THE HOPEWAY

Life is like a gradient that is full of ups and downs. It's a very embodiment of cumbrous experiences that one has to attune cautiously. You should not be so brittle that a single pressure might break you in pieces. To indemnify your life, you have to be prepared for the worst. Any kind of contraption that might help you must be taken along. It is a deontic survival strategy. Don't panic from nomophobia. In order to osmose the unitary essence of life, try to live it fully, having explored its full potential. Don't live like a bayou. Don't shortchange anyone. It is a matter of genomics that you will be fair to everybody. If you love to taste a croissant, just do it. Don't bother about any opprobrious thought. Genomics and proteomics are related with each other. To accrue your sense of self-confidence, always apply the balsam of knowledge. Clarity is a sure-fire way to boost up your determination and faith in yourself. The ontogenesis of success is not in blind faith,...

Everyone wants to indemnify her/his life, because life is always insecure. This complex contraption called smart phone is so entangled with our life that we sometimes forget our deontic aspects. Even we all more or less suffer from nomophobia in our daily life. To osmose the complete perspective of this kind of feeling, you have to get yourself detached from your favourite gadget for at least one hour. Life will seem like a bayou, without any flux. Even the feeling exacerbates when you feel that you have short-changed of your basic privilege of having a mobile phone whereas everybody else is blessed with so. The genomics and proteomics operate not in isolation, but in symbiosis with each other. I have not seen croissant yet, let alone tasting. The opprobrious existence I don't want to carry on anymore. The humiliations seem to be accruing even more day by day. There is no fixed balsam to resolve these hurt feelings. Not in any sure-fire way, I will get relieved of these emotive sor...

Life is not a bayou. It is a full-flowing river. Alway beware that nobody can short-change you. Everyone is prepared to swindle the other. Genomics does not give answer to every problem always. There is something called self-introspection also. She likes to eat croissant. Sometimes I think who is more opprobrious - me or my mind. Proteomics and genomics are entwined in the same network in an organism. Its proper functionality accrue the possibility to sustain life-form. There is no absolute balsam to every disease in life. There is no sure-fire way to achieve success. The ontogenesis of achievement is diligence. It is not a hokum, but an undeniable truth. The harelip feature I have seen in one of the boy's lips here. She is suffering from neurasthenia. Besides, sometimes, it also appears that she has hypochondriasis. The sclera of her eye is not completely white. The distal point of her knee is bruised. The present age is not salutary for the weak. You should not vacillate between ...

Life beckons me to a vibrant future. I don't want to limit myself within a narrow borough. I will never kowtow to the defeating elements of life. However foxed I may become in any given situation, I will always try to resolve the crisis. Even if you put a litany of problems in front of me, I will not shiver. I am not among those clumsy ones, who unnecessarily bungle their life-hazards. I myself can be the doyen of my own life. And I'm sharing this not as a mere a priori knowledge.  Though not everyone knows taekwondo, one needs learn basics of self-defense.  Whether parthenogenesis is a blessing or a curse, science will reply that at length.  Clamps are needed to tighten doors and windows. 

This word 'proteomics' I got from reading an article on stigma. It asserts that an organism is developed not from a single gene or for genetic mutation, but it is a consequence of a complex interaction between multiple genes and proteins. This is what proteomics studies. I don't know if my practice of vocabulary daily is coming to any benefit. But I'm sure that it is accruing my stock of lexicon and also self-assurance. Vocabulary is a balsam or a soothing ointment that gives you sufficient means to write something in your own words. It is a sure-fire stuff that can never fail you, that is, you will never be out of diction. It's a great boon if you can utilize it so. If you ponder deeply, the ontogenesis of our species is rooted in quotidian effort, without tiring or exhaustion. It might seem a hokum, a nonsense that I'm blabbering about. But this is what gives me strength to carry on my practice. Yesterday, I had got a number of words associated with medical fi...

It's very easy to talk or write any hokum. That's what I do everyday here in my blog. There is a boy who has harelip. I often see him. Or more correctly, I used to see him a few years ago. Today I don't even know if he is alive. However, I'm deviating from my hokum or bunkum whatever you want to call it. There is this word neurasthenia. My mother often feel neurasthenia, like she is weak and exhausted all the time. Most of the words today are medical lexicon. There are some people who suffer from hypochondriasis. I know one such character from Hard Times, that is Mrs Gradgrind. She is a hypochondriac, always whining about her illnesses. Now in real life I knew one such person, but she has died a couple of years ago. So better not recapitulate that memory. However, in effect let me share here as my ulterior chitchat: I don't mourn about her going because she was a real trouble. Sclera is another word that I have come across today. I saw a person whose sclera was a li...

If I have an operation on the distal part of my nose, I will not be accepted normally in this society. No salutary social interaction can transpire with me. Then I have to vacillate between aggressive and cowering attitude to confront the stigmatized confrontations all around. I will be free, my anger will be unanchored, and my mind will be anxious. A new tack of behaviour has to be discovered by me to carry on the urgent conversations. This skiff called life is not expected to sail smoothly. Its rind will be peeled off and then the society will try to turn it into a deadbeat. Its gestalt will be amorphous and injured. If you ideate that acceptance and sympathy are parallel, then you are in the wrong side. The dogleg of stigmatisation does not always take a rosewalk path. You have to bear with its horrid quid pro quo. Life is like a squid that will bring a violent blow to your sense of identity and solidity of your existence. You know all these; after all, you are not an ingenue. Fight...

We are rowing a skiff amongst the swelling waves of life. Its outer body is a rind, but the interior is so soft and vulnerable that it can always be threatened to get exposed to larger tangible dangers. To a deadbeat this skiff is not sufficient to keep afloat. The gestalt of true spunk is manifested in such circumstances when you don't have anybody else beside, still you have to keep fighting. You have to constantly ideate new notions, new ideas to survive, tricks to sustain your tiny existence in this vast universe. There may turn rampant doglegs that can sloth your pace. But it is a quid pro quo. You have to return the same amount of sacrifice for your greater achievement. Nobody is a squid in this battle. It is a contest against yourself. An ingenue, sorry to say, but it's true, has no place in this battleground. One has to be obdurate to breathe in this field. Not the soft, smooth phenotype can exist here. Everything is nebulous here. Every course of future you have decide...

In life sometimes you have to take some dogleg turns that you never expect. You have to compromise and do quid pro quo. Human beings hunt down their own species, like a squid. No ingenue is safe in this world. However obdurate your spirit is, you feel disgusted to stay on this soil, to breathe in this air, to drink this water. Hatred is a phenotype of humanity. It is not a nebulous thing. It is manifest in people's faces or voices. Hatred can't be underwritten by love. The imputation of hatred is ubiquitous. In effect everyone is a hater or jealous of someone else. Everyone wants to weasel something out in his/her life. Everything is a trickery or manipulation. It needs real spunk to live in this world with dignity. This world, this society is extremely lopsided. People are roaming around with their ulterior motives in their minds. No waiver can prevent them from harming you. No emotive appeal can bring back humanity on this earth. It is in a state of disjunct. Everyone is trea...

You should not condone every palpable slip your partner is perpetrating upon you. It is not an androgynous identity that you are endowed with. Don't lose your own self in pursuit of compassion. Sometimes it is better to moult the slough of hypocrisy and let the world subsist on that. Your relationship with her is symbiotic, not unidimensional. Even if you postulate the fact that she loves you immensely, still, there should be a space for your own individuality, your own private space. There is no tangible covenant imposed upon you that you have to bow low before her everytime on her every whim. Personality is like a log of wood that you yourself have to whittle into a proper shape and prestige. You don't have to expound to her all the times that you are not there to celebrate her fancies. If it goes on like this, today, tomorrow, or any other day in the near future, this fragile contact called relationship is going to founder. Don't get bothered about these frivolities and ...

As a protégé of my ideal teacher, it is my responsibility to serve the have-not. Having an incandescent future is not the end-all of an effulgent career. One needs to learn one's affect and mediate the inner conflicts through inductive dialectics. The era when fundamental cognition is evanescent, one should be aware of his / her perceptions. I should keep count of the plausible terminus a quo when I have utilised the ken properly. The famed cogito not only makes us aware of our thinking faculties, but it also helps to pull ourselves up from the slough of despondency. As a mentee of humanities broadly and literature especially, we must be conscious about the efflorescent notion that Humanism is not sufficient to embrace every being in the planet with the same harmony and warmth. Having come across the term posthumanism, many people are considering it to be a neophyte idea that will faint a few decades later. But unfortunately this is a solipsistic thinking, because posthumanism open...

Electing the capable member is a matter of mature cognition which itself unfortunately seems lacking in the rabble. The year, 1918 is the terminus a quo when the commoners are provided with the enfranchisement. The famous cogito by Descartes proves that most of the vox populi do not have any particular, logical foreknowledge before choosing someone as their representative. They are sunk in a dirty slough, and they keep choosing either that blackguard who has haled them in that pit for years or some celebrity socialite who hardly cares for how these destitute constituencies are consuming their days with bawl and yowl. Additionally, there is a horde of feet-licking goons who are the mentee of that so called representative and their earnest responsibility is to make sure that most of the inhabitants of the region choose their Da or Di either by rapacity or rapport.

If you are endowed with an efflorescent and effulgent career, cherish your life. Don't run after quizzical tidbits like a neophyte. A studied reserve will emanate off your demeanour that must get the better of rapacity for ordinary materialistic trifles. Your effort will be to mediate your own individual inner conflicts only because the outer dilemmas are mostly resulting from our innate perverse instinctualities. These subconscious, primal instincts run in the transversal memory structure behind the phantasmagoria of our flimsy existence. To sustain a solipsistic life we tend to expropriate the weaker in the hierarchy. The acts of acquisition nevertheless deify our sleazy vaingloriousness and palliate a brief, parochial narcissism. The palpable insurgency in the socio-political structure fundamentally bawls in our inner universe. 

There is no limit to human rapacity. One cannot mediate the conflict between desire of acquisition and satisfaction in what one possesses. It may appear somewhat perverse, but desire itself is the requisite apparatus that keeps us running. Desire has pervaded in a transversal manner or as Deleuze and Guattari calls 'nomadic' way in our socio-political structure. This works like a phantasmagoria, like a magic lantern, that radiates efflorescent, effulgent light, but quizzicalness lies in the shades. Desire to expropriate one is such a negative shade of human psyche. By nature beings are solipsistic because it is an instinct to survive and live on. No inductive logicism can abrogate the fact that intentionality to save one's own skin is evil. You cannot blame such attitude as narrow and parochial. 

If you expropriate someone's peace and bliss, don't worry, you must confront the consequence in this life itself. Solipsistic demeanour can lead to your acquisition. But destiny is yet to teach you the inductive lessons and wait for that. Don't die. The semantic profundity of the appellation "gain" should not transpire by haling others to the node of suffering and deprivation. Parochial solipsism may plump up your paunch, but in the long run, such sleazy humour just leaves one insular. Rather, orientate yourself towards the vision of abrogating that wistful appetite of success and palliate your cognition with peace. Peace.

The zoomorphic human beings exist since the creation of life. So, it is vain to retain a parochial sense of superiority to other species. One can decorate her walls and aprons with tassels. Still, the bird's nest streams its own beauty. One needs orientate the mindset to accommodate the larger schemata of organic and inorganic ontology. The yowl of any life-form should tend to induce a prick in the consciousness. One can bawl and drive the trouble away. But such attitude merely plumps up the crisis on a larger scale. The hospice where the terminally ill are being treated can only palliate the suffering, not erase it out. The socialites come and go to click some pictures exuding the radiant aura of generosity and nobleness. But when the visit is over, the sufferer await them in the marbled foyer of their palaces. Sometimes these so called noble people are haled to such places getting obliged to maintain the image and status.

As long as the yowl of a calf brings tears to your eyes, you belong to that rarest species called the Sensitive. The unitary world around will bawl at you, can plump up your wistfulness. But be sure that you are not alone. Visit the hospice. Visit those who are on the verge of the finishing line of this race named life. Palliate your rage being one of them, sharing their joy, getting blown by their insurgency to the prejudiced status quo. It may seem palpable that they are suffering for Karma. Deep down you know that Karma is only an excuse to turn your face away, to abrogate and relinquish the debt of responsibility we all owe to the liminal.

The socialite feminists venture to fathom the socioeconomic, historical, political (or whatever '-ical' or '-ic' or '-ist' there is on earth) nuances of women all over the world from their air-conditioned cognitive faculties. Maybe her PhD student is waiting in the foyer to get a document signed for longer than an hour. Or maybe her teenager maidservant is haled by the family to earn the bread by working. Does feminism want to abrogate discrimination against women from this world? But what if it happens against men by women or for women? Is the node of reservation (including the empty bus seats or train compartments) a means to equalise, politicize, or authorize one against the other?

If you engage in a wistful mentation for some moments in a day with a calm, peaceful mind, it would be easily palpable that we are completely filled with organic resources worth crores, but we never express our gratitude for this innate blessings. For instance, the two little eyes are more valuable than any amount of money can calculate. Simply because most of us are endowed with these two miniature boons, we hardly bother to care for them as something special until we lose them or the eyesight fails us. You may expend lakhs and crores, even if you can afford, but still, it is of no avail because money can lengthen life, linger the faint breathing, but can't retrieve it. That pungent smell of insurgency could surge up in your arteries, anarchy might flow forth in your veins, but once the ecumenical heteronomy punishes you, you have no way but to relinquish and get inured to a nebula of darkness.

The unitary world opines that money cannot buy happiness, though most of the people practise the opposite. There is a solidarity in one respect in humanity - pursuit of pleasure. Everyone desires autonomy in life, but it is virtually impossible to obviate the axiomatic heteronomy. Very few dare chase the rhapsody of their dreams, wherein pervades the long-term happiness. Most of us, the rabblers, inure ourselves to maintain our upbeat spirit by some hallucinogenic drops of pleasure.

To remain upbeat is no less than a challenge itself. If I have to be stoked everyday to get up from bed and carry on with daily chores, what's the value of common sense. However, this stuff called sense is one of the rarest substances on earth. You can relinquish hard work owing to win some achievement. But the question persists: is that truly a sensible thing to do? Is it not denigrating your own capabilities? Setting out from the liminal point of your journey, don't dream of destination, but get so immersed in the journey itself that you will be one with that path. This syntropy can get you rid of this frightening term called struggled. This word thrusts forward a disconcerting imagery of swear streaming down from crown to toe, with a disarrayed beard and all that sketchy visage tradition cherishes as the symbol of 'struggle'. But hard work is hardly so hard if you love your work with heart. And struggle is merely a part of the journey, not the journey itself.