For me, in my life, my moods are a contingency-generator. And perhaps for all those who are attached to me.
Contingency Generator.
morning boy's letters on serious matters and commentary on funny things aplenty
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.
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.
What I’ve done is this: I’ve limited every set of push-ups to 10, every set of chin-ups to 4. As a result, I am able to cross 200 push-ups fairly easily. I am able to do 8 sets of chin-ups quiet comfortably.
Earlier, I would push myself to almost failure in the first set itself. Subsequent sets, I would struggle and would have to push myself to failure. The reps in sets fluctuated. Felt erratic. Sometimes just didn’t get a satisfying feeling. And would get hyper tired.
Let’s see how this change shapes my effort.
How stupid!
Not reading Julian Barnes, coz I mistook him for Paul Auster in my visual head. What kind of nut does that! My kind.
Sorry Sir Barnes, my loss after all.
Nothing convinces.
It’s evening. Why do I even expect anything from evenings?!
I’ve stopped eating chocolates. Not that I was eating a lot earlier, but whatever I used to, I’ve cut down on that too.
10 Push-ups is my new toffee. I’m going to binge on that it seems.
To be among people
Coordinating their activities
Doesn’t quite motivate me
Strange!
There goes my big business dream, isn’t it?!
Management, management, management, why so boring?!
The pre-bath rituals of deciding which song to play, which videos to watch, O God, what a barrier to surmount just to step into the bath.
Something’s changed inside. And for now it is also a torment.
Brand Manager / Marketing Manager jobs don’t excite me. Even if you replace Manager with Head or this or that, not exciting.
Product Shaping is absorbing for me. Crafting Messages is very very absorbing for me.
Another short form and another expression. Personal Knowledge Management.
Hmm… Niklas Luhmann’s system of arranging his notes could be classified as that. And that tells us how difficult or painstaking PKM could be.
I’ve been too restless for such undertakings.
Start your business, turn it into an organization over many years, 5 years, 10 years, 20 years, 30 years. Insane! Feels like a strange beast, this thing called ‘organization’ that a business gets transformed into.
The struggle is real, as I understand myself and my awkwardness in more detail. Who will guide me?!
Writing-on-Paper table
Staring-into-the-Screen table
Photography table
Miscellaneous table
These are the tables I want in my studio for myself. Is this just a dream?
Searching for good books to read is an old pastime for me.
You nut, Oscar is not for books!
Hey Naatu Naatu, when ordering online wasn’t an option, I used to visit Crosswords at Mithakali Crossroads quite often.
The Bestsellers section attracted attention. Books carrying the words New York Times’ Bestseller attracted attention and lured me into buying. Booker Prize Winner, those words also lured me into buying some. Later, even ‘nominated for’ lured me into buying.
Aww, even as I write this I open the wikipedia page for Literary Award to check my GK of awards awarded across the world.
The horror lay in discovering that in following lists and awards I made weird choices.
Much much later, I could frame and tell myself that buying is experimentation, and what we buy are experiments.
Once treated this way, if a buy turns out to be a disappointment, I am able to coax myself rather easily into analyzing how I came to make such a buy.
One thing leads to another, now I ignore awards altogether. In fact, once a thing gets awarded, I tend to look the other way.
Award means avoid.
You nut, you are jealous. You are undermining Naatu Naatu’s success at the Oscars?! God will not forgive you! You anti-n…
Congratulations Mr/Ms Songmaker! Congratulations Ms/Mr Listener! Thank you Ms/Mr Reader!
Did I maintain gender equality?! You bet I did. One gender was awarded more equality than another. You see that?
My smirky Dad tells me last night, “The song got an Oscar and you say you are not impressed!”
I must get an Oscar for not getting impressed. Please introduce that category. The category of not impressed.
Please introduce an award for Tiktok dances too; I am trying to get into that. Please. You want suggestions for categories?
There’s this lovely website (website is such a bad matter in such moments), there’s this elegant effort (effort, not so bad as the expression website but is it ambiguous?), ya, so, there’s this effort called Mishinology I came across, and it made me think about what I would call my effort.
They first page says:
The website name “MISHINOLOGY” comes from the Japanese ミシン – mishin, which means “sewing machine”.
In the last few years, I’ve put so much into understanding pants, and then coming up with a design that I would personally want to wear all the time; I plan to manufacture and release these pants for others to wear too.
How should I name my effort? As readily as names come to me, sometimes I really have a hard time. There’s still some time. And I hope I have the names. It is already emerging out of my head in plural. God!
After quite a long time, I ran for >45 mins in the morning. When I started, in the first 500 metres of running, I felt a couple of niggles in the legs. I tried changing my running style a bit, and the niggles subsided, and I carried on. I couldn’t achieve a good speed but it was a pleasure just to be able to carry on for so long outdoors.
I feel good again. I am a morning boy.
As a small-time businessman/entrepreneur for so many years now, I can tell you this: variety isn’t the solution.
Folks will continue to set up businesses in the domain of fashion, and just get consumed by the variety, irrespective of the result. That sort of ‘getting consumed’ isn’t a great thing.
Solutions?
Finding pleasure in organizing variety, for only then you will organize it well.
Or build around a very restricted number.
But fashion is all about variety no? Yes it is mostly. Not always though. The challenge is to think what it is that will count as ‘fashion’ and yet not burden you with variety.
The slowness of it all, for that shape to emerge out of your own hands…
Every little thing becomes a project. Projectiness induces laziness. Inundated with projects. Things must happen magically. Magic, that too takes practice. Projects emerge because of practice.
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