When your only job is hunting for one

People do the strangest of things in their lives. They live a consistently self-induced miserable lie, and yet constantly discuss other peoples' lives. They discuss the lives of their friends, their colleagues, their peers, their relatives, their roommates. They talk about their opinions, their personality, their choices and decisions, their relations and relatives, their morals and values and religion. Now, these people that they talk about; they don't necessarily affect their lives in any fancy manner. Their choices may or may not cause the complete upheaval of one's life and routine. How they talk, eat, laugh, bathe, clean their room, cry or chat on the phone, will only affect a person as much as a yowling cat or a buzzing honeybee does. A discussion about whether they clean the bathtub or the commode after using it or not, should not lead to how they were badly raised by their inefficient parents, or how they can never succeed and make good relations with anybody becaus...

In the past few days, my yearning for the basis and core of all digital technology has led me to read about and watch videos on applicati ons of  mathematics. During the same, have come to realize that if you look closely enough, mathematics can be the basis of all ideology and philosophy. I was, in a way, able to formulate my own by taking a few of these examples and putting them in "perspective".   ` I always keep a strong connection between my identity and my actions, i.e. how I am and what I do. Described below are some of the very key features of how I am and will be, with a little mathematical motivation in the background~ 1.  Be observant and aware : Be very observant and aware of your surroundings and environment. Who you are and what you do impacts others in more ways than you can fathom. Be like Fibonacci or the Jain poet Hemachandra, who observed how nature proliferates at the micro and macro level and discovered that it does so in a very strange, yet determini...

I started my day when the digits on my digital clock struck ten in the morning. I'd had seven hours of sleep the earlier night; barely so though. I'd made a to-do list after great lengths of imploration my parents went through, to get me to make one. Excessive technology does cripple a man, as did the virtual, yet surreal technology of video streaming on the bastard son of the original social media. The bastard son, DueTyoob, had definitely and definitively crippled my control over my body's urgent need to sleep and take rest and had in its stead, infested my mind with all insensible crazy questions about how American people feel about Indian food, and how tennis court drama earns more claps than a great ae whizzing past the opponent. I'd been perplexed by what I'd seen, wanting to watch more and more, just as I am right now, gripped by the urge to write this article, even when it is eleven minutes past two in the first few hours after daybreak. The rest of my day h...