It feels good to be nice...

I thoroughly enjoyed Brazil’s emphatic win over Ghana. I cheered [almost loudly at midnight] at Rolando’s hoodwinking the Ghana goalkeeper Kingson to score Brazil its first goal. The explosive speed, the exquisite touch are worth marveling, but later when I lay on my sofa in darkness I couldn’t help wondering how true Darwin’s theory of Survival of Fittest is! Totally ingenious! Sure, whatever is inferior in the struggle for existence is doomed to become extinct. Whenever I sit for a semester exam, as soon as I look into the question paper, my competitors face flashes in my mind. It is this flash that instills in me the fist clenched resolve, that drive. I must admit the contest for survival is extremely severe and mutually confrontational in this case. ha ha![i'd love to see the physiognomy of sandhya when she reads this!]
Competition….!!!!

Humans and animals are genetically driven to compete for survival, thus making all social interaction “inherently” selfish, strictly in accordance to the theory of natural selection.
So, are altruism and morality artificial outgrowths of modern culture?
This leaves me inferring that even seemingly unselfish acts of altruism merely represent a species' strategy to survive and promote their interests. This presents an amusing paradigm for understanding sociality. Predominantly, theories in ethology concerning cooperative and altruistic behavior claim that social animals, including human and nonhuman primates, are cooperative and altruistic only if they have something to gain from their actions. It’s a part of our brain Chemistry. So far so good..."I’m loving it!"

But survival of the fittest is just a “part” of the story… How does one explain firefighters running into a burning building to save strangers at the possible expense of their own lives? There's no biological imperative for that. Instead of being genetically predisposed to competition and aggression, we have a biological foundation for unselfish social interaction. Now the more I think of this, the more boring it becomes. Perhaps, evolution is more about collaboration or symbiosis between organisms and species than it ever was about competition. Multicellularity, the eye, the brain, language, photosynthesis, the Archaeoptrix… I better stop listing…A study says humans derive pleasure from positive social interaction. And far from being inherently violent, humans demonstrate a natural abhorrence of violence and conflict. We have to train soldiers to kill. It's not instinctive. We are horrified by terrorism, that explains it all. Duh!

Probably “ It feels good to be nice”….shrugs a boooooored me!

how do they do that...

Some people jump out of bed,Happily starting their day
At first light of dawn.How do they do that?

Some people can step into a room full of strangers,
and step out of it with a new friend,How do they do that?

Some people after a disappointment,are able to detach,
Let it go and move on.How do they do that?

I have a friend whose cell phone rang, once too often.
She threw it in the sea,Paid her last bill,
And never renewed.How did she do that?

Some people can hear disagreements or stupid retorts
and stay calm and happy,instead of getting angry.
How do they do that?

I know someone-Who said,"I didn't do any work yesterday."I should do some tomorrow."He didn't measure up to his own expectations,but he still felt good
about himself.How did he do that?

Some people have jobs that they just cannot stand.Every day they go back and put out good work.How do they do that?

Some people have careers that are not obsessions.They work and they stop.I work till I drop.
How do they do that?

Early Risers
Socializers
Sensible Detachers
The "Don't look back"-ers

The Centered
The Self Assured
The Steadfast
And the Satisfied

How do they do that?

Mysteries all
To me.

it is there, it is just there...

It is there, it is just there,
Something I should know.
Something I ought to’ve known.
That strange temper, that queer feeling of new,
earlier unknown senses and emotions
Mutter in my mind all day.
Oh, something there is,
Its just out there.
Fathomed only in shards,
It speaks of a deep mystery,
Longing to be solved.
Like a blind woman learning to see,
In front of me are thoughts at random
That sure would mean something profound
When decoded.
I may find it today or tomorrow or
Even while writing this poem down.
It is all there, just there,
The symptoms, the hints, the premonitions
But how do I know what is right and what is not.
Across the yawning gulf of mystery,
I feel a new bridge under construction.
A ray of hope.
When will it be finished?
When do I cross it?
Then I will apparently see things
Free from impediments,
Evident to the mind, unmistakably;
Which were mere speculations before.

ahem,ahem..I'm a poet.

On my blog web page
At first I said,
I don't know what a poet really is,
but I don't think I'm a poet..

Eight months later I said,
I'm coming to reluctant acceptance
that I may, indeed be a poet.

Today,

As I sit in mah den...
Watching random little ideas
About damned near anything
Form themselves into tight little
collections of words,

I have to admit:
No question about it.
I'm a poet.