Busting Bullshittery -1

I am not the one who uses harsh language, neither in verbal nor in written communication. Although I am not at ease with the title that I have given because of the second word, but the amount of disgust that I have for certain platitudes is too much for me to be civil in this written discourse. I could have easily titled this post as, in keeping up with lessons from Robert Louis Stevenson, as “Busting Blather” but I am letting that title go. I hate platitudes. Hate. Hate is a strong word. Being an amateur linguist, I use my words carefully. So when I say “hate”, it is not a teenage hatred for an older version of Sony PlayStation, or a wife telling her husband: “I hate you”, while making love or in intimate moments; for me it is always a hate that, for example, two political rivals may carry, say, the one between Pozzo di Borgo and Napoleon or the one between Lalu Prasad Yadav and bovine animals.

Few of the platitudes that I often hear, from the people around, are the different versions of “Life is short“, in which this statement is often appended with another equally obnoxious and linguistically criminal platitude such as “Live it fully”, “Drink XYZ”, “So Work Hard”, “So fall in love” etc. etc. For the record, Life is not short. It really is not. It seems to pass in a blink of an eye, but you know that, and I know that it is not short. And when you attach the other set of words to shamelessly bask in the glory of having committed an assault on fine art of aphorism, please excuse me from killing me with another of your platitudes, I do not find the above seemingly “deep” statements any different from say: Life is short, so brush your teeth, hairs and shoes simultaneously [this actually makes sense]. 

Such is Life” – Yet, another cliche from the mouth of non-originals, the ersatz. Whenever they (or others) fail in a venture or embarrass themselves, they console themselves (or others) by “Such is Life”. You farted in a place full of people and then smirk while saying Such is Life!  No Sir! Such is not life, such is your food or your intestine. Your computer or laptop is taking time to shut down, or has started taking random updates while you are getting late for a meeting, and you say, “Whenever I have to go somewhere early, always something trite comes up, such is life” No, Ma’m! such is not life, such is your Windows 2000, Vista, Windows 7 and 8 PC or laptop. [Note: This is not an advertisement of Apple products. Disclaimer: I own Apple’s ipad Air, Macbook Air and iPhone 5s]

Patience is a virtue: Often heard from slow and slithering decision makers or slow chess-piece movers or from the obdurate pot-bellied man sitting in a public service office in India. Once I called a snail, moving across a Mumbai pavement, to come to me, even snail didn’t utter these words to cover up his famous virtue by implying a virtue on me. Not that I lack patience. I have immense patience, but I have patience for things like my junior staff making mistakes in work, or my brother unable to grasp a mathematical problem despite my repeated attempts, or my mother unable to learn to handle a touch screen smartphone despite breaking two phones [I am against Dr Sheldon Cooper on this, he favours public flogging of senior citizens for not being able to use modern gadgets, to set an example to other citizens]. But I do not have patience for your jackassery dripping from your toothed smile, nor do I have it for waiting in line for something which could be done without waiting in line, or for my mother’s long shopping hours which also almost always end up in buying NOTHING! 

Just think positive: This trite philosophy is like a nail in the coffin when I am thinking all negative. How the hell do you think I can think positive, if all the empirical data on certain issue is against it? Are you implying Orwell’s doublethink? Sorry, I have no Winston Smith or Big Brother to brainwash me into that. Wait! Are you Winston Smith? or Big Brother? When you think negative, in face of adverse empirical data, you gloss over multiple practical solutions, and arrive at best; when you think positive, in face of adverse empirical data, you are just fooling yourself, you are being escapist, you are trying to hang on to the first solution that comes to you. In short, you are pusillanimous.

This too shall pass: Of course, like everything, everything shall pass. Then why screw my brains with such cliche? Because you think your cliche too shall pass? Yes Sir! your cliche has indeed been passed, from left ear through right into the air where other things uttered by you have been passed to save the humanity. And also this mostly reminds me of my bowel moments, which too shall pass, for me to live peacefully.

I have got a bone to pick up with many of such cliches, but it’s for your own good that I let it move on and take those other cliches in subsequent posts in future.

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Explaining My Job [of Patent Attorney]

I am a patent attorney. Many, may be all, of the online readers will instantly get what I do for a living. Make no mistake, despite all the evil stories about patent attorneys floating around on web, I love my career. I am fond of it. However, the actual trouble comes when I have to explain my job to my fellow countrymen. Unlike US, Europe, Canada and other developed countries/regions, the word ‘patent’ is largely unknown to the masses in India. Given the thoughtful socialist upbringing and nurturing of the Republic of India, whosoever knows the word ‘patent’, one cannot miss frowns appearing on their at-peace and near-salvation physiognomy when they hear about my profession. Whenever I tell about my profession to those who do not know about the word ‘patent’ [those I meet, not that I get on a podium to address a crowd of millions regarding my profession] they baulk, they squint, they sit down, and think, and then ponder for hours on what the hell do I do?

Some dismiss my profession with laughter and ridicule, like I am a jester in a court, only with a better sounding title. Some give a smug smile like I am doing something banal and totally nonsense. Some nod their head so vigorously in agreement that it feels they take my profession to be something where I am not remunerated generously and are sympathising with me. Some folks simply steal glances in a fear of looking stupid, and not knowing the latest in-vogue but niche profession of the world. Some folks baulk like I am running a drug cartel. Some folks are genuine, they want to ask, learn and may be get involved.

But the most gruesome trouble arrives when I have to explain it to my parents. I don’t think they know what my career is all about. And the ghastlier trouble comes when my parents are explaining my profession to the parents of a prospective matrimonial match. The sight of my mother struggling to explain a girl’s mother [over phone] about the profession of her son, and the thought of the struggle that the girl’s mother is undergoing to understand my profession on the other side of the phone is simply hilarious to say the least.  I have attempted to explain my profession in various aphorisms [by yours truly] and brief statements to many. Some are:

1. I am thought (or idea) police [a la George Orwell’s Thought Police of 1984; only non-secretive with a Non-Disclosure Agreement signed with attorney-client privileges and no Big Brother to report to and ‘expose’ your ‘thoughtry (as in treachery)’ to him]. I protect your ideas, that spring up from your random thoughts and help enforce your rights on them in a court of law. 

2. I am a technical lawyer or legal engineer. 

3. This, I say to my engineer clients [it keeps them happy] – I am an engineering infidel who converted to psuedo-legal profession, and dirtied and contaminated his fine engineering intellect to help fellow engineer brethren in protecting their ingenuity. 

4. I am a patent attorney. I deal in science and technology. I do not take civil and criminal cases. End of story. 

5. This, I say to some “passionate” inventors who are not really inventor, who want to invent for the love of inventing something, not for the love of solving a problem: I am your bubble breaker, your hangover-remover coffee, a punch-in-face to bring you to reality, a non-soothsayer who brings you down to earth from the heights of your lofty ideas. For example, you have made a five-legged chair. You think it is something brilliant. Your friends encourage you to talk to a “patent lawyer”. And then I come into picture and tell you how ridiculous your idea is and break your little bubble, remove your hangover and punch you in the face [only figuratively].

6. To some intelligent folks, who know science and a bit about patents, I say this:

I am a legal-assistance-composition [or apparatus, depending on the client] in matters of science and technology, to protect your intangible intellectual and scientific ingenuity and wits which you have now reduced to a tangible technological advance possessing novelty, inventive step and industrial utility; said legal-assistance-composition comprising a technically advanced academic degree, a few years of dedicated training in an arcane area of law, a few of disgruntled hours with you, your invention, your invention disclosure, along with some thoughtful reveries of yours on how your invention will “change the world”; and a happy realisation that your said wits and ingenuity so reduced in the tangible technical advance may be patentable.

After listening to above patentspeak, they stop bothering me. Ahem!

7. To a technically unskilled fellow, who are curious and only know about “IT” or “Computer” or “Software” jobs [well, there are so many of them], I have to get down to brass tacks like: Ok dude, for example you have developed a new pizza, which one can not only eat but also drink when faced with acute shortage of time, or you have developed a bathing tablet that removes the ablution ceremonies from our lives, or you have developed a bread which one can eat only if the one is hungry, else it will refuse from being eaten and thereby saving calories and all such whacky ideas that your little mind can think of, I study the science behind them, check their patentability, and protect it from copying by others, so that you don’t go around lamenting how you came up with this million dollar idea but you couldn’t make any money because it was copied. 

8. To my parents: “Your son is a patent attorney”. To this my parents say, you changed your “line” and swerved from the path in which your were academically trained and educated. To this, I retort,” Your son is a patent attorney”. 

And much more ! I sometimes wonder on how I would explain my profession to my wife in future.  I am not some gold smuggler of Mumbai, or gambling mafia don of New York, or drug cartel leader of Africa or a godfather of a remote Sicilian village, yet I will have to “explain” my profession to her, so that she can take pride in what I do and not baulk, or squint or steal glances when amongst her friends, with her friends assuming that her husband is actually a smuggler or godfather. But I am sure, I will come up with a brilliant definition of my job for her. That will be blogged about when that happens.

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Homosexuals and Homosexuality -1

Recently, the Indian Supreme Court overturned a Delhi High Court decision of 2009, concerning section 377, of the Indian Penal Code [criminal code of India]. This section penalises various forms of non-natural sex [even for heterosexuals, nothing explicitly said about homosexuals]. Delhi High Court had upheld that section to be constitutionally invalid, but the Supreme Court set aside this verdict of the Delhi HC, and upheld the section while maintaining that repealing or amending a section is best left to legislature i.e. Indian Parliament. The media outlets, from mainstream to social to online, are full of brouhaha against the Supreme Court verdict.

I must confess that I was not always in “favour” of homosexuality. I abhorred the idea. Slowly, I came to understand that it may not merely be an “idea” but very well may be a natural instinct in some humans too. For some time, I looked at the legality, morality and acceptability of homosexuality in a society through this prism of “natural instinct”. This argument is usually supported by citing research papers showing homosexuality being prevalent in other species of animal kingdom. I grew up more. I then found this argument of “homosexuality being natural, therefore should be “allowed””, completely vacuous.

I now do not “support” or “favour” homosexuality, just like I don’t “support” or “favour” heterosexuality or asexuality or non-sexuality or just-any-other-sexuality. I have some scientific issues with homosexuality, but I do not rely on “scientific arguments” for homosexuality to be accepted socially, legally and morally. I draw its support from the canon of human rights and individual liberty. This is the strongest and perhaps only tenable argument against the unwilling [to ‘accept’ homosexuality] components of the society and state.  I must also confess that, to me, homosexuality is not normal. It may be natural, but not normal. However, even if it is non-natural, should two consenting humans be stopped from going ahead and explore their sexuality? No, they shouldn’t be. Society and State has no right to encroach upon human rights and individual liberty.

In doing so, I have often castigated the Constitution of India, which boasts of being the longest written constitution ever for a democratic country. But the irony is the longest constitution has no clearly stated objectives for its existence and for the existence of republic, and has dedicated just one or two pages on individual freedoms. It is full of warnings, caveats, duties and directive guidelines. The Constitution of India was adopted in 1950, whereas the Indian Penal Code came into force in 1862, through the British Parliament. The Supreme Court verdict, is therefore, to me at least, a resounding reminder of the fact that Indian Penal Code of colonial times, supersedes the Constitution adopted by the free Republic of India. It is a triumph of 19th century Victorian laws over the 20th century ideas, as enshrined in Indian Constitution, by some of its most talented and famous public intellectuals. Indeed, this judgment is a sad reminder of the colonial hangover of Indian public servants, from judiciary to legislature. Because, it is a given fact that Indians, historically, were very liberal about freedoms [from religious to sexual].

I am keeping this post brief. This post is important and not important both. Here, I am just reiterating my views on the matter. I am laying groundwork for the arguments that I am going to make, in the subsequent post, AGAINST homosexuals [not homosexuality per se], and is therefore pushing me to NOT support their “fight” against state and society. What are those arguments? What is turning me off? Why should we be bothered? Why am I bothered? I will answer all these questions in next post on this matter.

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Sonnet II: To Ease thy Longing

David Emeron's avatarDavid Emeron: Sonnets

The way of this elixir is its balm,
So gentle; that, with artistry, would’ see
My mind and heart, my very soul, becalm;
As well it would, my sweetest love, for thee.

So gently should it wash away thy pain,
This gift of purest flavour doth recall,
As though it, soothing as a favoured rain,
Shan’t make distraught thy soul, that it may fall.

Forget thou not, my love, this cruel Earth
Gave art to elements wherewith may heal
Thine heart; which beat with sadness, yet with worth
And daunt, as doth an angel’s heart reveal.

Though haunted, all the lonely, even we,
May wash away our longing a degree.

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Sonnet II

But a passing picosecond in the clock of time flowing.

But a miniscule spot in the infinite space all around.

But a drop of water in ocean of life not so glowing.

But a toy in a maze and moving round and round.

 

Like a failed attempt on Edison’s path to discoveries.

Like a tiny dry twig in a rain forest abandoned.

Like a forgotten event from millions of memories.

Like a threadlike gene in a bacterium stranded.

 

But a quark in the conspiracies of universe matter.

Like a e of euphoria and k of knowledge.

But a quarter of bland bread on a full man’s platter.

Like a leaf in  autumn’s discarded foliage.

 

I am but a drop of tears that have been shed;

like one of those words that an author has never said

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