Why do you always feel it takes less time while returning, than while going, to the same place? Does it have anything to do with the concept of home? Returning to Safety? Or is it because your mind was working hard, mapping the path, forming new neural patterns while going and once formed, it relaxes while returning in the same path, so you feel it was quicker?
Why are you compelled to watch a movie you love when it comes on TV, even though, you have that DVD staring in your face from your rotating-DVD-rack? Is it because you feel a free meal is being missed? Is it because there is no other interesting program on other channels? Or Is it because when you were channel surfing and hit upon a particular scene in that movie, it brought back happy-memories that you want to re-live?
Why does the traffic light changes from Red to Green exactly the moment you stop in the red light, when you waited all along from the corner of the street, staring, willing, hoping, it would change to green so that you may not have to apply the brakes and come to a full stop ?
Why do you always miss that left leg sock when you are getting late to work? And why is it that no matter how many times you tell yourself in that moment that you should make sure all these leggies are in one place, you never get around to doing it, until you remind yourself again, the next time, you are in same situation?
Why do you have to search for only “those” things crazily that you kept them in a “Safe” place? Why these safe places are the hardest to find? They might have been chosen because they are hardest to find for “others” but somehow, if “others” didn’t know about it, why would they “look” for it?
Why do Men, no matter how much they are coached, no matter how many times they are told, always feel it necessary to give an objective opinion, when they are asked by their women, “Do I look good?”.
Why do you always feel the gas-station owner is cheating you when you see the numbers rolling near the dollar sign while filling gas? You can almost visualize the numbers rolling slower in some other gas-station except that you can’t remember which one. And the same feeling creeps in when you are in Taxi, whether you are going to Airport or coming from one!
Why do Men always misread the civil, slow, interesting conversation between their Mom and Wife as final signs of bonding, when in reality it is a verbal duel between two possessive intelligent beings engaging in unintentional, intended put-downs, that they both smile and endure while thinking of next missile?
Do you really want to figure out the reasons behind these 'Known Unknowns'? Because,once you do, am sure, there will be new category called 'Unknown Unkowns' to tackle.
Even though i am borrowing from that famous Rumsfeld quote,
“There are known knowns; there are things we know, we know. We also know there are known unknowns; that is to say we know there are some things, we do not know. But there are also unknown unknowns - the ones we don't know, we don't know. ”-there might actually be some truth in it!
I guess we should just let them be because the moment you think you have conquered it, I know, you will be scrambling like a chicken with it's head cut-off in the closet, looking for that right sock!
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14 comments:
Nice post. Many of these observations ring so true !
Why? Because. We each have our own answers to that question.
I Know the Known
I Know the Unknown
I Know the Known Known
I Know the Known Unknown
I Know the Unknown Unknown
Who am I?
Not a Moron.
But Living in an Island Unknown
I Miss the Pleasures of Oceans Unknown.
Smiles A Known Unknown
Mysteries of Life...
and I'm still trying to remember the safe place where I've tucked away that sheaffers pen which belonged to my late grandfather- it means a lot to me...sigh...
and yes, I tie up the pair of socks t'gether - after wahsing them - I dare them to play truant on me now :-D
"may will o the wisps"..hmm..maybe i need to write that phrase to use it somewhere Parvati!
Hey Heartcrossings,
Am glad u cud relate..!Hope ur still penning ur little one's experience!See ya at ur blog!
You're right Mermaid.Just that..am not so sure whether those answers are the real truth!
Hey Anonymous Buddy(moron is male-gender specific..morani-female gender?),
Well..since you live in an Island,it is better u dont know abt the oceans..else it might not be a pretty sight!Thanks for dropping by!
WoW!That's one down 6 more to go in my list,Ardra!But really, how do we tell left sock from the right sock ? Guess thats a different unknown(or ignorant).
Interesting post. And many of them, I didn't think, applied to me. And when I say that, believe me that it is a known known and not an unknown unknown. Nevertheless, it was attention catching.
I'm looking for the baby's pharynx :D
hee. I was just wondering about some of these vary things recentely. hmmm... but you have captured it all so very well here! Yet again the mind of Ramchi in all it's glory! :))
Hey Individualist,
Am glad u think so!Thanks for dropping by!
Hey Ness,
Be careful! He may not have teeth but he can still bite ;)
Hey Jess,
I know inspite of your Big-list of things-to-do, you found time to drop by!Thankoo!
So true about safe places where we tuck things away, only to find that we've forgotten the places. Maybe I'll make a list of safe places and what's kept where, and tuck it away in a known place.
Priya.
The downside to it is that,Priya,since u know those safe places, you will not consider them "safe" in future :)..
yeah..i know the safe place one oh so well...and why are ATM's always on the other side of the road?
The world is also full of Unknown Knowns. Things we don't know we know, yet we know.
Nice post. Referred here by Parvati. :)
:-).. I just hate those ' Safe places" after many unsuccesful attempts to find them again.. so now I have banished all safe places. Its all out in the open..but we've had to up the security system..Nice post.
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