Friday, November 24, 2006

A different world.

Nothing has been going right off-late. Shelly died as well. I was just sitting around and thinking about what makes us hard as human beings from within. What helps you stay emotionally detached? Suddenly, I thought about the war, about how people ruthlessly kill each other. In fact, that is their job! Slowly, my thoughts floated into the realm of gaming.
Personally, I have seen so many young men addicted(?) to it. They are happy killing their enemies, I hear them scream " Machaan! Use that weapon. Stab the Motherfucker. I want to see his blood on the fucking walls da" , followed by " Fucker, he s dead. I m the king da.I fucking blew his brains out." The first time i heard this conversation, I was appalled.

Now, when I come to think of it these young men who waste their time, energy and money on something as unreal and futile as computer games might actually be the ones who are stronger emotionally. If they were given an axe,bow,crossbow,dagger,fishing pole,fist weapon,gun,mace,polearm,spear,staff,sword,thrown,two-hand axe,two-hand mace,two-hand sword,wand or something way less complex like a fork or a toothpick, it is highly unlikely that they might think twice before attacking someone they detest. Keeping this in mind, I think they will form the next generation of soldiers. With their brilliant eye-hand co-ordination and mind-blowing strategies, they could contribute to the world of real war.

Even if this is not a conscious process i.e, them "learning" to be emotionally retarded, it might happen eventually as they play more and more and enter the gaming world so often that they feel alienated from the "real" world.

Is this a good thing that these people seldom get hurt in relationships and are productive to warfare in a drastic way? Or is it a bad thing because what makes them human is dead?

"Keep flax from fire, youth from gaming”

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Sunday, November 19, 2006

Belly R.I.P

Belly, my terrapin died today. Baywatch got 2 terrapins, they were really tiny when we got them. I named one shelly ( for obvious reasons) and belly was the bigger, rounder one. She was the funnest terrapin ever ( not that i have had terrapins before in my life). I am sure Shelly and belly liked each other a lot. They were all over each other all the time, unless that is a way to express animosity in terrapin lingo. Sigh..Shelly will feel lonely now.
As soon as i walk into baywatch, I would first hold Shelly and became kind of a ritual. I would feed them and clean their poo. Yup, like taking care of babies. Only it was small-ass poo. When I was down and went there all by myself, I d hold them and talk to them. I felt like they responded ( by trying to run away from my hand, of course). Over these months, I had created this unusually strong bond with them.
I heard Belly was not doing too good so I decided to visit her. I held her, she didn't move. Her neck was cold (not because of the water, this time). I rushed her to a vet only to find out she s gone. I shook her a little more, asked her to get up. Nope, nothing. I took her to the beach and buried her there.
Ironically she was the healthier one of the two. She is one terrapin I will never forget. May her soul rest in peace. Love and peace.

“Now bury her,
the water she swam in,
And bury her down and down
Who had to put her trust in one
So light-eyed and so brown....”

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