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Then, it crashed. ----- Original message ----- From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Date: Fri, 20 Jan 2012 05:11:34 +0000 Subject: Re: [silk] How To Be More Interesting Interesting, indeed, especially the parts on meaningful and pointlessness. I wouldn't be so hard on Dan Brown, though- Eco himself said "Stat rosa pristina nomine, nomina nuda tenemus", remember? I remember Eco made numerous references to Occam's Razor, and I'd personally like to keep that in mind and give Dan Brown more credit. Continuing on the general theme, the last word should be with Rammstein: "Tiefe Brunnen muss man graben wenn man klares Wasser will Rosenrot oh Rosenrot Tiefe Wasser sind nicht still". -Lahar Sent on my BlackBerry® from Vodafone -----Original Message----- From: Sruthi Krishnan <[email protected]> Sender: [email protected] Date: Fri, 20 Jan 2012 08:45:56 To: <[email protected]> Reply-To: [email protected] Subject: Re: [silk] How To Be More Interesting This list reminded me of something: Psued. It should be added to the dictionary. It probably has been, but not with this level of insight. Psued : An adjective for a person who is a believer in things which are not meant for 'believing in'. For example, who believes in being surrounded by bamboo and wrought iron furniture.Who has a sense of 'coolness' and 'being there' by saying that right word at the right time. Who revels in quoting Dave Barry as easily as quoting Kant. Who loves to wear sandals and a worn out shirt yet uses sunscreen.Who loves to eat roadside bhelpuri, yet is very calorie conscious. A bundle of contradictions, and is immersed in unravelling that anti thesis.One who like to write paragraphs like these, seemingly meaningful yet utterly pointless. Of all the words written above, I like the last line the most. Seemingly meaningful yet beautifully pointless. I think Oscar Wilde was 'a psued'. He believed in not believing and made an art of that act. Yes, I think it was an act because that belief in non belief is also an act of ardent belief. Hence one isn't as rudderless as one likes to be While we are at it, words are the perfect cloak and dagger for a psued. They provide the cover and the ammunition (in case the cloak and dagger reference was too obtuse) to do what one wants to do, be psuedish without showing it. That's the key to being a psued. No one knows. If people know, it becomes laughable, and psuedishness is no laughing matter. In fact, it is something to be taken very seriously. It is difficult to be a psued. Constant activity and action becomes very essential. There are unwritten rules, hence harder to read and more difficult to pass on. One just has to know in these cases. It is like realizing the one, the 'tat tvam asi' state. One knows all, one cannot comprehend in pieces because knowing the whole cannot be achieved by understanding piecemeal. Why do I seek to be a psued? No particular reason.(Nonchalance is an inherent trait of a psued.)A psued is untouched and not bothered by big things. She brushes it off as seemingly big. She would make a big fuss of the neighbourhood defunct sanskrit society and decide that it is the worst calamity that befell our cultural heritage. A psued is immensely likeable because one will never get bored around a psued. There will always be a psuedish fancy which would occupy her fifteen minutes. Flitting and flightful.Flick flick.Fly. A psued wouldn't swear with any usual lingo known to demotic denizens. There would be a touch of subtle esoterism.Again, seemingly meaningful yet beautifully pointless. Just by replacing the but with a yet, there's so much more to say. Who wants to know some obscure fact like what were the first words Jeeves ever told Wooster? See, this is what a psued knows (and lets the world see some sparks of such knowledge at periodic intervals to keep them guessing yet in a state of comfort, always knowing that the psued will deliver.) People come up with all sorts of epithets for psueds. They call them thinkers,dreamers,the 'cool ones', ' the not yet been there but done it ones'. All said and done, the psued has a lot of fun. That is the whole point of this psuedishness. But the one cannot forget those moments of darkness when the psued is mistaken for a charlatan or worse ( shudder shudder) a wannabe. That is the delicate line which differentiates a Dan Brown from an Umberto Eco.
