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Geekymmunity

I was born half-geek, my education waiting to fill in the gaps. And, it did. I tried hard to not sum up to a nerd in green sweater and checked pants, but it seems to me that my education and life prior to that, basically my genetic structure, is proving futile. The more I work, the greater I realize how much under-worked I am, and less-geeky I look and feel, while doing away at menial tasks in this office.

Geekymmunity is something I was born with; unfortunately, the bruises are now very little, to let immunity sign off my geekiness. So, it's sucking right now, but sucking the honey out of money is also another new task I've invented. So, while I'm paid to perform my daily work (which at this point in time is miniscule), I'm trying to practise Math, do my research on Music and write the odd poem.


However, geekiness fails to subside. And, yesterday I realized why. I had heard of this guy named Justin Bieber earlier, but didn't know why! And it was yesterday night, I niggled over the "deliberate" (as she says) ignorance of my mother at casting me over YouTube. She laughed it off, and I feel like an idiot right now, to hear that kid sing Baby. He is average.


Thankfully, there was no YouTube when I was thirteen, else I'd have been crawling upto some girl in a bowling alley singing Baby, come hit my balls. I was far more prone to disaster as a thirteen year old. But, the point is not Justin Bieber really, it's how much reluctant I am to use the media and Internet, as a manipulative measure to feel more geeky. With so much information around, people these days are going out of their way to be more "Geeky". You have to apply, get rejected and then apply again, to realize you had applied to the wrong places. However, that doesn't make you any less Geeky. It makes you feel stupid initially, when all that the information channel is doing, is reduce general geek-threshold.


Every Tom, Dick and Hairy wants to call himself Tomlinson, Dickens and Harry in India. A child goes to college wearing a Fossil and flaunting a shit expensive mobile phone - Googles up information, shows around and he's a geek. That, to my belief and in my opinion, is a less geeky representation of geekiness itself. Geekiness is when you're left with so little resources to prove your geek-value, that you actually substitute all that hackneyed with innovative geek-buzz. Say for example - you don't have a music player with you in a train. So, what does an ordinary guy do? Listen to music on his mobile phone. Maybe, borrow from someone. Now, what would I have done instead? I'd have very carefully observed the sound of tracks, as the train crosses over bridges, galloping down the farms, burying under the riverside euphony, to finally falling back at the city station.


Anyway, I have to set on track my life, next. Hope, Algebra and Equations agree to my ploy. And, I just realized it's my first post for the year. Not a bad way to begin either.

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