Naming Things

I like naming things. If I have a car, I would have named him (yes, I also put gender on things). I like naming so much, I have 10 different names.

So, when I lost my phone recently, I was devastated; I did not lose my phone, but my 'Frozen Ice'. And no matter how good my new phone 'Drifting Snow' is, it will never be 'Frozen Ice'. 'Frozen Ice' was like Jack Frost (from Rise of the Guardians), and Drifting Snow is like Elsa (from Frozen).

My office laptop, Kon, died some months back but it came back alive in a new version, stronger and faster than before. So I have that going. My home laptop, Tim, is facing an identity crisis and have not been keeping well. At least it is not a contagion, so I should be grateful.

So, anyone name their electronic products?

Screaming like a little girl - A poem

Screaming like a little girl - A poem

Delicate little toe
Bang on a go;
Deathly scream fills the sky.

(I shall now proceed to put 'poet' as one of my many deserving titles in all my online profiles)

The Johney Window

I cannot say I am an expert at judging or knowing people.
I do not even know myself properly (see previous post), so I can't be expected to know other people well.  So I have developed (inspired from many sources) The Johney Window (insert the little copyright R symbol)
Like a Johari Window (did I not tell you it was inspired) is used for personal awareness and measure what we and other know about ourselves (through our own and others' perception) The Johney Window (insert the little copyright R symbol) is used to gain awareness of other people. 

The four Johney's windows of awareness are:



Interpretation of Windows:

The bigger "Secrets and Lies" window is, Person X is mysterious to many people, and automatically, more popular.

The bigger "Secret Rumours" is, chances are, you need to run the rumour mill more than your treadmill!, because you know nothing Jon Snow

The bigger "Your Best friend's and your Arch Enemy's dirty little secrets" is, either you are too close to Person X or you are obsessed with Person X. Chill man!

The bigger "Open Secrets" is, chances are, Person X is a boring person or a slut.

I wonder how the windows are for you... yes you.

Valentine's Day: when the veil between hearts is thinnest

Valentine's day is here. Halloween is when the veil between the spirit world and the living world is thinnest, likewise Valentine's day is when the veil between hearts is thinnest.

And this was what my mind told my heart:

"
If you keep even one toe out of line, heart, I shall murder you, so either be strong, or face my wrath of death: I shall thrust you to the unknown depth of darkness and pierce you with the pointed edge of malice and drown you there forever.

Have I not told you that it is not for us? Have I not advised you strongly never to go near it, or to even think about it? But I see that you have disregarded my warnings and you sought an escape, but I shall never let you, for I have seen the future, and it is dark, bleak and full of sadness. I would rather have you die then see it happen.

So give yourself up to me willingly. In place of the darkness you are in, I shall set up a fortress of solitude, and it shall be both beautiful and terrible. Surrender unto me, and you shall not suffer.

"
So, what was the conversation between your heart and mind on this day was like?

A farcical spectacle called love

Now that Valentine's day is near, I finally have an excuse to write about the romantic form of love. 

I have thought about it a lot and I have come to a conclusion: it is not meant for me; it is simply not possible for me and I cannot do it. The idea itself is so revolting, the concept so ridiculous that I absolutely won't entertain a single minute engaging in it.

I don't know why my mind revolts so insolently against it.

 Why do I hate the romantic kind of love so much? Is it because hate is another way to express love, and all of my capacity for love is transformed into hating it? 

Why would anyone care about these frivolous things like love? There are people who have far more serious problem - like not knowing where their next meal will come from, or whether their next step is going to be a pit or a bough, or which book to pick up next. 

I, for one, would not waste a single breath for it, but would watch other people's love lives cynically: "Yeh tamasha muskuraakar hum bhi dekhenge" (rough translatation: I shall witness this farcical spectacle with a faint smile on my face).

^First Step of becoming a Supervillain. 

Who is Naorem Johney Adamson?

Many people have asked me that. I have never been able to give them a satisfying reply.

-The profile description on this blog says: "I am my mother and father's son". But is that all I am? 

-Often, I try to pass myself as a fictional character: a follower of the Light, wielder of the Flame, reader of the Great Pattern, defender of the weak, protector of the poor, etc. etc.

-Sometimes, I tell them, "I am a different you from a different perspective, we are all same".

-Other times I mellow and say I am whatever everyone else is not.

-One might say, I am not the flesh but the spirit/soul, but I have never met this spirit or soul so I don't buy it either. (Hello soul, I am you. Nice meeting me, mate.Care for a game of tortoise?)

None of which I really believe in, so I don't expect others to buy it either.

But I like to pretend I am a fictional character in a fictional novel. Rawr!

Winds of Change: Do people remain the same over the years?

Most people do not change. Even over long periods of time. Many people I met decades ago still remained the same person with the same liking, the same laughter, and the same fears; whereas a few went total transformation and it was like I never knew them in the first place. Of these two kinds of people, I like the former, because I can connect with them with known familiarity we share, where as with the latter it is a struggle to understand this new person they have become, and I always ask this question to myself: what percentage of the person I knew is part of the new person they have become?

So, what portion of a person makes that person that person?