Ordering

A lot of what we end up doing, picking up jobs, marrying women, picking on B schools, picking cities, deciding whether we want to end up in US or remain in the dhool mitty of India depends on the order that these things arrive in our lives.

One women before the other, one job before the other, one screw up before the other...

Even the time it takes to execute v lookup depends on whether you have sorted the data or not.

In Mathematics, duality or inverse is akin to what would have happened if things were presented to us in a different order, would't life have turned out pretty different. 

In Criticism of myself

In the end, it all boils down to love, sweetheart. From Saath Khoon Maaf. 

For a woman i.e. 

For a man, just replace the word love with ego. 

It seems that women are generally lost in an eternal quest for finding love, while men are more ambitious and look for more than just love in a life. Most of the men i.e. 

Btw the last post I had written about the rules of the game kinda sucked. Sometimes rules are good in that they give you a sense, false or true, that you know what you are doing. At other times, it is not a bad idea to dump the rules and just go with the flow, where ever the flow takes. 

Book of the moment: Road by Cormac McCarthy. Interesting thus far.

On being an asshole

Marylin Delpy: You're not an asshole, Mark. You're just trying so hard to be. 

Dhobhi Ghaat

brilliant camera work. OKish storyline. So So movie. Just like a manufactured normal page in a daily newspaper in Mumbai.

But yes, a good background score, by some foreigner I guess.

And why does Shai have a foreign accent. She could have had had a parsi a dhinga kinda accent.

Hobby of the moment: Finding gaps in the education sector where ideas can be explored.

Book of the moment: Arvind adiga's other book was crap. Now reading The Finkler Question.

It was surprising to realise that Dad and Mom know so much about Dhoobi Ghaat. A lot more than me actually as their two main sources of knowledge remain the TV and the newspaper, both of which I personally desist.

There is so much they want to talk I guess, but I am not open to conversations. Simple Harold Pinter types of conversations, but I am myself hung up about marriage & how to better manage my workplace.

There is this gap between myself and my parents, like we live in two different worlds. I live with them but still my thoughts, my actions, my expectations, my confusions are so different, or are they? Though they have brought me up , my existence is also a function of the surroundings which they sent me to initially, and the ones which I choose to go to later on.

Yasmeen in Dhoobi Ghat reminded me of Ruksar's story.She should be somewhere in Saudi. Married, mother, happy.

Totally jobless weekend comes to an end. More officing around but thank Britishers for their enslavement that we could fight them, get freedom and get an off, bang on a Wednesday.  

Public mai sansani , ek baar

From Wiki

A stereotype is a held popular belief about specific social groups or types of individuals. The concepts of "stereotype" and "prejudice" are often confused with many other different meanings. Stereotypes are standardized and simplified conceptions of groups based on some prior assumptions.

When a kid grow up those around the kid, mostly his parents and relatives start stereotyping him/her like 

• He yells like hell 
• She is of quieter type
• He has no interest in business
• Whatever he tries he fails

etc.

From these stereotypes and our own experiences about life, good or bad, emerge ideas like

• He has to be fixed. Like fix a job, a marriage etc.
• He has to complete his education, he has no mind for business

So when one is on the other side, say on the inside/ receiving end of these ideas, one generally revolts. Trying to assert otherwise, and in the process helping to strengthen the stereotype. And the ideas that come are

• Why can't people leave me alone
• Why not just allow me to learn from my life and keep me out of your prejudiced viewpoint

And life turns into a melange of these ideas, jumping from one to another. Sometimes, me stereotyping people, at other times trying to fight the stereotype that has been fixed like Samuel Taylor Coleridge would have called it, an albatross. 

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Ryan Bingham: [on getting through airport security] Never get behind old people. Their bodies are littered with hidden metal and they never seem to appreciate how little time they have left. Bingo, Asians. They pack light, travel efficiently, and they have a thing for slip on shoes. Gotta love 'em.
Natalie Keener: That's racist.
Ryan Bingham: I'm like my mother, I stereotype. It's faster. 

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Ryan Bingham: I thought I was a part of your life.
Alex Goran: I thought we signed up for the same thing... I thought our relationship was perfectly clear. You are an escape. You're a break from our normal lives. You're a parenthesis.
Ryan Bingham: I'm a parenthesis?