonds. (Wikipedia)
Noticed the letters in bold? I imagine this is key for our friends on Tinder.
The IELTS test. What is it? What went wrong? Why?
I’d like to begin this segment by just saying FUCK. FUCK FUCKITTY FUCK FUCK.
Ahem…now that that’s out of they way, lets get to the details. The IELTS is a standardized test for…oh who gives a shit? Just google it. I can’t believe I’ve been writing this shitty blog for five fucking years, and I still can’t write a letter to a friend inviting him for my damn birthday party. Unbelievable. The air conditioning in the exam hall was kept so low, my fingers wouldn’t move. It was so cold, if I peed, little yellow ice sickles would pop out.
I just went through some of my old posts and realized how profound and meaningful some of it was, compared to the dick-jokes I do now. Well, that’s because I was happier then. I was a curious young boy. The only responsibility I had was to keep a job. I also feel like the language is limiting me. There are Shakespearean thoughts, but it comes out as early-man sign language. I have a 3 month membership to Audible, and I am going to master the fuck out of this language, starting with The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho. The voice of Jeremy Irons (narrator) will tingle my senses, and awaken a beast who once terrified illiterates with complex sounding words.
Does typing things in proper grammar, using the proper punctuations, really show respect to the person you are writing to? or is it just a dumb assumption of sincerity?
I haven’t done anything out of the ordinary. I haven’t taken risks. I haven’t quit my job, and backpacked across the country. What I have done is lead a solitary life amidst chaos. What I dream about is chaos amidst solitude.
Carnatic Progressive Rock
One day I see a group of musicians (Agam) assembled inside what appears to be a new building, but old architecture. There’s a lot of mist ,black shirts and expectation. For some reason I think this has to be another fusion rock gimmick shit, but I wait, patiently, and holy shit did it pay off.
They blow my mind, especially the vocalist Harish Sivaramakrishnan. If I like somebody, I do the research. I find out this dude used to live where I used to live. I find his face very familiar. I begin to feel like I’ve seen him at music school. I find out he’s an Engineer. I find out he does TED talks. I watch a few of them. All he talks about is his sheltered upbringing, and the success he’s had by taking risks. Well, fuck me!
That’s it. I’m losing it.
I’ve been home for three days. I have no contact with the outside world. There’s no sound of traffic. I’m sick and tired of Youtube, and I have no friends.
I never thought I’d say this, but I think I want to go back to work. It’s not that bad. Maybe this is life’s way of saying, “it could get worse”. I think this is the time people need to start making resolutions. New Year’s resolutions are so not trending anymore. They should start doing the Corona Maybes. Maybe I’ll emerge out of this a new man, with new goals. Maybe I’ll get a dog. Maybe I’ll move. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll work up the courage to hug someone, cry, and tell them how I really feel.
You know what’s amazing and horrible at the same time? Science-shows hosted by celebrities. It’s heartening to see that there is a big appetite for science, but we need celebrities to explain it to us. Don’t get me wrong, I loved watching Robert Downey Jr. explain AI in the most dumbed-down way possible. I am completely for talented people explaining stuff to us. I think this needs to be adopted in schools, which is what schools should be doing in the first place, but you know, grades are a thing.
What worries me is that Science shouldn’t require popularisation. If it takes big names to ‘popularise’ AI, black holes and genetics, then that means there is something wrong with us. It also has the opposite effect where, celebrities can mislead the public by spreading misinformation backed by nonsense-science. Explaining it to us is one thing, but we need to know these things exist. We need to know that the Earth is 4,500,000,000 years old ,and that humans have existed only for 200,000 years . We need to know this stuff. No one should have to ‘popularise’ it. Why do we need to know this stuff, you ask? To understand how stuff works, to know what we are made of, to know our place in the universe, which I believe, could help us find the meaning of life.