Question Everything You Ever Knew

It’s a bit disconcerting to one day realize that everything you believe in, or rather, taught to believe in, comes crashing down upon you and that safe, secluded cone that enveloped and cradled you once, has shattered to expose you, raw, to the big bad world.
We take it for granted – our beliefs, our notions and our perceptions.
From a very young age, we look into the world through someone else’s eyes.
Questions are muted and intrigue is dampened to produce an ideal product of society; one that speaks, hears, understands the way he is programmed to be.
It is something we never realize as we hobble along in our monotonous ruts.
But in the past week or so, questions started springing, doubts crept in and bafflement pulled the strings of many minds.
At school, our weekly Theory of Knowledge sessions most often end in mental disarray as we prod at questions and engage in heated debate. For those of you not familiar to Theory of Knowledge, it is a class in which students analyze and dissect the various facets of ‘Knowledge’ and learn to be independent, inquisitive thinkers meant to challenge things and not accept it as it is.
Recently, a very intriguing debate arose about Conspiracy Theories and it made me realize how we often accept things without any questions.
We were told of the 9/11 attacks and that Osama Bin Laden was the root of all evil. Newspapers heralded it. Heads of Media reporters on television bobbed in agreement over the giant yellow Breaking News tape stretched across the screen. Authorities importantly cleared their throats, tapped their microphones and condemned the attack, vowing to fight back and further went on to proclaim the rights of every citizen.
And we bought it. Bought it, Ate it, Digested It. Hook, Line and Sinker.
Where was the judgment? Where was the radical thinking? Where were the questions?
We were scared to differ from public opinion, safe within the mob.
Why did the World Trade Centres collapse at the same time even if one was burning for longer? Did a plane really hit the Pentagon? Why was an unmarked plane flying in territorial air space?
In Theory of Knowledge classes, we learn that the core principles are Reason, Perception, Emotion and Language.
However, we often chose to ignore at least one of them; not seeing the big picture.
Feeling secure and being an impression cast by the mould of society may seem an easy way out. Yet, it is merely comfort food.
All the people that ever made it big, asked questions. Questions that shook their faith and foundation. Questions that changed their lives.
Life is full of mysteries and some may never find answers. Shying away may keep you living but to be truly alive is to take a crack at the riddle.

PodWars : The Return of the Dead(i)

Solar Powered Chargers are brilliant!

Just leave your cell phone/watch/car out to catch a few sunrays and a nice little tan and ta-da! Charged and good to go!



But since such luxuries frivolities are much beyond my (and my bank account's) reach, I am destined to settle for the old fashioned wires; all tangled together in a inseparable coiled mass.



I am incapable of having any of my technological gizmos charged for use.

As a result, my poor mechanical devices lay dying; their still, lifeless, frigid corpses litter my desk, substituing for paper-weights.



Recently, I had a minor panic attack when the ever-trusty iPod decided to bail on me.



The people at Apple seem to have a sadistic sense of humour.

As my iPod was left for dead, the screen blacked out and then for a moment, breathed its last gasp of life as a picture flickered on. And then it was lost to the world.



Here's my sketch of the image:







Steve Jobs is laughing somewhere.

The Blues

I honestly love football. Yes, I do.

But playing football after nearly 3 to 4 years, without being ready for it, is a massively bad idea.

Besides being horrifically bad with appalling coordination, I managaed to procure a shiny blue toe.

Yes, Blue.

Apparently, when a football crashes head-on with a foot, it tends to injure the nail, turning it blue, making the victim experience a feeling of being repeatedly stabbed in the toe.

Oh. The. Joy.

The things that we love are the ones that do us in. Bah.

I've got to go improve my game - Let's put up 'Better at Football' with the rest of the countless resolutions I drew up.

Till then,

Pass. Run. Receive. Dribble. Kick.
Score

As simple as that

Pop That Top

I collect Snapple bottle caps.

Weird, huh?

They have obscure facts printed on the back of the cap, enlightening us everytime we gulp down a refreshingly cold drink of sugary goodness.

I mean, how cool is that?

Who knew Strawberries were part of the Rose family?

Knowing that may save your life in the future.

Maybe when alien invaders order you to bring them a member of the Rose family if you don't want your head to be shrunk by their blaster guns and all the roses in the world have withered to death?

Oh yes. Snapple is saving us, one bottle cap at a time!

R.I.P.

Please, bow your heads as we observe a moment of silence for a faithful, loyal friend who has reached her end.



This week witnessed the passing of a wonderful companion.





My poor old laptop.

She was a wonderful machine that was always there for me.

For a very long time.




She was my first and undoubtedly, my favourite laptop.



Even though Mac books sparkle with the zeal of technological development; those sleek, impersonal gizmos are no match for my amazing laptop.



Yes, she was old, slow and frail. But she had heart-warming memories tucked into the corners of her ancient Hard-disk.



So, here's to you, old friend! :

• I'm sorry I yelled when you were slow and I was in a hurry.


• I'm sorry for dropping you once.


• I'm sorry I didn't wipe you enough so that you would feel fresh and glittering new.


• I'm sorry I didn't take better care of you.


• I'm sorry for the cookie crumbs that littered your keys.


• I'm sorry for putting you on stand-by and not shutting you down for a good nice sleep.


• Lastly, I'm sorry I ever kept an open bottle of water near you; that led to your untimely demise.

Rest in Peace, buddy.

While your circuits are fried and your system crashed, I hope you finally get the rest you needed after working so hard.



:) Good Luck, buddy!