The End

We talk of rationality only when we are not confronted with sad events.. Only when we all have our five fingers...

I conclude this blog.

There is nothing called rationality in this world. Humans are complex. Humans have the ability to generate happiness. Humans can create things out of the blue.

I conclude this blog.

Emotions are essential in life. Thinking logically helps, but not in life.

I conclude this blog.

Just to conlcude,

A quote that I ran through incidentally...

The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside knowing you can’t have…

There is no point over-simplyfying... Complex emotions that are incomprehensible exist..

The law of conservation of happiness!

I have been quite complex in my writing during my recent posts. I will make this simple.

Assumptions:

1. Life is a game.
2. We are not the sole players. Assume even nature is playing.
3. Just as in a game, One wins and other loses. And the probability of choosing a strategy stabilises over time.
4. All the explanation about taking both success and failure in the same spirit is set aside for some time.

The theory:

I call it The law of conservation of happiness.
"Happiness can neither be created nor destroyed. It can be transformed from one entity to another."

Justifications:

1. We win and nature loses (Mining)

2. Nature wins and we lose (Death of a person)

3. I win a contract someone loses.

4. Let’s take a slightly complex example.
Say I am a part of a group of 6 members. And say we are researching into something. When someone finds something, another person becomes happy but is forced to discover something better. Here now, two things can happen. One, the second person discovers and this happiness gets multiplied (for this he has to be competent). But an onlooker will become sad seeing this. Or two, the second person can become discontent and hence the theory.
Of the above two, the second scenario happens most of the time as there is a lack of competency most of the time. And so that’s why I guess you find at least 50% of the people discontent with work. And hence the theory.

5. But some can say that happiness gets multiplied when shared. I will dispute this. Say I share a happy news with someone. Now both of us are happy. But the choice of selection of that person comes out of preferences. You can’t like everyone or share with everyone (at least). And so the multiplication effect of the happiness is nullified by the multiplication effect of the sorrow of the out-of-preference people. This may sound silly though.

6. Now say you meet a sad person. Then what follows is the reverse flow of happiness. The sad person gets the attention and the onlooker gets a little sad seeing him. And having got the attention, the sad person becomes better.

I am not trying to over-simplify. This may be true.

Digging in for the nature of complexity

The following is meant to offend a few whom I didn't mean to find reading this.
Yet another serene mood.
This is a mere collection of different thoughts not meant to mean anything. So please stop here if you would like to carry on with what you were doing earlier.
I wanted to fight the enneagram, the moment I saw it. I fought and will keep fighting. Somehow I feel the enneagram undermines my individuality. The moment I saw the diagram, something struck me. It’s awfully right. Then with all the things happening around me I could realise the process.
I was in a college. Don’t know. I love it but with scant respect. Why, it has alienated me from a world that’s the reality. Am I becoming incompetent? Or is the reduction of the population of the world pressing me? But that’s not a concern.
I was walking back after my tea. All alone. Being alone I like. Or liked. Or like. Or liked. Whatever, at that point in time, I liked. I realise, being possessive is of no use. But my conscious memory doesn’t allow me to point at what I am so possessed with. Drive is so nice in life. There weren’t many days when I had felt hopeless or at least restless about what I am doing. I felt it one day. I felt it the whole day. But then I was driven back again the next day. Am I being controlled, is no one’s guess. But, can’t I be motivated by anything else? What drives me one day doesn’t drive me on another day. But one thing drives me always. But my conscious memory doesn’t allow me to point that. The shame in accepting it is the loss of individuality. Yes, it is. But that is not a concern.
I was termed as a reformer by that enneagram test. But I am constrained. That made me down to an artist. I beg to my God to not make me like being an artist at all. And so I reverted back to a reformer. But I am constrained.
So I removed the constraint. But that is a concern.
I was writing this blog. I am immobilised on the realisation that I am possessive. But then, I had been possessive earlier given a even larger world. Why is this possession controlling me? From now I will be swinging back and forth in time. An unexplained journey in time. I am sitting in front of my computer. I can’t digest the fact that he will come and inquire. I was brought up to be very sensitive to three very beautiful things, honesty, modesty & respect. It was my midterm in my corporate life. I respected him. He belittled me. I respected him, he belittled me. When I belittled him, he turned hostile. I can’t become hostile, for that was not for what I am. I turned back to my damn beautiful character (which is so safely overlooked by some decent gentlemen). It paid me nothing. Nor will hostility. The Mumbai streets were very long one day and short the other. And so were the roads to my room. A friend. So simple. But I did not like him. Now I love him. But I don’t like him. Maybe I ll love him in future. A strong integrity in a human being. The character put to test. What an awful experiment. I rebounded, but my three values put me down. I was not able to stand up again. But that’s a different world. Being egoistic is different. Individualistic is way different. I am not sure what I am. No one has called me the former. But the two people I am talking of touched a single point that broke me down. I won’t break sure. Because of my three values and add together the fourth, the joy of solitude. But I don’t like it. But I have a poor alternative. The reason is I am not an artist. People want me to be. But I am resisting. But that is a concern.
The very fact that I am resisting it all is a concern. I have known people’s intentions. The lack of understanding of altruism and the lack of refraining to be held in the trap of a few. So obsessed, monomaniac. Why is that I am comfortable with some and not with others. The problem is not the person I would say. It’s the circumstances. I have a neat friend. I would just like to remind that I am still drawing two parallel lines. What one line says is about one and the next about another. Demands by a few are unreasonable. The failure to satisfy is a reckoning. The success of such a move is a source of drive. How do we become humorous? By nature? I am sure it’s by choice. The lack of drive pushes. But it doesn’t push me. Ok. It pushes. But I resist easily. But the resistance is overlooked. Why do some choose to not look at the modest ones. Or why is humour so captivating? I was rated average. I won’t regret. I hope the appraiser wont. But the failure to view someone who is working silently is a shame in our development of humanity and social relationship. And that is happening. This and a few others are a motivation for me to bring in a different sort of enterprise. And that is a solution to concern.
Intelligence should come without any malignity. I hope this forms the next species on earth. And that’s a concern.
I have requested just two of my friends to read this. The dilemma to publish this is taxing. But after all, I am not going to inform anyone that I have updated my blog. And time cures many things. And that’s a concern.

PS: The publishing of this blog was not intentioned to coincide on new year's day.