Monday, September 11, 2006

Burning Bridges and the ‘Nothing to lose’ factor

Life is incredibly peaceful and smooth. Like in the movie Fight Club, “After a night in fight club, everything in the real world gets the volume turned down”.

I seem to be going through something similar nowadays. Guess the previous month has got a lot to do with it. Nothing seems to bother me anymore. It’s like this eternal calm has set in or something. All at peace with myself.

There’s also the moving along in a short while deal to go with it. It’s like this, I’m going to leave this place in a few days’ time and hence there’s no holding back. There generally wasn’t much holding back right through, but then I used to ignore the presence of hypocrisy, stupidity (and other such words that end with ‘y’) in conversations and used to probably get it all out of my system in other conversations with friends with whom conversations wouldn’t generally reek of the afore mentioned words.

In short, get real pissed off with the attitudes shown by people, but do nothing about it. Nothing apart from a discussion over drinks or some such. They happy, we relieved to be rid of them and whatever it is that we have to hold within…

Now, with only a few days left in this town, there’s this nothing to lose attitude that’s crept in. I normally wouldn’t have given that Nokia dealer the time I ended up giving him. It’s the complete lack of fear or consideration for consequences.

How many times have you figured out that you wouldn’t be able to get what you want done… and still behaved politely with the person who could be the hurdle. Now that was the whole deal with the nokia dude, I figured out he wasn’t going to help me in any way, so I decided I’d take his case big time and at least be satisfied in my own way about it.

Had a similar incident yesterday… the usual attitudes of the clowns with families toward ‘bachelors’. That word ‘bachelors’ is received with the awe, fear and apprehension reserved for ‘criminal’ in India. Now there was this set of clowns who apparently told Gag not to sit in the local park last evening (around 8 pm) we guys went about confusing the living daylights out of them, explaining the law and finding logical fallacies in every statement they came up with.

That could probably be another post, but the point here being, we wouldn’t have gone ahead with the argument and made the whole set of clowns look real stupid some other time. We would probably have kept quiet about it and let the whole thing pass over. We would have ignored the insulting tones used and even the choice of words.

The only difference being, we are both leaving town very shortly and don’t really care for neighborhood oafs and their idiosyncrasies. It’s a lot of fun getting them all tongue tied though.

When you’re leaving a place for good, you don’t think too much about burning bridges and all that. You just stand and make your point. Things suddenly fall into place.

The people making the rules are just a bunch of jerks waiting to get intimidated and need the group around them to feel secure, people following the rules are the smart ones who don’t give a damn what the morons in crowds think. The smart ones try not to be intrusive and let the rest go about their weird frightened lives.

These people are so insecure that group and all, they go into their shells the moment somebody speaks up. One of them was a lawyer by the way… and tolerated me explaining the law to him. That’s how bold people get.

We guys spoke up because we didn’t care about the bridges being burnt… we were moving on and had nothing to lose. It’s a nice state to live in. These characters are too frightened of you to be of any use ever. So what’s the point in being nice and polite to people who aren’t polite to you anyways? Go ahead… give it back to them… thrash out at even those people who don’t intend to annoy you, but do so courtesy their complete lack of intelligence… even they deserve a hiding.

Life suddenly feels a lot lighter.

Ever wondered why the countries that are real good in sports are either the real rich or the real poor ones?
I guess it’s because the rich ones can afford taking up sports as professions and the poor ones take it up as they don’t have an alternate profession and hence have nothing to lose.

Anyways, the entire deal with me feeling real cool about the life thing and all that has it’s effects in that, I’m not quite so in angst against the system nowadays. That means progressively fewer things to write about by the passing day.

Guess I’ll be taking a bit of a virtual holiday and will keep my ramblings to the inside of my skull. If in case somebody says/does anything real nasty to me, I might have a good old fashioned Viking style showdown ‘again’ and live to let you nice people know about it.

Adios for a bit…
- Komodo Dragon

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