Hope

Hope my friend, is a very bad thing
- Morgan Freeman in Shawshank Redemption.

In the same movie Tim Robbins says " Hope is a very good thing". Since the movie had a happy ending Tim Robbins seems more correct than Morgan Freeman. But what if Tim Robbins was caught escaping from the prison? Or Morgan Freeman was never let out of the prison? Then it would seem like hope is infact a dangerous thing.

According to the Architect in The Matrix, Hope is an illusion created by the Human mind to cancel out logic and reasoning. Now this definition of Hope is the most correct in my opinion. Human beings Hope. They hope that things go right for them. They hope to correct the mistakes they made in the past. They hope that they will get better than what they are. They dream because they have HOPE. They hope and dream and dream and hope.

The more they dream the more they desire. Here i would like to introduce two more terms. NEED and DESIRE. When a human feels the NEED for something then he acts in a way that would fetch him his needs. DESIRE is different. Desire need not always inspire action. You desire something does not necessarily mean that you go all out to get it. This is probably why they said "Necessity is the mother of invention" and not desire is the mother of invention.

But HOPE is the title of the Topic and hence i will stick with Hope. Hope inspires desire in a Human being. Hope kills you. You fall and you keep falling and you still keep Hoping. It is like a drug to an addict. It sucks you into its web. You just keep hoping that things will happen. You drown in your sorrows and you hope. You also dream. Hopes and Dreams. Wonderful combination. You keep on hoping and you reach a stage where it does not matter what is actually happening. Only your dream world matters. The dream world created by your dreaming whose basis is HOPE.

Many great philosophers have said that Desire is the root cause of all sorrow. But i feel hope is the root cause of desire

** Background music: Riders on the storm by The Doors. into this world we are thrown like a dog without a bone**

You desire something only because you hope and dream about it. It is different from needing something. If you need it you do something in the direction of getting it. But when it dosent matter whether you get it or not, that is when the problem arises. You dont actually need so you wont try getting it. But you dont stop dreaming about it. You HOPE that you get it. You hope that your life was different, that you havent wasted the time that you have wasted, that you had mugged for your quizzes insted of writing crap like this.

Insted you hope that someone will come and help you. You hope that Amith will put fundaes to you. You hope that you will be able to perform a miracle and finish in one night what has been teached over a semester. Now this is more ridiculous. You also actually hope that the paper will be easy. And when it is not you hope that the evaluation will be lenient. When that does not happen you hope that you will do better next semester. And next semester also the only thing you do is HOPE.

**Background music: Roadhouse Blues by The Doors... I woke up next morning and I got myself a beer.

Right now i am busy setting and hitting new lows in life. I am falling and falling downer and downer(if such a word exists) . And i am enjoying the fall. Because i am hoping better things are yet to come. Because i am hoping this is just a passing phase. It has become sort of impersonal. I am not feeling the pain i am supposed to feel. It is like i am watching a movie. No actually it is not even like a movie. It is like i am listening to s story narrated by someone. I am listening and predicting what new low the guy is gonna hit. That happens and i dont feel pain that i have hit a new low nor do i feel the pleasure of the story listener who has correctly predicted a twist in the story. NOTHING. I feel nothing. It is like i am a disinterested listener. My correct predictions of the story give me no pleasure. My falls give me no pain.

**Background Music: Fade to Black by Metalica....Life it seems to fade away....drifting farther everyday...

Actually it is a kind of blissful state to be in. But sometimes reality kicks in. When you feel the whole weight of the structure upon you. Then the demons come to haunt you. The best way to banish the demons is to start hoping about good things in life. How you are going to crack the next paper. How you are going to spend the next hoour productively. But for a few minutes the demons circle you. And those minutes are the most vicious. You feel like the room is closing in on you. The walls move closer. You feel claustrophobic. You feel like the whole world is plotting against you. naahh. You feel the entire cosmos is plotting against you. Now the worst part. You actually feel heroic fighting against the cosmos.

Hope my friends is a very dangerous thing.
- Srivatsa in his room on 22nd April 2005. After a prolonged fight with himself.

Update

This article is in response to the first piece of Hate mail i got. It is infact a Hate Comment. The Hate comment was in reponse to the Hicki artilce i have written.

Here is the Comment. For the purpose of lucidity i am assuming ANIMA to be a Girl. To be a member of the Female Community. To be a Woman.

anima said...

ok mr. under achiever..first off, ur spellings suck(try spell check).second, ur beyond pity..
third, ur lucky she still associates with a selfconfessed disgusting,pity seeking,pita* "pervert" like u..my advice: GET A BLOODY LIFE!!..on second thot, thats asking for too much,GET A HOBBY..
ps:try a diary .that way its less embarassing for all of us..
BTW SHE'S MY SISTER..pyscho...

I really cannot beleive that i am actually pissing off people to the extent that they bother writing Hate mail. So here is a clarification first.

Anima, as far as i know the girl i was talking about has a younger sister whose name is NOT Anima. So there may have been a misunderstanding. A case of mistaken identity. If that is the case i see no point in retorting to this piece of shit you have written because your foolishness and stupidity are quite apparent in the way you have jumped to conclusions without checking the facts first.

But that may very well not be the case. You may be a cousin i have not heard of. A close friend who considers herself a sister. Or quite simply you may be her sister and anima might be your nickname. In that case you better take note of what i have got to say.


First off, If you have second "thots", then it is an irony that you are pointing out my mistakes. Why dont you try a Dictionary?

Second: I am beyond pity. Yeah thanks for telling me that.

Third: If she is still associating with a selfconfessed disgusting,pity seeking,pita* "pervert" like ME, then as her sister you should be more concerned about her than me. Because something has to be wrong with her. Either that or i am NOT at all like you have described me. In either case you are the dumbass. The one that is shooting shit from her mouth just because she has one.

Tell your sister to get a life and ask her to stop "associating" with people like me. More importantly YOU get a LIFE. I actually wouldnt care about you and your life and hobbies if you stopped pissing and crapping in MY Webpage.

I will not mind publishing my thoughts on the net because i dont have anything to be ashamed of. If you are embarassed by what i have written, then here is an idea. Shut the fuck up and stop embarassing yourself further by making such stupid statements.

P.S: The whole article has been written under the assumption that you are a rational human being and that you have NOT written this comment just because your sister has told you some cock story about me. I am assuming that you have atleast listened to her version of what has happened. If that is not the case then GOD HELP YOU!!!.

P.S 2: I would be grateful if you tell me what inspired you to write the comment. That is, tell me the story that your sister told you. I promise that I wont delete it if you post it as a comment.

Rain

It is raining here in Chennai. After two weeks of blistering heat in the second fortnight of March, i was beginning to wonder how i was going to stay here in May. But then yesterday morning i woke up to the pleasant sound of rain hitting my window and the more than pleasant smell of sunbaked soil getting wet in the rain.

Today morning was no different. Except for the smell maybe. I usually need the slightest of excuses or sometimes no excuse at all to bunk my classes. And now it was raining. So i did not attend a single class these last 2 days. Whole 2 days were spent lazing around and watching movies. Inactivity reached its peak. The only interesting thing happening at that moment in my life was the inter hotel tennis matches. And they got cancelled because it was raining. So i was confined to my room. No physical activity of any sort.

Rain has this amazing effect on me. Especially rain in the middle of summer. It dulls and numbs me. Not only physically but also mentally. Meaning i dont even want to think when it is raining. Just lay around all day smoking and watching movies and eating pizza. Rain is an excuse i use to release myself. And do what i like to do most ...nothing. It gives me a sort of pleasure to see others also not do anything for a change. To see people who are usually busy and bustling with activity not doing anything. To see them helpless. To see them brought down to my level by forces greater than them.