morning boy's letters on serious matters and commentary on funny things aplenty
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.
I see that the cheapest external mics for smart-phones are so cheap. Those available for dslr-like cameras are definitely pricier.
On the whole, the range of prices for mics is quite wide. I might have to buy a few of different types to understand the differences first hand. Right now a decent shotgun mic might work. But for my smartphone or big-sensor camera? That’s another decision. Stressing me.
Ex Girlfriend doesn’t quite capture her but let that be understood that we had a deep attachment.
She resides rent-free in my head for more than 2 decades. I too reside in her head rent-free; that I can quite easily gather.
We found ourselves in a really bad social situation. And she took big weird decisions. Post that, we talked on different occasions but I found myself resentful after every conversation.
While I can figure the contours of her thinking I would still like to be her for a day and see what it is like.
If you could permanently ban a word from general usage, which one would it be? Why?
MANAGE
That word ought to be banned.
MBAs abused it for long. Now most do.
It has percolated into the common parlance to such an extent that, once a word like that drops into a conversation, which it so often does and very early in the conversation, all conversation is in danger of being swept away and the person uttering that word feels like a genius to himself or herself.
What advice would you give to your teenage self?
Categorical.
Explore INDUSTRIAL DESIGN if you go to college and beyond.
And now I tried understanding the difference between engine and machine.
It seems to me as if I understood nothing about such matters back in school and, so rightfully, I am not a silly engineer.
Unbelievable what I am reading and understanding at this stage of my life. Word Blindness, atrocious!
First Google result on my screen:
Machine with moving parts converts the power into motion. A machine consumes energy whereas an engine produces energy. Engine converts heat energy to Mechanical Energy but machine converts all forms of energy to mechanical energy except heat energy. A engine runs a machine, without an engine a machine can’t run.
As much as I like to believe this, it sounds misleading. That last sentence above.
Without an engine a machine can’t run?!?!?!
Really?
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