morning boy's letters on serious matters and commentary on funny things aplenty
What makes a good neighbor?
What all make a good neighbor?
That looks like a lot.
Who remembers all such things?
May be the first time I was made to put my signature on a dotted line, and the realization that this signature can make things happen.
Don’t I feel like a grown-up when I feel guilty?
Or, when I have to handle the fuss before taking a big decision? What would be a non-grown-up’s way of handling the fuss before taking big decisions? Fuss, or the handling of it makes one grown-up I guess. In which case, I grew up long long long back. But I do not remember the first time, as asked in the question. I can tell though that some moment of fuss while taking a decision preceded the moment of the first time I was made to put my signature on a dotted line, and the realization of the power of that signature.
I don’t know, am confused what exactly constitutes a grown-up. Foolishness abounds.
How much is million dollars?
I have 3 ideas at the moment dominating my thoughts:
I would give a million dollars to myself. Million dollars isn’t sufficient, or is it?
Breathtaking and breathless. A related expression to breathless is ‘out of breath’. Am I getting this right?
What is the difference between breathtaking and breathless?
When you sprint, is it breathtaking and is it breathlessness inducing?
When you scroll through your Instagram feed, is it breathtaking and breathlessness inducing?
Breathtaking and breathlessness inducing, both can cause death?
Treat your own behavior as ‘experiments’. And make sure that one of your experiments is ‘stubbornness’.
You’ve to be stubborn, and record your experiences emerging out of your stubbornness.
That’s the surest way of understanding and making good of your thoughts, ideas or ambitions.
And turned out beautiful. Have a look.
Encouraging for me. Will try some more patterns in the coming days.
Unpredictable
Contingent
Mood Swings
There’s a thread there.
A rope to traipse on.
What personality trait in people raises a red flag with you?
Ambiguous Answers/ Statements/ Compliments
Interview someone — a friend, another blogger, your mother, the mailman — and write a post based on their responses.
Huh! I interview myself in the company of good writers almost every day.
So, I asked myself an important question:
Why did they, the ancients take the trouble to carve out rocks and stone to produce all the temples across the length and breadth of present day India and around India?
My response to myself: To avoid the horror, rather the boredom, of ugly information. They knew it, not in these very words, but they knew it. And that was only way of information storage they knew.
What was the last thing you searched for online? Why were you looking for it?
Few questions as immediacy-oriented as this one.
This couldn’t have been asked in the year 1989. Come to think of it.
And that ‘why’ will kill you if you really are honest.
I was looking for a Nikon Z mount DX lens that ends up around 35mm focal length in equivalent full-frame terms.
Why? Just like that. To have a camera to fiddle buttons on and create pictures. I already 3 very good cameras, mind you. Sorry, wait, I have 8 good cameras. You see, ‘why’ can kill you.
I just came across a book title WHEN WE ARE NO MORE: HOW DIGITAL MEMORY IS SHAPING OUR FUTURE.
How easy to lure us into thinking that it is DIGITAL MEMORY!
It is storage. DIGITAL STORAGE.
What’s your favorite recipe?
I must confess, I hardly make a thing. Women around me are such proficient cooks.
Not that I mind learning how to cook Indian food. Especially traditional Indian food.
Every Indian house, where women take pleasure in cooking, and attempt to keep family members healthy via their cooking, becomes a cooking powerhouse.
But the question doesn’t imply that I must cook. At the same time, how would I know the recipe if I didn’t cook. Goddddd! Sometimes, you have to revisit the question even as you are typing the answer.
Favorite recipe, it will emerge. You wait, I will write about it.
The city of the future won’t be of a singular type.
And it would be presumptuous of anyone to ‘design’ such a city. May be, some town planners can lay claim to designing a city, but you really think that a city can be designed by someone!
Okay, wait. I know you are asking an imaginative question and I am running it down. But that’s my limit I suppose. I can design so much less than a city even in my imagination.
So let’s rephrase this question and answer. What would be my contribution to the city of the future? If the city of the future would have women with ears for earrings, then I would open a huge store of earrings. Would that be good enough? Or am I expected to do more?
What are your top ten favorite movies?
I come across this question early morning, sipping coffee, reading Niklas Luhmann’s LOVE AS PASSION – A CODIFICATION OF INTIMACY.
So I have to scratch my head a bit to get back to my ordinary senses and extract a couple of names… Generally, just can’t bring myself to commit 2-3 hours of time to movie-watching.
Some here:
Ghulami, a movie from the Indian cinema of 80s
Guide
Khamoshi
V for Vendetta
In the Mood for Love (Wong Kar Wai)
Dunkirk / Interstellar
Terminator – Judgment Day
On another day, such a list might not read the same. But I have no doubt that I would consider these my favorites anyway.
What positive emotion do you feel most often?
I do not yet think that we have named them all, the emotions we talk about.
Playful. That’s the positive emotion I feel most often. A result of that emotion is this.
And then, since the question has these words ‘feel most often’, and since it is just this morning that I discovered the expression or the name closest to what I feel most often, I am glad to share that in this very post.
AMBIGUOUS LOSS.
Wait. I reached this expression because of a certain playfulness that I exhibit every morning, and that which makes me search for exciting book titles…
It was important to talk about both in the same breath.
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