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Some Brain, SomeOne, Some Paradigm, and My Me

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Left brain: "I am the left brain. I am a scientist. A mathematician. I love the familiar. I categorize. I am accurate. Linear. Analytical. Strategic. I am practical. Always in control. A master of words and language. Realistic. I calculate equations and play with numbers. I am order. I am logic. I know exactly who I am."

Right brain: "I am the right brain. I am creativity. A free spirit. I am passion. Yearning. Sensuality. I am the sound of roaring laughter. I am taste. The feeling of sand beneath bare feat. I am movement. Vivid colors. I am the urge to paint on an empty canvas. I am boundless imagination. Art. Poetry. I sense. I feel. I am everything I wanted to be."


My Brain: "Once I used the left one, but later I found that the life is much beautiful than I thought of. When I was occupied by the left one, I saw nothing but the equations, structured paradigms, and classified intelligence.  And I joined for Mechanics. Somewhere in between, I missed the beauty of life. I was mechanical due to the course I selected 'cause I was much fond of machines. Then, I don't know, somewhere else, I fell in love with my life. I started to live my life like never. "

Paradigmatic Shift: "Once I found myself in a hole, I stopped digging. I am a 'Mechanic- drop out'! Of course, I am! I said, somewhere I inclined to the beauty of life, art, colors and I became a poet. I had a chance to opt my way or destiny, and I chose my way. Of course, I had to either live a life of calculations or of poetry. First, I opted the life of calculations 'cause of my love for machines. Once, in my school days, I was the little scientist boy who amazed my friends and teachers with crazy innovative ideas and prototypes. Physics was my favorite and I was blessed with the mysteries of universe that always kept me thinking. 
Here comes the Shift, I fell in love with Philosophy and Theories, especially Cultural theories. I was changing the direction of my life. A poetic Shift, I would say. 

Now: "I stand where I witness the inception of serenity and rage. Life is like a poetry now, Colorful. And I am like a child wonders at the colors of life, sky, waters, woods, people and peoples, feathers."

And...: "I am like a bird sitting on a tree never afraid of the branch breaking, 'cause my trust is not on the branch, but on my own wings."

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  1. Anonymous27 May 2013 at 10:09

    so, paradigmatic shift, huh?

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  2. Anonymous27 May 2013 at 10:57

    "right"?

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  3. Anonymous27 May 2013 at 19:06

    But, the mastery of words and language resides in the left brain, that paves the way to theoretical and philosophical 'discursivity'. I love your left brain when you put everyone in question mark. I do remember, once, you wonderfully presented a seminar paper on reality vs fantasy, weaving the cobweb of your life living in the memories of many.... and we never die. so, until the sharing of memories continue we are a part of someone else life. and thus we are living in the life of many....actually, the paper was tough enough to comprehend when you read it with the movie Inception. well, i think, the shift is crazy!

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  4. Anonymous24 August 2014 at 20:57

    brilliant! i love your writing. you must be crazy :p

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  5. Anand7 May 2015 at 01:21

    hahhahaaaa...... I just reviewed my post! what did i write? the selection of words and ideas conveyed are poor :( I don't like this post. seems like a bit personal... blahhhhhhhh

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