Discovery of Deepness

Have you ever felt better by trashing "trash"?

One of my dearest friends is culpable of such offence.

So how does he (yes its a he, which really does not mean that only males are capable of such things) do it? He primarily focuses on songs, movies and books.

Lets take songs. Its a habit of his that whenever he gets his hand on my laptop, he fishes for a few of his "favourite" songs and make a playlist. The playlist is appropriately named "discovery of deepness". Why it is appropriate will become clear shortly.

Maybe elaborating his playlist will help. It starts with Scatman, follows up with Shaggy's "Bombastic" and Aqua's "Barbie Girl" thrown in between. Britney Spears and JLo also make their presence felt in this great list.

So?

In essence, this list is what my friend believes is a compilation of the worst songs that my laptop has in its hard drives. This practice of his is a cause of great irritation to me sometimes. But interestingly, though I have the complete liberty to delete these songs, I have chosen not to.

Why?

I do not know. It could be inertia. Why go through the trouble of sifting through numerous files and folders to delete nonsense? let them just be.

This sounds like a good reason. It isn't.

I have never been shy of deleting nonsense from my hard drives even if it means I spend my precious (don't ask me the value, I'd be at trouble to justify "precious") time to do so.

Then? Do I like these songs? It could be a clear cut case of one man's trash being another man's treasure. This can be a promising argument.

Yet it falls flat. I do not listen to them when I'm idle. They are just there, ready to be played when my friend gets his hand on my notebook.

The real reason, I am inclined to believe, is that I also enjoy trashing them up- laugh at the stupid lyrics, rhythm and their apparent zero value. Value is a difficult word, and so I qualify it in a subjective sense.

This is the "Discovery of Deepness". An attempt to laugh at trash. An attempt to jeer at the mediocre output of a flattened world. Do spend some time on"flattened".

This exercise really does not serve any purpose. We do not do it publicly so that a reasonable number of people can take our cue and also identify trash. It could be turned into a social mission of making people identify the "real stuff" from a cesspool of mediocrity and nonsense. Yet we do not do that.

One could say that this post is an attempt to reach out to people to do just that. It isn't. This blog is rarely read and I take great comfort at that. This is just to inform anyone who reads this piece that we do it and why we do it. No grand missions here.

And then there's the classic argument- one man's trash is another's treasure (I am not sure if this has been quoted). Who are we to judge music? I have never listened to the greatest works of the art.

It is probably a personal experience of how to separate the wheat from the chaff based on our own understanding and then gloating on it. For me it has been an acquired taste. Deep down, there have been instances when I have enjoyed it- trashing "trash".

To add, "we" (partly me, mostly him!) do it for movies and books. For the curious, Robert Ludlum is on the receiving end when we're on books. As for movies, it ranges from Govinda to Dharmendra.

Imagine our surprise when we went to watch "Johnny Gaddar" for such a reason (It had Dharmendra in a leading role and we thought it'd be complete trash) and actually ended up seeing a taut thriller.

It doesn't always work.

But Dharmendra was at his usual worst.

:)

These are but confusing times

This struck me once. And I never came out of it.

Have I ever been blissfully happy? Have I experienced those delightful moments of happiness where you stop thinking about everything else and gloat with your happiness?

Yes I have been. There had been quite a few moments, fortunately. Mostly are moments of what people would say "success". Admission to school, college, university and then the job. And of course the "yes" that every boy wishes to hear since he gains real consciousness.

There have been little moments too.

But life gets tortuous. There have been people who have loved me very much. I have not been so kind. Some had to leave me, but the rest I left behind.

Decisions I take affect others. Yet I seldom flinch. I do think but an outcome with a cold finality is reached.

And the result is the same always- these decisions apparently help me and as a price, I have to leave people behind.

When will this stop?

When and where will I stop?

With regret, probably never. It is the new conquest that always allures me. That is my reason to live and that is the reason I die.

Everyday.