Beauty

What is the most important thing in life?
Beauty.
And once again; a glamor to life, a completeness, a symmetry, a perfection; like Carnatic Music.

The Problem With Me

The fucking problem with me is that I think I am a really great person. I think I am the saviour; that I am here to make a difference in the lives of all those around me. I am here to live the lives of a hundred men, when all I do is stare at screen coated with phosphoric material which illuminate when an electron hits it.

I think, I am here to save a whole bunch of pathetic losers from themselves, from their low self-esteem; from their total lack of a broader view of things; I want to save them from throwing shit on to their neighbours houses; not knowing that shit bounces back. With a sight so short they can not see if they are running into a wall or onto a highway, a perception so feeble that they can not judge if they are hitting the accelerator or the brake.

A whole civilization that has started rotting, that has metamorphosed in to a pig while the water pool around it turned from a flowing mountian creek to a stagnant puddle of city sewer. In semblences of progress, it takes solace; ever insecure; comparing it self with civilizations it's borrowing so much crap from these days.

May be its just me.
Well may be I am fucking good.
May be I know too much about great civilizations.
May be I am just a person who can not let the past go, but at the same time knows what it takes to be there in the future.
May be I am too sharp, but at the same time too weak.
May be I am too strong, but at the same time too artless.

Any way, why should I care?
Why can not I just sit back, indulge in some materialistic pleasures?
Or am I just past that spiritual point where I am too smart to convince myself that materialistic pleasures are everything?

I am the sum integral of aeons of this civilization. Of sages that sat on mountain tops, of housewives who never asked questions, of hosts who let themselves starve for their guests sake, of farmers who passionately loved the land, of loyal warriors, of loyal servants, of devotees of Durga, of Rama, of the Ganga Dippers, of the wandering monks, of the poets, of the kings who encouraged them, of mountains that talked, of eternal bachelors, of grihasthas, of the drama artists, of the folk singers, .... of idealists, of beautiful lives in a pure country.

Why I did not apply for the Job

Here are the qualifications required for a job I was looking at on a 'good' company's website. My status on each of the requirement is in red.

Qualifications

• B.S. in Electrical Engineering or Computer Science, or equivalent required. MS preferred
• MS in EE from great school with great GPA. Cool
  
• Three or more years of C programming and DSP assembly language programming experience with profiling and optimization experience
• Got all the experience in C that you need. Cool
  
• Texas Instruments C5x or C6x programming experience and familiarity with TI DSP/BIOS, and the XDAIS programming standard preferred
• Got this Experience too...
  
• Understanding of DSP peripherals and device interfaces
• Sure thing ...
  
• Experience with ITU-T communication system standards preferred
• Familiarity with ITU-T communication system standards MPEG Video or G.72x or MPEG Audio compression standards a plus
• Familiarity with UDP/IP, RTP and RTSP multimedia streaming protocols preferred
• Decent amount of familiarity with all the above.
  
• Excellent oral and written communication skills
• No problemo
  
• Powerful problem solving and debugging skills
• Got it all pal.
  
• Superior motivation, positive attitude

Superior motivation? Well the others I can learn or fake, but superior motivation?
Lets face it, this job sucks; people are there only for the money; you can not buy motivation with money, not that of superior quality, not for a long stretch of time, which in my case was over long ago. Sorry Matey!