Friday, August 03, 2007

The Reason You Dont Get Any

Scott Adams points to a study which reveals that the amount of sex you have is in inverse proportion to your IQ. In simpler words, geeks with hundred digit IQs dont get any action. As if we didnt know that already! One possible reason for this, according to the scientists, is that testosterone may be responsible for suppressing IQs. But then, how does one explain the gazillion gigabytes of porn you'd stumble upon if only you walked into any engineering/b-school hostel? I have a different explanation for this finding: Nature has intended sex to be a means of recreation. People have sex because its fun. In the bargain, nature gets to propagate the species. Neat Bargain. Now imagine a situation where you, as a male, have to put in efforts to get laid. The trade-off for you is between putting in this effort (which will ofcourse vary from person to person depending upon looks and other skills) to get recreation versus finding other modes of recreation. People with higher IQs (geeks, in uber-technicalese) seem to opt for the latter option more often than the former. It could be either because the effort involved in trying to get sex is much more for them or because the effort involved in trying to find recreation through other means is much less. I think the latter is the case. Geeks genuinely seem to enjoy playing strategy video games, mugging up trivia, collecting stamps, coins and ossified excreta from other ages and so on. That for them is an easier and arguably more refined form of recreation rather than the basal fornicatory pleasures.
Whatever the case maybe, the fact of life is that if you have the hottest chic in town clinging on to you, no one bothers about your IQ.

Thursday, August 02, 2007

Before The Lights Go Out

This is a non-post. I dont know what I am going to write. Much in the same manner as I dont know what is going to happen tomorrow. Or what I am going to do with my life. I feel a restlessness brewing inside me. I am searching for something. I am trying to achieve something. I am now officially part of the mad race. Congratulations to me.
I am still getting used to Life. Everytime I start thinking of it, I wanna scream my lungs out saying WTF! Life has to be the single craziest thing around us. And consciousness more so (did i just contradict myself? Shit happens. Just like Life).
I am a sieve. With randomly sized holes. Wading through something I want to describe as Ether. Vivid and granular. I retain some randomly sized parts of that ether depending upon where it tries to pass through me. And I cherish those parts. I call them memories.
This is all I keep doing. This is all I will continue to do. Somedays I will be motivated to wade faster through the Ether and somedays I will go slow. Somedays I will want to just give it all up and meander sideways. But I will keep moving. Till one day, I can move no more. And then I will be no more either. And then the lights will go out. I will vanish. Without a trace. So why am I wading?