I recieved an offer to work in a startup with a lucrative equity offer but unfortunately no salary. However, I can’t afford to work for no money. This blog is ending here as well. Bye bye.
I’m attending a lecture on milky way and black holes this Monday. This post ends here. Bye.
My days are a blur. I am barely getting enough sleep. All this traveling is taking its toll on me. But I think I’ll be alright. Considering I just read two full books in a week. Only while traveling. Not outside of it. Not even a full week. It’s only been 4 days? I’m fairly certain that I’ll be able to get back in track for the 200 book challenge of the year. I’m all pumped.
Wow, that was quick. My day went from a blur to the most productive week ever!
Remember the young couple I spoke about in an earlier post? Well, that couple travels in the same train everyday. I make it a point to not face them and observe their mushy love story. Because it’s all going to come to an end. I also hope that they don’t get wind of my blog.
I’m not sure how they’ll take it but pretty sure, it’d not be pretty. All my waking hours outside of work are spent reading Rich Dad, Poor Dad – a very famous book Robert Kiyosaki. It’s a very insightful read. It makes you see within yourself and gauge your wealth. Not the physical wealth of the material world, but the intangible wealth of the mind.
I think I’ll soon be back on track to my 200 books this year schedule. 😉
Remember the coin that was in the commode? Well, that coin still won’t budge, it’s still there.
So I took a pair of tongs and managed to pick it our, after several attempts. The first few attempts were so pointless. The coin fell back into the water – PLOOP. This happened around half a dozen times till I got the knack of pulling the coin out.
I think the coin symbolises something in life. I don’t know what, as yet. But I plan on figuring that out.
I attended a very interesting talk on black holes yesterday. A research scientist from TIFR who works on string theory gave this lecture.
It spoke volumes about how black holes are formed, the event hoirzon, singularity and white space. The talk was as beautiful as it could get. There were some pointers in the talk that went straight through my head. I couldn’t make head and tail of it.
But most concepts I understood. I am so glad I moved back home. I think I can do a lot more things like these now that I’m back home!
I also just read an article about wasting time. The article said how we waste so much time and not care at all, but money and property are tangible things we cling to. Money and property can be earned, time is a resource that you’ll never get back. The time spent to write this post is gone. Poof.
I think I should make efficient use of my time and stop being sloppy.
Lots of interesting things happened yesterday and day before. I’m writing this post as I travel to attend two back-to-back talks. One on black holes and one on Bitcoin.
On the way back home from work, I saw a young couple in the train. They were college students. The girl was sitting in the window seat while the guy was standing right in front of her. They were listening to music on a shared earphone, stealing glanced and smiling at each other. They were holding hands and everything was warm and cosy. There was another dude who was standing right behind the Romeo who was also a college student and by the looks of it, he looked like he had just been friendzoned.
The couple was in their own world, talking and giggling. The girl would never let go of his hand. He was playing a game on his phone. Some first person shooter which is played by keeping the phone screen horizontally. He was involved in the game, shooting people while the girl so romantically held his other hand, looking into his eyes.
Both of their eyes were filled with deep intense love and they were pretty young. I was cringing from my place and I think I also puked a little inside. I was resisting the urge to walk upto them and shouting, “PYAAR EK DHOKA HAI!”
But then all of us are naive at that age. We do have good times but heartbreaks are something that show you the way of the world. That bring you down from 30,000 ft but don’t kill you.
I didn’t want to burst their bubble and be the bad guy. Let them enjoy while it lasts. Lol.
I was also involved in reading the internet of money while observing this couple. Internet of money is a wondrously vivid book that makes you think about currency as a language and blockchain as a solution to modify and make it better.
After I came home, I went to the washroom. I noticed a shiny object in the commode hole. Upon further inspection I realised it’s a two rupees coin. I now had two options, either put my hand in and take the money out or flush it. I wanted to take it out because it still is worth 2 rupees. However, is it worth 2 rupees to put your hands in the commode amidst the watery dirt?
I remembered some lines from the internet of money on how currency is a social hallucination of belief that a particular tangible object with no inherent value be traded for actual things with value. It’s a system of trust that works as long as people believe in the government issuing the coins. What if I decide that picking the 2 rupees coin from the commode was no longer worth the effort that it demands? What if I don’t believe in that coin anymore?
And so I flushed the coin. I still continued seeing it for the next 24 hours because coins are hard to flush.
Today morning I was relieved. The coin was no longer visible. It must be swirling around in gooey poop deposits.
Would you pick a coin from the commode?
Writing in the morning. Well, isn’t that fun?
I’m sitting in the train, on my way to work. Thinking what should I write about?
The problem with writing in the morning is you don’t have enough content that has happened since you get up.
I woke at 4:45, finished my daily chores and off I went to the train station.
On the way I found a litter of puppies playing with each other. That has to be the nicest thing I have seen all morning. Moving on, I fast walked under the shadow of lots of trees with chirpy birds doing their morning ritual. I know there’s no point of walking fast, if shit is bound to fall on you, you can’t stop it.
Human tendency made me walk fast, to get over with this brutal experience of uncertainty. – Will I get pooped on today?
Thank God, not today!
I should start writing in the mornings since the end of the day is too tiring. My writing gets very bad by the end of the day. Like this paragraph I just typed is the worst.
Potential employers would never employ me after seeing such terrible writing skills. I am so sleepy that I might doze off any seco
Advertisements in train are downright irritating. I’m standing in a crowded train while Baadshah masala is trying to sell me his product. I instantly start associating it with crowds and smells.
But they have a point. On repeating the same thing over and over, again and again, they bombard our subconscious with Baadshah masala.
The next time it you find yourself picking Baadshah masala at a super market. You know better.
Also, my mom thinks my hair looks like a garbage man’s hair.
I’m sleepy. Good night.