Sunday, August 28, 2016

In Bollywood dance or item songs, the side dancers - guys or girls - don't have any individual identity but have a single, unified collective identity [COMPACTIDEA]

Audience focuses only on the lead/main actor or actress/item girl. The background/side/supporting dancers are there only to "create crowd" for the lead/main folks. These supporting folks aren't seen individually by the audience, but are seen collectively. They don't have any individual identity in these songs, even if they dance as well or better than the main folks.

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Hardcore feminists oppose the Hindu festival Raksha Bandhan [Rakhi] [COMPACTIDEA]


It's amusing to read feminist rants each year about Raksha Bandhan [Rakhi], in newspapers and on blogs. Seriously, such feminists are extremely frustrated beings and they need to get a life and stop prioritizing, for example, the wearing of body-revealing clothes as somehow empowering women and the celebration of traditional Indian festivals as somehow disempowering for females. If these radical feminists don't like our cultural norms and traditions and don't want to follow them [or even see them or hear about them], they can very well either hide inside their homes or perhaps leave this soil and go to some La La Land in some other nation and feel empowered, liberated and vindicated among their own group.

Thursday, August 18, 2016

Mediocrity is the ongoing norm in Bollywood [COMPACTIDEA]


Most movies/songs coming out these days from India's Bollywood are mediocre. Like Rustom. Yes, Rustom! Bollywood movies these days have unnecessary and unnecessarily loud background music to cover the lack of acting/story/dialogs. Girls/women who just can't stop themselves from stripping in songs. Forcibly introduced humour/jokes so that the movie isn't labeled "heavy" by youth which doesn't seem to have appreciation for or understanding of high-quality cinema. Leaning on abuses and cheap/indecent/lewd/raunchy terms and phrases in order to evoke a fake sense of interest/wow from the mediocrity-satisfied audience. Music is doing even worse. Loud beats and meaningless lyrics which are little more than noise, all but lacking any soothing melody/tune. Again, much music is now commercial, as opposed to artistic, and heavily relies on shameless stripping "item girls" in order to sell itself [a sort of rider].

Sunday, August 7, 2016

BRICS is, to be honest, an insult for Vladimir Putin and Russia [COMPACTIDEA]

Feels sad to see Putin in the company of losers such as Narendra Modi, Jacob Zuma and Dilma Rousseff. Xi Jinping and Vladimir Putin both have a very different "class" compared to the other three. Bad days for Russia that its charismatic leader Vladimir Putin has to pose for group photos with fake/puny leaders like Modi, Zuma and Rousseff. I don't feel good seeing this. Russia's league is much higher.

Thursday, August 4, 2016

That one white hair strand on your head is a potent reminder for all of us [COMPACTIDEA]

All/most of us have it. It shines brightly and we try to hide it [we've all been told not to chop it or else all our hair would go white]. One can have a few such strands even in one's early 20s. Annoyance aside, this white strand serves as a reminder to us all about our eventual fate - old age, frail body, reduced mental abilities, and eventually death and conversion of what we used to be into dust and lifeless molecules. Perhaps looking daily at this one white strand makes us be a better man.

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Is revenge an integral component of serving justice to the victims of a crime [COMPACTIDEA]

This thought occured to me when I read this news story on NDTV about a recent gang-rape in India of a 35 year old woman, her 14 year old daughter, and another female relative [plus beating, looting, etc., of the male family members]. Not digressing from the topic, the key question here [about human nature] is this - why is "revenge" an integral part of [the feeling of having gotten] justice for victims of crime? In this case, the victim family wants the rapists punished. Why do us humans feel a sort of satisfaction when the perpetrators of a crime are punished, considering the punishment doesn't undo or erase the initial crimes that were committed upon the victims?

Sunday, July 24, 2016

Whenever I look at photos of buildings in Iraq, Libya, Syria turned into lifeless rubble, I feel sad and angry

Sad and angry because I know that America has destroyed these countries – Iraq, Libya and Syria. America – for its endless lust for oil and dollars and contracts and power and hegemony – has bombed and missiled these nations so much and so many times that these nations and the people there are back to the caveman days. So sad and angry because America itself continues to build and enjoy and use new skyscrapers and new bridges and new tunnels while the powerless people of these destroyed-by-America countries are slaughtered each day by America and forced to live like animals.

Monday, July 4, 2016

Something unprecedented and unforeseen happened today - I wasn't concerned about how many birthday wishes I received on Facebook

Does this mean that the 30s are actually having an effect on me? Maybe. Because until today, as far back as I can remember, I always used to check - multiple times a day - the inward flow of birthday greetings for me on Facebook [on my birthday]. I would feel very excited to see more and new wishes pouring in, but not today. Today I checked FB maybe only once or twice, and I even didn't care much about who or how many wished me. Maybe this has some connection to my overall significantly reduced usage of FB. Or maybe it's just that I'm no longer bothered/worried about whether or not other people are wishing me.

There's an important lesson here. We all have certain beliefs about who we are, how we like to act, what things we like, what priorities we have, what are our dreams, what all we covet, and so on. We consider these values sort of constant and stable, and a description of who we think we are. But the lesson here is that we're not a n-tuple of some constant values. We're changing. Our beliefs about our own self need to change as we change. These can't be constant. I cannot forever hold the belief that I love to check the birthday wishes pouring in for me on FB. I could be and probably am changing in other ways too. So must my beliefs about myself.

Sunday, June 26, 2016

If animal cruelty is the key reason for me not eating non-vegetarian food, does it follow that eating genuinely naturally dead animals is alright

This seems like a valid and important question.

If the only inhibition, the only resistance to eating non-vegetarian food happens to be that it's bad/immoral/wrong because it involves cruelty to an animal and that it involves taking away the life of an animal, then it should logically follow that eating the [cooked] meat of animals which genuinely died naturally should be alright.

Now, the question that arises here is - how can this determination be made correctly, and in manner that can be consistently repeated - that a given animal died naturally and wasn't killed by man? This seems like a loophole that can be exploited rather easily. That being said, the mere existence of this loophole, this measurement difficulty doesn't take away the validity of the argument that cooking and eating naturally dead animals should be okay.

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

The last few days of my 20s...

It's now, at its dusk, that I value my 20s the most. I don't think I ever valued this decade in one's age or my own age as much as I do today. I never thought it would come to an end, no matter how long it was. It just kept on going and going and going, giving the false impression of eternity. I am of course sad that only about 2 weeks are left. Today I happily say that I'm 29, and it gives me a youthful feeling in front of those who're elder/older, but soon I'll enter the 30s, which does seem like a relatively "elderly" decade - that's how the public/society treats it - though of course not as much as 40s, 50s, 60s, etc. But the point here is that eventually, those are coming too. Time isn't going to stop, ever. That's the realization here. You're not always going to be a teen, and are not always going to be in your beautiful, young 20s. But as I always say to myself, life's like that sometimes...