It has been quite a while since I blogged. There are many
reasons for that, the biggest being that I am lazy. In the mean time, my
thoughts have evolved and I have moved on to the next stage in life.
So, why am I blogging now? As with a lot of things in life, some
things simply happen. There are no reasons; though there may be a train of
events that lead to the event. In this particular case, I happened to click on the
“Blogger” link in “more” drop-down list in gmail and thought “Well… I haven’t seen
my blog page in quite a while”, as my zillions of followers know (I have
defined zillion as a variable and set it to zero for now). I glanced through
some of my old blogs and thought... Why not write a blog...
I thought that I should write a blog about a TV anchor John
Britas and a programme that I saw today. I started writing the blog and now
feel like writing about “reasons” before I move on to Mr. John Britas.
I have always been fascinated by how people always seek
reasons for anything and everything. Let me provide a classic example.
“An old rock carving is discovered in Lincolnshire,
Koothaattukulam P.O, Siberia-897456, Antartica OR (Insert any place in the world here). The carving depicts some strange characters. The folks who excavated
and the historians go all crazy about it. It immediately raises a wide variety
of questions. What was the person who carved trying to convey? Was he or she
trying to convey something to us? Was he or she writing poetry on rocks? Was he
or she trying to document their lifestyle?”
Now, I am not for a moment suggesting that historical excavations
are useless. But, to a lay-person like me, the only thing it says is that
somebody carved something with a “tool” hard enough to scratch a rock. Why
would it have to be poetry or even something meaningful? Why can it not be
simply a person who was bored and thought he/she could scratch something on the
wall? Imagine that a bunch of folks thousand years from now dig up the ground and
find only some pictures of a few rather angry looking birds flying into
pigs (No. I have never played Angry Birds) or find some comic books showing light
sabres or flying saucers. Would they think of us as sadistic fellows who spend
time flinging helpless wingless birds at equally helpless pigs? Would they
think that aliens visited the earth and that once-upon –a-time there was a guy who
flew around in underpants?
The key word here is perspective. All of us seem to have a
tendency to rush into conclusions without understanding the perspective. Of
course, it could be that the above paragraph probably shows my knowledge of
history or sense of perspective. The simple answer is that I do not know.
Perspective is something that is sorely lacking when we rush to judge others. I
have always felt that actions cannot be judged without understanding the
rationale behind the action. This is, of course, not condoning everything
everybody does; but at least some things can be put in perspective.
I am bored now. So, the original subject of this blog, Mr.
John Britas’ programme, will have to wait for another day. However, I do thank you, Mr.
Britas, for getting me worked up over your overbearing anchoring style and what I perceived as you trying to give what you think the audience wants instead of conducting a fair discussion. Perhaps, another day... perhaps...
But, why
did I write this blog? I just felt like writing it when I saw my blog page
again. The fact that I chanced upon my blog is a mere coincidence.
