How to use shampoo

A guide to using shampoo properly

Yes! I am that jobless! But in my defence, I haven’t written for more than a month and I didn’t want my digital ink to dry out. I could say that I missed you guys but I didn’t.

Now every idea has a story behind it. Mine was shampoo running out at an alarming pace. Yes, I use product in my hair, I am a modern man. I even use conditioner after the wash. Top that! Anyway, I live in a dusty town. Not like the wild west where sand blows dramatically, but we still manage to suffer from the dust and dirt.

Being a frugal man, I am alarmed by the increasing cost of everything. Be it your day, girl child, your recent document, your money or even your latest game, I believe in saving (I think I have said it earlier too). Hence the post. Save shampoo while showering.

Steps:

1. Rinse and soak your dirty hair with water.

2. Take 1/3rd of the amount of shampoo you generally use and wash away the dirt.

3. Rinse your head again to remove the scum.

4. This step is for those who use conditioners as well – apply your conditioner right now (try to use half of what you normally use). Leave it on for as long as you deem it worthy.

5. If your conditioner is one which asks to be left on the scalp after use, throw it away.

6. Apply more shampoo (about 1.5 times you used earlier) to completely remove the conditioner and wash your hair perfectly.

I have used this method and made my 500 mL shampoo last for 6 months, which is very sad. It is. Very, very sad.

 

 

 

 

 

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A Song

A Review of a Song

Coke Studio Season 10 – Episode 2
Title: Faasle
Link:
https://youtu.be/9sekgEXGm-E
I am not a music lover. I tend to hate most of the songs now produced. For me, music was better when ugly people were allowed to make it. So I don’t listen to new artists because I end up never listening them again if I didn’t found them interesting on the first try. Hence I don’t review songs; or any art. I just enjoy it.

But, there are songs and then there are songs. I can pretty much treat songs on the former category with indifference. It is the second category that kills me. They stir an emotion that can not contain itself inside me. It makes me want to share that feeling with everyone around me. So here I am, sharing that feeling with all of you.
Introduction: This is a song of unrequited love, of love found and love lost. It is a song of remembrance, a blessing to the beloved, an ode to the times they have shared. This song laughs in the face of fate who has forced the lovers to be apart.

Lyrics (as per youtube captions)(translated from Hindi/Urdu):

A chasm has opened up
All paths have failed
What cure is there now for broken hearts?
The happiness that always remained beyond my reach
May you be blessed with it wherever you may go
I pray fervently that you continue to prosper in life
And that all your hopes and dreams may come true
May your world never reflect the barrenness of mine
Never reflect the barrenness of mine.

Your each and every memory is etched into my heart
The way you would smile at me
The way you would whisper to me that “you belong only to me”
God only knows how it came to this pass
How we came to be driven apart.
I abandoned everything for you
I burnt all my boats to come here to you
But you never became mine
You simply walked away
I don’t know where you disappeared, taking my heart with you.
Where would I go?

I’m still right here
I’m present in every beat of your heart
You’re in my dreams when I sleep
In my thoughts when I’m awake
At each and every moment, you’re with me.
My heart beats for no one but you
Now it will never belong to anyone else
I am saying goodbye
I am saying goodbye….

The Philosophers Stoned, as we like to call ourselves, have had a discussion on this song. We all have been through heart-breaks, we all have someone we call our the one. After a few hours of “discussing”, one of us made an observation. “

This song is not about a love lost. The love was still in the heart of the lovers.There is now a physical distance between them. Emotionally, they are still together. Even the singer says that he is in the beating of her heart. While she is in his every waking thoughts and sleepless dream.”

“The lover gives his heartfelt blessings to her, she is ready to abandon everything for him. This really is a straight forward song, not too complex. One is supposed to laugh at such childish things,but after listening to him, I feel empathetic and even jealous of the kind of love he has.”

“After all, one can’t simply move on. The ones we love don’t leave us, not really.”

I know, this may sound a bit too lovey-dovey to you. But you can’t argue that there is something magical in that composition. The slow vocals of Ms. Quraitulain Balouch seem to stop the progression of time. Kaavish’s (the singer-guitar duo) sound is free from the mainstream crap and sounds very genuine. No part of the song seems to be forced upon the listener. I have listened to this song countless times and still couldn’t figure out how 5 mins have actually passed. This song isn’t great, it is good, in the absolute sense of the word.

An Interview

In case I ever become famous (which is very probable and will happen very soon), I don’t want to be that person who wastes his time surrounded by reporters and photographers all the time. My time will be used up in more productive persuits like making dehydrated water, refillable refills, re-lightable matchsticks, a seven shot pistol, mascara that fades away after 6 hours, a clock that rotates anti-clockwise, etc (you get the general idea).

Naturally, the media will be after me, trying to get my story published, earlier than their competitors. Well boo hoo! I beat them all to it. I have interviewed myself. You guys can use the interview to generate more traffic for your blog.

Moving on, let’s waste some more time. I want to give you the perfect buildup. Our world has a very limited time. People want to waste it very sparingly. The main point of an interview is for the audience/visuience to know the interviewee. (I could have written an “about” page. But since when did I start following my own thoughts?) So here I am, giving you the much unawaited interview. Just a little disclaimer though: All questions and answers in this “interview” are fictional. But that does not make them untrue or fake. I have tried my best to keep the questions offensive,but I can’t please everyone; I am not a pizza. (Re-re-reading my blog, I DO HAVE an about page. Well, I fancied another section about me. Shoot me!)

The Interview:
Me: Hello and welcome. Our readers would like to know a little bit about you.
Also Me: Thanks for having me. I am not a very interesting person to know. Just your average guy next door. I write blogs and read them too. In between, I manage to run a small business.
Me: How did your writing journey began?
Also Me: I began writing in my elementary school. The teachers tell me that I was very bad at it. I was intrigued by that. I wanted to do something I am bad at. Seriously though, diary and journal writing was a habit I had to develop over time. I had read that many great leaders used to maintain their daily records, I wanted to become great like them. It all started with writing down lyrics from favourite songs. Once or twice I wrote down things that were bothering me. Something magical happened at that moment. Writing became my therapy, my outlet for unnamed emotions. Suddenly I could take my thoughts out and re-think them as per my requirement. It was handier than a pensive in Harry Potter.
Me: Wow thanks. Although I’d prefer you give out short answers. Good for the featured list and radio friendly too.
Also Me: ,|,,(-_-),,|,
Me (After a pause) : Any particular influences that helped define your writing style?
Also Me: Not any one particular blog. I have taken influences from various authors, bloggers, lyricists, poets, content writers, painters, drawers (they who draw), reporters, journalists (they who write a journal) and many more. Feynman’s Lectures on Physics, a very popular blog called unbolt.me , Ayn Rand’s Fountainhead, Sherlock Holmes’ stories and Methods Of Rationality changed my perspective drastically. My writing style is borrowed, stolen, inspired and modified form of all the things I have read. But somehow, everything feels so personal too. I would have hated myself if I merely copied them. Instead all of their thoughts, their way of expression were interpreted by me and are presented here in the things I write.
Me: Any recommendations for the new upcoming blogger?
Also Me: Yes. Stop writing!
Me: Excuse me?…. I mean… Please elaborate why shouldn’t they write.
Also Me: I think writers, authors, bloggers, musicians and all artists in general, try to shove their points down others’ throats. I get it, Mundane Monday Challenges, Hundred word story Challenge, A quote a day challenge, Typing with your left hand challenge are fun; but their aim is to let the writing juices flow and not become the only thing people talk about. An artist creates his art to express what is inexpressible using day to day tools. If there ever was a time where you thought that you’d explode if you didn’t let the idea out, then you know what I am talking about. So yeah, don’t write because you can. Write because you can’t not.
Me: That’s really deep. Especially coming from someone who’s blog has URL “a chaotic state of mind”
*Sound of punching and breaking vases on interviewer’s head*
Me: I meant that it was a very unusual title. Why did you choose such a name?
Also Me: I have tried to think about thinking and its processes. The hows, whens and the whys of thought formation and their transition to actions and memories. Some thoughts become memories because of emotional attachment, some because of their utility while others because of their absurdity. Once these memories are stored, they become strangely attached and intertwined. The only way I can define these memories and thoughts is through the word chaos. Hence the name.
Me: Looks like someone has been using a lot of thesaurus lately.
*Sound of slapping on cheeks*
Also Me: Well, you were asking for it.
Me: No way. All I asked for was an interview.
Me: Referring to the so called “deleted” post, who was that girl?
Also Me: She goes by the name ‘none of your business’. That story is mind’s version of whatever had happened between her and me. Nothing more, nothing less. Now be a good Elsa and let it go.
Me: Okay. All right. Let’s talk about the weather.
Also Me: Something about the Interview please.
Me: Yeah.. Thanks for the interview. It was really…okay-ish.
*Sounds of pushing someone out and banging of door*
*Angrily murmurs*

You are ‘mean’

An Average Story

All my life I have been defined as an average kid. Not a normal one; just average! Average by looks, built, smartness and pathetic in terms of coolness. But I never let it get to my heart. I worked hard and showed them that they were right.

I got myself thinking, what exactly people mean when they called me average? Do they mean that I was the sum of the total human beings divided by the total number of human beings? Or was I the most frequently occurring human being that they know of? Or somehow I had all the traits found in human beings? Or maybe that everyone was exactly like me. As usual, I wen’t to the great reddit library where all the masterminds of the internet come to discuss useless ideas. I came up with the following information:

Average = Total of elements/No. of elements

or Average (geometric mean)= nth root of product of n numbers

or Average (harmonic mean) = Number of elements/sum of reciprocals of elements

or Average (median) = The middlemost value in a sorted array

or Average (mode) = The most frequently occurring value in a sample

Not sure where to proceed with that, I logged out of my account and decided to have a nap. But as usual, I stared at the ceiling for a few hours thinking up some clever idea to have fun with ‘mean’. Consider a case of marks of 10 students in an exam : 10,8,7,7,6,7,6,8 ,8 and 7 (the teacher wont give marks in decimals and there was a point for trying). The average of these values comes out as:

Arithmetic mean: 7.4 Geometric Mean: 7.32 Mode:7 Median:7 Harmonic Mean:7.24

Here, the means gave me no means to make sense of the data. I mean none of the students got 7.4, 7.32 or 7.24 marks. I am pretty sure if there was a different set of data, I wouldn’t have gotten proper values for the median as well as mode.

Majority of the people got lower than 7.4, 7.32 or 7.24 marks (a total of 6). This might imply that majority of the people are below average (contradictory to what you might believe).

The median did not divide the population strictly into halves. Only two people were below and four were above the median. If there were no duplicate marks, it’d have done that.

The geometric mean and harmonic mean would have failed miserably when even one of the students got zero marks (just consider it for my sake this time).

The closest I’ve come to a real explanation is here. But they say that the term geometric mean is the arithmetic mean of graphs and I lost my mind (actually I think I lost it long back).

I think the average is just a mathematical concept, not existing in real life. You might never meet the average person, the average score of a player doesn’t give you any useful information except that he/she is a regular at scoring high. The “average ” person has lesser than two eyes, the average good weather can definitely ruin an outdoor picnic. The whole concept of ‘mean’ makes very less sense to me.The statistics and percentage figures leave me with a sense of bewilderment.

The ‘means’ are definitely mean. Perhaps some of you would care to explain the concepts to me.

The Decline of Poetry

PS: I have written this piece over a year ago. I deleted my old blog (still not sure of the reason). But this one was the favourite one of mine.

Have you ever tried reading Coleridge’s Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Shelley’s Ode to the west wind, Poe’s The Raven, Frost’s Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening or Tennyson’s The Brook? If you did, you might have enjoyed the imagery, the symbolism and the overall general flow of the written words. Those were the days when poems were not written, but created. They had this musical quality about them, something that made the poem linger on in our minds even after we stopped reading or reciting them.
The poets of that era were true romantics, they found beauty in things such as a lonely maiden on the hills, the flowing of the river or a stroll through the woods. The poems were refined, untouched by vulgarity and were written with a sense of purpose.
The modern poems undoubtedly, posses these things, but to a very less extent. The evolution of poems have caused a massive mutation which has made them ugly, for lack of a better word.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep…
And Miles to go before I sleep

Did you feel the smooth, buttery flow of the words, just like the delicious softness of a red velvet cake? I find the modern poetry lacking this aspect of the art.

For example, if someone wanted to write about sunrise today, it’d go something along the lines of.

The sun
Rising in the east
Spreading its warmth
The morning wind blows
It feels good
Much wow, such morning, very fresh.

and…. it’d be a best seller. The most important part of being a poet was being poor and misunderstood. The only poems worth their weight were written by poets who had been dead at least for a good 100 years.
The younger poet was frequently found in his opium den, wasting away his nights, waiting for an idea to flash through his mind. Being a poet was a full time job. You had to have earned your living only through selling your poems. You couldn’t own a business or be a doctor by the side.
But alas, this culture came to an end. Nowadays there are more poems and poets than readers. Lawyers, teachers, doctors, actors, engineers, etc have now taken up part-time poetry as their hobby. Many have even published their works. Sad part is, they themselves do not read the modern poems and complain when others don’t read theirs’. Nowadays, poems are written just because people want to amuse themselves. There’s an aspiring poet in every house who is waiting for his next chance. Where have the good ol’ days of smoke filled rooms gone?
I know some of you may feel offended by this. This article is meant for entertainment purposes only. (Just like your Poems). I know my poems aren’t exactly in league with the classics too. Hell, I know they are downright pathetic. But it hasn’t stopped me from writing. I know you won’t stop too.
But this is about the general downfall of poetry, not the poets. It’s still men ( or women) that write poems. Only the art that was passed down has been changed. Poets today lack direction, not talent.
I do like the different writing styles and the challenge they posses for poet as well as the reader. But if I come across something like:

Left
Is what you did to me.
Right
Is what I’ll never be.
Up
It’s where I look to see.
Down
Is all I’ve got to feel.

… it makes me throw up on the inside. I mean C’mon! That isn’t poetry. It is just a random collection of words that does not even make sense. It doesn’t even qualify as a sentence.

Putting the dressing on salad; I would like to request for one more time, to kindly keep on doing whatever you are doing. I had the idea for this post while I was going through some poems which I wrote myself. I thought, why not make fun of my own piss poor works?

A VPP( Very poor poem):

Ur brown eyes are like cups of coffee
So sweet like fresh toffee
You come in my life as a dream
Just like I add some cream
Oh you look lovely in that dress
Just like fresh coffee from the french press.

Whatever your name be, Martha or Margaret,
I enjoy you like I enjoy a cigarette.
Just like my fav beans, u r fine
My favourite cup, u r mine.

You make me feel alive, u r not like others.
U aren’t decaf for sure, say my brothers.
Sweet and light, just like coffee cup
If I ever met you, I’d say Sup.

Whether it’s Monday or Sunday.
I’ll take you home, some day.

If u r Irish, I’ll add some whiskey
I’d lock myself with you and throw away the key
And if you are vegan, I’ll have a latte of soy
Oh my love, you bring me so much joy.

………..
(shoots himself)

on Why Reading can be Bad

Why to beware while reading books

I am not trying to convince you stop reading books. This entry isn’t a reverse psychology’s way of trying to persuade you to read books either. Just have a beer with me while to bear with me.

I once read a manual on driving a manual gear car. Needless to say that I did not learn to drive that day. Reading involves only your eyes. Hence, nothing gets stuck in the head. I mean how am I supposed to taste the country air, feel the heart beat a little faster or know how much force I need to apply/brace for without having it done previously? Yeah, some sort of instructional reading is helpful and sometimes damned necessary, but it is the action which needs to be remembered in the end.

I personally think that people today read a lot. Almost 100x more than they need to. But has it ever helped anyone? I once ‘read’ a textbook on integral calculus (it was the part of curriculum). I looked at all the formulas, the tips, the secret techniques and the various methods to calculate the solution to a differential equation. What was the result? Well, I passed (it should not come as such big of a surprise), but I didn’t learn a single thing. When I had to do the same thing again in fourier series, I actually worked out the worked out examples and finally got what was meant by ‘separation of variables’. (If you didn’t get anything from the previous two lines, it’s not your fault, reading is very unreliable way of gathering information.)

Which brings me to my second point – the unreliable nature of reading. Reading is quite a passive activity. That is why it takes a very serious effort to read at a pace where you can comprehend the text as well as not let that monkey-brain wander away. Also don’t forget those authors who tend to say a thousand things in a few sentences. Worse are those who use the cryptic double nature of words. Like a blue curtain being the expression of his/her heartbreak. We have trouble enough trying to decipher the words at face value. Please don’t add more trouble by trying to write too much between the lines.

I can imagine the so called ‘bibliophiles’ and ‘avid readers’ who will disagree with me by saying that reading stimulates the imaginative, cognitive and the memory related part of the brain. They’ll even say reading is far more healthier than watching mindless TV. But this was never the subject of discussion. I completely agree with Mr. Ralph Waldo Anderson when he said one must be very careful about what books one reads. I can not remember the source but he said something along the lines of – all the good books were that which were already found on people’s shelves: the classics. He wasn’t opposed to reading, but he wanted to read all good books; not all the books. He even made a point not to read a book which was less than a year old. I have modified it to at least a good ten years.

One more point I was hoping to address was reading the wrong books. A book has the power to change your perspective, to seduce you, to question your beliefs or even shock you if you read them with a bit too open mind. One must read a book with utmost carefulness, for they have information that might damage your sanity. Read If librarians were honest and feel the loss of words to explain the truth in the poem. Maybe you should still think twice before opening that book.

 

Blogging Mistakes – 101

It has been a long time since this blog has taken birth. What came as a pleasant surprise that some people actually read what I have written. Although I do like tiny yellow dots on that notification bell, I care about people too much to see them wasting their time. Time, which could be used on increasing their physical strength, looking for newer ways to challenge their creativity, learn to do quick calculation in their head, master an art, learn a foreign language, honing mental abilities, solving puzzles, oss  (or some shit).

I can not teach you to develop inquisitiveness, interest, ambitions or passion. Those things are developed naturally. For example, one can read hundred books on becoming an author. But not one of them will help him (for ambiguity) to create a good story. Things like that come from something inside of our minds.

Now where was I, yes. Blogging mistakes. I got sidetracked. Which is our mistake  number 1. Do not drift off-topic. Readers have limited time. They are busy looking at cat pictures. Hence, if you fail to stick to the subject at hand, you’ve made a wrong move.

Mistake number 2 is when you fail to attach media to your post. Always use a picture. It gives the reader something to look at while they pretend to read. Better if that picture is of a celebrity, or a cat. Maybe attach a video of a cat doing funny things.

The third thing you might be doing wrong is that you are using too less tags. Always tag your blog entries with funny, serious,cat, cate, dog, doggo, pupper, your name, bored, a famous celebrity, sherlock, wordpress, fresh. This way your blog will pop up on more search queries.

Mistake number 4: Not socialising. A blog rarely goes viral. People can look at a 30 minute video but will not read a 2 min long post. So, it is your responsibility to visit the “uncategorised ” section looking for new bloggers to follow. They’ll appreciate the gesture and follow you back as a thank-you. Also make sure to leave comments on featured blogs. That does not make you look like an attention seeker. People look at those comments and think “Hmm..he must a down to earth guy. Let’s check his blog”

Mistake number 5: Not using money. Your posts maybe of gold value, but they wont reach a wide audience. This is because some losers have already paid for their mediocre blogs to be featured on must-reads. Do yourself a favour and pay those advertising agents to reach a lot more people.

Mistake number 6: Pray, do not think yourself as an already successful author. You may think that people will hate your blog, challenge your beliefs, or refute your opinions. But sadly, some of your posts will not even be read. Avoid the mistake of giving up too early (like 5 years).

See. Am I not a great teacher? Never mind, do not answer that.

A Table for two : Not a date story

Basics gone wrong in mathematics

I am not a teacher. But, I like to impress little kids with my “in-depth” knowledge. I had already blown away three minds with Beyond Infinity?. This time I went for something simpler: mathematical tables.

I asked my younger cousin to write out the table of two (He is in 9th grade). He was naturally annoyed, but he wrote down something along the lines of-

2×1=2, 2×2=4, 2×3=6……….2×10=20

I prodded him further by writing it out as they taught him the first time. He went:

Two ones are two, two twos are four……..two tens are twenty.

I wasn’t done torturing him, so I asked him to kindly explain the process of multiplication as repeated addition. He gave me a ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. I explained I wanted to know that if he knew three times two equals 2+2+2 or 3×2 ? He said that it was elementary (maybe he was a Holmes fan). So I urged him (now how do you urge someone?) to kindly expand the table for two. He, for the final time gave me a look and wrote out:

2×1= 2, 2×2=2+2, 2×3=2+2+2…..2×10=2+2+2+2+2+2+2+2+2+2

I laughed my evil laugh as I knew that my cousin was successfully trapped. I proclaimed him wrong and made a cut mark across the page. The cousin wanted to know how and where he was wrong. I then made a pompous speech about how kids today focus less on learning and more on getting marks (kinda made me feel bad for putting him down so harshly).

I made him read out loud what he wrote earlier. Two ONEs are two, two TWOs are four… I knew he hit the Eureka moment then because his face lit up (and not because he ran around naked).

The correct answer was 2×1= 1+1, 2×2= 2+2, 2×3= 3+3, 2×4= 4+4……2X10=10+10. I explained that it was called the table of two not because the two was multiplicand , but rather because two was the multiplier in its table. The same went for all the other numbers as well.

Then I bowed down for the applause, having successfully made one more person’s day surreal.

A Writer’s Block

Or do you prefer if I call it the Blogger’s block? How about a blog’s block? Sometimes I just want my monkey brain to not make a racket every time I try to concentrate.

Note (or do not note; I really can’t command you) : This is provided as an actual insight to whatever happens during a writer’s block. You all will probably have had the same sets of thoughts some time or the other. Even if you used different words like bottled up feelings or hollow emptiness, I am pretty sure you will understand what I was thinking .I know my writing (typing) style takes a hell lot of time to get used to; but 21 posts is enough. If you don’t want me to continue, dear lord, please do not give me a sign. *Waits* *Nothing Happens* Thank you.

I don’t consider myself a writer, I don’t write regular columns or rows for big-traffic generating websites. I don’t even know if I should label myself as a blogger. What are the minimum requirements? Do I have to have a mac? Do I need a certain number of posts? Should I write with certain frequency? Is there a minimum number of views and likes required? Do I need a custom domain? Or do I have to add my profile picture or a random nature pic after every post? Or does it depend on the number of comments my blog has? Do I have to be featured in the weekly newsletter? Must I visit some remote locations and try street food and review it? Maybe I should be struggling for some sort of breakthrough that’ll make me famous overnight.

Dear WP administrators, maybe you should update your “frequently” asked questions. I am sure I am more curious about myself rather than how WP works. 😛

Now, the writer’s block is a period when a writer is stuck creatively. He/she is not able to continue his unfinished works and struggles to write new things. This is where majority of us are most of the time. I mean I have to crawl through mental sewage of ideas just to put up a decent headline. I can not imagine Robert Brown writing Da Vinci’s Code and Angels & Demons one after the other while suffering from a block once in a month or so. Actually scratch that.  That is probably exactly what happened. But for most of us, we are stuck most of the time. And we need not make an unnecessary blog post about it.

Then there is this other thing called internet. It has all the recipes for getting out of any situation. I think I have even read a how-to about How To Be A God. This means that theoretically, we have the solution even before the problem is fully developed. This is where we have lost. The enemy has found our one weakness: we have the solution to ALL of the problems. What we lack is the knowledge of all the problems.

Too much eh? I know.  This is why I prefer to write about concrete topics. At least you don’t get to judge me based on the content. Yup, I’ll post 10 fun and interesting facts next time. Just to be by myself. *Insert the boring closing line about entropy continuing to increase*.

 

 

 

 

A Treatise of Mind

Mind’s reflection on its own thoughts

Introduction

*Yay! those high school assignments at least gave me an idea on how to start writing*  I think I was on some stuff while I wrote the following. I have a deep fascination with mind and its processes. But, I can not create mass social experiments that’ll help me confirm my theories. Thus, I settle down for examining my own thoughts and coming up explanations for them. *I think I was possessed by a drunk greek philosophers’ ghost*.

Please do not judge me based on works like these. I am the funny guy, the joker, not some deep, dark, mysterious kind of guy.

 

The first reflection is on first impression

The first cut is the deepest. The chaos is neither a rapier nor a club, it neither slices through nor crushes you. It simply consumes. Everything and everyone that comes in its way is lost forever, the subject isn’t even aware of the process. That is why chaos is simply ignored by some, hated by some and feared by some. There are a few lost souls who are redeemed by it. The first impression is that one is chaotic merely for the sake of non-conformity, but the truth is that one feels so different that one feels there is something wrong with the world and not the self.

 

The second reflection is on the beliefs of mind

It’s always the second mouse that gets the cheese. The mind holds onto certain basic laws of morality with weak roots. Careful questioning and/or reading can simply uproot the mind with such a force that can cause actual nausea. The belief in belief tendency has and continues to leave the mind in a stalemate stance. Thus, mind sometimes finds itself helpless when the image of the world fails to the tests of the real world (moral dilemma, lesser evil,etc). The question “why do you believe what you believe” iterated over several times can seriously leave the mind with an existential crisis.

 

The third reflection is on emotions

Three is the number of completeness. Yes, the emotions make us complete. But they are nothing more than chemical reactions to an external/internal stimulus. Emotions are one of those intermediate reactions which can cause more chain reactions if not kept under check. The mind is simultaneously thankful and bewildered by these hormonal changes in the brain. Quoting the band Cabbage Garden’s lyrics “feelings and emotions are better left upon the shelf”. Also quoting the band Imagination Dragons “It’s where my demons hide” it is evident that the mind is aware of the negativity caused by emotions.

 

The fourth reflection is on Ego

Even though I don’t agree with objectivist philosophy, I think Ayn Rand was right when she said “Man’s ego is the fountainhead of human progress”. A sense of ego is what gives the definition to the sense of purpose of life. A mind can not and doe not comprehend the true vastness and randomness of the world around. The ego gives it the strength to create and hold on to particular ideas and ideals which in turn give it something a bit concrete to hold on to. The ego craves for self-satisfaction even if it achieved by altruism.

 

There, I said it. Now please stop haunting my mind and let me rest easy.