Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Why so much correctness?

This post is inspired by Anirudh's comment on my last post. He said that the question I had asked was very difficult to answer.

Le me stray aside a little bit. When I came to IIT, I was quite a naive fellow. I still am, I don't deny that, but even the dumbest manage to pick up some wisdom. The thing I learnt over here was something that people called political correctness. Now, people may choose to define political correctness in the way they like, however, the consequesnce that it had for my life was this. I have never again been able to speak even one sentence without a long list of expanations.

Let me take a simple statement like - "IIT is a good college.". As soon as I make the horrible mistake of saying those harmless words, my intelligent audience (someone like Anirudh) would immediately interject - "That depends on what you mean by good.".

Of course I know that. I am well aware that good is a subjetive term and its very difficult to define it. That is why we don't define it. We go on using it in our everyday parlance and never define it. But as soon as I start talking to these so called "intellectuals" I have to define it. They wouldn't let me live without it!

The point I wish to make here is not that what these people demand is unreasonable or illogical. Quite the contrary. However, have we ever paid attention to the fact that how cryptic and tedious conversations become when you have to explain each and every statement you make. It becomes downright boring.

I long for those good old days when you could be biased without fear. You did not have to carry the burden of being "politically correct". After all, can you ever be that. I don't think so. You can only try and you'll probably fail miserably because everyone is inherently biased. That is the nature of human consciousness. And besides, being unbiased all the time is also a bias in itself.

Getting back to Ani's comment. I wish someone would have given some answer to my questions, even if a biased one. It's lot more fun to hold opinions, have debates, try to justify them, modify them, test them rather that just shrugging and saying - I don't know . . . It's very hard to say . . .

I've used too many italicised words in this posting. This normally means that the posting was not well written and the writer had to resort to visual cues to emphasize his point.

Update January 20, 2010: It is so embarrassing to read posts from the past. This was written almost 5 years ago! Note the pretentious language: "I was quite a naive fellow", really? But it is interesting to see my first tryst with political correctness. And to note to what degree I have internalized it now. It does take a long time for your views to change.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

That Male Stare

All males stare at females. Even I do. It's a reflex action with me. A girl passes me and my eyes, like an automaton, follow her till she's out of sight. It's like I'm programmed! I just can't help it. These days I hardly notice it. It barely registers in my mind.

But I really wonder what girls actually feel about it? Do they feel annoyed, with so many people staring at them? Do they feel pleased? Or has it stopped bothering them anymore? Just like I barely notice that I'm staring at a girl.

Is this behaviour part of the natural human mating behaviour. I mean, you got to check out as many females as you can, before choosing a mate, right? Or is it a habit that I've picked up from my peers and do it just because everyone else does?

And finally, is it good, or bad, or neither?

Tuesday, September 20, 2005


I love everything.

Monday, September 19, 2005

A Momentary Lapse?

The primary reason that I've not blogged for so long now is that my monitor has not been in working order and it actually took three weeks to sort the matter out. But now that I have my own personal monitor back again, you guys should be able to see some good posts again.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005


A few days ago I was in Pragati Maidan, Delhi for the National Book Fair. The President of India was about to arrive to inaugarate the fair. Naturally there were several armed policemen present. It was my first experience with so much of police. But the surprising thing is I felt afraid rather than safe! And it did not strike me as odd at all at that time, though now I wonder why.


Sex is like food, only that its not vital.