TSD

Yeah well, I happen to be talking about Total Sensory Depravation. It’s been just about a couple of days since I happened to encounter this term (am not vouching for any sort of medical or scientific backing w.r.t. this term!). It featured on one of the rare professional-guidance chats I have with my cousin brother. Not that I despise the prospect of having such conversations (esp. since my opinion is rarely seeked), on the contrary they are often laden with quite a few unheard-of terms and what-the-legends-have/had-to-say, which I for one would certainly not encounter. The term in context TSD, was introduced to me as part of my mental preparation for them lots of management entrance exams (apparently for a brighter future). TSD, ladies and gentlemen, happens to be a state of existence wherein the individual is to sever any and all connections that his/her brain happens to make with the outer-World (am not quite sure about what that means either). Yeah, sad prospects it beholds for most of the masses for sure. No reciprocation of love if you’re part of some amorous entanglement, no talking to friends, no brooding over tasks (I particularly took a fancy to this), blah and blah. In short, Just put your life on the back-seat, will ya! So well, as the conversation progressed, I couldn’t help but think how closely my state of existence is already on par with the TSD state. Is it because of a natural loner tendency? Is it ‘cause I’ve more or less let down each and everyone around by letting their expectations from me fall face down?! Sigh, not that I did much good trying to figure out what could be a possible cause. I just heard him out for another half n hour and sipped on the beer which he so graciously offers each and every time.
The significance of the conversation was to show me how I could concentrate much better if I practiced TSD religiously, atleast till the exams were done with. Hehe. At that point my mind was spinning in freaking circles such that I had absolutely no idea as to what much greater relevance concentration is possibly going to bring along in tow. The next morning though, reflecting on the previous night’s conversation I kind of partly agreed with its ramifications. NO! I am not going to hit on some virtues-of-being-a-loner binge here! All I’ve got to profess is that TSD just seems to be a sub-set of the ”Lesser distractions in life – More Peace” doctrine. If you find yourself nodding your head vehemently in contradiction, then well, go on save yourself – just don’t take it out on me.

Oh, and before I forget. TSD doesn’t hold any guarantees to a better life (not to mention the complete lack of scientific backing!)

He (my cousin that is) also mentioned the fact how having your own kid prancing around the house serves as a huge-huge de-stressing factor once you reach that age. Firstly, that age, is quite a hypothetical stage in a person’s life and he too seemed to dismiss my asking about the same with a vague answer, “When you have everything and still keep getting f***ed up in the head”. “Deep”, I thought. Secondly, having a kid means being party to an act of procreation which in itself happens to be the consequence of a through and through social entanglement, namely – Marriage. “Excuse me, but weren’t we hovering around TSD just a sec. back?”. Yeah well whatever, I just took another swig and let it be.