The dynamics of a Bhok

We all have a lot of cliche's attributed to us at some point in our life(OK, not a lot, but considering that I'm an amazing motormouth, I do). I'm guilty of bringing a lot of innocuous, ignored words, into daily use of a lot of people(read the crowd in my college) with amazing interpretations.
One such word is Bhok.
So let me embark on my theory, and explain my premise and my philosophy.
The world, my dear readers, is a huge, never-ending, deep, drawing, unquenchable void. We are all pulled into it at some point of time and strive throughout our lives to condemn our worries and problems(sometimes even people) to this void. This void, is THE BHOK.

We live our lives, enchanted, at times ensnared by the Bhok. Always inquisitive, always attracted by it's magical ways, awestruck by it's magnanimous presence.

Now I explain to the rational mind:
In technical terms, the Bhok is a Stack. All our worries are pushed to the Bhok. The only catch here is that, this Bhok stack doesn't come with a pop operation. The push function is called by saying aloud "Bhokat".

• The Bhok doesn't need typecasting. It is flexible and can contain any worry type.
• The Bhok is universally public and can be called from any place, anytime.
• The Bhok is universally inherited and can be called by anyone in need.
• The Bhok is indestructible, by deletion, destruction, uninstallation or what you may.

The Bhok is the singularity that engulfs us all and pervades our existence. It existed when nothing else did and will continue to exist when everything else ceases. A Bhok is the logical analogy of a gravitational Black Hole. Only difference being:

Bhok >>>> Black Hole

Period.

I have devoted my life towards a greater understanding of this amazingly awesome colossal figure which is not just a beacon of hope but an entire 12000kw floodlight of hope for the distressed and forlorn.

May the Bhok be with you!

\m/

Pedophobia

NOTE: Title says pedoPHOBIA not pedoPHILIA you perverted jerk!!!

Have you ever noticed how kids seem to get on your nerves, no matter how tiny they are in comparison to you. Kids (though not all of them) are amazingly, awe-inspiringly irritating.

Kids seem to come in different types. I could just forgive you for thinking that it's the pampered baby-elephant types who manage to take the piss out of you. Trust me, it's the scrawny ones that take the mickey outta me.

At this very moment, as I type these here sentences, the scrawny bugger is standing right next to me, watching intently at every word I type, not able to decipher shit(though I'm sure the stuff I type is not encrypted). This bairn here must be about 5 years old, but I'm pretty sure, he could successfully make an elephant shit in frustration. (no hyperbole).

It's the first time he's visited, Dad's C.A's son by the look of it. And somehow, my mom thinks the twirp is cute and oh so nice. Their parents think they're the greatest creation the almighty has blessed them with. /*Content edited due to fear of parents */. I'd rather not get into details, but I'm pretty sure this must have been the case(amazed at own imagination and sits with a proud smirk on his face).

These twirps follow some universal law of inverse proportion.

Size of twirp is inversely proportional to irritation quotient.

Smaller the twirp, the worse, with absolutely no language in common, he can still strike up a conversation with you, and having passed my grunt age 18 years ago, I can make nor head nor tail of what this guy is saying.

And these twirps always have to be the guys. Small girls don't talk to 20 year old part uncle/part bhaiyya looking dudes.

But the brighter side is, this twirp gets excited every time I switch over to the Goal.com website.
So I guess testosterone runs in his blood long before his balls are fully functional.

I'd call this twirp a young dude, but some one's warned me not to go around calling random guys dudes. I doubt that person will ever read my blog, but you never know.

If you've been troubled by young shitler's ever, pointers on how to piss them off will be appreciated. Leave a comment.

P.S: I found a way to piss the twirp off, I started writing my journals, this guy hung around for 2 minutes, before he realised that I was writing. Amazing how Sophophobia kicks in at such an early age in us guys eh? I'm perfectly sure, a small li'l girl would love to write and draw and (shudders at his own thought) .....you get the point.

He just turned his gross ass and left my vicinity and kept his distance(Must have thought I'm one of those nerdy types, Not to say I care). If it keeps him away, that's good enough for me.

P.S: This jerk has an awesome IQ, I admire and toally dig this dude

Quid pro quo

Social rules are amazing, aren't they? Over the years, man created these rules to structure society and to establish a sense of confidence in one another through communication, which he believed would lead to greater understanding among individuals resulting in development of isolated social groups. This has held true and has stood the test of time. For over centuries, man has developed complex, yet inherent, austere, yet implicit rules and norms for behavior.
Yet, today as we stand on the brink of the great Intelligence shift which basically heralds the arrival of A.I on a truly large scale, man has started to breach those very rules and norms which have resulted in his rise through nature's vast ranks to reach the apex of the pyramid.
Through so called social networking capacities, people can spew stuff with absolute dour insolence and wipe their conscience clean. Humans are slowly relinquishing moral responsibilities towards society and revelling in the rule of the wild that exists within the immense void that is the Internet. When CERN gave us the net, it was for betterment of communication within geographically isolated humans amongst various other purposes.
But as we have started hiding behind our virtual selves, behind the paradoxically vulnerable image of invulnerability, we have also started the count towards the day when humans will cease to reside at the very top of the pyramid. Having ruthlessly worked our way to the top, disturbing nature and her very bosom, we have dug our own grave. As we now undo the strings that bind us we shall no longer remain "us". The virtual world at some point spills over into the real one, and before long, it engulfs the real one and the difference is lost in transit.
Over the years as we strive harder to improve the effectivity of A.I,as we toil to make a machine as seamlessly human as possible, we do not realise that we ourselves are becoming as machine-like as possible. Every step that machines take towards humans, we humans take two steps towards being like them.
People always try to hide behind the blind that humans have distinctive characteristics of emotions and spontaneity which A.I can never have. At the rate we're going, those distinctive characteristics will be mere victims of evolution and mother nature will have the last laugh as we fall prey to our own brainchild.
I guess that is why they say, "Everything comes at a price". And the price has to be paid one day or the other.