There is inherent beauty in the art of making choices. A choice is a measure of care. Be it the file format and zip format that supports streaming or miso soup over steak. If we are the product of our environments, the only real influence the environment has on you is what you end up choosing for yourself. Steak? Man from outside your religion? Yoga? I’m stating the obvious but we all know anyone who chooses things that are not the convention exercises more brain muscle than the average joe, stands out, has more to contribute by way of conversation or example, and can stand the test of novelty more often than once.
I think Choice is beautiful. And dangerous. And fun.
Confessions of an efficient communicator:
Having lived with Americans for 3 weeks, my subconscious communicator self has begun to rotate Rrrs, and “D”fy “T”s. Like later is laderrr. Hahaha and Vodka is being converted to Vaadka – just so the bartenders do not hear it as wodka and interpret it as water. Really.
Sometimes I twirl em RRs even with J. I could choose to speak in Indianese, but then I would never be understood and get way many blank stares as compared to now. There is some amount of ego at play when I think I am giving up my real accent personality. I’m all for the dissolution of the ego when it comes to getting things done.
Fun facts that one wouldn’t know if they sat inside a cubicle for most of their life:
– Ducks lift one of their legs and stand sometimes. Sometimes they even shit like that. It makes them graceful.
– They also eat grass – for roughage I guess.
– They get cold in cold water and shiver too.
– Their shit is green and white, solid distribution – 70% green 30% white.
– Lake water turns into mercury during dusk hours.
– Watching the sun melt away clouds is like watching the war in Ramayana. Eventually everybody succumbs to the sun’s whims.
– Pine cones can be as small as 1 inch tall.
– Lake Tahoe – restekpah!