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Why a blog? Simple. Cacoethes Scribendi -- the urge to write! My literary pretensions and caprices bring me here. Like any writer I write to be read. All my posts, though fettered to my small world and trivially myopic, will live and yearn that somebody connects to them someday. Cognitive frenzies, sardonic musings, aimless banters, incoherent ramblings and trivial indulgences; this is simply an episodic narrative of my trivial world -- in a grain of sand… Smaller than Life.
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Tuesday, February 03, 2004
When all of us are Schizophrenics! The last line of 'The Misconductor' post caught my eye today. There is nothing pejorative in admitting to the hypocrisy every man lives. Let me unequivocally state that there is this pressure, societal if not anything more, on every individual to conform to set stereotypes. The society does not take much time to pull out the straggling black sheep. Nobody will need to be told that the bigotry in the society, should I say the bigotry of the society, is something that every human seeks to be fettered to. At a sub-conscious level. Sometimes at a conscious level. It is more of a pre-emptive bid for the security that, say, a sheep finds in a flock. It is not very tough to build proof to the fact that everyone lives a hypocrisy. To varying degrees, I would further qualify. The reason for people truly living a hypocrisy may be attributed to the fact that most times we do not speak what we think. We begin to subconsciously think and believe after we have spoken. In fact, I have developed this theory that speech sometimes, in fact most of the time, begins to influence thoughts. It is in fact most natural for one to get caught in one's own eloquence and start exhibiting topical convictions that never existed before. Why, I have conceded earlier in my blog that the vehemence in my writings was starting to percolate within me. In fact, man's attempt to stay behind a politically correct facade is an attempt to harbour only parliamentary thoughts so that he truly begins to refrain from sexist thoughts or language. Extrapolating this thread of thought a little further, it is not difficult to see that that the so called 'confidence within', or the 'believe-in-yourself' gimmicks are efforts to pretentiously think repeatedly that you are the best when your cerebrum knows quite well that you may never be. But still the repeated thinking helps you actually believe for the split-second of your ordeal that you are truly the best and you end up transcending yourself. In fact, I think and believe that this may be a very effective way to baffle lie detectors. A lie detector only tracks your pulse and/or nerve impulses and by effectively deluding yourself to believe whatever you say, you would have quite fooled the lie detector! Now you realise why True Lies are the best of them all!
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