Is a religious smoker a result of Myelination of neural pathways?

   

                                     Is a religious smoker a result of Myelination of neural pathways ?

2016 film:My entire high school is sinking into the sea.

               

The brain cells contain millions of neurons. A neuron consists of Dendrites, Cell body, Axon covered by layers of Myelin Sheath and Nerve ending.

Function of a neuron- To transmit neural impulses.

Myelination of neural pathways- Axon is covered by layer of Myelin Sheath.

The cross-sectional diameter of an axon is important determinat of impulse propagation, “the larger the diameter, the greater the velocity of propagation”.

My Understanding-:

When we practice a concept, activities in the brain also tunes in. As we practice, that particular impulse flow in brain cell goes on in a repeat mode thus resulting in the enlargement of Myelin Sheath’s diameter. As per the physics of brain biology- larger the diameter of the Myelin Sheath the speed of impulse transfer is mightier. The high velocity of the impulses in neurons has to be credited to our rigorous jamming sessions eventually finishing of with a brilliant performance.

                                                     To the drama:

One of our characters has been enlightened with this thought. He strikes out a conversation as he is going out in a car with his friends.

‘Enlightened friend’- E.friend.

E.friend- Hii guys does anyone know what happens in our brain when we practice something? Do you know how are we able to put up with a great show after a drill?

Friend 2- Don’t know brother. Why don’t you explain it for yourself?

Friend 3(Driver)-  “Mr. Know all show”.

E.friend- Shut upp! It is actually interesting. Listen up guys.

Friends- Yes sir! Yes sir!!

E.friend- I presume you all know that brain cells consists of neurons. For those who are unaware, Brain cell consists of neurons. There are millions of them, their function is to transport electrical impulses or information. A typical neuron cell consist of A cell body, Dendrites, Axon which is wrapped by a layer of Myelin sheath and the nerve ending.

Friend 3- Fuck!! I’m already sleeping.

E.friend- Bro! c’mon, the dope part is about to come.

Friend 2- Sure! Sure!!

E.friend- Thank you. So where were we? Yah the nerve endings. So this is the thing, the Axon is wrapped by few layers of Myelin Sheath. This Myelin Sheath also ensures the transportation of the impulses. As the Myelin Sheath bulks up in its diameter, the velocity of the flow of impulses also increases. As we practice more, the diameter of Myelin Sheath bulks up. That is how one ends up stealing his show. 

Friend 4(shot gun)- hi this is cool actually.

E.friend- Didn’t I tell you, hmm Thanks to me.

After some time.

Friend 4- Hi, E.friend. I had a thought now.

E.friend- What thought? Is it related to that Myelination?

Friend 4- Yes. As we practice an activity our body sends impulses relating to that activity. As we repeat the activity, the same practice of that impulse transportation is happening in our head repeatedly.

E.friend- Yes.

Friend 4- So, more that activity more the bulking of Myelin Sheath, resulting in information transfer at greater velocities.

E.friend- Precise.

Friend 4- I was thinking about those intricate activities, like thinking about good things, like talking to friends about good and progressive topics and anything apart from physical activity.

Do all these intricate activities bulk up our Myelin Sheath? Eventually all those good things we thought and discussed, will it have a chance to become our kind of force majeure?? What do you think?

E.friend- Woa! Mmm!!? Perhaps. But force majeure? What do you mean by force majeure?

Friend 4- Ok, lets take this for an instance-A person is so passionate about cinema he thinks about it all the time, discusses cinema with people when ever they hang out. Now tell me this, does all those small scale and non-physical parameters become a reflex action for the person.

Friend 4- Or take this, a bunch of friends like us. They talk all good n great things, they think about worldly issues and solutions, they talk art and poetry, they just think and talk. All those thinkie n talkie sessions they had, would it get registered? Does it result in the bulking of Myelin Sheath? 

Will those sessions register and result in becoming a reflex action when they are in crisis situation?

E.friend- Ha-ha. Brother, nice. Genuinely nice. I think I can see some existential rant too. 

I would like to recall a fact I read in an article- we received our genes from our forefathers. All the trauma, vital and life changing circumstances they experienced are recorded in a gene. 

So what I’m meaning to say is that all those trauma and situations our forefathers walked through were recorded in a gene and were passed on. All those trauma and situation they went through is proven to have an influence in our decisions. 

Hence we can conclude that our individual thoughts can have a potential to be our own force majeure. Yeah why not I guess.

Friend 4- Mmm. Now I’m also positive about it I guess.

E.friend- So where are we upto guys? What is the agenda for our lives from now?

Friend 3- I think we’ll just concentrate on the ride.

Friend 2- Is religious smoking because of Myelin sheath bulking up?

Some drama please.

                                                                        Some drama please.

Picture of an Auto. Guindy Race course road, Chennai.

The advent of the excessive Internet usage in my country. Reason-Two years before Jio hit the market, they knocked the society out of its stable minds.

Internet has been the destination for many activities. It is not only a serious business enhancement tool, it is also a serious tool for ordering vegetables, breakfasts, tampons and condoms without human intervention to a possible extent.

People calling up restaurant to order their dinner has been simplified to telling an app what you desire to eat for lunch and knock…knock the food is at your mouth. The app takes care of the order, it just brings your order like hell or high water .You don’t have to get worried that your desired food is not available with us stories from restaurant folks because these food ordering applications are suited up with a never say never attitude.

                                                                            the crux.

Inside of a share auto. Thirumangalam, Chennai.

At first i see Share auto drivers sitting inside their auto and arguing about the best Internet service provider and whose plan is the best to have.

After some time…

 A share auto driver(I’d like to call him Moorthy anna) comes to his stand after his chance. He checks out his phone and after some time he thinks of ordering food through Internet like his children did the other day. He also thinks about the reaction his friends will have when they see a delivery boy at the stand delivering the food he had ordered. He gets excited and decides to go ahead with the plan. There he has a trouble now, though he is getting good with his phone he has not ordered anything through his phone by himself. He calls up his wife and asks her to put his children on line. He asks his children about the application that brings food and asks how to order food through it, they give him the directions, he writes it down on a piece of paper (whatever language he is savvy with, probably Tamizh), his excited children also remind him that the language of phone is in Tamizh so he wont have more trouble in executing his plan. The children demanded for a treat before they hung up, he sighs-budges and sighs again. He drinks some water from his bottle and is all set to order some food online. He tries to accomplish this feat but couldn’t succeed. He calls his children again from his small phone and asks them to direct him as he is in the process. They surf together to order some food with little confusion here n there. This was also a test of patience for his children and a 21-centaury way of establishing some strong bond.

He is done with his food ordering, he had ordered two biriyani’s, which is slated to reach his stand in 27min.

He called his friend (Salaam) to tell him that there is a surprise and not to eat anywhere. Now, all he was thinking was the kind of reaction his auto stand mates will have when the meal arrives. He also accepts the fact that he had ordered a lunch which has an expensive aroma. Salaam arrives to the stand by now, he gets off his vehicle and goes for a piss, during the piss he calls Moorthy to ask him where he was and what was the surprise. Moorthy tells him that he is parked near the electric post, and orders him to come at once.

Delivery boy calls Moorthy to tell him that he has come near to the bus stand.

Moorthy attends the call and directs him to come to the share auto stand and ask for his name to any of the drivers present there, he gives his vehicle number.

The delivery boy goes to the auto stand as per Moorthy’s direction. The boy gets to the stand and asks for Moorthy to a driver present there, the driver Is puzzled and asked him what is it about. The boy sighed, told him that Moorthy had ordered some food and he had come to drop them off to him, boy asks for Moorthy again.

The driver gets off his vehicle and looks for Moorthy’s vehicle. There! he says, right under the electric post. The boy goes off to Moorthy.  Asks if he was Moorthy and gives away his order, collects the cash. The boy goes away.

Salaam who was with Moorthy in the cabin of his auto was freaked to see two hot Biriyani packets delivered to the stand. Few of his driver colleagues present there gathered to see the biriyani packets being delivered. Moorthy sitting there like, what’s up folks.










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                                                  Interview trip to kerala, 28Feb to 5 March.

men tearing wood in a shelter during Aatukal pongala, 2018.

28 Feb, I came to Trivandrum. The same day i had my interview. I left for my Interview from Bobby uncle's place.

Interview bombed, puff.The host roasted me. Made me believe that i am standing way too far behind in my race.I was like, screw that man, screw every thing.

1st March I left Bobby uncle's house and went to Jaya aunty's place to stay.

To get out of the bombed interview and its condolences drag, I thought to go out for pongala festival and look at the ladies who came to put pongala.

"Aatukaal pongala is the largest cultural and religious gathering by women folks from any culture in the world"

March 2, Aatukal pongala. I was at Jaya aunty's place. I woke up by 10 in the morning.Did some warm ups exercise, took a bath. Had my breakfast while Jaya aunty was conducting her advice giving session, i left the place after i got enough advice for the next year and half.

I started to walk along the street. Ladies, their families, their pots, grains and twigs all assembled to start off when they receive the holy flame that lit the pot of  goddess Aatukaal Devi in her temple by the holy priest. I couldn't have a good look at the ladies clad in their Kasavu mundu and blouse because Jaya aunty spoiled my bird watcher's instinct by telling Aatukal pangala was a festival for  ladies, all the young men who went on to take up all the glances along the road end up getting beaten or getting arrested by the police. So i had to control my bird watcher's nerve.

Desi with the local ladies who came to put pongala.

I was at a juice shop, some 20m away from the juice shop i saw this foreigner lady  sitting and chatting with the local ladies who came for pongala. I looked at their interaction, wondering what could be the discussion about. My look was so obvious, she turned to me. I smiled at her. She waved back.

I was having a soda lemon with cus-cus. She came walking towards my side, on seeing me having this drink she exclaimed hey! what you are drinking...! I gave her the juice and ordered another one.
She thanked me for the service.

The shopkeeper showcased chivalry. He said the juice which i offered to the woman was on him.
I was completely blown out, he did not take the money even after me forcing him to take.

Desi, waiting for her train to Varkala in Pettah station.

She liked the juice. She asked me what was cus-cus, i didn't know what it was. This drink turned out to be a form of retreat for us. We started to walk along the festivities. She said that the previous night she did not get an accommodation so she simply decided to stay back on the road side along with the people who were decorating the roadside for the big day.

Desi is an experienced teacher from Spain who has taught for 12 years. She spends half her salary on less fortunate children who cannot afford class rooms and few fun trips.The remaining amount she saves  for her trips to India. She is 42 and single woman. She leaves for her trips alone, she finds friends during the trip, makes her trip plans with the people whom she meets during the journey.

At the end of the day i put her in a Train to Varkala. She presented me the first of many wrist bands she made in an Ashram as a token of every thing a humanity should posses.


You know what! this woman was like the frog rain sequence from the movie Magnolia. She brought her presence just to deliver me from the trauma of the events which cracked me apart.




                                           muchas gracias






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I liked Geetha aunty and her offer.

Fucked up brother.

Stuck! Stuck in midst of people...their ideas, non-stop monologues,egos,opinions.
Totally blown out and stuck in a sticky spot.

I lack a state of mind,I am missing some reality which is not willing to come out of it.

The says of everyone... including my gut's prophecies!, has put me in a volatile state.

Everything going haywire in my head. Fucking extensive shit worthy thinking going through my head.

I don't know why the fuck I be like this. I don't know if I am being a pretentious bastard... Or some kind of pseudo belief of pseudo wannabee passion caught on in me.

I deeply know that I want to do something in cinema. But,what next is the amazing question, for which I'm not able to find an answer!!

I just don't want to learn to drive thought is increasing proportionally with people saying the need to Drive... i know People say it for my own good!!.... Fuck!!  I thought i am the person who thought who had no petty ego troubles.

Fucking should I change?? Am I living a perfect 21 century dream of happy go fucking lucky, Chase my pimping worthy  thoughts influenced by my Demi gods  from my movies?!! But I am proud of the way I am and i like it too... Is that way  the stupid lame  lane... Or it is just a way too old or way ahead of my time or should i consult a brain doctor.

Anyway what the hell does "seize the moment" or "the moment seizes you" mean,I think Robin Williams and Richard Linklater used it as a catch phrase to woo their ladies...if u think I am shallow on this...please enlighten me on their respective ideas or else take a bow! and allow the next person to do his best.

I am taking things too seriously.I AM taking people too seriously by thinking that the same people take me seriously too.

All these questions were answered and questioned as a result of a heavily bombed interview and also as a result of me deciding to take up Geetha aunty's offer of she helping me to brush up some of my civil engineering and also to learn by assisting her PhD works.

which I eventually turned down because of all earth old lame egos and cute grumpy cat type of excuses of people who played a vital role in bringing me up to this state.

Good god bless the whole wide world and America.

But you know what!?!!?  some where deep inside me...I just don't care, nothing is so bothering! .... Nothing! All these self loathes are just a part of a faking! An act !! Just to showcase that I am concerned about my future and i am actively taking steps to make it a worthy place... Just to pacify and stop all the aam Aadmi's from yakking bull and shits.

I just don't want to do anything. Just roam around. I always thought that it would be so nice and easy to be without a family,a state,a nationality! ... u could risk and risk and roam as you wish!! And just die like a stray dog and get buried at à garbage dump yard where all the froth n scum of the big city is getting wiped to and dumped!! So simple.

I am gonna fuck it all for a big time !
Just faking!

28 feb'18, a day in Trivandrum, Kerala.

this is a confession of a weak person who is just afraid to take his small step and only interested in bluffing.

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 a note from Camus.,

"On the depth of every beauty there’s something inhuman, and here is the hills, the mellowness of the sky, the outline of the trees loses, at the same time, the illusory sense with which we’ve clothed, already further than a paradise lost. Primitive hostility of the world ascends to us, through millenniums. For a second, we cannot understand it anymore, because for centuries we didn’t understand in it the figures and the drawings that we have previously attributed, and because by now we miss the forces to use this artifice. The world is evading, because it returns to itself. The scenes, misstated for habitude, become what they are and they’re pulling away from us. Like it happens some days, when, under a woman’s familiar face, we find out almost a stranger who for months or years ago we loved, probably we end to desire also what suddenly make us so lonely. But time is not over yet. There’s only one thing to notice: this density and this oddness of the world constitute the absurd."

                   I have to thank my parents for giving birth to  me at least by the late 20^th Century.

 The 20^th century began on January 1, 1901 and ended on December 31, 2000, it was eventful and action-packed with futuristic sci-fi imagery. India veered its path from the East Indian Community in the mid-twentieth century. In the midst of all the War themed activities, I deeply miss the art and movies that were unshackled in all directions during this interval. All articles churned, were the first one of its kind. All these yesteryear events give me a sense of Monumentality!!

Monumentality...

Monumentality can be experienced in every column of the 20^th century, from horses to horse power. Science, Agriculture, Industrial revolution, Rise and fall of nations, Teachings of various philosophers, Arts and Literature, Sports, Dolly- the sheep, The first Trip to Moon, Computers and Internet -all arranged like magazines in a book store shelf.

Humans were wealthy with resources in surplus, never knew the fear of Global warming, they had plenty water and ponds for fishing, picturesque animals to hunt and embrace, they made their houses from the top notch trees, they had festivals to celebrate the arrival of spring and sowing of seeds, they had people to attend to them, no one knew much about the ill effects of smoking and psychedelics so no one told a big no to it, they would dance until their hip can’t move, they knew that they were still far away from saturation so they flaunted their strength and  fertility by producing n number offspring and no one would come asking, they danced with their swords to depict victory.

 Humans would create new reasons to live creatively rather sitting back and ordering vegetables on various apps. The counter-cultural hippies and other humans who endured Nietzsche and other philosophers   wandered the earth connecting to a new knowledge order. People used to drop out from becoming doctors to fight for the oppressed. They had the people who would go to jail for decades together for the freedom of their people and their nation. They saw people who had fury and revolution etched deeply in them with honor. There were poor peasants fighting landlords with bow and arrows, there were survivors from many things who still had upright spine in work. Being an outlaw or a rebel was not considered pretentious.

I thank my parents for the candid timing, I spare you the biological details which put me and my brother out in the ultimate years of the 20^th century.