In a preferred embodiment

IN A PREFERRED EMBODIMENT (IAPE) – is a blog by me, a patent attorney. The phrase is used by patent attorneys around the world to illustrate various alternative embodiments of certain invention in a patent specification. In a way, this is one of our favourite phrases. Instead of writing direct terms such as for example, e.g., viz., etc., we prefer to write IAPE or its various versions. It gives us a literary pleasure and artistic hangover. This gives us freedom to introduce alternative methods, processes and elemental arrangements in an invention. And then isn’t life all about preferred embodiments? Sometimes realised, sometimes lived, sometimes imagined, sometimes hallucinated, sometimes only felt and sometimes they just die with you!

The blog is, therefore, about those perfect and imperfect, realised and unrealised, dreamt and undreamt, lived and non-lived, imagined and non-imagined, and felt and non-felt embodiments of my life. It is about what I was, what I am, what I could have been, what I would be, what I will be, what life is, what life was, what life could have been and what life would be, along with thoughts on various other matters ranging from laws to politics to history to poetry to philosophy to languages. I have seldom seen patent attorneys writing a personal blog. We are literary artists, with natural flair for words and have a way with language, yet not many of our fraternity take up writing on other affairs under the sun.

In life, we are always in search of one preferred embodiment of ourselves, of our life and of all things around us. Some achieve it and some don’t. Well, the blog is an attempt to chronicle my journey towards achieving or non-achieving of my preferred embodiments [I have no idea what my preferred embodiments are]. And since the journey comprises of reading books, having opinions, tracking news, making money, having a wonderful career apart from slowly marching towards death, the blog too will comprise posts on all such shades. I believe that all humans are essentially forgettable, especially in adverse times. Humans are recalled only by those select fellow humans in whose lives they matter or mattered. I am forgettable. I haven’t found anyone in whose life I matter or mattered enough to be recalled, missed or remembered, in good or adverse times. I haven’t given any such memory to anyone that without me their life comes to a halt, that they find me prime ingredient of their existence. But I do long to give such impressions to someone!

The views, posts and ideas, from whacky to cocky to brilliant to totally meaningless, are all mine. Only mine. They have nothing to do with the organisations, people, pets, trees, cups, stones, pebbles etc. that I may be associated with or will associate with in future. If you still don’t believe it, I wish you luck chasing them for seeking clarifications!

17 Responses to In a preferred embodiment

  1. David Emeron says:

    Be careful of that whatfor you wish… : )

  2. Jaime says:

    I love the “Wanderer above the Sea of Fog.” I used it in a blog post to accompany a poem of mine a couple of months ago.

    • Rahul says:

      I too am fan of this painting. The best visual expression of self-reflection and analysis, and there is sense of sort of well-deserved solitude in the subject as reflected in the confident posture of the subject. I sometimes wonder whether he is thinking himself to be, at that moment, a person of immense importance [the way he grandly stands on the rock] or a “nobody”. I am certain that whatever it is he is thinking – he is quite content. What do you say?

      • Jaime says:

        I love your hypotheses about the meaning behind his stature. I feel that he is simply forlorn and in need of the respite that only solitude and the beauty of nature can bring. Perhaps he is only proud in dress — but in his soul, a humble, assuming man of great insight that will only be shared if one asks the right questions.

        Here is the piece I wrote to accompany the painting.

      • Rahul says:

        Jaime, I never saw him as forlorn. However, as I read your poem. I understood the connotation. “Perhaps he is only proud in dress” – I wonder if this line has some magical meaning to it – like he is -as he stands so solidly – he is comfortable (proud) in his skin (dress) – but also ruminating how he wears the sun differently – You have given me an idea of writing a poem as well – ! Your poem is lovely – just like what is beheld in the sight of Wanderer there !

      • Jaime says:

        Thank you! =) Hope you were able to pen your poem…inspiration is everything!

  3. Heather says:

    I recognize a wordsmith when I read one… You, Sir, have raised the barre.

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