About a really long day

 I was going to call this about a really long today, but the day was so long that it stretched out over two days! So I am going to do this in chronological order. 

06 Feb 2026 01:00 hours IST

I am trying to sleep but unable to do so. I know I need to wake up early in the morning. Instead, I am elbow deep in reading up on the Lyman Alpha Forest, which is a series of spectral absorption lines caused by interstellar clouds of pristine hydrogen gas, that appears as a forest because of the expansion of the universe. Confusingly, the Lyman Alpha Forest refers to not just the spectral lines, but also the tenuous web of neutral hydrogen in intergalactic space that permeated the universe in its infancy. Every time I use the word universe, I am acutely aware that we have no way of knowing or defining what it is, and if it is in fact, a universe. There will be stars for trillions of years, but in a few billion years anything other than the local group would have faded out beyond the horizon of our observational capabilities. Cosmology of a science cannot exist for any new species that emerge. Humans will have to rely on the observations of today to conduct studies trillions of years into the future, if we survive. To those future humans, the universe would be as our scientists imagined it a century ago, without galaxies, no oases of stars, just a fairly homogenous continuum. The universe would be a galaxy. At some point, I must have drifted off to sleep. 

06 Feb 2025 05:30 hours IST 

I wake up. Grab a brush and put a little make up. Go down to the local shop that opens at 05:30 hours IST, operated by the old man named Chaurasia and presumably his kids. He has big glasses. Takes any notes, no matter how torn or busted. Very kind and friendly guy. Reminds me of the old aunty below Ghansoli. Her husband used to operate the shop too, also very old. Died suddenly. Chaurasia has a few decades in him yet. But yeah, mortality has a strange habit of suddenly staring you in the face. 

Anyway, got a nice 50 Rs bottle of coke and smoked up a J, but by then it was 06:25 hours IST, so I abandoned a half smoke J and ran out to grab a cab. 

O6:31 hours IST

I catch the Uber and reach the airport at 7:01 hours IST. Uber continues to act up, thinking I am in Ghatkopar or Kurla still. Anyway, ended up in Delhi Airport, T3, Air India flight to Mumbai. Rehan from IGN met me at the queue outside. I got in first, and he took forever to clear the first security barrier for some reason. I waited a bit, got impatient, and decided to go into security check. I forgot my wallet, keys and hoodie on my person, had to go back and remove all of that again. Then got through, and had a smoke at the smoking lounge, where that push button machine just failed to light my fire. Dumb contraption. 

10:50 hours IST

It was soon time to board, and the flight lifted off at 08:35 hours IST from Delhi, and landed on time at 10:50 hours IST in Mumbai. I was seated way at the back, got boarded first and deboarded last. It was literally the last row, which I am never taking again because I heard everything while three people pooped. I was scared water would leak out onto my bag, which was beneath my seat. Oh, I had packed light, as usual, no carry-on, and the bag was a tiny one too! Rehan, as usual, had carried his camera and tripod as well. Both Delhi guys next to me as usual had zero consideration for the guy in the middle seat. They were all elbows and knees. The food was good, methi-mirch paratha with paneer bhurji, bun and pav and strawberry yoghurt. Which they had given some cashew-badams! The guy on the left when to sleep. Both had their arms and legs spread out, like Vitruvian Men with aircraft-induced arthrogryposis. I read the magazine, the quality of airline magazines are really great, but pity they do only one a month! So if you fly twice in a month, you have to read the same stuff, also on the return flights lol. Now as I was walking to the exit, I saw four other journalists from Delhi apart from Rehan, including someone called Mirchi, and this guy from Times Now, that I really need to find out the name of, because he also writes for Digit. 

Rehan only knew Mirchi. There was another guy wearing a Ubisoft bag, that I saw sitting close to my seat, and also on the flight back. I am sure he is also a journo but I didnt see him at the event lol. Wonder who that guy was, should have just talked to him. Anyway, I am jumping ahead. 

The event was at Lalit. The other people went to get some kind of a cab, I head out on a solo adventure! I walked around the airport, and found this tea seller who has occupied the same corner for IDK how many years, ever since I first remember the airport and smoked, so at least since 2008! He seems to be one of those timeless vampires types who never seems to age a day. Anyway, I had a nice leisurely smoke, walked to the Hotel, and guess what, these other people with their fancy cab for 750 metres only reached after my relaxing detour. They insisted on doing a security check for some reason, all of them, in line, after I told them that the event was somewhere else entirely! Anyway, we are all creatures of habit I suppose, or people just like to do things by the book. 

I had checked out the location, so I helped them reach the place. There was vada pav and poha available. I immediately had some poha. One guy was sleeping on the desk. There was this waiting room where people were talking I spoke to Vaidy and an influencer from Hyderabad, Vimal Chintapatla. He has a great YouTube Channel, and did a lot of work on his own, starting in 2016 with How To videos. He focuses on laptops and audio gear now. Then I went out for another smoke. 

12:15 hours IST

My seat next to Rehan was occupied by none other than Rishi. Because of the prompting by Karan, I went up to him and said 6-7 IRL. That was one of the peak moments of the day. I knew this is brain rot. Then I met Sheldon! It was like a Firstpost reunion, because Rehan, Sheldon and Me met all together after a long time. Sheldon snapped a picture and sent it to Anirudh. So on one side there is the Firstpost reunion, but simultaneously, there is also the Digit reunion. Mithun apparently had some adventures with Sheldon in foreign lands. Soham, who is the Executive Director of Brand and Editorial Strategy at MySmartPrice was there, along with Satvik, an intern who joined Digit just as I was leaving. Then there was Swapnil Mathur, the PR manager at Nvidia who got us all together. So there was the Digit Team on one side with Mithun, Soham, Satvik, the guy from Times Now and me, and on other side there was the Firstpost team with Sheldon, Rehan and me. I just realised that I was the bridge between two worlds.  

Image Credit: Sheldon! 

Apparently the Digit office in both New Delhi and Mumbai have been consolidated. The Ghansoli office has now moved to BKC. The Sector 2 office in Noida has now moved to Film City. Im jumping a bit ahead though. Anyway, one of the journos there was from Times Now who also publishes in Digit, it is a strange new world after the Times takeover.

12:30 hours IST

I signed an embargo. That is the reason why I am being extra careful and putting this up after the Embargo time, even though this post has nothing to do with the event. I signed two embargoes actually. Anyway, this super secret event took place, which was the Indian launch of the Nvidia cloud gaming platform, GeForce now. I quickly played some games, checked it out on a tablet, a thin-and-light laptop, and a thin-and-light laptop with Loonix, then said my goodbyes. I was going to have lunch at home, not at a five star hotel!

14:08 hours IST

I catch the cab home. Exhausted a bit, so nod off to sleep. It takes a little more than an hour to reach. I'm seeing more metro construction. Majiwada is a bigger clusterfuck than before. My mom is surprised. My dad is too, but he goes back to sleep. I have a luxurious hot water bath. There is no geyser in Delhi, the Landlord is scared of water and electricity in the same room, despite my flat being a barsatiya, with the water essentially seeping through the wires all the time. My old cosmetics are still there, so I finish a facewash and a body scrub! Me and my dad then go to the Audumbar house and return all my stuff that was stashed for the renovation. I deposit them in the interior of my bed, hopefully safely. My mom makes food, its potato sabji with very little capsicum and carrot, and saaru. Easily the best meal in the year, which includes last. I have it with lots of ghee. Then I help my parents with some Amazon support ticket problem. I have to explain to them that kindness, politeness, and encouragement are all useless here, not everything works through emails, and that it is best to be clear and communicate the facts without getting emotional in such cases. Anyway, too soon, it was time to leave. 

18:09 hours IST

I leave for Delhi. Nod off on this ride as well. IT takes quite a while, nearly two hours! I reach the airport just a bit before 8:00. Someone jumps ahead of me because she is getting late. I patiently wait my turn. The security guy was not satisfied with my driving license. When I showed him my Press card, he asked if it was the south wala TV9. I said yes, that very one. I dropped my PAN card, driving license and press card in all the hustle bustle, but picked them out and went on my hurried way. I had to throw away a cigarette I had gotten at the Skyscanner event, as well as a lighter that I purchased outside Lalit for 25 bucks. The lady either was a smart upseller or only had the jet flame lighter. Anyway, this time I correctly shed everything at security check, and at 8:15 I am at the gate! 

The boarding had started, and I was on the last section. It was a fancy new wide-body Airbus A350-900 plane with a really cool in-flight entertainment system. It had movies, audio shows for entertaining kids without screen time, music, a map view with a pterosaur showing the flight, a map view for adults showing top and follow views, as well as contextual info such as air and ground speed, and elevation, casual games such as Poker and Angry Birds, and my favourite which were live views from cameras mounted on the base and top of the plane. Unfortunately, the optical low-res cameras did not capture much light in the night. 

I was enamoured by the in-flight entertainment system, but someone was watching something smutty, someone was watching Pokemon (a grown adult male), someone was on meditation music, someone else was watching a reality show type thing, and my neighbour moved to the Marathi movie Like and Subscribe. I felt like I was intruding on the personal space of a lot of people. Air India has a beautiful safety video incorporating dance forms from across the country, but I prefer getting it from the people, as it feels more direct, something you will remember, because both the crew and the passengers are invested in each others safety. Felt bad when the crew was just standing there while professional dancers did their job. I was enamoured by the screen for a bit, but the WiFi was not really working. I put on a demo cycling through the various map visualisations and read a book on Marine archaeology!

The food on the way back was better! They had rajma rice and potato bhaji, same bun and butter, a gulab jamun and Californian Walnuts! Got home, walked out, smoked in the smoking lounge outside T3. That thing also had another useless cigarette lighting wire contraption. There are now different lines for Priority and Go at the airport. You have to provide a long six digit pin to get the ride. Apparently the system was changed 3-4 months ago. 

Feb 6

06:31 hours IST - 07:01 hours IST, Iskon Temple to Delhi Airport T3

14:08 hours IST - 15:16 hours IST, Lalit to VV

18:09 hours IST - 19:52 hours IST, VV to BOM T2

Feb 7

00:15 hours IST - 00:55 hours IST, Delhi Airport T3 to Iskon Temple

About Today

I have already written out a detailed entry for Friday, when I got to visit Mumbai and Thane as well... but will have to wait till tomorrow to publish it... for reasons. Anyway, this is probably the last time that I am going to be posting from this machine. This is an ExpertBook B9, given to me for review back in May 2024, but Asus forgot to take it back! The base has warped a bit, and the fan is struggling and noisy, but otherwise it is running just fine. I really liked the juicy OLED display, and may buy a similar device myself! I got a call today that they wanted it back, something I was not expecting, so I have to wipe the device now. There is some data on the device that I have to take out, so cannot wipe it right now in office. It served me well, but its a good thing that I never really personalised it or added stickers, which would have been a task to remove now haha. Welp, time to get my personal laptop repaired. Once this goes, it will be the first time since coming to Delhi that I have fewer than two laptops in my home. This is my primary gaming laptop, but fortunately, I will soon have access to two cloud gaming services. I just really hope that Warframe is available on them. Maybe I will go to Nehru Place tomorrow itself to repair the laptop, it is long overdue! 

Today was a hazy day, but I still managed to blaze through my story count. I am swapping duty tomorrow for Friday, just so that this guy can come and comfortably pick up the laptop. An important embargo is lifting tomorrow, which is a pending copy that I will have to post tomorrow. 

Say hello to Akshit

We went to the terrace for lunch, and I was shown a nice corner where we could smoke. Apparently, people used to smoke up here also at one time. There was a giant destroyed dish antenna, that looked like something you would encounter in a post apocalyptic future. I had to get my lunch packed from the ground floor, while my friends ordered in. I also had Chilli Cheese Toast in the evening, which is a bit spicy. People feel that it is overpriced, and apparently people have previously yelled at the Rasa staff for serving only one slice with the Chilli Cheese Toast. There was also some kind of Townhall at the canteen because of deteriorating service, so the staff were all a little bummed. 

About Today

 Today morning the tea lady at the cemetary made me wait for nearly half an hour for tea. She was in a talkative mood and was tealking to another customer who was not even paying attention, he put his headphones and was lost in his phone while she continued to talk to him. Her attention turned to me and she told me about how the cost of Indie mint had gone up to 15 rs and that well-educated people do not haggle like the poor people, and paid 150 rs for a packet at night after she had closed up the shop without blinking. These two people were desperate for smokes, and insisted that she sell them a packet even after she had packed up her shop and stashed it in the cemetary by 22:30 hours IST. 

Then she told me that well-cooked chai is better, and the other dude walked off without paying for his purchases. Then she told me about the story of Itnu, a boy who was missing for 1.5 months and had turned his phone off. He is about 25-26 years old, and his family people had come to the shop showing his photo on the mobile, and they had left behind his number. She believes that the boy had visited the shop over the past month. 

Then I came to the office and bashed out my eight copies by 18:44 hours IST. After that me and a friend headed to Urban Kasba, but it was closed so we went to Midnight instead. The cover charge has come down from Rs 150 per person to Rs 50 per person. In places such as these the system is you buy your own booze, pay a cover charge, then order something, along with mixers and glasses and whatever. We had an involving conversation about plate tectonics, the journey of the Indian subcontinent across the Tethys Sea and a mystery of how a diverging fault showed up in Tibet despite most of the faults being reverse thrust faults. In this conversation, I was asked to tell the complete story of the formation of the Himalayas, which I will do so now. I was able to say this whole thing out aloud, and my friend, who has a masters in geology said that the explanation was acceptable for someone who had not studied geology. 

About 13.5 billion years ago, the universe was produced in the Big Bang, with most of the matter and antimatter instantly annihilating each other. A small imbalance led to a marginal portion of matter surviving, which was mostly in the form of hydrogen, with trace amounts of helium, lithium and beryllium. The first stars were massive balls of pristine hydrogen gas, that collapsed under the influence of gravity, living short and fast lives, producing the heavier elements such as oxygen, nitrogen and carbon. The Sun is a third generation star, rich in heavy, metallic elements that collapsed from a dense knot in a cloud of molecular gas about 4.6 billion years ago. The planets in the solar system were assembled in the material leftover from the formation of the Sun. The temperature and heat gradient blew away gases and ices from the inner solar system. This resulted in rocky worlds such as Venus, Earth and Mars forming in the inner solar system, with gas and ice giants in the outer solar system. The Earth has a differentiated interior, with a core rich in iron and nickel, a convective zone of molten rock known as the mantle, that drives a super continent cycle on the solid outer crust that lasts between 300 and 500 years. The Indian Plate broke off from the eastern part of Gondwanaland between 130 and 120 million years ago, and started a journey across the Tethys Sea, initially accompanied by Madagascar, that splintered off around 90 million years ago. The Indian plate was bisected by the Narmada seaway in the west and the Godavari seaway in the east, and India travelled over a plume of mantle, leading to excessive volcanism in the deccan plateau, playing a role in the extinction of the dinosaurs 65 million years ago. Between 60 and 40 million years ago, India collided with the Kohistan-Ladakh island arc in the neotethys sea, the region which is now Ladakh. The Indian plate then slammed into the Eursasian plate, leading to thickening and fracturing of both plates, with the Indian plate subducting beneath the Eurasian plate. There was peeling underneath the continent, with ripples and fractures caused by the low density rock of the Indian plate floating above the mantle, putting upward pressure from beneath the Eurasian plate. This resulted in the formation of the Himalayas, a process that continues till this day. 

Anyway, I didn't even understand his question, but he said that I had provided him with the answer. I then went home, and had fun with my neighbour and his pets, including an adapted cat. Both me and the guy realised that there was a cat who would sneak into our homes and look at us when we came back home from inside lol. Poor cat died. Anyway, good day. 

Done with Work

 Just blazed through all my allocated copies in three hours. Now I have to waste five hours. I intend to use it to write for my own site. Dark Matter and Neutrinos apparently interact, which is the biggest science news for now, but people are more interested in space weather and some precursor to cancer drugs that can be produced using domestic plastic waste. 

I discovered a strange hack to getting on Google News. You do not need to be early to do this, even if you file a relevant copy late, Google News brings up all the previous copies, along with the new one that you posted. Both of the copies filed above are stories over a week old, and Google News surfaced all the previously filed copies just because I decided to provide comprehensive coverage, and ensure that no science news gets missed from my platform, News9. I also finished up all pending copies today, so I am very happy. 

Akshit has suggested getting crayons and a colouring book, and sitting and colouring at office once we have finished work. It is an interesting proposition, but I do not want to really do that lol. I would rather sit on an empty desk and stare purposelessly into space or twiddle my thumbs. 

These corps are crazy. Cops are pig bitches. Fuck the Police. Crops are great! 

Ordered printouts from Blinkit

 So yesterday night I got too late to get home and the print shops had closed. Flying tomorrow to Mumbai and flying back the same day. I could have gotten a ticket back on the next day, and stay a night, but somehow I like the idea of flying in and out to an event better, and I like to fly light. It is going to be a long day, so I will be carrying my laptop. Will go back home and pack today. 

So, was planning to check in and get the printouts today morning. Air India gives only one seat for free, and mine was the middle one in the back row for both flights. Im not paying extra for a freaking seat, will sit between two fat old men, no problem. The print shop (in Delhi, the shops still have 'Photostat' boards in front of them) was closed yet again, and my Landlord has an overpriced print shop as well, which puts him in conflict with a lot of customers because they typically discover the high prices only after printing. 

One time he went all racist and filled the years of a Nepali calling him Chinki and where you have come from lol. The casual racism shocked me, but I could not do anything right there, so had to stay silent. Did not want to simply yell back at him in a volatile situation and make it worse. So I never take printouts from him as revenge. 

Anyway, so I used Blinkit on the way to work. The document uploading process is complex and unreliable. The interface is also confusing for when you want to upload multiple files, and get multiple printouts of each file. Took me essentially half the trip to get it right and order. But, the timing was pretty perfect, I got to work, had a smoke, and the delivery partner arrived. Smooth. Only small hiccup is that the location of the partner showed somewhere else even though he was right in front of my face. So the GPS is unreliable. 

The Uber app is still acting up, and still showing me in Mumbai when I am in Delhi. I have to first set the location, then edit it on the map. Today though, the driver was right where I made the booking. He dropped me off somewhere else only though, but I did not complain, I walked for about half a block to my office. Some woman in a car honked at me and gave me eyeballs for no reason. People in Delhi are idiots who honk just like that hahahaha. 

Fuck Delhiites. 

About Today

 I destroyed my clean streak by drinking beer yesterday, and staying up late. Feel like doing it again tonight... will see. I was late to office though, and I do not want to be. Want to come in on time, that requires me to wrap up quickly and crash. So will try to do that today, and if I cannot do it, will stop. 

I am flying to Mumbai on Saturday. Need to get the tickets printed before that, though it is not necessary. Plan to travel light, but it is not possible to travel too light because I need a notebook. Will figure it out. I have travelled like that while going to events, but people look at you weird if you are at an airport with just a notebook. IDK why people have time to judge the most randomest things. 

I did not do my quota of eight stories today, but that is fine, I am giving myself time, and logged out of work PC a good half an hour before the timing of my shuttle. I also closed all the work tabs on my personal laptop, which have been open for years. Right now this Blogger tab is the only one open, and it has been years since I used a single tab on my browser. Feels good man, reminds me of the time when there were browsers without tabs, and you actually had to open multiple windows. NeoPlanet FTW! 

I wonder why desktop software lack flash screens now, they used to be such a cool thing. One story I wrote today that is doing well is about the stick man aurora. I am imaging some ancient human tribe looking up at the sky and seeing this awesome apparition. Unfortunately, Gemini did not do a good job of rendering it, repeatedly turning the plasma cloud into something else only, either too colourful, or too incoherent. I also wrote about an interesting study on Biophobia, where people, especially in urban areas are increasingly displaying aversion, fear or disgust towards plants, animals and nature. 

The parents today are just so over protective, that they do not allow their children to play in the mud, hunt for eggs, climb trees, or keep butterflies as pets. I know some parents who do, but these people really are biophiles, people who love nature. What can I say humans are idiots. 

Another very weird thing happened in the morning today. Uber suddenly logged me out, and would not allow me to book, and kept showing me around Vidya Vihar and Kurla for some reason when I was in Garhi Market in New Delhi. It also would not allow me to book without clearing some past due, that I forgot about, but the payment method was not working through the app. Uber Support is very good on X, where you can directly ask the question instead of choosing from preset options, that may not even list your problem. They got it sorted out, the unpaid ride was two years old! From Jan 25, 2024! I do not know how it remained like that, or even if it is the same account. I am very careful about maintaining my rider score, and this has a lower one than my other account. Also my previous rides list disappeared! IDK what happened, also for the first time I think I used Ola. It was not bad! 

Some days ago I had caught a cab from Okhla to Home, and my battery died. The cab driver had a special kit in his dashboard, with connectors for all types of phones. He was more worried about my battery than me, and he made sure that I came to the front and juiced up my batteries, and then - this is the weirdest thing - insisted that I pay using UPI! He was the first and only Uber driver I have met who preferred UPI over cash, and this guy happened to meet me when I had the cash, which I usually do not! Then the Uber guy who was bringing me over today was also particularly worried about my battery, even though I paid him at the start of the ride itself. He moved on only after I reassured him that I will be able to recharge the phone at the Office. I guess since their whole profession depends on it, Uber drivers empathise with riders with low battery lol. 

Akshit got drunk yesterday and took a holiday today, telling people that his parents were visiting. Good thing I did not take a holiday today, but it came close, did not feel like waking up today. He has started making 'hmm hmmm' noises to mimic and make fun of the noisy fan on my laptop. I have to whack him on the head for that. I have to be careful about the dates of the flight, will see if I can get the printouts today itself while going home. The flight is early in the morning, and I really hope they send a cab. The rickshaw driver yesterday who took me home was driving very slowly lol. 

Oh yeah, the lift was a pain. Need to wait so long to go either up or down. There was this one funny frustrated guy who was pressing the button repeatedly preventing the lift from going up. Then he began pressing the button even when the button was already pressed, doing absolutely nothing. Even in corporate offices there are idiots who press both the up and down buttons. Sometimes, people just remain uneducated, illiterate and dehati, cannot remove that dust in the brains. Then there was another guy, who seemed a bit confused, who was repeatedly pressing the fifth floor while he was on the fifth floor. He then remembered and got off just as the doors were closing, causing one woman to exclaim in exasperation and impatience, and another guy to leap forward and vigorously press the door closing button. This woman, was a smartass who had just two floors before said the problem is not with the lift, you are getting impatient, when another woman complained about the lift taking too long. I feel like some people just like to make noise and wind from their mouths for no reason. 

About Today

Today was a good day at work for everyone. People got their salaries a day late. People were telling each other that they got the 'credited' messages and shouting to each other across bays that 'salary aa gya'. A whole bunch of people are going to get drunk tonight, and people have applied for leaves tomorrow also. So, tomorrow is also going to be a great day. I just hope that there is less shouting in office. I paid off, and shut up my landlord, who was asking me for 2000-1000 Rs like my friends do at the end of the month. 

Yesterday, I was walking to the station when an electric rickshaw picked me up. I wanted to walk but did not have the heart to say no to him. I tried the popular Japanese probiotic Yakult for the first time. This was one of the celebratory things ordered by a colleague to celebrate the salary deposit. The bottle looks like the small, fat dick of the Laughing Buddha, and whatever is inside tastes like something coming out of such a dick. Therefore, drinking Yakult is gay, hence proved. 

In the evening, I gave a very sad party to two unwilling colleagues, at a McDonalds in a food court that opened near office. There is also an Udupi Uphar coming out there (which a colleague read as Achar Uphar for some reason), hope it opens soon. We just had two strawberry juices and a large fries. The other two were reluctant to eat or drink anything despite repeated prompting, and actually I did not want anything too! Classic Abilene paradox. At least we got to bitch about Happy Meals and how McDonalds lies to little kids by saying the meals pack in a toy when it is actually a book! Fuck You McDonalds with a peri peri potato fry. Akshit remembered how the toys from McDs were long lasting, and how his parents entertain any kids at home with the toys, which are the only ones to have survived for so many years. 

He also told me some funny things. Apparently while crushing hash, some people would deliberately deposit some in their fingernails, and then extract them to put them in a bidi. I had heart of an anta, which is the smallest unit of smokable hash. A smaller unit is a chanta, which is half the amount of hash you would put in a j or a chillum. Now I heard of the head of the fly, or makhi ki sar, which is a tiny granule of hash that you can apparently smoke, presumably to get a nanodose or a placebo kick. Such people deserve to be kicked fr real, with a leg. 

The second funny thing he told me was a joke on a Freudian Slip. While putting in the dateline, which is and really should be known as the placeline as New Delhi in an article, I ended up writing New Scientist. My work friend said "That is a Freudian Slip, where you replace a word with mother". It is a joke. He said mother instead of other. Haha. Fuck that shit. 

Got a fuck ton of post-budget quotes from deep tech, AI, Fintech, Agri, VC leaders, NGOS and random companies that I never heard of, and then deleted them all promptly. If I have not heard of your company, I am not carrying your quote, sorry lol. I need to go on a rant against Windows one of these days. I also hate browsers saving urls for Web 2.0 sites, which is very irritating. Every time I open up Netflix, I end up in the same episode of The Rookie, every time I open up Spotify, I end up in the same Joe Rogan episode with Graham Hancock and a poor, battered skeptic, and every time I open up X, I ended up on the same post that I posted long ago, because that is just what the browser remembers. Come on Vivaldi, at least you can do better than that! 

I like fat men, because the identity of a fatty is going to be a fatty no matter how much they earn, what they achieve in life, and how much of a pedo they are. Also, after Epstein, pedos are essentially any rich fucker. GG Epstein.  

Rohit Shitty is such a dumbfuck

 Rohit Shitty has built an empire on exploding cars, gravity-defying stunts and cheesy dialogues. Even his pyrotechnics are plagiarised. He is a master illusionist, and his biggest magic trick is serving reheated leftovers from Hollywood and packaging it as high-octane entertainment. He thinks his audiences are idiots without exposure, and maybe they are, but what does that say about your shitty, unoriginal films? He should not be allowed to waste film, and should be banned from cameras. The worst part about Rohit Shetty are his fans who lap it up. His entire filmography consists of the greatest hits of other people's work, and it is time someone called you out on your unoriginal bullshit. 

Yeah laugh all the way to the bank, it is bad karma for a lifetime that you are sure to suffer in hell. Dilwale was a patchwork of pilfered scenes. The high-speed car racing sequence was lifted straight from Mission: Impossible 2. What I feel sad about here is he made SRK and Kajol, two legends, copy Tom Cruise and Thandie Newton. The one minute date scene was copied from How I met Your Mother, where Ted does the same thing with Stella. The cop universe is a frankenstein. Singham taking down goons in the warehouse is lifted from Red. Singham 2 has sequences copied from Mission Impossible 3, complete with the hanger-on stunt by Cruise. Shitty is just a con, and at this point just a tribute band. 

Then there is the Golmaal series. Golmaal 3 is a remake of Khatta Meetha, which itself is a blatant copy of Yours, Mine and Ours. Shitty adds in shit from marathi films and itnernational comedies as well. Chennai Express copies from Mission: Impossible again, and Simmba copies from Temper, and Sooryavanshi copes from Theeran Adhigaaram Ondru. Shitty embodies everything that is wrong with Bollywood, formulaic drivel that prioritises box office numbers over artistry. When og directors such as Nolan or Spielberg forge worlds, Shitty squats in them. The audiences need to really wake up and demand something better. The worst is when Pathan copied from Jackie Chan Adventures. I mean really? You are copying from a kids cartoon? How low can you get. 

Now I have no interest in watching Shitty's Shitty Shit, but Volvo drivers across the country only have Shitty DVDs. His response to critics is that poor people like my movies. Go fuck yourself in a flying volvo lol. Fuck this, I don't want to give this dumbfuck any more bhaav. This is all the Shitty I want in my life. I am done lol. 

Plato really was an asshole

 If you know about Plato at all, you are probably a starry-eyed college student seeking some kind of enlightenment in the musings of ancient, old, dead people, clutching a dog-eared copy of The Republic like it is the goddamn Bible. This ancient Greek windbag was not some enlightened sage, but he sure was the father of western philosophy, which is as hollow as it is convoluted. Plato was an elitist, manipulative, censorship-supporting grumpy grandpa whose thoughts have poisoned the firangis for millenia. Frankly, someone needs to really call out this overrated hack before another generation falls for his pseudo-profound bullshit. 

Let us start with his magnum opus. The literal classical definition of a utopia, a society where the masses are herded like sheep by philosopher-kings, who alone possess the divine wisdom to rule. Plato actually spits on democracy, that should be a news flash for most. He watched Athens execute his mentor, Socrates, and then decided that the problem was not mob justice or the kangaroo court, but the unwashed plebs having a say. He actually critiques democracy as a stepping stone to tyranny, comparing it to a drunken party where chaos ensues because everyone gets a vote. Nobody even asked him for his opinion! 

Plato was born into Athenian aristocracy, and was sucking on his silver spoon by lecturing on virtue. He invented the concept of 'I am smarter than you, so shut up and let me decide.' This is literally the playbook of every dictator from Stalin to the Orange Turd Pile Sub-human Nobel Beggar. According to his Theory of Forms, the real world is just a pale shadow of perfect, eternal ideas floating about in some metaphysical ether. The chair that you are sitting on is not real, but the idea of chariness is. Basically, Plato devalues everything tangible, art, science and human experience. What a condescending prick! 

Plato was responsible for building the first ivory tower, which the intellectuals occupied for centuries while contemplating their beautiful navels. Plato also advocated for a rigid caste system, which is basically a form of eugenics. He suggested breeding humans like dogs for optimal traits, and lying to the masses with 'noble lies' to keep them in line. Karl Popper in The Open Society and its Enemies claims Plato's ideas inspired Hitler and Mussolini, and I believe him. Plato wanted to ban poets from the city-state. What kind of asshole fears imagination? 

Plato was actually a wrestling nickname and he was born as Aristocles. He came from wealth and privilege, in case we did not mention, at a time when the world was a far crueler and brutal place. He idolised Spartan austerity while living in Athens. What he did to Socrates was mean and cruel. Fuck Plato! 

Women were vessels for breeding philosophers. In Timaeus, the soul reincarnates downward from women or animals if it fails. This misogyny is not even subtle. Modern education still force feeds his cave allegory, teaching people to distrust their own senses. Plato's asshole legacy is rigid ideologies, anti-democratic populsim, and well, smug intellectuals who are the absolute worsest. 

In conclusion, fuck plato. His philosophy is just elitist escapism. For those who are flash-banged by him, there is no fucking cave. 

Stupid Landlord

My landlord keeps calling me from different numbers and expects me to pick up. I guess he has had too much experience in people avoiding his calls lol. Today is the 1st and I have to pay him, but I cannot unless my salary gets deposited. 

I really want to explain to him that I have a life, I do things in my time, and I am not sitting around waiting for him to call. Also, that I do not take calls from unknown numbers. Also, I don't take calls, period. At least 90 per cent of calls are not good for you, they are usually people who want something, that will be of no benefit to you. 

Spent a lot of time yesterday writing a detailed copy on Hubble Tension. The budget today morning was a bit of a bummer as there were no points on space, and very little on science. And it got over quickly, the whole newsroom was so prepared. It was eerie to walk through an office where everyone is watching the budget. The different video feeds were slightly off, some were using headphones, but many were not. IDK how people can function in an environment with so much noise pollution. 

When to the Taste Of Madras to consume two small puny vadas without sambar, which was my lunch, dinner and breakfast for today. Had idli-vada yesterday at this place called Raju Vaishnav Dhabha, that is right opposite the Iskon Temple in Delhi. This place gets as crowded as Carnatic Cafe or Juggernaut during the weekends, and the food is twice as good, priced at less than half. At least their chutney is gattier than the other two. 

Done with my work, and have about an hour and a half to kill. Will prolly go write something for Starbullet.in. 

I have also stuck a nice fake 500 Rs note on my desk. I have seen removal marks, so at least two people have tried to take it, discovered that it is fake, and have pinned it back lol. 

Echoes of a Forgotten world

 Who does not like a delicious conspiracy theory? The British author and journalist Graham Hancock in his books Fingerprints of the Gods and Magicians of the Gods, as well as the Netflix documentary series Ancient Apocalypse proposes an advanced global civilisation that existed during the last ice age. This society possessed sophisticated knowledge of astronomy, architecture, agriculture, navigation and spiritual practices, and well, they talked to plants lol. Hancock argues that this civilisation was seafaring and capable of long-distance ocean voyages. Now this civilisation has not been identified. The Indian archaeoastronomer Nilesh Nilkanth Oak claims that Sugriva, one of the vanar kings created a detailed world atlas 14,000 years ago. The theory is that Sugriva dispatched search parties that explored the entire world. The geographical descriptions align with Ice-Age landmasses, coastlines, and features such as lower sea levels. Both the Piri Reis map and Sugriva's Atlas feature places such as Antarctica far predating modern cartography. These claims are outlined in the book The Historic Rama: Indian Civilisation at the End of Pleistocene. 

Now these numbers are relatively tame, and not that dramatic. It is just that our recorded history has a short horizon, but our archaeological excavations have revealed that Homo Eructus had the capability for sea faring, a complex language, and demonstrated tool as well as fire use over 1.5 million years ago. So 15,000 years ago is not at all a surprising timeframe for such activities by humans. The problem here is agriculture and domestication, we know for a fact that these occurred 12,000 years ago at best, limiting the possible time frame for a more advanced civilisation. This civilisation may have existed in more harmony and balance with the natural world than humans today, who may one they revert to such a state with sufficient technological progress. 

The Piri Reis map may even explicitly depict a Vanar! 

Graham Hancock's advanced civilisation lasted between 115,000-11,700 years ago, ending due to comet impacts that ushered in the Younger Dryas between 12,900 and 11,700 years ago. These events caused floods and sea-level rise around the world. The survivors of this disaster imparted knowledge to nascent cultures in Egypt, Mesopotamia, Southeast Asia and South America. In the Valmiki Ramayana, the vanars are a race of people that resemble monkeys or apes in appearance. Their king, Sugriva dispatches four search parties to scour the Earth for Rama's abducted wife Sita. His instructions themselves form a comprehensive atlas detailing rivers, mountains and oceans. There are over 600 stellar references in the text, which has been used by Oak to date the Ramayan. 

Oak dates the events of the Ramayan to around 12,209 BCE, right in the middle of the Younger Dryas impact. Sugriva's description align with a world with lower sea levels, exposed land bridges, and ice-free coastlines. He references seven continents as well as Antarctica, which are supported by the world as described in the Brahma Purana. The vanars had the capability for rapid transportation and flight, which can be interpreted as possessing high technologies. In 1513, the Ottoman General Piri Reis compiled a fragmentary world map drawn from over 20 sources, including maps from the Library of Alexandria. These source maps are now lost. It depicts Atlantic coasts with eerie accuracy, including the contours of South America, the Carribean and Queen Maud Land without the ice sheet in Antarctica. Hancock cites this map as proof of Ice Age Explorers, arguing that the advanced tech needed to explore these longitudes were not available in the 16th century, let alone antiquity. In the Valmiki Ramayan, Sugriva describes the Udaya Mountain as the easternmost point where the Sun rises, with a prominent landmark. This is a golden pylon resembling a palm three with three branches, etched on a golden rock peak, with a golden base. This feature is described as an easterly compass, a directional marker established by celestial beings called deva-nirmana. The description matches a feature known as the Candelabra of the Andes. This is a geoglyph found on the Paracas Peninsula at Pisco Bay in Peru. 

Skeptics claim that in the Piri Reis map, Antarctica is likely to be a distorted Patagonia, with inaccuracies stemming from Portuguese voyages. The depictions of the ice-free southern lands align with geological data. Antarctica was last navigable around 4,000 BC, but Hancock pushes the dating back to the last Ice Age, implying lost sources from a drowned civilisation. My question here is that if they were so advanced, why did they drown so easily while the primitive peoples of the world survived? In any case, Sugriva's vanars are dated to around the same time, and were a society capable of seafaring, studying astronomy, and creating world maps. Both Sugriva and the Piri Reis map depict an unglaciated Antarctica, including lost mountains and seas. Sugriva's teams are dispatched eastwards to the Americas, west towards Europe, north to the Arctic regions and south to Antarctica. There are descriptions of land bridges lost to rising seas. The transatlantic details on the Piri Reis map are also difficult to explain, with the longitudes showing spherical projections far ahead of 1513 science.

Now, Oak's dates of the Ramayana based on the 600 astronomical references align with Hancock's proposed timeline for the destruction of an advanced Ice Age civilisation around 12,800 years ago. One way to reconcile the question of survival is that there was a widespread global cataclysm, but the civilisation survived! Ramayana's narratives do include cosmic events and widespread destruction, associated with the serpent Ananta, that can easily be interpreted as a comet that caused the cataclysm. The potential influence of Ramyana on ancient sites such as Angkor Wat, also align with Oak's timeline. Oak's dating of Sugriva's Atlas at the end of the Pleistocene is consistent with Hancock's hypothesis of a seafaring society that mapped a world with lower sea levels. Oak relies on bathymetric and sea-level reconstructions by the geologist Glenn Milne to validate Sugriva's descriptions matching Ice Age configurations such as exposed land bridges and unglaciated coastlines. These maps were published in Hancock's book Underworld. Long story short, Oak's Vanars may be the lost ancient civilisation of Hancock. 

Endling

In the late 21st century, 87 years after the cascade, a small group of survivors cling to existence in a high-altitude refugium, a network of reinforced concrete bunkers and shallow caves carved into a rocky hillside in what was once northern Scandinavia. This is now a cold, windswept plateau with patchy permafrost and stunted vegetation. There are fewer than 80,000 humans left in the world, scattered in similar isolated pockets around 60°N where the deposition from the fallout was lighter, and some sunlight manages to penetrate the thinned atmospheric haze. 

Mara, 34 years old, was born five years after the last engineered pathogen had subsided. They are one of the group's four primary foragers and water processors. Their day begins at first light around 04:30 local time, in the perpetual gray dimness. 

They wake in the communal sleeping chamber on a pallet of salvaged foam and layered hides from the few hardy reindeer that still migrate through the area. The air is cold, and smells of damp stone, wood smoke and unwashed bodies. A low cough echoes from someone in the corner. Chronic respiratory issues are common because of radiation exposure and persistent particulates. Mara checks a Geiger counter clipped to their belt, the background radiation levels are between 0.8–1.2 μSv/h, which is elevated, but within the long-term tolerance threshold of the group. It is safe to venture into the surface. 

The first order of the day is water. Mara joints two others at the melt station. They chip blocks of surface ice, carefully selected from areas tested for low radionuclide contamination, and feed them to a solar-assisted wood-fired smelter. The photovoltaic panels were scavenged from prior to the cascade, and have weak output. The process takes hours. The water has to be filtered through multiple layers of charcoal and ceramic. The daily ration per person is between two and three litres, which is strictly allocated. Occasional hot particles from distant fallout zones still blow in on winds. 

By mid-morning, Mara heads out with a partner for foraging. They wear layered clothing reinforced with duct tape over seams, respirators, and carry dosimeters. The landscape is barren, dead conifer stumps, lichen covered rock, sparse dwarf birch and willow. They target known patches where edible mosses, crowberries and cloudberries persist. Yields are down from even a decade ago due to soil acidification and shortened growing seasons. Mushrooms are gathered cautiously, some species bioaccumulate cesium and strontium. Today's haul is four kg of mixed plant matter and one small hare caught in a snare. Meat is rare. The primary source of protein is grubs and ants, boiled into a paste or from occasional fish. 

Back at the settlement, the group processes the haul by early afternoon. Plants are washed, boiled and portioned. The hare is skinned, gutted and roasted over a small fire in the central chamber to minimise smoke detection. AI-directed drones are rare now, but legends persist of autonomous systems still patrolling old grids. Conversation is sparse, and focused on updates on the sick. One elder has worsening cataracts and skin lesions, which are likely stochastic effects of cumulative exposure. 

In mid-afternoon, some repair the wind-traps for ventilation, while Mara sharpens bone knives. The group's nominal leader, a 58-year-old former engineer reviews the inventory. There are stored grains from before the cascade that are now threatened by mould. The output of the solar panels are dropping. The decisions are pragmatic, reduce adult rations by 10 per cent for two weeks, priorities children under 15, and send another scouting party south for rumored seed caches. 

The communal meal in the evening is lit by LED strips powered by a hand-cranked generator and a small battery bank. Food is a thin stew of boiled greens, insect protein and shreds of hare. The calories are just enough to prevent rapid starvation, but not for growth or full recovery from injury. Stories are told of violent, desperate bands. 

At the fall of night, Mara takes first watch, scanning the horizon using a periscope rigged from salvaged optics. Occasional aroura flicker through the haze. There is no movement, today. This is the life of most humans, procurement, processing, rationing and vigilance. Mara simply endures, one day at a time. 

About Today

 Finished work early today. Being clean allows you to start your day fresh and power through it quickly. Yesterday, finished reading Dinosaurs of India almost exactly as my metro ride ended. The last portion of the book looks like FAQ or SEO questions that stupid people ask on Google, and had a lot of repetitions of the content previously in the book. Started reading Telescopes of India, that goes into exquisite detail on all the techniques. 

Apparently, as a little kid, Meghnad Saha was kicked out of school because he could not afford shoes and it would be considered as disrespectful to a visiting politician. He went on to found the entire field of astrophysics by carefully examining the light from the Sun. 

While reading the book something strange happened. It was not exactly blurring or a lack of focus, but something just zoinked in my brain and I could not continue reading, and my eyes began to feel uncomfortable. I had to stop reading and clean my specs. Felt like some kind of ocular migraine. That was weird. 

Towards the end of the month, friends start asking for money. Someone wanted 500 someone wanted 400, i had kept a low balance screenshot to send to them, showing 79 bucks in one account. 

What else... there is this nice orange juice guy close to office that I drink from. They are all kids. Oh yeah, few days ago was drinking orange juice when this kid came begging for money for food. I said im also not eating. He tried to grab my orange juice, so I lifted it up. He took revenge by peeing close to where I was standing lol. 

The team is on slack now, made a new channel, even though TV9 used to have one that I still use. The whole team is headed to Club 126 now, there is a mela there and a whole bunch of food trucks. Gonna be fun. 

-- We had momos which I have never eaten and never will. I ordered fries. The food truck had chained two multiplugs upside down into a power source, that was connected from all the holes. 

Finished work three hours before my time. So now, just sitting around doing nothing, because we have to spend nine hours in office or the salary gets cut. This is inhuman, so I need to think of things I can do in spare time. Will probably sit and play games now or read the book. 

KTHXBAI. 

Dream Diary book binding edition

 So I was in Bengaluru, at my Grandmother's house. For some context, they have a lot of books, some of them hand-bound into volumes, such as Phantom and Mandrake comics. The Asterix Comics entire series are there, and these have been covered with transparent material. Me and my two cousin sisters, and my grandmother did all these covers, as part of craft. Mine are a bit wonky. 

So in the dream, I was in that house, reading a low quality book, that just came apart as I was reading it. It was a fairly fat book, and part of a series, something like the Oxford Quick Reference series, but the books were even smaller. Some were thin, some where fat, not of uniform size. Anyway, so this book kind of falls apart, some of the gatherings (this is the clump of pages sewn together, also known as a signature) had been inverted, and one had come apart and was reinserted into the wrong position. 

I then got into an argument with my aunt and cousin as we all tried to put it back together. It was a bit argumentative, but it was like catching up at the same time. My grandmother was silent and not saying much, just working on fixing the book. I let them figure it out while they were blaming me, while I carefully covered the rest of the books in the series in nice brown and grey craft paper on the inside, and black covers on the outside, with gold letters in Times New Roman. 

This is the second time in two days that I have seen lettering in Times New Roman in my dreams. While I wasn't kicked to lucidity this time, I did sort-of realise everything was fake, and it pushed me towards wakefulness. It is one thing to be lucid and continue to dream, controlling your actions in the dream world. It is another thing to 'wrap up' a dream while you slowly wake up and the dream dissolves, where you transition from dreaming to kind of directing or wishing lol. Anyway, when I was done, I was awake, and had decided consciously (not lucid) that my completed, wrapped books looked like this! 

PS, apparently this is a rare book, and I have a copy back home lol. My grandfather was a homeopath. Now, if you are an uninformed atheist you are gonna say there is no way this works, and it is a placebo, but the thing is My grandfather and most practicing homeopaths do not dissolve the active ingredient seven times, they just give the second or third solution lol. My grandfather's treatment for cold was mercury, and they worked lightning fast! I think my grandfather had cured the common cold, and he brought up two daughters and a son like that! 

About Today

 Today was a good day. Been clean since Saturday, so expected to sleep well. Just ended up sleeping less. Apparently the third eye deep within the brain, known as the pineal complex, that helps regulate sleep and the production of melatonin actually started off as a set of dorsal eyes on the earliest known vertebrate, that lived 518 million years ago. Cannot even say half a billion years here, because god alone knows if the four-eyed creature survived 18 million years. 

During the Cretaceous period, about 90 million years ago, India was actually bisected into two, with the Narmada and Godavari valleys containing seaways. Most of the nesting sites of the dinosaurs in India are along these seaways. This is also the reason why marine fossils are so common in central India. The last days of the dinosaurs must have been pretty sad, because the large Titanosaurids preferred to nest on the warm ground of fresh volcanic flows. We have discovered remains and eggs in layers sandwiched between volcanic flows. It is almost as if the dinosaurs were attracted to their doom. Kind of sad. Was reading the book 'Dinosaurs of India' by Ashok Sahni in the Metro. 

Have also decided to reduce Uber usage and travel more on the Metro, and only drink on the weekends. It is a nice walk across a park to the Nehru Enclave metro station from my home. Wish there was an underground walkway between Nehru Place and Nehru Enclave. When I first came here, I used to waste a lot of time switching over at Kalkaji Mandir, till a colleague told me of the easier option. 

There was a boo boo at the Rasa cafe today, which is where we have lunch. It is the de-facto office canteen, but is operated by the owners of the building. The food is actually great, particularly good for Delhi. Mostly North Indian food is unpalatable to me, and I get a lot of nightmares about looking for and eating home-cooked food. I miss my dad's cooking also, which is getting increasingly erratic and unpredictable. He likes to experiment, so every day there will be a fresh take on a dosa or pakoda, and at times it is sad to see him struggling to get it right. Like ambodes were fragmenting. I also used to wake up to different kinds of music blasting on the speakers early in the morning because he is hard of hearing. One day it was Snoop Dogg lol. Miss that. 

Might be visiting Mumbai for an event in Feb, but it is mostly going to be in and out. 

Oh right, the boo boo at Rasa was that the dosa was too dayum salty. One of my colleagues could not consume one dosa, so asked for it to be replaced, and could not eat the replacement too. I had to explain to him that the batter is going to be the same. All over north India, the south Indian food is crap because the items are slow moving, and we often get old stuff. There is no gatti chutney available even in the fanciest five star hotels, and all of them have the consistency of cat diarrhea. So we went to a neighbouring office complex and consumed pav bhaji... which the idiots found it fit to sprinkle paneer on. Delhi people put paneer in everything, including poha, watermelon salad, veg patties and mix vegetable. I do not want your fake ass paneer dude! Butter paneer is not a curry, it is a glorified starter. 

Hmmm... let me see if there is anything else. Oh yeah every time I see Pawar's face I can only imagine him peeing in a dam. This is why you need to be careful about what you say as a public figure. His face is all over the media today. That is it, I guess, will head down to the shuttle now that will take me to Okhla Burb Sanctuary. Oh yeah, yesterday I actually overshot and forgot to get down at my station because of how long I had not travelled in the metro! 

Made a couple of new friends in the Wolvesville game, Jasper and BranzyCraft. I made and forgot so many friends over the years in videogames, that I need to write them down to remember them now. This wolf simulation game is going to the dogs. The Sandbox mode practically trolls the players, and it is sad because most people are doing something else while playing the game, watching a series, eating, working, playing another videogame, and at times even sleeping. It is sad because the villages lose simply because half the lobby is not paying attention. The setups and stacks also suck right now, which is why I am going back to Quick mode, but still prefer Sandbox on principle. The guild master is MIA for a few months now and is not responding to pings on Discord. 

Today, after a long time, I finally got to wrap up work early, and got some time to pack in a blog post before leaving for the day. Need to get back to posting on Starbullet.in... have not updated that site in too long, been nearly three months. I renewed the domain name for a year, so I better use it. I wish there was an app to track all your digital subscriptions across platforms. A colleague of mine has started watching and enjoying Castelvania, I asked him to watch Voltron too. Oh PS, I wrote a stinker on Space Gen Chandrayaan, it is shit! Feel sorry for the lead actor, he gave a sincere performance, but the direction and story was so bad. Indian creators have to stop scamming their audiences and treating them like addlepated nincompoops. 

KTHXBAI. 

Dream Diary O BC edition

 So I got lucid early today morning because of a very strange reason. I was listening to Joe Rogan podcasts with Graham Hancock over the weekend, queuing up all 11 episodes in which he appeared, and also have been playing Anno 117 quite a bit, so it is not surprising that I was roaming around the excavations of a town on the fringes of a volcano... and came across a Roman Mural, that is pretty close to what is depicted here, only there was a single star chart of the eclipse on top... 

Now what made me lucid was seeing the O BC on the mural (not Year O as shown here), it was actually 0BC, and the font was Times New Roman too! Anyway, I knew there was no 0BC, or year 0, and that the years went directly from 1 BC to 1 AD, so I knew I was dreaming! Now what I am wondering here is if my brain already knew that why did it conjure that in the mural, and if my brain wants to kick me into lucidity because I enjoy it. 

Weird. 

Anyway, drizzled a bit in Delhi today, cab fares shot up, people got distressed about commuting back home. It was cold and I enjoyed that, but in my four+ years here, never seen it rain continuously for more than four hours... so I would not say that I have ever seen rain in Delhi. These Delhi people do not know what rain looks like. Also reading a book called Dinosaurs of India. More tomorrow. KTHXBAI. 

Being Judgemental

 You need to be an asshole. It is just cool. You need to be very judgemental, that is funny, even if people disagree with you. Almost every single epic thing is dumb. Take paragliders or skydivers for example. Such idiots. Bungee jumpers are uncommitted. There is absolutely no need to do all these things, just take a walk, that is adventure enough and actually an extreme sport in India. 

Let us take another example. Space travel. Going to space is dumb, there is literally nothing humans can do in space that robots cannot. If you really want to 3D print organs or produce the cure for cancer at scale, then you probably need a robotic factory to do it, and not a bunch of orbital blue collar workers. Nobody needs to go to space. Period. If you want to explore space, physics, the past, time, then we need to send instruments out there, and we should prioritise and focus on this to achieve our science goals! 

Im going to keep judging a different popular thing in every paragraph. Musicians. People who sit around and jam and make noise. They feel some kind of energy in collaborating and feeding off each other. Vampires are like that. This is a force fit, an orchestra where everyone is compromising and no one is really exploring their instincts. When you jam, you remain in the same place instead of going somewhere, or doing anything. Convinces you that the hivemind is a cacophonous place, and that it is better to cultivate your brainwaves in isolation. 

Let us see. Cars, vehicles, these are dumb, nobody needs personal transport. The true cost of having these abominations is not being paid by anybody. The environmental cost is tremendous, and even electric vehicles do not justify this. We are deferring the cost, and accelerating towards doomsday. Anyone who drives a personal vehicle should not. 

Book readers, omg such pretentious jerks. Walking around with inflated heads. 

Lol I will try harder next time, maybe not.