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The Lonely Me

Currently I am reading the graphics novel of Watchmen and I cannot help adulate Jon, or better known as Dr. Manhattan. An aspiring watchmaker, he was forced into nuclear physics by his father. He received his degree from Princeton and his life was great, until an unfortunate accident turned his life upside down.

It so happens that he get caught in an experiment wherein his whole body is disintegrated. But the brilliant young researcher is able to re-assemble his body particles. The whole process has given him the power to control particles. He can teleport anybody he wishes to, can explode or move objects without touching them. He has infact become the super man of his time, so much that his girl friend once remarks – They say you can do any thing Jon. They say you are like God now.

But Jon feels more and more detached with the world. He does not share the same emotional bond with people any more. He views them as objects and subjects of study. To him, the whole world has become an experiment, a question. His mind is always pre-occupied. The only person that makes him wish to remain at Earth is his new girl friend. And the day she leaves him, he leaves the Earth for Mars.

There is yet another character – Veidt. He is the most intelligent man on the Earth. And this makes him sad. He is not happy because he knows that nothing is right with the world. The burden weighs on him and makes him weary.

I suppose everyone must have felt this way some time or the other in his life. The more I introspect, the more I feel myself to be detached from this world. I do not care for most of the people. I only care about the best of my friends. I am always thinking about something, nothing useful mostly, but none the less, my mind is always preoccupied. I do not connect with people the same way as others do. I sometimes observe the social behavior of others to learn from them. I am sometimes like Dexter Morgan when it comes to society. The sense of justice and righteousness, the consequences of my actions, all weighing on my mind.

All this tires me. I too want to leave everything behind and perhaps go away to Mars. And yet sometimes there’s a voice in my head which say – I’m not a God, and certainly not the most intelligent man, but I’ll do what I can to set things right in this world. And as I have already mentioned before, it scares the hell out of me.

I am alone with my thoughts. I have no guidance for my actions. I have designated no person as the judge to my deeds. And I have confided in none with my deepest secrets. Perhaps I am afraid, just as Voldemorte was, of company, of association.

I do not know what I am writing anymore. Its yet another impulsive jotting down of thoughts. I shall end it here.

The Difficult Choices

Things were so simple in the past when my father used to make all my decisions. Well, most of the time I disagreed with him, but still, atleast I wasn’t burdened with distinguishing one choice over the other. Back then, I was just a robot doing what my father wanted of me.

I remember, we were studying NP problems. Our professor introduced a function – choose(), which would choose a solution, and all we next had to do was to verify if the chosen solution is correct or not in polynomial time. Life would have so much easier if we had such a choose() method. Alas !

The joy of growing up and becoming independent comes with the pain of having to choose yourself. The responsibility of weighing one choice over the other now rests on you yourself. And my years of experience, however less might it be, has taught me that more motivated and clear your goal is, easier the task of choosing becomes.

Normally I am quite motivated. I know my goals. I have a very-long-term expectations and the path is vaguely defined. I am proud to say that usually my brain makes all the decisions, curbing whatever desires I might have had. I try to suppress my feelings and always think twice before making a decision. I try my best not to get carried away by the petty emotional attachments that I might have.

Yet, I am but a human. And just like any one else, I too am biased. At times it becomes too difficult to think clearly. The choice of path does not seem as intuitive. My actions tend to maximise local happiness, rather than the global happiness. Suddenly the control of my mind seems to waver a little, giving in to the temptations.

At these times I can actually hear my brain speaking out to myself. The brain tries to remind me how useless the temptation is, and how important the other goals are. But at these times it becomes a challenge to make the right call. What do I want ?

I have tried convincing myself that I have worked hard to be who I am today, and therefore, do deserve to enjoy the moment. And yet, this very thought reminds me that the work is not yet done. Its a long life out there, and a lot yet to be achieved. I remind myself that I am not the person I aspire to be, atleast not yet. The temptations, the fleeting happiness, the greedy solutions always tend to throw me off the track.

But come what may, I always manage to find my way back. And I think this is more significant. Though distracted, I fight hard to get back into the battle.

A similar dilemma greets me now. I have a good job with a decent salary in the city of Bangalore. An awesome team, some great new friends and a few of my best friends from college – I have everything I wanted from my first job. There is indeed a tendency for me to get carried away, to become complacent, to lose my focus.

Which is why I have written this post. This shall serve as a reminder to me that the life has just begun, that there are a lot of things to achieve. Now shall be the true test of my character, of my mental strength. I need to curb my complacency tendencies and set myself challenging targets. Yes, I shall talk to Navin and make sure that the half-yearly goals we set for me are tough to achieve.

Despite what I have written, I am confident that my mind shall win over heart, that I shall continue to be as focussed as I was just before the JEE. And whenever I shall feel my faith waiver, I shall read this post to remind myself who I truly am and what my goals are.

Lull After The Storm

Yabba Dabba doo !!! My Grand Viva is finally over. And I cannot express my happiness over it in any definite words. This is the one time professors get to mock at their students, though I must add a few are very helpful, and try their best to point the students to the right answers. Although I did not do as well as I was hoping to, but no regrets over there. As it is, I have never cared for my CG. Marks are for the lesser mortals :D .

So now with the grand viva out of the way, it is time to resume working on my BTP. But not without a well deserved break for the weekend. Yeah, a well deserved one, really. Only the BTP presentation is between me and my graduation :D .

The last 40 days at Kharagpur ! I am glad to be leaving this place. Not because I got bored of it, but because I want to start a new chapter of my life – a different story, a different person, a different place. I am eager to move into Bangalore, and start afresh. There was a lot I could have done at Kharagpur itself, but my introversion prevented that. It shall not any more. I am determined to present a new picture of myself, a changed self. I am deviating from the topic.

Well, to sum up, now with the grand viva over, things have really calmed down. There is not much to do, except BTP and chilling out with friends. Its time to make the last few days at Kharagpur memorable. There shall come a day when I’ll feel nostalgic, and wish these days – the best of my life – never went away, but it is not that day yet. Today is the time for party.

I Hate Feeling So Helpless

Why ? Why ? Sab kuch isi saal kyun hona tha … I hate being a final year student this year, now that the  market scenario is so grim.

Had it been a normal year, abhi tak sabki job lag gayi hoti thi and we would be having lots of fun. I had been dreaming about this one carefree semester, jab hum apne aane waale salon ke sapne dekhte, maze karte and live a bindaas life jo seniors ki hoti thi. We would go out almost every other day knowing that we are the studs who cracked the best jobs in India,  and that in four months we shall be earning lot more than a normal erson would do as a fresher. Studying at an IIT and watching all the seniors land up with high paying jobs gives you the illusion that all is well and that a few years down the line you could have an extravagent life style.

Alas ! Things went all wrong for us this year. The markets crashed in August and everything became chaotic. Companies like Google, ITC, P&G cancelled their campus recruitment. If that was not all, the first day top companies drastically reduced their intake. Last year Microsoft had recruited 6 from IIT Kgp, and this year only 3. McKinsey, Morgan Stanley, Yahoo and a few more selected just single students. Just one from an IIT ! Amazon went without any ! The indications were clear – it was going to be tough landing up a job this time.

Luckily, I got selected at Fair Isaac. I had even better luck of being offered a profile I very much wanted – the RnD position. It allows you to do something innovative and try something new – to think out of the box. Others have not been so lucky. And this is what worsens the situation.

The dilemma is how to present yourself among your friends. You cannot be all happy and bragging about your job. You cannot throw parties and celebrate the occasion. Heck, its my first job and I haven’t yet given a treat to my closest friends at kharagpur – my wingmates, the people I really care about.

Today the CAT results were declared. One of them got a call from all the IIM’s and three others got none. Worse, ek ka percentile 99.32 hai, and yet no call, while people with lesser percentiles have got calls from 2 to 3 IIMs. I hate this disparity. I just want to get out of here, to let the things cool down a bit.

I think, I want my life fast forwarded three years into the future when things will have become better. It pains to know that you cannot help your friends, not always. There are a few battles that you have to fight alone, a few demons that only you alone must get rid of. I hate feeling so helpless. I wish there was something I could do to make things better.

Dreams

Dreams are weird mysterious things. Sometimes they are the most wonderful feelings, tittilating you when you think about them. At other times, they give you the creeps and you wish it could just go away. And then also sometimes you know that you have just had a great dream, but you cannot remember it, and the more you think of it, the harder it becomes to catch on.

There have been lots of research on why we dream. No study has been conclusive enough though. The scientist are still not sure about our need to dream. One of the theories that I know about dreaming is that you tend to live out your fantasies in dream. If you have been obsessing about something, there is a high probability that you might have a dream about it. And this aspect scares the hell out of me.

A few of my dreams are really violent. They involve pain, rage, agony, revenge and not to mention, death. Where am I in the picture? Right in the middle of things – I am usually the one inflicting the pain ! Just the last night I had this dream, one of the worst I have had in a few weeks now, and I just cannot get it out of my head.

The dream started off with a few friends going to a cliff for a holiday. There were four of us – A, B, C and I. Now A and B went to get something to eat, some distance away. I was sitting there all one with C. For some reason (not revealed in the dream), C had earlier wronged me. The rage was burning hot within me, and I was dying to get revenge. I had then subdued my feelings and C thought things were fine between us. So I suggested C to try bungee jumping. C was reluctant at first, but I egged him on and he decided to go for it.

We prepaed the cables and C was ready for the jump. Since C was nervous about doing it, I suggested he fix a ear piece so that we can talk. Then this is what happened – C jumps, I hear him screaming as the cool breaze raced across his face, the experience thrilling him, and then he was silent. He thanked me over the earpiece, and it was then that I did the worst thing – I cut the cables holding him. I could him scream once again – he had realised what what happened and knew his fate. I sent him to his death bed.

If you think that the dream ends here and that I would have woken up with sweaty forehead, you couldn’t be possibly more wrong. I went after A and B, and set their car ablaze, killing both of them as well. In one dream, I had killed three of my friends ! And after all this, I woke up feeling all happy.

This is not the first time that I have had such a dream. I have had dreams about blasting buildings, causing more destruction and what not. Another disturbing fact about my life is that I admire people like Anakin Skywalker (Darth Vader), Tom Marvolo Riddle (Lord Voldemorte), Michael Corleone and Professor Moriarity. All of them are anti-social elements who have been shunted by the society. And I aspire to be like one of them. Heck I would very much like to be like Anakin Skywalker or Tom Marvolo Riddle.

I do not what I need to change about myself. I am confused. And this confusion scares me. I wish there were simpler solutions in life.

JD Effect

I have been watching a lot of Scrubs lately. JD is the narrator and main character of the story. He provides voice-over to the series which fills the roles of his internal thoughts and an overall narration in the show.

JD’s most prominently featured quirk is his habit of daydreaming. When this happens, he tilts his head back and to the left, blankly looking upwards. The sequences played out in his daydreams are of surreal scenarios and situations that have just been mentioned or wondered about, often in an exaggerated manner.

JD made me realise how much I like to introspect and daydream. Its really simple. You just need to shut out the sounds and fly away to a fantasy world of yours. Over the years I have improved a lot in my technique. Earlier I had to close my eyes to cut out the real world and dream, but now I don’t need to.

If you ever find me lost in a conversation, not talking at all, you can be almost sure that I am only physically present. Mentally, I am in my own beautiful world. I dream about a lot of things – cars, F1, then a few of my favourite movies, either replaying the or wondering what could have happened if things turned out the otherway, what I would like to do in future, holidaying at some scenic location, almost always New Zealand, then of course Lord of the Rings, else flying the Millenium Falcon, and the list goes on.

And this is a good habbit I have developed. It helps a lot in class. Few people like to sleep, a few grunt, complain about having to attend classes while I enjoy dreaming.  The only side effect is that your facial expression tends to become blank. As you are not aware of what people are talking about, you do not know if you need to smile or be serious. I generally try to imitate group’s facial expression. So if someone laughs out, its a cue for me to do so as well. There’s always a time lag though, and sometimes I have landed in trouble because of it, but most of the time it works out pretty well.

I have got bored of writing already. A recent study found that the average concentration span of human beings is just 5 minutes 7 seconds. I need a break now. I am off to my dream world.

Update: I improved my skill to include dreaming while conversing. Intelligible and sensible replies are not expected, but I am able to say something which adds to the conversation while at the same time also dreaming – multi tasking.

Role Playing

I have never really understood the human nature – the desire to feel wanted, connected with people all around, the need to socialise and above all to feel loved.

I sometimes feel that I am witnessing a phenomenon from some third persons’ view. I look at people making friends, and then trying everything to maintain the friendship. A lot of it actually being role playing. After giving the subject a lot of thought, I have come to the conclusion that role playing is an important part of building relationship, simply because we don’t have much to talk about and so need an artificial topic to keep the conversation going, to prevent that awkward silence from creeping up.

Role playing can be observed among all age groups. We start as kids, playing part of our heroes, acting like superman or whoever we idolise. The next phase involves our friends too, each taking up their part – a few heroes and a few villains to keep the story going. And finally as we grow up, we imagine scenarios and debate what we would have done. All the time, the emphasis is on leaving behind the world of reality and venturing into an unknown world, perhaps to get to know your friend better.

And yet, I am unable to connect to this form of communication. I feel detached from the social obligations, they over burden my existance. I wonder if life could be simpler, if talking to friends only when there is something to talk about without straining the friendship could really work out.

I have been watching a lot of Dexter these days. I love the show, primarily because it centers around a psychotic who has to fake his emotions and keep up his appearance as a socially-responsible person.

I must now get back to my exam preparations – have Applied Graph Theory tomorrow, and haven’t yet started.




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