Author: Srinath Narasimhan

I write, therefore I think. I am Srinath and I like to sound philosophical and quotey. Mostly, I sound squeaky. I didn't intend that to rhyme. The time I took to write this about page could have been spent writing two good posts. I realized that a month ago, so I hope this one here will stay. I have been writing badly for a year now and intend to do so until I reach a state of below average. I thought some of the things I write about may interest you. Not because what I am saying is right, but because it could be all wrong, and together, we could discover the grand purpose of life. Anyway, about: I grew up in bengaluru India and studied Liberal arts some time. I live in Delhi now. That's all you need to know about me. A long time ago, I read one of my articles to a friend. He (she, actually) threw a pen on my head and asked me to write a blog and called me a 'selfish big'. I think she meant pig. I picked up the pen and wrote the word blog on a piece of paper and threw it back. Something else hit me after that. I don't remember. Nine months later, I became less selfish. And less big. Hence the blog! There's a few ideas about productivity, work, philosophy, and as they used to call it back then: life, in here. Some personal development stuff too. What's with the name, Meditations? The Roman emperor Marcus Aurelius had a journal. He wrote about the trials and tribulations (and there were plenty) of his life in it. Someone found this journal and published it. And someone else called that journal meditations. Although Marcus, would have preferred it to be called: to himself. This is my Journal and like Marcus, I want to call it 'to himself'. But, we always like what someone else chooses. Ergo, Meditations. Let us read.

Hello, Peter

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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. I know, right? What is wrong with the world, yeah? How about way too many assoles talking about what's wrong with the world. How about that? You know this. This is the longest we've gone without a catastrophic war; we have fewer deadly diseases; longer life-spans; and a standard of freedom previously unknown—I mean, … Continue reading Hello, Peter

8 Billion

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Something needs to be wrong with the world. That need is the foundation of capitalism. Progress is, existentially speaking, an antidote to boredom. The latest in our list of faux purposefulness is thinking about the world we are leaving behind for the kids, the mollycoddling climax. This pogrom is a perfect distraction from the original … Continue reading 8 Billion

Prick

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How vain to believe I have something useful to say every week. How apropos of the spirit of the times, of nothing, this need to write about not having something to write about. How reassuring, finally, to have written something; to be seen making something of my life, my life of something.

What’s the word for sleepwalking?

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Suffering implodes in intervals of immortality. We are all efficient at hating ourselves. The regularity of this state makes acceptance impractical. So we've substituted acceptance with obsession. Life with lifelike. Unknown with unconsciousness. Our mind has the quality checks of Willy Wonka's chocolate factory. Unconsciousness, hence, has become the supply chain of catastrophe. We've declared … Continue reading What’s the word for sleepwalking?