The Dream

Human mind is a strange thing. How does it process information that is morally wrong? How can someone go ahead with an action such as stealing or murder? The mind knows that it is wrong. At what point does the mind tide over the right and wrong question? I am sure that the mind provides a justification behind which every immoral action can hide or it probably provides a confounded logic as a platform on which can lie this act of immorality. The platform shields the mind from the ethical question and all the debate there is. It just provides a blanket go ahead. What a dangerous platform! But another way to see it is – you break the platform you break the person’s confounded logic. There might be hope yet. What is pleasure? How do we experience it? Pleasure is skin deep. It is felt through the cursory senses. The touch, sight, sound. Pleasure is response to stimuli. There are things that provide you pleasure. There is no right or wrong question. You cant deny the things that provi...

Go stand in front of the mirror. What do you see? Describe that person. How accurately can you describe him/her? Is your description right? According to who? You? We live in a world where there are absolutes and relatives. The absolutes make our lives better. For example science and technology. The relatives keep us hungry. For example, the need to be better, the need to be appreciated, the need to be included. The absolutes set you on a quest where you can find gold at your destination. The relatives will set you on a quest where you will find just another quest at the destination. What’s more important? Should we put our trust in the absolutes only or should we put our trust in the ongoing quest of relatives? I don’t really know. I guess, there is no absolute answer to it. What do you see in that mirror? If you see a guy or a girl with hair on the head, a nose in the middle, 2lips, 2 eyes and 2 ears, you see the absolute. If you see a person who is beautiful, a person who h...

It is just fun to gaze. I think, as I exit the airport into the only swift roads of Bangalore. A few fleeting moments of seamless movement before I get enveloped by cars and surrounded by the cacophony of car horns. Jo Nesbo is awesome company on a flight I realize. He has a knack of making the pages move. Somewhere between the smooth roads of Bangalore and the hangover of a few pages of a freshly read Nesbo I write this. The temptation is to get philosophical but I feel my philosophical logic is flawed at times. I also feel it loses relevance under certain circumstances. That kind of philosophy is actually no philosophy. So I will stay clear. We move past cars and brightly lit hoardings. These billboards promise a great life. They have everything from a great home to a great loan for it. The idea seems as far as the boards. Bangalore traffic is weird. The traffic rules of this city is perplexing for a new driver. One of such things is the one way toll booth that we are approachi...