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Two Roads Diverged In A Wood, And I, I Took The Less Travelled By.

I was quite confused about ‘being sceptic’ and ‘being confused’ until I realised it is not required to be confused while being sceptical. The seeds of scepticism in my conscience were sown at the very beginning when I started putting various societal and cultural norms to scrutiny and questioned the dogmatic religious faiths. Since then I have been in a rigid habit of doubting anything and everything. I read and I learnt a lot, then again I read and I learnt more. By now I had developed the virtue of not believing in anyone or any piece of information until I myself certified their credibility and authenticity. Not believing blindly or doubting at every step is a sign of a healthy mind, but one must know its limitations. Going too far in it can prove to be fatal.

The very idea of scepticism deals with testifying every belief, knowledge or any piece of information of its authenticity. But practising it more often and putting it in use even in the domain of one’s personal lives can exhaust the thinking capability, as it takes a tremendous amount of energy in doubting and scrutinising. This exhaustion can drive the mind to a state of confusion, where it becomes hard to take sides during a conflict.

Confusion in itself embodies complexity and it can never be a part of scepticism. Confusion is a state of mind where one is in a constant tug of war between two or more extremes. The moment confusion creeps in and stays for a prolonged period, it swiftly pushes one to the verge of a mental illness popularly known as delirium. Sudden changes in feelings or perception are common in delirium, clouds of uncertainty hover around the head, and the person has a hard time taking concrete decisions, sometimes giving chills of disorientation too.

Choosing between binaries is one of the toughest tasks one has to confront, as it weeds out any possibilities of considering the wide variety of middle grounds. The world is not all sunshine and rainbows; sometimes one has to come across the rigid dichotomy of black and white, where the grey part ends up suffocating between the two extremes of black and white. In such times, Robert Frost comes to my rescue.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.

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Forming an argument.

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I have seen many people debating incessantly over a matter trying to justify their way of thinking without even considering ‘common sense’ in their talk. So this post is sincerely devoted to those miserable souls who think, “hum mahaan aur baaki sab beimaan” (I am the only one honest and others are just dishonest). Stroll down to find the appropriate way of giving an argument.

If you support an ideology about something or have your own one, then get ready to endure the criticism, as you just cannot please everybody with your way of thinking. Make your ‘firm yet elastic’ stance and abide by it, always defend your arguments critically and analytically and try to avoid vague and irrational reasoning. Try to justify your argument, like: “I am right, and here’s why” and not like: “You are wrong, wrong, wrong so I am right.”

Understand others point of view too but try to be firm to your viewpoint, as everyone has the freedom to have their own unique point of view, and so you do too. Have an elastic approach when giving your argument and if possible make due amendments in it according to the demanded situation.

PS – Feel free to add your valuable argument to this ‘argument’, in the comments section below.

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What begets Fanaticism?

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The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows, this is a very mean and nasty place full of treacherous scumbags. They will always try to trick you, incite you, and then beat you down with their skillful tactics. But, but you have to recognize them, and at the very first hand just ignore them and refrain yourself from getting involved in their trap. Because more you get involved, the more they incite you and the more they incite you, you get frigging more involved. And this involvement my friend, ends up making you frustrated, charming you towards the path of coercion and violence.

And you know what, the fun part is that, this very fair and judgemental world considers this kind of frustration as “FANATICISM”.

So my friend, you need not resort to fanaticism, just learn the art of recognizing those scumbags and try to abstain from getting yourself provoked by them.

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Overheard conversations, or better say EAVESDROPPING!

Eavesdropping is one of my favorite hobbies, I tend to do it everyday. So here are some snippets from the conversations I overheard one day while I was on my way to my aunt’s house.

I overheard two rag picking kids fighting over a worn out pair of shoes thrown at the garbage bin in my locality. And here is what I heard:

“It’s mine, I saw it first”
“So what? I took it first, so it’s mine”

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Two rag pickers

Strolling along some more distance I overheard a teen talking over phone to her lover, perhaps.

“You know na baby, how much I love you. So why are you doing this to me? Please don’t breakup. Let’s talk about this”

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Teen talking on phone

Travelling along some more length of the path, I came across a fat middle aged lady trying to bargain with the vegetable vendor.

“Bhaiya, how much for the Onions?
“Only ₹30 a kilo, Madam”
“How much will it cost for 3 kilos?”  asked the fat lady intending for a discount, though the cost for 3 kilos was obvious.
“Madam, you can take it for ₹85”
“But bhaiya, other vendors are offering cheaper price”
“Madam, I can give it to you for only 82, and not less than that because there would be no margin profit left for me if I offer more discount.”
“Okay, and how much for these Potatoes?”
“…
    …”

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Woman bargains with the vegetable vendor

I walked past the place and after advancing some more steps I found some old men smoking hookahs and having their  conversations, which goes like:

“These days the society has changed a lot. Isn’t it? Nowadays people don’t participate in social gatherings, rather they try to socialize behind mobile screens. God knows what they find interesting there!”

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Some old men smoking hookah

And others just nodded their head in affirmation.

P.S. – This post is for The Weekly Challange

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Why I don’t shop at PALIKA BAZAAR

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Palika entrance

Palika Bazaar, situated at Connaught Place, New Delhi, is one of the finest place where one can find various kinds of commodities right from safety pin to electronic gadgets; from caps to footwear; wallet to trolley bags; pirated CD/DVD’s to Xbox and PlayStations; at a very cheap rate. But only a buyer hostile and experienced enough at bargaining can purchase all the items on the list and yet manage to sustain the warmth of his/her pocket.

Last year, my friend Alok and I went Palika to purchase a belt for me. Here is a snippet from the tête-à-tête we had with the belt vendor.

What’s the cost of that one, bro?” asked Alok pointing towards the brown belt kept on the middle of the lowermost shelf.

Only Rs. 600. It’s made of pure leather, see! nothing happened” replied the vendor, crumpling and stretching the belt very casually to it’s limit.

What! 600 for such a petty belt? Insane!” retorted I.

Let’s leave” insisted Alok. And then we began moving away, assuming that he would initiate a negotiation.

450? That’s the last bargain” declared the vendor.

No, Rs 50. If you are willing to give it for 50 then give or, excuse us” demanded Alok.

Haha! Is there a “C” written on my head? What kind of bid is this, brother! Also the wholesale rate is much higher than this” he retaliated derisively. “See brother, we keep the finest of the finest items you would ever come across the whole Palika, so there’s no option for a deduction

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Inside view of Palika

After a pause of 3-4 seconds, the vendor on sensing that we ain’t gonna agree on a deal to that amount, he perhaps thought better to cut some price.

Okay 300! only for you, as you are insisting so much, and that’s final

60?“commanded Alok.

Hehehe What Sir! Are you kidding me?  You aren’t even trying to agree on an agreement. At least come to an agreeable price, Sir. Come on now, say your last deal

60 ONLY, that’s our final price, you want to give or not?” said Alok boldly. And then we again pretended to leave.

100. Is that okay?” requested the vendor.

70

Okay 80. Neither yours nor mine. Come on, take it” he said hastily packing the belt in a poly bag, and handing it over to us.

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So, by this a hectic deal came to an end and, phew! I was glad that we made it. It wasn’t possible for me to buy that belt at such a cheap price. I would’ve ended up making a deal of 300 or so, but it was Alok that I was able to buy the so called “600 belt” at only 80 bucks.

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I used to steal ‘things’ from a general store

I don’t remember exactly when, but it was the time when I was in 5th or 6th grade and I with my other two partners-in-crime would go to a particular shop in ‘Visti para‘ where an old man, in his late 70’s, used to be the grocer, for which we took the advantage and steal things from his shop.
HOW did we steal? and WHAT did we steal?
Just stroll on with me to the next 200 words to find out.

“Uncle, can you show that pen”, pointing towards the direction just behind him.

“This one, beta?”

And the moment he turns to reach the pen, the other two would get ready to clear the things kept on the counter while one of us kept him engaged.

“No, no, uncle that pen”
“This?”
“No, just beside that”
“This one!”
“On the left side, the purple one”
“Okay”

So what things were kept on the counter? Ah, my mouth still waters up when I think about those delicious ‘pastries’ and ‘dilkhush‘ and ‘khasta biscuits’ and those sweet ‘buns’. Yeah, these were the petty things we used to steal. As I mentioned earlier that he was in his late 70’s, so it took him time to do the job. And by the time he turns back again we would already have grabbed some of the packets of those ‘petty things’ and hide it under our T-shirt, sucking our stomach inside making space enough to keep those packets safely, without getting noticed. (That was silly, I know!). This became our daily routine and we were getting better off at this day by day.

“What’s the cost?”
“ONLY 30 rupees, beta”
“Hmmm… nice stuff, and the price is also resonable, isn’t it?”, I retorted with a tone of sarcasm in my voice.
“That’s one of it’s kind, you will never find the fine quality of ink used in it in other pens”, replied the shopkeeper.
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“Okay uncle, keep it, we don’t have the money”.

And then we would run to some safe place and finally, divide the eateries among us and relish our success.

Those were the days when these small successes made me happy and brought immense pleasure. And now when I am a grown up, I realise that those fun providing moments were called theft, serious theft.

I sometimes think that I must visit that shop once again and should apologise that old man.
But… Naaah, why apologise for the crime we never did, as he never got to know what was missing from the counter. So why be sorry for stealing ‘nothing’.

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The tale of a mere CROW: Where there is a will there is a way

You all must have heard the great grand tale of ‘The crow and the pitcher’ where a thirsty crow comes across a pitcher containing a little amount of water at the bottom. Failing in reaching the water the bird uses her wit and starts dropping pebbles into the pitcher until the water reaches the top, and thus finally is able to quench her thirst.

Here I tried to blend the old tale with a new idea. And guess what! It is based on a true incident.

So go ahead and give it a read.

Just sitting leisurely on the sofa, sipping the first cup of tea of the day and rolling my eyes through the newspaper, something flashy at the balcony dragged my attention towards it. I inquisitively moved forward to find that a little crowie is sitting down there and randomly moving her head in every direction maybe in search of something. I made myself comfortable on the floor and decided to squander some time observing the puny creature. The crow seemed to be a bit confused as she was continuously looking here and there aimlessly and fluttering her wings stupidly in order to stand stable on the iron railing. This observance made me think of myself, as I can relate it to one of my characteristics of being spontaneous at doing any work. I always aspire of being stable and think wisely before I act but unfortunately, I end messing things up.

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The next observation: The crow was looking for something to eat, she found a millipede inside the pot out there in balcony. She tried to pick it up through her tweezers beak but the aloe vera leaves were blocking her way. Now the next incident just took the hell out of me (and I am sure it will make you remember one of the Aesop’s fable: The crow and the pitcher) when she flew away and in no time came back with a small wire, a straight one, then she bent it in the shape of a hook and finally she used the wire to take that defenseless millipede out.

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She then ate the millipede with great relish right in front of me, as if trying to mock me for interpreting her wrong.

This whole episode taught me two things. First, that never judge anyone on the basis of just one incident and second, never underestimate yourself. If a mere crow can do such miracle (logical thinking) then why can’t I ? “Where there is a will there is a way

(Why did she made a hook? Well the answer to this question is out of my understanding too, maybe perhaps she was aware of the fact that the millipede coils itself round when approaching danger. So she rather thought to use the hook to pick it up rather than pin it and then pick.)

©innorishabh