Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Ramblings under the influence (of tea)

I am at a coffee shop, working on many things. I am sitting across a guy who looks like Matt Damon from School Ties (sorta). I also saw a woman in the bus today who looked like Katie Holmes. I considered approaching her and telling her. My sense of propriety along with a lack of my usual boldness combined to prevent me from committing that particular gaffe. Now, sitting across Matt (for lack of a proper name) I realize how big of a gaffe it would have been. I am thankful somewhat that my ancestors have not passed me any 'famous person look alike' genes. It would be pretty irritating to live a life of assumed fame and constant misunderstanding. I recently heard a "This American Life" episode called Doppelgangers. This line of thinking has reminded me of that particular episode. You should definitely check it out. You would realize, I think, the analogy and come to a conclusion similar to mine.  So the next time you think of complementing somebody with 'Hey, you have Tom Cruise eyes.' or 'Hey, you look like a tall Drew Barrymore.' just don't, okay! Note that, I am not just asking you to refrain from using these particular statements, but comparisons to famous people in general. 

This brings me to a sort of related line of thought. We as a people hate being judged for our looks. People always tell me you should not judge a person by what's on the outside. Or the more popular - 'It's what's on the inside that matters." I guess they are talking about character, intellect, one's soul or something along that line. My confusion here is a fundamental one. Why is it wrong to appreciate somebody's beauty? Or give them jobs based on their appearance? Or build a relationship based on their looks? One of these is seemingly ok (at least appears to be). You can appreciate somebody's beauty. But, in practice it is not very ok. You can not walk up to someone and say "Hey, you look stunning." or "Hey, you look sexy." But it is perfectly acceptable to say, "Hey, what you said is pretty intelligent." To firmly elucidate my confusion: Intellect and creativity are as much based on good genes and are as random as large eyes, blonde hair or high cheek bones. Similar to intelligence, beauty also needs a lot of hard work to maintain and heighten. Somehow picking the best looking person is only acceptable if you are a model or an actress. People resent it when a better looking person is promoted to be the spokesperson of anything, or a news anchor, or the public face of an organization. Sometimes they are even promoted for jobs in which beauty seemingly does not have a role to play, such as a doctor. However research does suggest that we naturally trust people who are good looking. I am too lazy to provide you with a link to that research so please assume that I provided you with the pubmed link (Blame my genes). 

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Dreaming of Yesterday - Part III Vinayak

Kumaran nervously fiddled with the ring on his finger until he reached that familiar ridge where copper gave way to gold. He loved that ring just as he loved Valli. When they were both children, Kumaran had playfully asked for her nose ring and she had pulled it out without thinking. There was blood everywhere. It was a day he would never forget and it was the last thing he had ever asked her. He had worn that nose ring on his finger from that day on, adding copper to the gold widening it year after year. Now there was more copper than gold to that ring, but it was a constant reminder of how precious his prin.. queen was.

How could she doubt him? Why did she doubt him? Was it a dream? He had so many questions and he had no clue where or how to start. He started pacing restlessly across the dark room that he knew so well, with Guru shadowing him with his watchful gaze. Suddenly he came to a halt. There was but one answer. There was but one person to whom he could turn for help. He had to call Vinayak. Vinayaka Vignahara, the remover of all obstacles: He would know what to do.

The relief was instantaneous. Just then, the morning sun broke through and lifted the darkness in the room. Kumaran actually managed a smile. Guru, seeing his smiling visage, hoped that Kumaran had a solution. Kumaran turned towards him and just said the name. Guru's furrowed brow uncreased and Kumaran could see that he agreed with him. Guru just stepped to the side, indicating that Kumaran should get moving. Kumaran strode with purpose towards the aviary, but he was not in search of any pigeon but the pigeon keeper's daughter, Urmi. As luck would have it, he did not have to go all the way to the aviary. He spied her lithe form chasing after a stray cat in the palace gardens. She caught up to the cat but let it run again, and again. She sensed Kumaran watching her and gave up on the farce to turn and face him. Kumaran had no sooner begun to call her name out, when she was next to him. Again, he only had to utter the name and she was off. Just as he turned back, he saw Guru coming towards him. This time they took to pacing together, like royal sentries, guarding the flower patch. Now they had to wait, hopefully not for long. Hopefully his brother would have an answer...