The Sitcom Syndrome

It's a producer's dream. Viewers dig it. They relate to it. They gobble up any shit you throw at them, feed the television ratings, drive up the advertising rates, etc. All this happening makes a show successful.

My grouch is with when people try to impersonate characters they like. No matter how obnoxious, unreal or far removed from the person.

I'm no Martin Luther King but...

...I had a dream. I wouldn't call it weird because you can't expect dreams to obey logic and physics and maths. Some do but not all. In that way they complied to the build and structure of most dreams. Since the majority are abnormal, abnormal is the new normal.

So I had a dream in which I reach Gokul for a class.
But it is cancelled. I meet the teacher, she's my teacher from school and she's leaving in a hurry. She has somewhere to go and she's cancelling class.
So I decide to chill.
I see a friend at table. Delighted I, go to join him. But he's had enough of drinks. He motions that he could puke anytime and he stumbles his way out of Gokul.
So I look around to see if anyone else I know is around.
I step out of Gokul, I recognize a pretty girl and wave out to her but she's too busy hailing a cab in the rain and is soon gone.
Dejected, I take consolation in the fact that I can still go back to bed.
Then i realized I have a job.
And that I couldn't just chill anymore.

I woke up at that point, and I had to get up and come here to work through the rain.
It just broke my fucking spirits.

Supersenses

All of us have senses. We see, hear, smell, speak and feel things.

Some, like Haley Joel Osment's character from The Sixth Sense sense things that aren't/ are there metaphysically. Like ghosts. The future. WMD's in Iraq. Great potential in Munaf Patel. Spider sense?

A friend of mine sees meanings and messages in body language, smells ghost farts (dramatic emotions accompanied), tells us about having sensed a person's/celebrity's impending a day before after the news breaks of said person's death. Amongst other paranormal phenomenon.

I call him a loon.

Poetry, in one, two, three

I think the Japanese contribution to the global society and culture in terms of technology and art forms is wonderful. Seriously, I'd give them a best civilization award for their role behind samurai codes, hand held video games, man made landscapes, earthquake proof architecture, anime cartoon style, the crippling of America's automobile industry among others.

Something I especially appreciate is the Haiku form of poetry. It is poetry without pretensions, a sharp observation, a wistful wish and something that lends itself to any subject. Moreover, it's something a brick brain like me can write and delight in.

My mind wandered while waiting for my train to work today. I know of a couple from where I used to live. They have been married for about 13 years I'll guess. It was a love marriage. The guy is from a small village. He came to the big city, got a low level job and it's all he can do to keep it. She was from a poor household, took up a job to help out the family, under-appreciated. The two met, found something common, fell in love, stood upto their parents. Now, they have two kids, not very well off but they're still very much in love. So this one goes out to them:

I love you a lot.
But my folks are not like us.
A love marriage then?

Retelling old tales in new ways

5 out of 9 working hours are spent trying to grasp execubabble, thus rendering it obsolete for the very purpose it was created: to describe complex processes with just a word/phrase.

Execubabble however lends itself very entertainingly for other purposes. From the gem of a class act here's a retelling of a classic.

Ramayana - Core Value Proposition

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