with the experiments as I was with numbers, which prompted me to choose the
profession which I eventually did.
always pondering over Newton’s three physical laws of motion, which my physics teacher
thrust upon my head, that they together laid the foundation for classical
mechanics part, but what surely interested me was that it described the
relationship between a body and the forces acting upon it, and its motion in
response to those forces.
what he intended by “body” when my teacher professed having made me comprehend.
My imagination surely ran wild though,
as I figured out that human anatomy was certainly not what he meant.
destined to run freely. It loves to run fast, wildly chasing first this
thought, then that sensation and then on to the next bit of stimulation and on
into the sunset it runs, I had learnt.
wild horse of my mind. I would allow it to buck around a lot, uncultivated and
discovered yet another law of motion that Sir Isaac wouldn’t have imagined; a fourth
law which was based on my imagination of the “body” and the “forces” acting
can never be done in Slow Motion
for audaciously and intrepidly announcing and proclaiming my discovery, I found
it my opportuneness to be “out” rather than “in” which facilitated me to “get in”
quick, whenever shit happened. And whenever it happened, it rarely gave me any chance
to recoup, retrieve or recover, which made my conviction even stronger that
loose motion can never happen in slow motion.
happens and it is not just any other increased frequency or decreased
consistency of my bowel movement. Simple medical terms in English as diarrhoea
or dysentery seem French to me, as I understand the language of only those
growls in my bowels.
pathetic moments, when the inevitable happens without me being able to
circumvent or stop it.
a feeling of pity or sympathy, in its true sense.
fundamentalists can have an unparalleled debate on what “shit happens” would
mean to their beliefs. I have heard a few of them:
This shit happened before
Shit happens, I deserve it
shit happens, take hostages
shit happens, is it really shit?
does shit happen to me?
Shit will happen if you pray hard for it.
even the liberals have a field day:
is just nature’s way of explaining to us by way of a simple existential
observation that life is full of unpredictable events.
or resignation in the face of any difficult or unpleasant situation. C’est la
fourth law. It’s the Murphy’s fourth law of thermodynamics:
can go wrong, it will.
put, that’s life.