mobile rant 5

This note should be thought of more than a mere note, its my pouring
ne thoughts into a form that's expressible, readable, and probably
publishable to an audience. I have noticed more and more that i'm
becoming more of a person that expresses thoughts in long sentences.
Short is effective, or so i've heard.

Recently i acquired possession of my e50 again, thanks to a dear
accomplice. Now i'm able to marvel yet again the proficiency and the
level of excellence that man tends to achieve ho pursuing the goal of
combining so many little and useful gadgets and work-arounds and nifty
little softwares in so small a device.

How long has it been that the corporate giants have made it there
vision to enslave the world in its digital gadgeteries and electronic
franchising? Do we realize how difficult it is to survive a day,
rather an hour, without our mobile phones and pagers? Its the
multi-billion dollar conglomerates that have made us forgotten what a
simple letter would do for a long distance call won't. Or what small
children would do to get their parent's attention when they are busy
setting up nannies and contacting baby sitters for their kids, all the
while shunting their kids from the cruel yet busy schedules they've so
often got. Do the parents today realize how much time they're giving
to their growing ones between the day jobs and the
homework-thats-actually-the-office-work-brought-home?!

The answer to all the above controvartial questions is a deafening and
booming NO! We need to give time to our kids. We need to get in touch
with our lives, literally. Rather than texting a relative on season's
greetings, why not give one a call this time?! Instead of making your
kids watch Baby t.v this evening, why not spare an hour for fun and
parenting! Surely it would be relaxing and one may even be more
productive with an enjoyable life than one without one! Getting the
point? And never should anyone say no to an episode of Boston Legal
once every two three days... Its fun, its quirky, its witty, its aaall
... Denny Craine!

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Mobile rant 3

On a finer note, i'd like to comment on what happens when fathers take
the important and heavily influential, in terms of consequences on the
life of their children yet have little thought of, decisions of
spending their lives away from their home and kids and spouse in order
to, wait for this part - here comes the irony, earn a living for them
and their future. Ironic! Isn't it!?

I mean, let's look at it and try to analyze a stereotypical case of
such relevance and see where we go from there. On one hand, we have a
man who has, or atleast tried to, worked hard all his life to get a
job to get married and have kids, because frankly that's what life's
all about in our culture, get a job to get a family. Now when a man
tries and achieves this target, he gets married or gets ready to be
and do so. When he does eventually get married, he enjoys it for a
while and then gets on with life again, which has changed a bit for
him, (We'll come to the spouse and children part later!.) this new
life has as his duty the providence of livelyhood to his family, and
keeping alive in the tough world of competitiveness and hard work. So,
he does so happily. He brings home money to be enjoyed by his family
to live their livelyhood to the fullest, if not barely live their
lives in case of barely-meeting-the-ends kinda examples. So this bloke
enjoys a bit of comfort in providing shelter, home and safety to his
family he so pleasingly feeds and maybe even loves.

What's wrong with this picture? Why isn't anything wrong yet? Well the
thing is that everything goes smooth and fine, supposedly, till we
reach a point where the kids, in this case we'll suppose there are...
I'm inclined to say four but... Two, tend to gain height and start
asking questions and behaving in such a way that every parent ip made
to think whether the kids of any other family do that? Or do any other
parents have to face such dilemmas? But this is just the fun part.
Problems start to come when a child does something so outrageous or
disbelieving that one parent asks another who's fault is it!? Mothers
defend themselves and the kid first most of the times, and blame the
husband in the end. Fathers think mothers tend to spoil the kids. So
many rights and wrongs, who's right and who's left! Wrong i mean?!
Well then a bit time later arguments arise in the perfect little
family as to whose fault is it that their son comes home too late and
doesn't talk or share much with them. They keep blaming each other,
shouting sometimes lovingly sometimes angrily sometimes, and in the
meanwhile the child however old he or she is, affected. So much so
that he or she might have thoughts of committing suicide. If only had
the father spent a little more time with his son...!

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Mobile rant 3

How many times has it been that i have made my mind to blog about
something and it either escaped my mind or else i was too lazy to do
it? Its usually the latter one, but anyhow, there isn't a count.
Writing from the mobile, there are times when publishing what i want
to is easier and quick through the gprs, but mostly its just the same
old, same old. Eye ee, the usual lack of resources. Economics tells us
they are always scarce...

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Mobile rant 1

A lot of times one would think that - given the highly uncircumstantial evidence of irony, cynicism, mediocre behavior and the utter disregard for what others might think - some people are simply too dumb and dim. Blinded by the egos, deluded by the thought that they are the only ones knowingly doing the best they can for others and themselves. To tell the truth, i simply adore this notion of 'self righteousness'. It gives one the momentary pleasure of doing the right thing! Its blissful! No doubt!

But what of those who have or might have veered a teeny tiny bit further ahead of the seemingly big headed ones?! Should such not be given a chance to at least speak!? And if listened to, should it not be considered for a moment that they might be saying or suggesting some thing better than what the blissfully blessed may have at work in their idle workshops!!

Yes! They DO deserve a chance, and a good one at that. Passing on such chances, acting on one's own instincts might seem reasonable and very much logical, if not lucrative, when there is a quick decision to be made... but what happens to the times when our seniors and elders do NOT have the daunting and responsible task of making quick decisions?

What of the moments that require a little, if not complete, indulgence, confidentiality and counselling with the party involved! Eye E, the juniors! This culture, this country i should rather say, deprives and continues to deprive such chances every day in millions at any given moment,whether its a yet-to-prove-himself bachelor's ambitious dream career being brushed under a carpet along with other broken dreams stuffed under the same ragged piece of cloth, or whether its a matter of choosing who a stubborn father's daughter should spend the rest of her life with... It usually comes to this, what will the seniors say?! Why the ... Does it matter so much!?

Is it because the religion says so? Yes we are a religious country. Yes we pride ourselves so stupidly and valiantly on occasions for that, and truly so! Religion says, bottom line, informed consent. Its THAT simple.

What's the legal status? I say legalities allow an eighteen years and above sane adult male to do whatever he or she wants as long as its legal and not violating the rights of others.

Is aiming to become a fashion designer a crime? Do we have to pass a 'fitwa' every time a girl want to marry someone she likes when both parties are agreeing but their arrogant and morés ridden families aren't allowing? Is it really illegal to have someone else do the chores for you!?! WHERE is this country and its peoples going with this?! Where am I going with this!! No idea seriously... But jokes aside, and to be brief and concluding, this nation is in a state of psychological mess! And it needs a shrink ASAP! I don't know what Jinnah thought of when he planned to un-mingle two mingled-up nations, but he didn't, wouldn't, couldn't, and - i personally think - shouldn't have planned for this bowl of salad! 

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Love, and stuff.

Image by ✖Haiyeen ®✖ via Flickr

And to think that WAPDA would behave during fasting was expecting too
much of them i guess...

I was talking about love, last i remember. How does one really know -
as they say beyond all reasonable doubt - that one's in love? Is it
circumstantial? If so, what are the circumstances? The big question
remains, what is love!? More importantly, i think, what do i think of
it or how do i perceive it?

Love, in context of her majesty, would be my unconditional affection,
or strong liking, or high affinity for her. Seeing as i already tend
to think of her for most of the day, i don't doubt I'm on one stage or
the other of love - assuming there ARE stages in love! - albeit the
initial or intermediate stage.

When i say 'thinking of her', I'm referring to me imagining her in
various ways. I have imagined her countless-ly in the past two years of
my so called love for her. The way i imagine her has mostly been in
the form of her carrying out tasks that i would love to see her doing,
or in the form of actions i see others perform and wish for her to do
it in front of me as to how she would look like doing it. And the
tasks range from waking up sleepily to sleeping sleepily, virtually
anything i can get my mind veer to. And here comes the fun part!...

...I tend to block every and all things sexual that i can think of
when thinking of her, its almost automatic now! I don't know... May be
I've conditioned myself as such for so long that to think of her in
any way that disrespects her image or threatens her innocence is
blocked away by my mind or an unconscious attempt is made at least. And
this alone may well be my grounds for the notion that i might be in
love with her majesty Princess X!

I'm starting to like this mo-blogging more and more now.

I do sometimes think about what type of relationship do we have here.
I can't give it a name but love. Another big question is whether she
loves me too or not?! But I'm mostly not worried about that, not
wanting something in return, may be that's the selfish side of my
nature in some weird way... It so happens i tend to get frustrated at
times to how oblivious she can be to some of the facts i try to tell
her about me and sometimes about both of us, or maybe its just that i
can't express my feelings for her more clearly - you see!? I did it
again, the automated defense system i have for her, this is
psychologically weird! I am, for the record, considered somewhat weird
in my social circle - enough.

The frustration arises rarely, but it does. It happens when i am
usually trying to tell her or just simply tell her straight away i
like her a lot. She normally replies with an honest attempt to respond
either equally or to an emotional extent that I'm satisfied she has
tried so. This is my observation and opinion. One may very reasonably
wonder what is so frustrating about all this. Well, wait for it...

It's not frustrating at the point anymore, it becomes frustratingly
agonizing! I've told her so many times and she has noticed and asked
me of it, that why do i become moody at times? She's also inquired me
countlessly if she has ever bored me... Her innocence, you see!? How
can someone i, supposedly, love bore me.. Back to the frustration.

You see that she is too innocent, or at least i think she is. For her
age and maturity, she does seem too good to be true. But either she is
a gift from God or else she's one helluva'n actress! At times i have
felt that she's trying desperately to wind me up enough to just
explode with my emotions for her and let her know how i feel, maybe
that would give her an excuse for letting some of her own feelings
out! Kinda playing the 'you started it first!' card... Maybe I'm wrong
for the actress part... Maybe I'm right for the you started it first
thing! She does seem innocent enough for it, and i also do have the
tendency to snap at times. Who doesn't! She cried once because i was
harsh to her, though her low B.P was in play but it does feel great,
someone caring enough to cry for you...

This is where it might get ugly. I mentioned earlier that i can be
selfish, right? Hell that's even my e.mail, selflessly selfish! Maybe
that's what i am! My frustration arises when she fails to return the
compassion with which i address her, my agony rises when i feel this
failure of hers, which, may or - very hopefully - may not be in her
capacity, she has done so many times.

All of this of course happens so during the time-line in which i am in.
The one that includes her, too. Hence i continue to love her - before,
after and during - all such times.. So i can't really dislike her,
strike that, i can't dislike her at all if I'm in love with her! And i
think I've already established the fact that I'm IN it with her, at
whatever stage, IN whatever.

I've been writing in this particular post for quite some days now,
maybe almost a week. Editing and changing it, adding newer thoughts
every now and then whenever i feel up to it, kinda on the fly, as i
have it on my cell phone.

So finally, I've decided that I'll edit this post no more and move on.
She talked to me the other night, and said that she is totally OK with
the decision her parents made for her better-half...

What more could i want!? Dunno, no idea..

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