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Monday, February 7, 2011
I Ms. Miss Destiny
And I also happen to miss-place words easily. Ha ha, just wanted to kick-off with something lame so that the crap to follow may appear less of a fart. See, the flabby start continues.
This idea was loitering in my mind since the very first day I booked the URL for my blog; an unsophisticated way of saying since I started this random blog of mine. Not the idea of having a goofy beginning silly, but that of ‘destiny’. The ‘density’ of the weight, I was under all this time and the wait, thinking how to write my own ‘destiny’, was massive. I know, I know. It is still as smelly as it was in the opening. I warned you it would be all crap. It’s like the crap that crap eats and craps out again. Wait for it; you might end up developing a taste for the flavor of shit I have to offer.
Okay, the truth … my processing unit is devoid of any input to craft an upright structural output on this so-called thingy “destiny”. The more I try to picture, further blurrier my vision becomes. Sad. Poof. Entry.
An angel descends to the earth for the enlightenment of this diminutive human soul. She lowers her staff upon my fuzzy curls and at the stroke, as it touches my scalp, burning words flow across my nervous system. “There lies a sheer beauty in creation; in the art of the creator. Destiny is destined. Whatever attempts you may make to alter it, the whole universe will conspire to refurbish and restore to the last best known configuration. The source and sink of life are in destiny. It is recurrence of existence.”
What was that … do we finally know the truth? Do we finally know all the answers? So, the whole model has been designed in advance only. What then … every action, every event, every damn thing is meant to happen? Does it mean that even what I write next is decided?
Oops, that was never supposed to be written there. Miracle.
What did you say … everything is supposed to be what it has already been designated. What if this blog entry was destined to be the grandest piece ever produced in the English literature? But what did I just achieve here? I probably cooked the finest shit you ever read.
How on earth did I change this post’s destiny? Who am ‘I’ to this little piece of permutation and combination of words? So, am I the master here? This is my blog and I am its creator. This is my life and I am its master. I am the architect of my own destiny. What about you?
Some answers I still don't have:-
- What about all the girls I am not able to stalk on facebook? Is it also destined that I, as a fish, get caught in their net of privacy?
- Is it okay to approach a girl by using the Destiny Theory? What would happen if I go to her and claim that it is our destiny to meet?
- Would this post suffer the fate of comment drought?
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Get over with 1411 ...
This is serious. This is not a time-pass post for me. First and foremost, please update the R.O.T. (Remember Only Temporarily) registries in your hippocampus. Now, for those, who do not feel like doing a Google search at this moment and above all, are thinking what-the-hell hippocampus is; well, it is the part of brain which stockpiles the short-term memory, in layman’s lingo. I do hope you are adequately gifted to figure out that this post is about the ‘Save Tiger Campaign’ and the numeral, burning in the air akin the devil’s number, 1411. I refer to your short-term memory here because none of us gives a shit about conservation stuff seconds after the ‘advertisement’ video by Aircel, of a cute and helpless cub, who is shown wailing for her mother to come back, is over because you just want to know which movie is going to be aired next. Maybe, she isn’t.
The famed count of 1411 tigers, strictly speaking Royal Bengal Tigers, isn’t so anymore. Yeah, true, it was anyway a loose estimate put up after the monitoring surveys by the Wildlife Institute of India in association with NTCA, Govt. of India. But, my dear it was back in the murky 2008, the year of ominous Mumbai attack. Of course you remember that, don’t you? The ad is powerful; it catches the nerve of our emotions. But, isn’t everything temporary.
At least 127 tigers died in 2008 and 2009. In addition, 11 have been reported dead after the start of 2010. Some taken away by mother nature, some lost their battle with poachers and some thanks to the entity which constitutes ‘us’ and ‘the government’. I’ll come to the role of last group later. The believers in statistics can help me with the result here.
1273.
Still, it is an unauthenticated figure. I cannot tell, maybe no one can. ‘They’ printed 3642 in 2003. ‘They’ advertised it to be 1411 in 2010. At this rate, my kid wouldn’t be able to tell what a tiger was. Whom am I blaming it on, who are ‘they’? This is the time to reverse back a few lines.
The ad. The intention was good. The idea was great. But. It was incomplete. The real deal was never shot. The solution was never aired. Everybody knows and blah-blahs about the government’s fault. Take a note of ours. We, the most intelligent species ever identified to exist in the whole of universe till now, are clueless about what to do.
Seriously, as an adolescent, what can I do? I have no guns to fight the hunters; no authority to make death-laws against the poachers. Even not enough influence and skill to start another campaign. Some ask me to speak up, support them on facebook and twitter; some ask for money. I blog about it; this person questions me how by becoming fan of ‘Save Tiger’ pages and writing blog would tigers in India be saved. I have no answer. At least you won’t be saving a life by questioning others, you asshole.
I don’t have the answers. I am writing this to find the solution myself. I can only know that the government plans to spend $153 million to create new tiger reserves to give the poor endangered species some territory to roam about, another $13 million to give birth to a new ranger force to protect the big cats and what not. Where do I come in the picture? I still don’t have the answer. I concur that I also can give any solution.
On a lighter note, I can surely jot down things that I shouldn’t do:-
• Take it as a joke and make fun pages like ‘Eat Parle-G … don’t eat Tiger … only 1411 left!’ Please, humble request, don’t make a gag out of it.
• I am also not an ‘asshole’ who would resent the idea of joining pages etc. but please don’t just click on the Like button and then head back to your home page in a snap. Try to gather some knowledge which might actually help in the future.
• Blame it all on the government, while stuffing your mouth with a burger, just to carry out a conversation and look informed. Be informed instead; get to know some facts. On a still lighter note, I would like to share this comment I came across online:-
"Send all politicians to the jungle for poachers to finish them off and bring all tigers to the parliament to make some brave decisions!"
• To proclaim that this was the fault of the existing generation that they didn’t do a thing about it. I seriously hope you would be able to deliver something in your time, so that the next generation wouldn’t put the guilt on you!
1273.
I just pray here that by the time you see the period at the end of this sentence, the holy count has not clicked 1272
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