morning boy's letters on serious matters and commentary on funny things aplenty
Who was your most influential teacher? Why?
School time. Long long back.
The teachers who influenced me the most slapped me because I was very enthusiastic, may be overly enthusiastic, and they didn’t like it.
They inspired me to stop paying attention to what they taught.
What do you wish you could do more every day?
Yes. I wish I could distribute more and more amazing messages every day.
Like:
FIRST YOU SHAPE THE BUILDING,
THEN THE BUILDING SHAPES YOU.
Or, like:
NOTHING IMPORTANT COMES WITH INSTRUCTIONS.
Some amazing messages, aren’t these!
These are not quotes. Quotes have become graphical. Cluttersome too. Favorite on Linkedin. Lost almost all meaning.
Even if they are quotes, they stop being quotes if you ponder a bit after reading them. They become worms. Cute worms. Sharp worms. Lovely worms.
What is one word that describes you?
One word to describe myself?
Sunday
2nd attempt:
River
3rd attempt:
Playground
4th attempt:
Atomic
Aah, that’s enough exercise for the morning.
That is a tough tough question.
What was the best compliment you’ve received?
Best compliment, does that exist?
Like, if someone compliments me for my smile, and if someone else compliments me for my collection of books, can I compare the two and decide which one’s better.
Best Compliment is a faux category.
But beautiful compliments can be regarded as best compliments anyway.
Now, beautiful compliments depend on deep perceptions or reflections. And wording a beautiful compliment is a compliment to the complimenter in the first place.
Look at the patterns of Polka Dots on any surface. Garments, upholstery, painting et al. Uniform and mostly looks beautiful.
Imagine that trees of a type are all uniform. Trunk, branches, twigs, leaves… That feels like horror.
Look at children all dressed in uniforms. Normally they look beautiful not because of their uniforms but because of the fact that they are children, in different heights, and faces with different characteristics of childhood.
Packaged food on the shop-shelves, am sure you can’t make up your mind to determine whether you’ve ever found them beautiful.
This is one of my diagnoses. Negative feelings emerge because of lack exploration in one’s life.
Quite obviously then, the strategy to cope with negative feelings can be expressed in one just word: EXPLORE.
But let me go a little further. Because once you offer a strategy, the next obvious question is “How?”
How to explore?
One of the surest ways of exploring is STOP LOOKING INWARDS. Repeat that with me. STOP LOOKING INWARDS. In other words, STOP LOOKING AT YOURSELF. In other words, STOP LOOKING WITHIN YOURSELF. Shift your focus. Shift it outwards. Sit at bench in a good busy street. Watch others as they pass by. Look at their faces. If anyone or anything interests you, try to imagine their past, even their future.
How to explore?
Attempt various movements. Like moving for dancing. Moving for exercising. Moving your fingers over musical instruments to extract some tune of them. Moving to just go about your town, especially the places you’ve never been to.
What activities do you lose yourself in?
Mornings, I lose myself in thinking about what exactly to do in the coming hours of the day.
Then, I lose myself in thinking about her. I just woke up from a long night in which I dreamt of being in conversation with her brother. I remember telling him, “Actually, you have been thinking too rationally and that has resulted in a loss to you, to me and to her. You didn’t think emotionally.”
And these days I have taken to recording some videos. Pushing those videos into different channels consumes me.
And then there is the ever dreadful mapping of software as a machine that is never fully made but stalks and haunts my credit card all the same.
Given these very unnerving things above, I try to lose myself in sprints, chin ups, push ups, kettle bell swings, and such…
What movies or TV series have you watched more than 5 times?
Watching movies or TV series 5 times? That does not happen. Of all the activities, watching is the last thing on my list.
If I did that I would be quite ashamed of myself. Furious too perhaps. Bored too.
Reading consumes most of my time. What’s left, must be spent on moving myself to do things.
Reading involves a lot of sitting. And so does watching. I can’t sit that much.
Nothing deserves so much of watching. Least of all, movies and TV series.
Which animal would you compare yourself to and why?
Compare?
I wake up like a different animal every morning.
Let me reword this question for myself then.
Which animal would you wake up as in the morning and why?
Sloth Bear
Giant Panda
Red Panda
Sloth
Elephant
All such possibilities…
But I like to sprint and I doubt if these animals like to…
The way they have been translated into cuddly soft toys to play with, perhaps that makes me want to wake up as one…
Where would you go on a shopping spree?
In my case, the way my habits and experiences have added up, I rarely have a shopping spree.
But I certainly do go on rare occasions and it is very difficult where exactly the spree takes place.
The latest shopping spree took place at a little tailor’s shop that I may have passed by for years but without much interest to step in. In need of some decent clothing, on someone’s recommendation, I took a chance.
They got the fit of my first pair of pants right, and I went on a spree selecting fabrics for more stitching. I ended up getting 9 pairs of trousers and 11 shirts stitched in total.
Is that a shopping spree? May be. Normally I am on a searching spree before I decide to shop for even a single object.
Can you answer the question at the end of this short clip? I think you can. Try.
#names #brandnames #questions #naming #parking
What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain.
One question!? That is too less.
I hate being asked no less than 1000 questions. No less! Yes.
But then I like to discuss answers of any question if I am chatting with you, and you are keen to answer the same question too.
Say on a morning like this, I would hate being asked:
What are you doing on your phone right after waking up?
What is making you type so feverishly early morning?
Why are you on your phone again?
Can you stay away from your phone, at least in the mornings?
Early morning I tried arranging my camera and equipment for vlogging.
I was happy to notice that I have the stuff using which I can vlog. And I really don’t need to spend on extra stuff. Need nothing urgently at least.
And doing a few trials made me realize that I talk slow. And linking thoughts quickly is not that smooth for me. And I would have to practise and build a habit of looking into the cyclopic lens and talking for longer durations.
Good start though.
You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?
Staring at the grass, head tilting down, she said, “He coaxed me into loving him.”
What are three objects you couldn’t live without?
Would pen and paper count as 1 object? Okay, let’s count it for 1.
But then, would paper in different sizes and different bindings count as 1? Count them as 1. Please please! Thank you.
So, go again.
Pen and paper
Running Shoes
Pull-up bars
I was perenially dissatisfied with my exercise routines and reminders until I installed a pull-up bar.
I want to revise the list.
List 3 objects again.
My Studio
Running Shoes
Mobile Phone
Charger, should that be a part of the mobile phone? Just fuel station is a part of car?
Is infrastructural stuff an object? Is spatial enclosure like my studio an object? Wait, you can’t say this planet is an object. That’s like cheating and philosophical.
How do these prompts invert my head to ask all such questions.
I have to refine this list of precious 3.
3 again.
My Studio
My Playground
My Motorcycle
Now that kinda sounds right.
What all?
Stock market, where operators trade in equities and other kinds of units/assets…
Start-ups for venture capitalists are ‘stock’.
Parcels of land for land-dealers are ‘stock’.
CVs in the databases of recruitment agencies are ‘stock’.
Earrings in my inventory boxes are ‘stock’.
Am I ‘stock’?
Am I ‘cog in the wheel’?
I may be a stock-handler or stock-manager for the venture capitalist, a motor to power the wheel of the carriage containing all the stock.
I am just a stock-handler.
The capitalist is in a meta-position. He is the original stock holder, and trader, and venture capitalist, land owner or land dealer.
There are invisible playing fields. And sometimes un-understandable games happening in those playing fields.
You may feel dragged, by the field, by the games, by the players, and by your desire to belong to the mix right now.
Ads on social media feel like fast-moving spiders.
Also a good way to get a flavor of the category.
Do you enjoy your job?
Say I replace the word ‘enjoy’ with some other expression.
Confuse?
Do you confuse your job?
Thrill?
Do you thrill your job?
Hammer?
Do you hammer your job?
Nail?
Do you nail your job?
Polish?
Do you polish your job?
Enjoy has multiple invisible meanings.
There are times when I don’t enjoy my job. When I recognize that ‘enjoy’ involves invisible meanings and start applying the meanings, and write them out, I enjoy it.
This prompt is double-edged.
Meaning # 1: A phase you would love to live forever in.
Meaning # 2: A phase that sticks to you like mad, love or no love.
Look, am going through a phase that just feels like going on forever. And it’s a mixed bag. That kind that could make anyone shake and shiver.
I’ve figured a design that I’ve had a really hard time getting translated through the hands of tailors into an amazing pair of pants; I desire to turn it into a commercial venture. How many iterations? I’ve lost count. While I’ve learned through all these efforts over the last few years, I feel like I must say goodbye to this phase now and start testing it in the market.
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