Intelligent and Intellect

Intelligent and Intellect...

And then you pop up saying how could an idiot ever even think of trying to identify each by its tails. It was all a blessing in disguise today at one of the lectures when he shook me up and made me start thinking about intellect and intelligence.

The Oxford English Dictionary defines intellect as "a person possesing a great capacity for thought and knowledge". Garnering knowledge is undoubtedly the presence of thought more than compulsion and inevitably important; but is that enough to make a person think in a way which is seemingly new. I mean, there s no use to that knowledge if not executed in a creative manner. After all, bad knowledge or a little knowledge if practiced over and over again provides scope for ignorance, rigidity and compulsion, and no end in sight. I am sure even you will agree with the above statement with real life examples in several fields of politics, education and what not!!
However, the dictionary defines intelligent as, “displaying or characterized by quickness of understanding, sound thought, or good judgment". Using common sense and rationality to solve a particular situation, keeping in mind all other factors is intelligent or in other words "smart". Reason, judgment, common sense and accurate information combine to make sound thought – and over time with experience, wisdom.

The fact that i am trying to drive home is that execution if knowledge depends on both the true/honest knowledge and the facts, both of which has to be honest at the same time. The application that follows should be subject to feedbacks. This is the wisdom of life.

But, what the hell.. why make things so complicated... Its better doing nothing.. nothing is easier than doing anything at all... :D

and then it starts...

Perceptive Readers,
And the sem starts again, technically from today morning. You all know the drill. Classes, more classes and still more classes. The new year started lazily, quitely taking its time to show its effects in me. It took me quite a while to realise that its already halfway the first week. Sleeping half the day, getting up and groggily reaching the mess, just in time to grab some food has become a habit. Then a quiet nap in the afternoon, followed by snacks and a movie, to be in time for the dinner, just about packs the day.
But all this nawabi harkate changes tomorrow dawn. Classes start when even the sun is on its way up to shine. I wonder what my new year resolutions were - I'll be regular for lectures, try to imbibe classroom learning by staying attentive, research interesting places for the forthcoming internships, go for competitions, write publications and blah blah.
Bullshit.
Its always the first thought of something productive and then my laziness takes over in no time. I run out of witty and faultfree roadmaps, get sick of being "disciplined", and inevitably end up relying heavily on the "come what may" and the "last minute" syndromes.
I don't know about most people but I hate routines. Routines that heavily involves the constant battle between what we know we should do and what we feel like doing (eg. sleeping). I know it from my uneventful track record for the past umpteen years that things will again be last minute and I will screw it up. There will be tremendous pangs of guilt and plans for roadmaps. Admonishments from home and friends will again cover me up. But then, my laziness would take it all over.

Probably i have gone nuts.

The Drunkard

The drunkard in the plume of his age; he is hunted down by the judgemental eyes of people. People rambling and ranting about what societal standards does the drunkard set in the neighbourhood. He is abused at will, beaten up, laid down on the road, handed over to the police or is under the constant fear of retribution. A drunkard is a shame to his family, a mural in the garbage dumps in every nook and corner. And the drunkard wilfully accepts his plight. He believes it is his reward for setting standards; standards of optimism and hope. In a world where alcohol is advertised at will, but alcohol is legally banned beyond a certain age and limit, the drunkard is the hero. After all,for example what kind of politics is it that people beyond a certain age are sent to war to lay down their lives for the country, and not given the incentive to reap the benefit of one's adulthood.

This is a tribute to all the drunkards who have held the torch of hope where others fell in despair and whimpered for mercy, for all those, who were given the option of either to leave alcohol or to leave their near and dear ones, for those who whimper about saying words of apology to people who they think they have hurt with their words or activities, when they were in a state of black out.

Its time to raise a fist against the "dry" swarm of the milling crowd, who wont stop at any opportunity to seize our fun.

for the drunkards, your time of reckoning is here and it is now. Stand up for ur right to falling down!!! [hic]