Is happiness a phase or a state of mind or a way of life...how far is contentment from happiness...do we assume that being content is the same thing as being happy...
Monday, November 11, 2013
Saturday, August 10, 2013
household cleaners and perils of being a neat freak
Being reasonably okayish in chemistry has always had its flip sides. The moment I hear someone whine about a particular stain or a sticky chimney my brain would go into a overdrive and start working on the chemical constitution of the stain. I would come up with all sorts permutations and combinations to get the stain/ ickyness off and have a sparkling garment/surface. the funny part about being a neat freak is the willingness to go to any lengths to get that "fresh out of factory" finish; be it kitchen counters, chimney grills, table cloths, couch cushions....hold on sounds like the 50's!!!! I gave it a thought,is this what is pulling women down; their eye to details. Are we so lost in the concentrating on the details that we lose focus of bigger things in life? I realized being a neat freak has nothing to do with being a woman. It is a mindset;innate or acquired. A good friend told me that being a neat freak can probably be traced down to your brought up; pretty evident. What worries me is the obsession for neatness becoming a compulsion (OCD). So I made a little test. I start timing myself when i have to think about cleaning a certain are/object. If the time exceeds a period of more than 120 minutes, it is official I have been possessed by the thought.
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Monday, April 22, 2013
TECHNOLOGICALLY CHALLENGED
As I feel more and more alone, my phone confidently connects with everyone. As I feel more and more lost, my phone calmly knows how to get anywhere. As I struggle to remember silly things like the name of that movie with the boat , my phone smugly recalls literally everything. As I increasingly lose the nouns, verbs and adjectives that once stood ready to articulate my thoughts, my phone taunts me with its instant access to all the words there have ever been. There is only one possible conclusion. Slowly, without realizing it, I seem to have outsourced my mind to my phone. And to make matters worse, the damn thing knows it... and it's starting to screw with me. Several times during the day I feel it buzz in my pocket, alerting me that some vital information has just arrived. Then, when I look, there's nothing there. No email. No text. Nothing. Was the buzz in my mind? I don't think so. I think it's purposeful. I think my phone is mocking me. And it's not just my phone. It's all of them. They are working together, systematically robbing us of our intelligence, our humanity. And then, when we are made stupid and helpless, they will take over. It's just a matter of time before the next generation of iPhone is equipped with an opposable thumb.
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