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Have you ever noticed that coincidences come in clusters? Every now and then I hit a cluster of coincidences that make me question my delusions about reality. I’m tempted to concoct an entirely new set of delusions just to make it all square up. My current view of reality is that I’m in a coma someplace and this apparent reality is my dream. And i am dreaming in my dream. Its been a year and I have dreamt the exact same scenario 3 times now and I’m yet to be any closer to say what i have to say or do what i have to do, or even get the kind of response i felt so keenly i would get. A part of me wants to push forward, yet the other fights to maintain status quo. Of course, there are many more weird but good dreams within my dream. The “good ones” are so bizarre that I generally don’t share them anymore because no one believes me when I do.

In my coma theory, the little runs of coincidences are the defects in my otherwise perfect delusion. For example, the other day i was at Mustafa buying some floor mats, and then i hear my name in the intercom asking me to go to the CIS centre just as i stepped into the store. What are the chances that they would call out my name the moment i step into the store. I interpreted the experience to mean that the real me – the one in the coma – was getting a sponge bath.

Okay, it gets weirder. I’m sitting at the taxi stand waiting for a cab. My secondary mission that day was to pick up a some gadget from the store. I had totally forgotten about that until a couple of teens sitting next to me started discussing about which gadget is better. What is the chance of 2 school kids talking about light saber umbrellas on a very hot day? So I’m writing about coincidences as a lucky coincidence happens that totally saves me. I interpret this to mean that the real me – the one in the coma – is being sponge-bathed again, this time in my favorite spot.

What’s your strangest coincidence? And how long have you been in your coma?

Cheers.
ps: Gotta get a grip on reality.

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Information wants to be free

Zero distance
Mass amateurishness
More is much more
True names
Viral behaviour
Everything is personal
Ubiquitous computing
Hypertext Downloads
Twitter
Android SDK
Word Wide Web

This is what is going to disrupt everything you hold dear in the years to come…work with it or perish…

The Enemy (you know who you are)
Copyright
Borders
Censorship
Network blocking
Identity cards and databases
More network blocking
Everything is traceable
IOS
Holy Steve Trinity Duo
(I would add that anybody unwilling to change or open up or collaborate will perish as well)

Cheers,
ps: If Knowledge is power, Information is the key.

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Privacy is an elusive goal; in fact, it became unattainable the moment our thumbprint was added to our birth records, and we were stamped on the rump with an identification number. The social media and their puppet masters have gone a long way to convince us that privacy is unimportant in our personal lives, yet we cling to the notion that we should be able to escape fees, taxes, and other invasions of our lives.,

Cheers.
ps: 12, 487, 300 more people went “off the grid” after reading this.

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I have met a couple of people in life who have no friends. No “chronic” friends circles that is. And most of them seem very contended and self sufficient. I have always wondered how they manage to occupy the pockets of free time when just need to do something. A good example would be my friend, Tok. He once famously remarked, “It’s ok, i don’t need anything or anyone around, i can be perfect being all alone”.

I dedicate this article to his line.

Its not until a couple of Teh-Gajah on the rocks and mint-apple flavoured Sheesha smoking with these people with no friends, that you realise, they are actually very lonely people, totally inept socially and the only wisdom you can derive from them would be platitudes. Their lives would be filled with single oriented activities like solo movie marathons, a motorbike with one seat, a marathon with one participant and etc.

So to these people here’s a newsflash.

Friends are the DNA of society. They are the basic building blocks of life. If you have a couple of good ones, treasure them like gold. There’s nothing better. Ever look at those social message driven advertisements where they have, “Friends and Family”? Who do they mention first? Your friends help you carry the big weight in life. That big burden we’ve all got called, “What the hell am I doing?”. It’s a fine line to walk i suppose, keeping the good ones and weeding out the not so good ones.

But like all of life’s dual personae, there are certain friends in your life that you don’t really need but who are always your friends and you just have to accept it. You see them even though you don’t really want to see them. You don’t call them, they call you. You don’t call back, they call again. You’re late, they wait. You don’t show up, they’re not upset. You try and stab them, they understand. You poison them, they have an antidote ready. You ask them for 10 bucks they give you 20. They are the unwanted friends. If they are so good, why don’t we all try to be like them? I think the biggest difference between everything else and humans is this. Humans have unwanted friends. Everything else doesn’t.

Recently i tried to be an unwanted friend to someone. I was trying to force likeability i think. Like many of you may know, my brain is a scary being, which has its own personality. It’s a strong supporter of Ronald Regan, on and off screen. It’s crazily frightful and very intelligent. It pulls all the strings to my existence and keeps me on a leash. A tight leash, that often chokes me and puts me on my knees. I think my brain detected i was becoming a unwanted friend and made me write this article to jolt me back to reality.

Well, I’m back here again and not going anywhere for a while.

Cheers.
ps: More on my brain here.

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Cheers.
ps: For those who are counting, the dark existed well before the formation of light.

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It has come to my attention that most people have no good stories. If you ask people to tell their best stories, you get blank stares and then something along the lines of “Well, once I lost my wallet.” or “Kumar is funny at 3 Monkeys, you should go.”

This has long puzzled me because I’m full of stories. How could I have so many, and other people have so few?

A friend recently made the same observation recently. Like me, she has plenty of stories that would make your jaw drop. And she noticed that other people seem to have none. One theory for this apparent discrepancy is that everyone’s life includes plenty of fascinating events but few people organize them in their memories as stories.

I have the same facility for jokes, which are essentially little stories. If I hear a joke once, I own it forever. Usually I’ll remember some seed of the joke – a key word or concept, and I can reproduce the rest of it by understanding how jokes are constructed. Apparently I have a story-oriented brain. That’s why my Chuck Norris joke variants are such a hit with people (I think it’s a hit, they usually laugh).

Now I suppose I owe you a story. Fair enough. I’ll pull one from the bag.

Several years ago, I thought of a patentable idea. It might be my best idea ever. The idea combines electronic calendars, such as Outlook, with advertising. So if, for example, you scheduled on your calendar “organise a dinner party” that information would be sent anonymously to a service where food outlets that do delivery could offer themselves. The vendors – food outlets in this example – wouldn’t know who you are. All they would know is that someone in your postal plans to have a party on a particular date.

Outlets would respond through the system with rates and other information about their service. Most important, they would only respond if they were available to do the work on that day. None of their advertisements would appear on your computer until you clicked to view them. It’s the ultimate form of advertisement: It applies to you specifically, and you don’t need to see it unless you want to.

The system would check your calendar for all sorts of key words, from “holiday” to “painting” to “graduation,” and match them with vendors that might be of interest. And of course you would have to check a box to “publish” your calendar entry. Nothing personal would be sent to the system.

My idea would have been a “process patent,” involving the system that keeps users anonymous and negotiates which vendors get through the filter. I imagined that vendors would pay to be part of the service. Anyway, I hired a patent lawyer, searched to make sure no one already had the patent, and submitted my idea. I looked forward to selling the patent to Microsoft for a billion dollars.

A few days later, I was at a seminar. I made small talk with some guy in attendance because of the awful boredom that seminars really are. Eventually he introduced himself. He also shared his grand schemes when all I said was, “How you doing.” A few sentences into his description, I interrupted him. “Hold on,” I said. “I have to stop you there because the service you’re describing – and you won’t believe this – I just submitted for a patent.”

“What?” he asked.

Somehow, in the most ridiculous coincidence of my entire life, we were both working on the same idea at the same time, and ended up talking about it at a seminar at the International Plaza. When I described my patent application, he confirmed that it was essentially the same idea as his. Sadly for me, his patent application was in the mail a month or so before mine. Talk about your “oh shit” moments.

A few years later, I got my response from the patent office. They found an existing patent, about five years old, that they thought covered my idea. In my view, the existing patent had no resemblance to my idea, and didn’t explain the service that my patent was designed to accommodate. But the existing patent was so broad it could be construed that way. So I didn’t get my patent, and, I assume, neither did the guy I met at the seminar. But knowing him, he probably submitted a new one and got that one.

Cheers.
ps: Life is 10% effort and 90% lucky timing.