Why Poetry Sucks

Poetry sucks; well 99% of it, anyway. I hate poetry; even the 1% that doesn't suck as much as the rest. I can recall only two poems that I've actually ever really liked(and they were not in any way based on sadness). Usually it's too vague, too depressing, and most of it doesn't have a clear message.

All the poems that you'll find strewn all over the internet are something else: usually it's a combination of some glittery anime picture or a sunset picture with a couple standing there, or just any revoltingly romantic picture and a few non-rhyming lines with words that you'll never use while writing or talking squeezed in there just for the sake of it. Of course, it has to be about either death or love. And the basic principle is - the less you understand it; the better it is. Kind of like modern art all over again, huh? It's depressing to see so many people waste so much time on being depressing!

I don't deny that it's hard to write: all the haikus and acrostics and all. But why write it, right?! Why does anyone need to write a poem with "17 syllables divided into three phrases of 5, 7 and 5 syllables" which is what I think a haiku is?! So what if it's difficult; writing with your feet is difficult - doesn't mean it has a point!

My views on poetry are basically summed up by Jess Mariano in Gilmore Girls: "I can’t get into poetry. It’s kind of like, geez, just say it already, we’re dying here."

"God does not play dice with the universe"

"He plays an ineffable game of his own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players, to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time!"

-Terry Pratchett

I know that the whole God and his not-existing is really quite a boring topic. But that's been bugging me a lot for the past week; it kept popping up in so many places! Yup, I know, it's one of those over-argued-over topics; which ultimately ends up in each side firmly believing in their own initial views: pointless. Still, worth a try; plus I've got nothing better to do right now.

I used to say that you can't see God, hear or meet, ever- and that's why I don't believe in God. Then I read this : Seeing, contrary to popular wisdom, isn't believing. It's where belief stops, because it isn't needed any more. And that sort of makes a lot of sense. So, when I thought about it, that is just the reason that I can't prove God's existence; not the reason I don't "believe" in God. The reason is that it is highly unlikely that God could exist. Oh, and I'm not talking about the 'walks-on-water', 'has-an-elephant-head' versions of God. If those are what you believe in, this post isn't for you! I'm talking about that super power, force, whatever you wish to call it - it's very unlikely that there's that power that controls everything; and more importantly, answers when prayed to in a specific way(without that it's just nature, so why call it God?). Science seems like a much safer bet. But I forgot, "science can't prove so many things", right? It's not that it can't - it's just that it hasn't, yet. Funny how people seem to forget so many things that science has, in fact, already proven. God is just a common man's explanation for all the things that don't have any (explanation); and his role will go on reducing as science finds more, and soon all explanations.

Maybe it's just me, but it seems much more plausible that we humans evolved from amoebas and apes than just directly popping into existence as the complex beings that we are!

"One word, made up: Douchepocalypse."

Lately, what with having fractured my hand (isn't it cool how I can type, but I can't write or do any other important work?), I have had pretty much nothing to do. Naturally, I sit at home, glued to the computer, all day.

Now, if you are as crazy about How I Met Your Mother as I am, you have probably recognized the title as a dialogue from the episode Robots vs. Wrestlers. Yep, that's what Barney Stinson says about a party full of 'stuffy, pretentious snoots'. There are two things that totally crack me up in that episode: first, the part where Marshall says that William Defoe sounds like a frog talking to a parrot(it totally does!); and second, how totally excited Ted is about meeting the editor of the New York Times crossword. That's what I was watching today, when I realized that I've never ever tried solving a crossword puzzle!

A few months back, one of my best friends wrote a totally inspiring blog post on how she loves solving rubik's cubes. I've never tried solving one; and I don't think I'll be able to, either. I was obsessed, though, with playing all sorts of word games a few years back. My sister and I used to literally spend hours solving word jumbles together. I remember one time we were playing Word Challenge on Facebook; and by the time we were ready to stop, my hands had turned into claws and her eyes were hurting! So, quite confident about it; I decided to try solving a crossword today, you know, just to see if I could.

I wasn't quite pleased with myself, though, when after a few minutes, the only two things I had managed to "solve" were: ''Four letters, Red Planet'' and ''___, humbug''! Even after some time, it just got worse: I only got two more words, one of which was a name. As you can imagine, it didn't take long for me to realize that I suck at solving crosswords. A lot. Maybe it'll take lot more time and practice for me to get to the point where I can solve an entire crossword, or understand what Ted says about the whole lyric baritone thing.

At least I know I still have a long way to go before I reach that level of ultimate douchiness. That's definitely a relief!

Graffiti

I have always been obsessed with all the awesome graffiti people draw on that Graffiti application on Facebook. Mine never really managed to look that cool - today, I finally got the hang of it (yay!) So here's one of my favourite pet kittens!

Finishing Books... Not!

Life is much too short to read boring books.

And YET for some reason I just can't remember; I went ahead and finished reading Jane Eyre, anyway - about a year after I quit reading it, for the second time. My tolerance for boringness is usually pretty high. It's not like I have got anything against classics(I'm not a big fan either, though) but this particular book was as dull as a book can get. Each and every poetic conversation with Mr. Rochester had me snoring by the end of it. As I re-read Jane's whiny(yes, I find her extremely whiny- she manages to find something wrong in every thing) monologues I kept kicking myself for deciding to re-read the book for the second time! At least, I finished it once and for all! And now, like 340 fellow Facebook users, even I have an allergic reaction every time I'm near the book "Jane Eyre".

Another crazy book I decided to finish reading in these past two months was Metamorphosis, by Kafka. I don't even know why I decided to read it in the first place; because I already knew most of the story, anyway! This one wasn't boring, just weird! Was it really just a book about a man who turned into an insect? - If so, I loved it! It was the hidden meanings and the reading between the lines and the symbolism that bored/confused me; probably because I didn't understand any of it. If I think about it, though, I wouldn't mind writing a really crazy book and see everyone attach complex meanings to it. Plus, it's worth reading just about 55 dull pages, if it means I get to say things like, "I was reading Kafka, and...!"

I also finished reading Five Point Someone, by Chetan Bhagat, after leaving it halfway through ages ago! I didn't really hate it or like it - it was like I had expected it would be - though compared to the torture I inflicted on myself by reading Bronte, this was actually a fun experience!

If the last two months have taught me anything, though, it is that I most certainly do not want to finish reading the Monk Who Sold His Ferrari by Robin S Sharma!

Tabula Rasa?

It's been a long time, more than a month actually, since I posted anything. There're two reasons for that; first, I've been very busy in a very long time, and second, I couldn't think of anything to write. You can call it writer's block - though it didn't stop me from doodling about it!

I remember the reason I had started this blog, about four months ago. I remember why I had decided to call it Tabula Rasa! A lot has changed with me since I started writing this blog- not that I have actually turned from a reserved, likes-to-keep-to-herself kind of a girl into a social butterfly!! But I have turned into a much better version of me, and that's good right?

I haven't kept updating my blog - it hasn't been much active over the past couple of weeks - but I'll try to change that! I just thought it was worth writing that the reason that I started this blog, kind of worked!!