morning boy's letters on serious matters and commentary on funny things aplenty
What is the greatest gift someone could give you?
Company while moving, sitting, working… Company.
Next greatest gift? Am divided between these two options: an intriguing book or a luscious kiss.
There’s always enough time to not have to resort ‘either or’. 3 ‘and’ gifts. Am I smart?
What colleges have you attended?
I wonder why anyone would be interested in knowing the colleges I attended.
I attended a college to do my Bachelors in Commerce. I didn’t even question why the degree is title Bachelors!
Then I attended a college for entrepreneurship. You can’t undergo a systematic study of entrepreneurship to become an entrepreneur. That causation is very suspect to me.
And the I attended another college to study Marketing Communication. They do not have a course to create couplets there. Would you believe it!
Organic environment feels like bricolage. Doesn’t mean you can’t adopt a palette of hues.
A deliberately adopted palette of hues can make bricolage look organic and beautiful all the same.
Do you play in your daily life? What says “playtime” to you?
Play and playtime?
Wrestling,
Wrenching,
Coaxing,
These words into good shape,
Shape such that they sound great.
Reading is visuosonic process.
I am misleading you. A little bit.
It is a sonic process.
What is a ‘word’?
It doesn’t change when you are reading, writing or speaking and listening.
While reading you are looking at a word?
While writing you are creating a word in a visual shape?
While speaking you are creating a word in some sound-like thing?
While listening you are hearing a word in se sound-like thing?
After you look at a word while reading, that looking creates a sound. Without that sound, there is nothing. No word, no meaning.
Look serves the sound.
What are your biggest challenges?
Look, at this moment, it is to capture my idea in a rhyming, meter-matched couplet. Been going on days now and I am not yet close to crafting that couplet.
What makes you feel nostalgic?
Motorcycling at certain times of the day, under certain kinds of lights, passing by certain spaces, and the scent, the scent, that scent held by the air around, sometimes carried by the breeze…
I just got the clutch-cable replaced and my motorcycle is sprightly again, as if my legs have resumed fast bowling… Sources of nostalgia are strange I tell you.
I want to write rhymes
I want to play rhymes
I want to work on rhymes
Most of all
I want to dream of rhymes.
I want to dream of rhymes.
When are you most happy?
Finding a good book makes me most happy. But hold on, it isn’t that simple.
It is a sequence of decisions.
I decide to browse titles on certain topics.
Certain titles pique my interest, so I read the descriptions.
Then I sample the book with the most interesting description by reading the first few pages.
I really look forward to the first few pages, usually called preface or introduction. Those first few pages, if they rivet me, I know picking the book up was a great decision. And that really makes me happy.
Nothing like making a great decision.
Mornings and nightly mornings way before dawn…
Some meaning that was attributed to the word PASSION moved to the word EMOTION.
I am not sure how deliberately and consciously we look at such movements of meanings.
New meanings also get created and get attributed to the same words which did not mean those things at all.
Crazy!
Human beings’ search for the inarticulable among words creates more words and yet more words, theories and yet more theories.
Some help, many don’t.
It might appear upon plenty of digging that certain words got created out of a need for change, more than anything else, more than accuracy or precision.
It’s always this thing in my case. And it is not the last thing because it is a repetitive thing, almost every morning. So, I repeat the last thing I might say.
Browsing titles of books triggered by certain words. Sampling. And reading. In between, writing here.
I mean Facebook Feed Extractor.
I want something like that to analyze the feed that I am scrolling. Would open a bit the tightly shut algorithmic blackbox that influences the way I use my time.
Would you want one? Is there already one available?
Is your life today what you pictured a year ago?
I don’t picture, but I do not think if I had pictured one year back I would have pictured this.
But you see pictures can intersect. So writing the way I am doing, I would surely have pictured if I had pictured.
Am tempted to explore the INBOX WORLD.
Is that a good name? INBOX WORLD. What do you make of it?
Where does data reside? In a database?
Want to move data? Move the database. How?
Portability? Publishing templates like blogs can often be ported; I haven’t tried it but I can imagine coz the template is simple enough generally. And yet, there could be problems.
Can you withdraw all your data? And keep where?
Skills or Lessons? Skills and Lessons?
I’ve been trying to develop my skills of digging, burrowing and sliding into the rabbit hole of newsletters. I have taken some steps. Lesson is, the variety in software is no less than variety in fashion-wear.
Also I’ve been trying to develop the skill of staying away from scrolling on my mobile phone, especially the Youtube feed. Made some headway there.
There’s more but tell you what, at this moment, writing the journey of my skill-development is quite boring. Walking the path is not so boring.
What cities do you want to visit?
I want to visit every such city that houses my friends who want to walk me through their cities and talk me through some long peculiarities…
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