Life

A teacher in high school once said to me...."everything a human does in his/her life, is to impress or win over the opposite sex. "

When I think about it, I can't help but think its true. At least for the average human being, like you and me, discounting the nuns and priests and sanyasis and other religious people who devote their lives to God.

You dress to impress the opposite sex, do silly things to make them laugh, when you finally win them over you need to work to keep your family going and so on. Life sure is one big mating game.

What would you give your life for ?

My last post got me thinking......what kind of things would I consider giving my life for ?

One thing I would probably NOT give my life for, and most people probably would, is the country. Any country for that matter. Not that I don't like my country. I am fiercely proud of my heritage. But dying for the country never made sense to me. I am not willing to either take a life or give my life over a piece of land.

I guess my freedom does not matter as much as a human life.

What is the meaning of life ?

I asked this question once in a religious forum, and the atheists were quick to pounce on me. "Life is a process", they said. Asking about the meaning of life is like asking, "what is the color of thought ? ". "Meaning" is not an adjective that would apply for "Life", just as "tall" doesn't apply to lets say, "Reason". Us religionists are pretty easy targets for atheists.... I then think, naturally to an atheist, life is but a process. A beginning and an end. Meaningless and meant just to be lived out. Pretty depressing.

But then I realise that I have no satisfactory answers myself. I could wave my hands and say, it is all part of God's plan. Except we don't really know what that plan is, so ultimately we just end up living our lives out, just like the atheists said.

So why in the world are we alive ? I would give my life to find out. Sometimes you wonder if God is looking down on us and laughing out loud. How comical we must seem to Him. So ignorant, and so full of false pride.

The Aftermath

The ECE midterm was a disaster.

The art of screwing yourself - Part 2

So it's 6pm Tuesday evening. I'm in room 3200 at Bahen. It's a large spacious hall, the ceiling is miles above and the walls are made of glass on three sides. But all this is irrelevant right now, since I have a midterm tomorrow which I am yet to start studying for. The other nerds in this room seem to be studying frantically for something. I, on the other hand do not know where to begin. How did I get myself into this mess, I wonder. It's one of those days when you have shit loads to do, but are frozen by the enormity of it all and end up writing blogs instead.

HELP!!!

The art of screwing yourself, by Philips Benjamin

Ever try to be nice to someone else and end up shooting yourself in the foot ? Something of the sort happened to me this weekend. So i'm driving to school, minding my own business and following all the rules of the land (for a change). I'm about to turn into Erindale from Mississauga road, and stop behind this truck while I wait for him to turn. Inexplicably, the man starts reversing and ignoring all sounds emanating from me and my car horn, reverses straight into me causing some severe damage to the hood. The man doesn't realise he hit me so I have to do some chasing to catch up with him. Eventually I catch up with him. He admits to have reversed and seems genuinely sorry. I ask for his papers and apparently he didn't have any on him and he had to call someone to give me the necessary details. Alarm bells should have gone off right then and I should have called the cops. But i've been in situations like this before and felt that if he doesn't want to go through insurance he should be given a chance. He did seem kinda sorry and apologetic.

The next day however, the mechanic's quote came out to around $1400. The man goes nuts when he hears the figure and refuses to pay. On top of it, he point blank tells me on the phone that he's going to tell the insurance people that I hit him from behind. My insurance guys tell me that if he does make that claim, it could go 50-50 for lack of evidence and witnesses. What that means for me is a hike in insurance premiums for no fault of mine.

What doesn't make sense is, the guy didn't even have insurance for driving the truck. He had apparently given me a fake policy no. - 45678 (yes, in sequence)- and I was dumb enough not to catch that the first time. By not calling the cops on him, I saved him a lot of trouble, instead I get stuck in this mess!

Moral of the story ? Always call the cops. Get a written statement if you can.

Be smart, rather than nice. But be nice.