Isn’t it ironic…

when I say I want to run away from this world…

Hmmm…

Have you ever wondered how you begin by thinking about something and five minutes later you end up thinking about some other thing that is millions of worlds apart from the one you began with,  but with hundreds of thought processes connecting the two ?

Can AI really match this fascinating though evolution !!

One Question – 2…

I don’t really have anything against faith in religion. But when you flock to hear a speech by someone just to reassure this faith you have, isn’t something fundamentally amiss ?

Coffee, day or night…

There was this interesting article in The Hindu today; written on the significance of Coffee and the place it holds in the regular Indian household. It also had a mention of how the old day coffee houses have paved way for the post modern era coffee shops or coffee ‘pubs’. And this part, in particular, seemed to reflect a couple of thoughts that I had in my mind every time I happened to either visit or cross one of those shops. There was a particular statement quoted by one old timer, which pretty much summed up the entire argument. It goes like this: “Why make coffee an excuse for this outlandishness? You come to be seen here, drinking that Rs 50 plus pretentious apology for coffee! What is a coffee house where you can’t shout in Tamil, pack in steaming Idli-Vadai-Pongal and sip filter coffee? “

How true!

Spending 6 rupees for a plate of bhajjis and a glass of tea at a roadside teashop, with the friendly owner who gets your order ready once he spots you coming in, and spending hours together chatting with your friends is a hell lot better and satisfying than spending 20 or 30 times more and sipping a colored variant of the same thing in an air-conditioned room where you cant even laugh loud and where the waiter begins to tail your ass after you sit in the place for half an hour…And after all that, I still don’t get a sense of belonging…It’s not the case with your friendly neighborhood teashop where you can even include the owner into a conversation…

All that money for nothing…And yet people flock to those places…Why?

Pretention? For what? For whom?