Simplicity Or Perspicuity : Is it the same ?

                            Somebody inquired in anticipation : how is your new job ?
The question conceals an opportunity and demands a sagacious reply . An opportunity  to understand the subtle difference between perceptions incessantly changing over time. Here I was with a well thought rhetoric :

My team works on PDD(Physical device drivers) which can be segregated into PIL and PSL. Leave alone PIL part that's clients headache,we clean up the PSL mud which try to congregate the USBCS and USBPSL,there is much more though I don't feel the need for explaining the superflous information of HAL , Nomadik_USB and hardware layer. We supply this as a package.

Silence prevailed and my heart exclaimed with joy Gotcha !!!!

I could have simply said I work on USB drivers and it really was'nt that difficult to say and that would have been a more laconic reply.But I chose the insidious way and behind it was a prospection which i'll address by the end.
Lets spare a moment to give a thought to how things really are changing around us.
Simplicity and perspicuity more or less they are synonyms but is it really so, do both infuses the same effect when listened to..

You no more think over things you muse over them
You don't agree with people you acquiese with them
You no more content yourself with the compliment of being keen minded , for you they termed perspicacious
You don't label your friend as parochial for being a inveterate in crying over petty grudges, do you..??
What are you thinking..oops pondering over how I missed the term pussilanimous !! Now you seem to be in accord..
While writing this down came a moment in Roadies where a girl is expressing her view over if she can't win she want another girl to win.. and there came the term feminist...i corrected my friend as feminist just won't do and labeled her a chauvinist...
People do not just indulge themselves in artistry for pleasure anymore...term dilittante(chitts ;)) is so going obsolete even before most of us will know about its mere existence..

Whay I want to convey is that there is always a simpler way of putting things forward but does simplicity really is in accounting someone else's ignorance. You either dominate an argument or you bolster it. How does it matter to me if you don't understand bolster. Coming back to where I left the analysis of my reply regarding my job,I could have easily avoided the technical jargon.

What if I would have simply replied that I work on USB. And there came the barrage of puncted arrows.."Ohhh USB and the weird tone of saying it ..literally meaning just USB thats so simple..". Thats the only reason I opted for a more cogent mode of expression.
Say it the way you want to but choose the words a little equisitely and at times delibrately obfuscating ones.
             Simplicity does not necessararily lie in using simplicity,perspicuity presents you well.

         Remember If you can't convince them confuse them because thats another way of convincing.

Remembering Hitch

Basic principles:                  
No woman wakes up saying: "God, I hope I don't get swept off my feet today."

Now, she might say, "This is a really bad time for me."

Or something like, "I just need some space." 

Or my personal favorite:

                
"I'm really into my career right now."

You believe that? Neither does she.

You know why?
Because she's lying to you, that's why. You understand me? Lying.

It's not a bad time for her.She doesn't need any space.

She may be into her career.but what she's really saying is,

"Get away from me now."

Or possibly, "Try harder, stupid."

Well, which one is it?

  
                   
 70% of all human communication is nonverbal."Body language".

 28% is your tone.

 So that means that
 2% of it is what you're saying...

Ain't coming out of your mouth,Toby!

Shit!

Of course she'll lie to you.
                   
She's a nice person,she doesn't wanna hurt your feelings.

What else is she gonna say? She doesn't even know you.

Yet.

Luckily, the fact is that just like the rest of us...

even a beautiful woman doesn't know what she wants until she sees it.
                  
And that's where I come in.

My job is to open her eyes.

  
                   
Basic principles:

No matter what,no matter when, no matter who...any man has a chance
to sweep any woman off her feet.Just needs the right broom.

You cannot use what you do not have.
So if you're shy, be shy.
If you're outgoing, be outgoing.

She may not want the whole truth,
but she does want the real you.

  
                   
She may not want to see it all at once,
but she does want to see it.

So tonight, when you're wondering what
to say, how you look, or if she likes you...

                  
just remember, she is already out with you.                   
That means she said yes
when she could have said no.
                   
That means she made a plan
when she could have just blown you off.
                  
So that means it is no longer your job
to try to make her like you.
                   
It is your job not to mess it up.

  
  
                   
The key tonight is hang back.                  
Give her plenty of space.                  
If she lingers at a photograph, move on.
                  
But maintain the visual.

  
                   
It's supposed to be nice and clear tonight.
So when you leave the club, walk a little.
                   
Ask her what she thought about the show...                  
what was her favorite photograph,
why that one.
                
And when she answers,
don't be looking at her mouth.
                  
Don't be wondering
what she looks like naked.
                 
Listen to what she is saying and respond.

  
                  Listen and respond.

  
                   
That way, when it's your turn to talk...                 
you'll have something better to say than,
"I like your mouth."

And all of a sudden,we're on date number two.

In case you didn't go to high school,hitting is a good thing.
                   
So how does it happen, great love?

Are you okay?

- Nobody knows.
- I'm good.

  
                   
But what I can tell you,is that it happens in the blink of an eye.
One moment, you're enjoying your life.

And the next, you're wondering,how you ever lived without them.

Three dates is all I need.

Three dates, and I'll get you here,to the high-stakes medal round...

where eight out of 10 women
believe that the first kiss...will tell them everything they need to know
about the relationship.
                   
After that, you're on your own.
                  
But always remember...

  
                   
life is not the amount of breaths you take.                  
It's the moments that take your breath away.

What is it about guys that makes them want to screw anything that walks. 

even when they're going out with someone as awesome as Allegra Cole?

Why should she waste her heart on some Swedish aristo-brat? Even if he is gorgeous.
If he's stupid enough to cheat...
the world should know he's dumb enough to get caught.
My name is Alex Hitchens.Let's go paint that ceiling.
Now thats my Personal favorite :
Oh, damn.

She's some kind of newspaper columnist.
Comes in here once in a while. Great tipper.
                   
What's her drink?
Usually beer.
Tonight, Grey Goose martini, dirty.
                   
Hi.

I noticed your glass was getting low...                  
so I took the liberty of bringing you another apple martini.
Thank you.
And I couldn't help but notice you look a lot like my next girlfriend.

- What's your name?
- They call me Chip.
                 
You can't get them to stop?                   
That was funny.
                  
Listen, I understand the courage it takes to walk across a room...
and try to generate a relationship out of thin air.

- So don't take the following personally.
- You have fantastic eyes.

 Thanks. Try to listen.

This is no reflection on you. I'm just not interested.

But thank you for the compliment of coming over.
You're welcome.
So do you like Cuban food?
Chip, seriously, that was not code for,
"I wish you'd try harder."
                 
Are you always so shut-down and afraid
that the right man might make you...

Feel like a natural woman?

   
                   
Sorry I'm late, honey.I couldn't get a cab. How was the meeting?
Well, there was a beginning, a middle, and an end.

Nice to meet you, Chip.
You, too.
                  
On the one hand,it is very difficult for a man...to even speak to someone
who looks like you.
                   
But on the other hand,should that be your problem?
So life's kind of hard all around.

Not if you pay attention.
                 
You're sending all the right signals:

no earrings, heels under two inches,your hair is pulled back...
wearing reading glasses with no book,drinking a Grey Goose martini...

which means you had a hell of a week
and a beer just wouldn't do it.

If that wasn't clear enough...there's always the "fuck off"
that you have stamped on your forehead.

Who'd believe there's a man out there
that can sit by a woman he doesn't know..and genuinely be interested 
in who she is,what she does, without his own agenda?

I wouldn't even know,what that would look like.

So what would a guy like that say?

He'd say, "My name is Alex Hitchens and I'm a consultant."
But she wouldn't be interested in that...
because she'd be counting the seconds
until he left.Thinking he was like every other guy.Which, 
life experience has taught her,is a virtual certainty.
But then he'd ask her name
and what she did for a living..and she might blow him off.

Or she might say...

I'm Sara Melas.I run the gossip column at the Standard.

And then he'd ask
all these penetrating questions about her...because he was sincerely,
if atypically,interested.

No.

- No?
- He'd be interested.
But he'd see that there was no way...he could possibly make her realize
that he was for real.
Well, he could be funny and charming and refreshingly original.

Wouldn't help.

- Don't you hate it when that happens?
- Not really.

   
                   
They'd both probably go on to lead the lives they were headed toward.
My guess is they'd do just fine.

It's a pleasure to have met you, Sara Melas.

"Rendezvous at CCD"

While I was pondering over where to start, an interesting thought from "The Alchemist" infiltrated my mind about the whole universe conspiring thing. This meeting was something similar to that. It feels as if I waited across the aeons to make it possible and infuses the immense satisfaction no less than that of jostling your way through the insane traffic of this city.

I wish I could describe the day as being all dark and sky covered with a blanket of hazy clouds. A drizzle pouring down like exodus of drops from leaflets. But in our city deity himself has vested the powers with the sun whose scorching heat was hitting down to melt and even when it rains, you can vouch for it to enjoy the feel of a million chemicals floating down your body. I guess there is nothing romantic about this weather.

Its just about time when we entered the CCD. Sometimes I can't understand this mania about the CCD. What do they make coffee from to charge for as much as 10 coffees.Lets just leave it for others to think as I am restless to describe her appearance.

With the kind of endearing personality she possess ,she carries herself well in all outfits and this day was not to be an exception. Sometimes the profound depth of her glittering eyes made me all conscious to what I should be saying. Her cherubic smile personifies her innocence and sometimes its enigma obfuscated me to its purpose. If not for the fear of giving a disconcerted look I would have kept on looking at her blooming face.Even after possessing everything, I fail to see the vanity and magniloquence in her behavior which do strikes me as odd and exceptional. But its kind of invigorating stuff.

We finally placed the order. As I can recall she ordered Choco-Hola and I am kind of persistent with my "Sizzling brownie" thing though my last experience with it was really gruesome as I almost burnt my hand with that pan used to make it sizzle. I just don't understand the culture of "Pizza hut" and "CCD" for serving in cooking utensils. I might sound a little caustic but this kind of concept is completely futile. First came the hola hola and we ate it bite after bite sharing it to the end.

And all this time I was fretting over the trivial matters, the prime topic of conversation encompassed around me having to let go off my ego. I am inherently loquacious and she by her nature is reticent,odds so as to say but it is completely understandable as she inherits from a more orthodox family and her upbringing has been more cultural as I can figure out. As I describe it to her "Sabdkosh mein akal pada hai". So I do all the talking most of the times but sometimes I just hold myself back to enjoy her little spasmodic talks.

Then came my sizzling dashing glowing brownie and with it came the memory of pain it gave me last time for having it. This time I went slow and easy on it. And since I am talking about slowness I remember how she walks too fast like a predator trying to catch on with its prey. I am not so good with metaphors. I told her to walk slowly and enjoy every step of her life which for obvious reasons seemed philosophical.

Getting back to where we left our brownie, sharing it with her made it sweeter than it otherwise tastes. All this time I have been trying to figure out her way of perceiving things but I just let it pass for the fear of surmising.That moment made me feel as if my arduous effort to persuade her to come along is finally being rewarded and it will go down as the most wonderful memories of my life.

"Best Friends"

From the girths of pacific to the heights of himalaya, there aura is magnificent and equally

unprecedented are there contribution's to my life. They fill up a void and not only imparts knowledge but wisdom. They sleep by your bedside and stay up before you do. They nurture you like a new born,gifts you an innate ability to challenge the existing dogma's of society and hold your fingers through every step of your life.

Going through the tumultuous times of my life I was appalled by the fact how people whom we trust put us through difficult times and evade from being held responsible. These people are our very own "BEST FRIENDS". These are the times when "A friend is someone who can see the truth and pain in you even when you are fooling everyone else" such phrases seems to be alienic and suitable for utopic worlds. These are not mere apprehensions but the bitter truth we all have to face at some point in our abbreviated lives. It is no act of conjucture but what life experiences have taught me.

Here comes the title of this blog to rescue. Don't be mistaken I am not citing a paradox. These best friends inspired me by the vista of a new and richer world opening before me. They conceal

immense captivating power. I have made a diligent effort to understand if they really are good enough to be our best friends and I can vouch for it that they do. For all this time I have been praising them and left you groping for who they really are. Who else could it be but ---

The unfathomed sea of knowledge "BOOKS".

I don't hold anything against people and neither am I here to deliver a jeremiad over human ridicule or to denounce friendship with people. It is not an exhortation to make anyone believe me but just a scrupulous effort to sincerely appreciate the influence of BOOKS in my life. The way they have obliterated my pain of loneliness and the way they have given me TRUSTWORTHY friends. Their contribution to my life is not trifling by any means.They picturesque a surreal world where I can feel contentment within what I have. A period in my life worthy of being called the Heyday. It is futile to get into the juxtaposition of Book's with people since perceptions differ but one thing everyone will agree on that Books undoubtedly are the Elixir of life. With in my discretion I have made a sincere effort to put forward my views in these succint phrases. And I do feel immensly satisfied that I have made you look into the dictionary if you are interested in understanding what you read.