Blogging is now an ancient past time and pursued only by prehistoric
sapiens like me. These days Gen Z / Alpha/ Beta/Gama, have the privilege of
saying Chatty / Gemini/ Anthro / Claude compete among yourself and write me the
best blog on anything you think will get me hits and make me viral. I know I
will get trashed for that statement because I did not respect the new age talent
and was insensitive to all the generations after me and it clearly shows I do
not embrace inclusivity, diversity nor am I engaged with the emerging population
of the world. Poda DEI… (Translated from Tamil slang, I care a damn, Go take a
walk!!!)
I stayed away from writing purely because I was intimidated
by the new kids on the block Chatty, Gemini et al and was daunted by the replies
I got for my emails in impeccable English from people who would write, write
for right before the advent of AI but wrote it right since. That sadly is the
rites of passage to artificial intelligence.
It was then I realized a natural brain was no longer needed
to survive, as the artificial ones were doing a great job. I decided to focus
on other parts of my body which received step motherly treatment from me all
these years (No offense to all the stepmothers out there, this is again a prehistoric
idiom I’m trained in).
Realizing I had enough assistance to the cranial part of my
body I decided to move downwards, I needed to strengthen the support system of
my cranial portion should there be a data centre crash or a cloud burst and my
artificial cousin is unable to come to my rescue, I still needed the couple of
grams of grey inside my cranial cavity to help me out.
That’s when I decided to join a gym and ended up refreshing my
high school biology chapter on Muscular Systems which I had conveniently skipped
as it was only a 3-mark question back then. My coach at the gym had other
ideas, the 3-mark karma came back to bite me in the form of aches and pains
from region of my body I was aware existed.
Quadriceps, Biceps, Triceps, Deltoids, Trapezius, Pectoralis,
hamstrings and so on and so forth, he rattled away and gave me machines and the
number of reps to build on each one of those. Of all the words I heard, Hamstrings
were the only ones I recognized as I had heard Cricket commentators saying that
a bowler had pulled a hamstring when he held on to the back of his thigh. Just
as a I finished a sweaty painful session my coach told me, the reps were only
for the anterior deltoids, the posterior ones needed me to widen the grip and
repeat, I wanted to tell him, “My glutes” and walk off, but since I had paid
for a year, I endured his traumatic harassment. No, No … Gen Z /Alpha and
whatever follows, it was not traumatic and I don’t need therapy just yet, I
just used harassment again as a conditioned prehistoric usage. You see, we prehistoric
bloggers don’t have a wired LLM to be politically correct.
To cut a long story short, I have Push, Pull, Leg and cardio
days that are really painful, I enjoy my corporate days filled with, push my luck
days on sales quotes, pull the strings days to get things done, kick the glutes
of my competitors using my leg days and finally end with a heartful of gratitude
days, those were much easier.
Disclaimer (Both Content and Disclaimer are Human Generated):
This is written by a Homosapien using extrinsic muscles located in the forearm
and intrinsic muscles located in the hand and with a basic knowledge of English
with the help of good teachers back in school and a grammar book written by
Wren and Martin, without any assistance from LLM and ilk’s of Chatty, Gemini
and co. The English will be ordinary, Grammar will be faulty and I would have
misspelled at places. Welcome to the old-world originality where mistakes are celebrated
but never repeated.
