Life...

I've always had this impending question...
What IS life?
Life is that state in which we are considered to be living.Or a more scientific approach would be that is it the characteristic state or condition of a
living organism.
We all just want to live. That's been the age-old trend. While medieval alchemists struggled
to find that one formula to make base metal into gold, witch doctors and even men of holy
austerities tried in vain to concoct that potion which would make man immortal.King Hiranakashyapa, when granted one wish in return for his rigorous penance, asked that he
be made immortal.Well, why go into mythology?Harry Potter's Philosopher's Stone IS the elixir of life, a substance believed to maintain life indefinitely.So everyone who's tasted life's goodness seems to want to live longer.But there are always TWO sides to a coin.There are those others who would give ANYTHING to die...
They'd give LIFE itself...
The horrific number of suicide cases right here in college send chills down my spine.
The desire to DIE overpowers the desire to LIVE.This seems to go against the Laws of Nature...
Ever seen a cockroach in your kitchen that frantically tries to run away from the imploring threat of a 'chappal' attack waiting to be imparted on it by the disgusted cook?
Have you come across a 3 legged ant with half a missing abdomen trudging along?
Ever witnessed a floundering fish flapping about, trying to get back into the water?
A Mulberry tree razed to the ground sprouting new leaflets and auxiliary branches...
Nature has indeed ensured that every living being has an inborn desire to live.
Now the ENTIRE process of evolution is to be blamed for humans to portray even a slight hint
of a suicidal tendency. Being on the top of the evolutionary chain, we've developed the
power of THINKING. (nothin' new here, been learning this from grade 1!) but that's possibly THE only thing different (psychologically) between human beings and the rest of the Animal and Plant kingdoms.
But i'm still trying to figure out the answer to that question that I asked.
What IS life?
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I'm STILL drawing a BLANK.
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Guess we'll all hafta LIVE to find out, eh?!

Dee Logic!

BREAKING NEWS: Deepika Nandagopal has confessed to being the sole master-mind behind this deadly brain consuming disease.

Readers beware: the contents of this article may be highly injurious(mentally) to sane people.

DISCLAIMER: The writer does not claim any responsibility for any part of the article as it
may be mind-consuming.

SYMPTOMS: acute mental derangement, inability to tear eyes away from monitor screen when logged on to still-waters-run-deep.blogspot.com, derailment of train of thoughts, tendencies
to wilfully bang head against nearest object...

Dee Logic...
it's THE Logic of today! well, at least for ME!!! Layman (but in Dee Logic it's LAME-man) does't get the way it works.
HINT: it's actually really easy to comprehend if you shed all brain-related thinking...

MODES OF CONTRACTION OF DISEASE Dee Logic:Crack a nonsensical pun, go totally berserk in your thoughts...
That's a good start to learning Dee Logic! Carve out various paths for the flow of imagination...
unleash your zany side! THAT'S the essence of Dee Logic. Go WILD up in the head. Soon it'll dethrone George Boole's 0's and 1's...
ANARCHY will build its foundations on Dee Logic someday.
Refer current and future articles on this blog to excavate the DEEP DARK world of DEE
LOGIC...

P.S. RED ALERT: you have officially succumbed to the aforementioned disease...
HA HA HA HA HA (psychopathic sinister evil laugh..)
THE READING OF THIS ARTICLE IS SUICIDAL...
YOU ARE NOW A VICTIM OF THIS DISEASE AND HAVE OFFICIALLY ENTERED THE DOOMED AISLES OF Dee Logic... (EVIL, BLOOD-CURLING, MURDEROUS LAUGH. BEWARE...
IT HAUNTS YOU...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

About 'em lizards!

I've had the priviledge of meeting all kinds of ummm... creatures here in NITK. (trust me, i
don't just mean the guy-folk out here!) what i really mean to say is, the variety of flora, fauna AND the insects they house ALONG WITH their respective reptile predator species is astonishing!all amazing to admire...
FROM AFAR...
NOT inside MY room, MY shelf or that sad excuse for a cupboard that we're provided with here in NITK's Girl's Block.Well having graduated from being petrified of these miniature Komodo-dragons to just giving them spiteful stares when we encounter, i think that hostel life in this wilderness has taught me something! A friend once suggested that if i could just name 'em all(i.e. the ones in my room here), i'll feel all chummy with 'em and i can get over this undying hatred that seems to be an innate inherent quality (mom's terrified of lizards, to say the least!).But after exhausting innovative names like Lizzie, Liz and Liza for the ones that(i baptised
and thought vehemently) belonged to the fairer sex, and King Liz I to XVIII, my imagination
ran dry. Moreover, who can keep track of the names and faces? So it was back to living with these four-legged creatures that saw the world upside-down from their coffee-shop on the ceiling.But there's this one particular lizard that efficiently scuttles in and out of my room whenever i open or close the door. (request on my behelf: DON'T tell my roomie... She's
worse than me... She'd FREAK out!!!)I find it really hard to believe myself, but i've developed a sort of liking for this chap.
He totally clears out of my path and just minds his own business. I am happy to say that we
share a healthy pseudo-paying-guest relationship. I give him the room, he gets rid of the
mosquitoes.
Hmmm... guess i've FINALLY realised that lizards are not so bad after all. AND that they'd
make great room-mates! Forget about ALL-OUT and stinky mosquito repellent coils. INSTEAD go get yourself a Liz-buddy today. Guaranteed protection from flies and mosquitoes in those dreary hours of the night when the electricity board decides to take a nap and cuts off the power supply...

HUTCH jana (translation from kannada: mad folk)

As soon as Hutch came up with this 100-messages-free-to-any-cell offer, i've been bombarded
with messages...not too flattering, considering that the whopping influx was only due to on-the-house or should i say on-the-hutch messaging... whatever!!!
but do people fail to understand that my invaluable reply costs me 60ps?
GRRRRR.....
it's infuriating how callous people can get when they expect on-a-daily-basis replies for
supposed eternal enigmas like "hi! whatcha doin'?"SHEESH!!now if BSNL (to which i am an ardent subscriber) could cut us some slack and provide the same facilities... i can assure you that the aforementioned eternal question would've been answered to at length, with a few extra smileys appended!words of encouragement from pals to get myself a Rs. 99 Hutch prepaid ("MORON! go buy a bloody Hutch sim...") have had nil effect.
i got thinking as to why i was so attached to the BSNL sim. The only three things that popped into my head were:
1. my mom bought this for me...
but NAH... that's really not the issue here, cuz she'll do the paying for the Hutch sim too...
2. mom and i stood for 5 hours in the meandering queue in front of the BSNL office to get
the sim when the offer was out...(could be a good reason to keep the sim, but not as good as the 3K that i'll make by selling it...)
3. finally, the only sane enough reason for my affinity to the BSNL sim is probably this:
initially when i stepped into this godforsaken land of NITK, only BSNL subscribers were
fortunate enough to get signal EVERYWHERE (trust me, i got signal even in the loo...).but now EVERYONE else seems to get good signal, so i'm back to square one!!
well, i'm still debating if selling BSNL's worth it...after all, HUTCH is a private telecom co. and for them, the catch phrase (written in the world's most miniscule font size is) : "offer subject to changes in market conditions" or some crap like that...

Reflections of a hungry soul...

When the mind is deprived of intellectual enlightenment, it seems a fortress...
and i an unworthy inmate...
but now i am an escaped convict...
unleashed...
i have earned the freedom to reflect...
the thoughts come chugging into the platform of my mind...
while i sail into the dreary waters...
hoping to catch glimpse of that beacon of Light frrom the lighthouse in the distance...
treacherous rocks evoke a sense of forboding...
thick fog threatens to shroud the vessel...
the waters beckon enticingly...
to come away with them...
down...deep down...
they are no longer still...

MPD: Multiple Personality Disorder

The first time that i'd ever heard of this absolutely FREAKY disorder was in Sidney
Sheldon's "Tell me your dreams". That was way back in grade 7. well for me, it was the dawn
of a new era of grotesque enlightenment. The gravity of situation got me thinking...MPD's victim has been a victim all her life...Being sexually molested since childhood, she is driven to states of mental turmoil so acute that she drifts subconciously to her alter egos...
The docile one and the murderer who seeks revenge...
She finds solace in swiching off from her life.To completely 'switch off'...
Now, that's something i'd love to do.So maybe being a victim of MPD's not so bad after all, huh? (sorry, crude joke). Another thing that's strikingly similar to the MPD (well at least in some respects) is something i learned from the swamis of ISKON, who conducted these classes in the ISTE seminar hall on weekends. Since i have as much knowledge as probably an ant has about Physics, when it came to the Vedas and the Gita, i took his word as God's own!He said that man is made up of three basic components: the MIND, the BODY and the SOUL. The mind is where all the thought processsing that governs our actions occurs, the soul is the actual living part that has been sent to this 'loka' to carry out a particular mission, and the body is merely a vehicle that we are equippped with to accomplish that task.So in essence, we are 3 components...just like a person sufferring from MPD...
All this really may not have a connection in any logical sense, but the thought remains: are
we all victims of MPD to some extent?
like say when we blank out during an exam. An exam for which we have prepared adequately...
where do we go in our heads then, in those few bleak moments?
Or say when we drift into our afternoon siesta and can't remember the dreams...?
What could possibly be the reason for saying or acting in a way that's totally unlike us...?
Don't we all have those moments when being aware of our surroudings takes a backseat?
Well, whatever the case may be, i had a great time penning these "elementary" thoughts....