Thursday, April 24, 2008

Brain Damaged!

Discussion with close friends over participation in the faux farewell activities gave a good opportunity to let out some of the (contemptful) steam. Firstly, because it is self serving - we would be doing it for ourselves, no other element of NIEC involved. Secondly, because I'd not like being with people I've barely known over the past four years. Not much point in obsessing over the fact that I'm gonna be missing some strangers. Such are the distances that I can pass off my juvenile generalisations about each one of them very comfortably, like a 3rd person - no emotional baggages attached. Am yet to find out what part of NIEC I'll be missing once I graduate. Entire college life has been spent living a life away from it.

There are few that I've been in touch with - 'come to know', as they say. And among those that I've come to know, I could only loathe some. There are people being around whom you feel insulted and degraded. General frivolity is alright, but when things descend to the realm of the depraved - channeled towards the male ego that seems a threat and female vanity/dignity that seems a slap on your existence - is when I'd want to back out. Their thoughts and actions, both seem conceited and demeaning to those outside their comfort zone. There is little stopping me from smashing one such specimen against the canteen water cooler - the bastard ran over some pedestrian (suspects he killed him), only to flee away in his car and brag about it in the college since.

Then there are those who managed to trade their brain tissue for muscle tissue and feel boastful of it. Gym is cited as the epicenter of such changes. Health is not their primary concern. It is the potential to rule over the minions that gets them going. Fights are a normal outcome from such gym-inducded defeciencies. But, eh, not even that seems redeeming. They fight like babies. Totally ridiculous. The insecurities on their face visible even while they land their next greatest punch or kick - like they'd want to run away the very next instant.

And then come the converts, the people I'd hate the most. They gave up their integrity to wedge into the 'we put up a cool facade', or 'perverts united' groups. I saw potential in these people, and then they all fused into the common decaying body which we call "Batch of 2008, NIEC Delhi". Altered their lifestyle to feel appreciation/respect [that hangs by the edge of a needle]. Immediate reward. Instant gratification. Losers. Interestingly, I found this piece on Prefrontal Cortext that bears some relevance here...

Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prefrontal_Cortex
Subsequent studies, on patients with prefrontal injuries, have shown that the patients verbalized what the most appropriate social responses would be under certain circumstances, yet, when actually performing, they instead pursued behavior that is aimed at immediate gratification despite knowing the longer-term results would be self-defeating.

The interpretation of this data indicates that not only are skills of comparison and understanding of eventual outcomes harbored in the prefrontal cortex but the prefrontal cortex (when functioning correctly) controls the mental option to delay immediate gratification for a better or more rewarding longer-term gratification result. This ability to wait for a reward is one of the key pieces that define optimal executive function of the human brain.


Hm, its a pity living and competing amongst prefrontal cortex accident victims.
And I thought I was brain damaged to be ranting off like this.

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