Friday, July 23, 2010

The Art of Kink

Background: Ever since I started blogging, people who know me (thats three in all if I am to include my parents) have been asking - "How does a slimy pinhead like you come up with that kinda stuff?" and my answer always has been "Beer, sweet beer!". They however were not convinced and rather continue to have the opinion that the stuff that I've written must have been 'lifted off' - plagiarism to be precise. They are not completely off-base in this case as I am pretty notorious for suffering from severe oral dysentery - what that means is that the stuff that comes out of my mouth (other than bad breath) is mostly 'shit', nonsense i.e.
However it is also a fact that beer makes me 'sound' smart, more the beer smarter I sound. Had it not been for its smell in my breath, beer would have taken me places by now. After having three beers or so I start getting over the limitations of metal retardation, after gulping down five bottles I begin to sound like Stephen Hawking - slurred speech wise. Its after seven bottles that I really get super smart. In this condition I can solve all the mysteries of the universe and even tell you where Osama has been hiding all along - if only I could free myself from non stop puking.


Since my gynecologist asked me to go easy on beer I will not be able to churn out my usual philosophical drab. Now wait a minute, you must be wondering what's a gynecologist got to do with this dickhead? Well it so happens that a good friend of mine so happens to be a gynecologist. He asked me to let go of beer and try sleeping pills instead - "they work like a charm!" he said. BTW he works for the armed forces and its no wonder that the army has posted him at some northern frontier where there are no human females. My heart however goes out for the yaks whose delivery he is required to assist. It will not surprise me at all if I get to read this in the newspaper "Army doctor gored to death by crazed out yak!" Anyways, its 
Story Time!

Disclaimer: All events and characters portrayed in this blog are  fictional. Any use of real names is coincidental and purely unintentional. Any similarities to actual persons is also pure coincidence, and not my intent. I cannot emphasize enough how coincidental my fictional entities are to any real life individual, entity, or character.


There, that should take care of the biggies ever suing me. 


The Story: The series of events that I am going to tell you folks took place during April 2010. Me and four of my buddies had just returned from a trip to north India - I cannot take their names here as some of them like Neelu, Shagger Choudhury, Mots and Fodder (Real names available on request) may not like the idea of their names appearing in some kinky blog on the internet.
Me and Mots reached Mumbai on 11th and were supposed to fly out to Mallupradesh (AKA Kerala) on the next day. We were supposed to take a Jet Lite flight to Calicut that was scheduled to depart at 11:25 Hrs. The drive to the airport was uneventful as neither of us tried to kiss each other or even hold hands - that is because neither of us is gay and we were too busy looking outside to spot some hot girl in skimpy dress. 
'Uneventfully' we reached the airport well ahead of time, checked in our luggage and then we got creative - which meant something very bad was in the making.
Now our dude Mots laid his eyes on some electronics and book stores at the airport and went into a shopping frenzy. Before I tell you anything further I need to tell you that Mots is not exactly your usual Indian; he is an NRI what that means is that buying something that he classifies as 'dirt cheap' has a very real potential of leaving me bankrupt, a kidney less and imprisoned for credit card fraud. At the electronics store he checked out every gizmo on display, but there was only one thing that got him interested. His request for its demo was however turned down and we were not-so-politely informed that the salesgirl was not up for sale and thus a demo was out of question. Being the gentleman he is, Mots did buy some Video CDs from there, I however did not buy anything from the store as I was too busy eyeballing the sales girl. At the bookstore our dude went from section to section searching - he finally gave up the frantic search when I told him that porn was not available in Indian bookstores yet, for that you need to go to some shady alleys near CST (Now don't ask me how I know that).
Nevertheless he did buy a decent share of 'cheap' books, I too bought a 'cheap' book and the very instance I swiped my credit card for making the payment I got a call from my bank - 
"Tring Tringggg"
- Hello
- Good Morning Sir, My name is ******, am calling on behalf of I*I*I bank. Am I speaking to Mr. Sanjay Kumar
- Yeah bugger, the name is SanjOy, not SanjAy
- Sorry about that Mr Kumar, we have identified an unusually high value transaction on your credit card and would like to confirm if it is genuine.
- Yeah, it is genuine...
- Sir as a part of our policies we would like to confirm the credentials of the customer.
- What is that supposed to mean, you call me on my mobile and ask me to confirm my credentials?
- Sir these are the bank's policies.
- OK, go on..
- Is your name Sanjoy Kumar
- Yes
- Date of birth please
- Is that really required, common man people are reading that stuff off this blog. Can we please skip that question?
- I am not sure sir..
- Please dude...I'm not married yet 
- Ohhh, that is serious, let me check with my senior - he too, just like you, is unmarried, ugly and ** years old.
- Hey, I'm not ugly 
- Sorry sir but I have a photograph of you and I can clearly see that you are realy ugl..
- Hey will you stop it, man this is a blog remember..people will come to know..
- Ooh, I am extremely sorry. You mind if I put you on hold.
- Not at all plea....
The guy doesn't wait and puts me on hold and what I get to hear is some real shitty music.... 
For the next 15 minutes or so the shitty music continued and finally the human voice on the phone returned.
- Sir, I'm sorry for keeping on hold for so long..
- You better be...
- Sir we can do away with the DOB question, but there is one more question that I need to ask..
- OK shoot..
- Spell 'Czechoslovakia'
- That's easy CHEKOS-LO-VA-KIA
- Great, you are through with the confirmation. Congratulations! 
- Now look fella I do not understand how the last question come in handy in confirming someone's identity...
- It does sir. We have it on record that you do cannot spell 'Czechoslovakia'
- Great, you had to tell that OUT LOUD on this blog.
- Thanks for calling I*I*I bank, You were talking to ******. You have a good day.
- It was YOU who called ME, moron.


Boy, by now the time was 11:10 and Mots was getting real jittery not because it was getting late but because he was hungry. I wouldn't blame him, all that the poor guy had for breakfast 2 hours ago was a dozen rotis with generous helping of chicken curry, throw in some fruits and a milkshake - that is all.


Now Mots is a big boy and takes his food and drinks seriously. He knows his priorities in life - food comes in at the first position and boarding a flight on time does not seem to have a place on the priority list. So off we went to the Cafe' Coffee Day counter at the airport and ordered some packed stuff. Just when I thought that we were through all that, our guy has another one of his cravings - he needs chicken. The man needs chicken and chicken it is. "Wait a minute, did you pack that bottle of Snapple - Yes I need a Snapple".
Time now 11:20, we proceed to the departure gate and are greeted by an Airline staff who almost began to fume the moment he laid his eyes on our boarding passes.
"Where were you? we have been calling out your name for the last half an hour" Both of us make a face as if we just fell off a asteroid from outer space and did not understand the lingo. To describe that guy as furious would have been an understatement - I could almost see smoke emanating out of his ears, maybe he swallowed a cigarette butt or maybe I was scared. He made some calls over the walkie-talkie and finally asked us to board a rickety bus - thats when it dawned upon me that the guy had specifically called in for the shittiest bus to carry us around. I expected Mots to complain but he seemed to be caught up with some other thoughts - maybe he was worried for the Snapple bottle and chicken puffs or maybe he was scared too. While boarding the bus I covered my face to avoid being photographed and the images being shown on India TV.
Finally by the time we got to the aircraft and got in it was 11:30. The air-hostess mistook me for the cleaning staff (most pretty women do) and told me that it was too late to clean the loo. Even after having seen my boarding pass she was hell bent on getting me deplaned. But being someone who believes that truth alone triumphs I did not intend to give up so easily and finally managed to win her trust - all I had to do was to spell 'Czechoslovakia'.

Monday, July 12, 2010

F**K!

This is not a blog that has been thought through and neither is there any beer involved. What is there for sure are sweat and disgust. This is something that happened at my gym today morning. A ‘not so young’ couple walked into the gym, neither of them were anything unusual – lady was the typical ‘sati savitri’ image in flesh and blood, maybe bit too much of flesh here and there. She had vermilion smeared into her parting of hair that said “Don’t look at me, I’m taken”, “Right said babe, to 'take' you we’ll need a fork lift truck, and we’ll airlift that midsection of yours – don’t want to clog those 6 lane roads” I thought. The hubby had a paunch that could deflect a cruise missile, but the guy had the airs of a teenager on drugs saying “I’m cool”.



Anyways what happened next was the disgusting part; the lady went to the locker room and came back with 2 pair of shoes - one for herself and the other for the guy with the integrated missile defense system – the hubby. This made me think “What the FUCK!” and believe me she did this as a part of her ‘responsibilities’ that come as a part of being an Indian wife. I fully appreciate her selfless dedication, what sucks is the thought if the bastard of a hubby would even consider doing such a thing in the privacy of their home let alone in complete public gaze.


Trust me on this, there will be more than a majority of people who will see this act as one where a wife is performing her duty and thus make the whole episode seem normal or great (to them). If you are one of those and are reading this then I have this for you  - “FUCK you!”


It is indeed unfortunate that we live in a society that is soaked/drenched in hypocrisy. Talking of the society, let me assure you that it is some aliens who beam down and form the society – we need to remember that it is each and every one of us individuals who make up the society. So next time we think of blaming the society for something let’s first look into ourselves and check if what we are complaining is a reflection of our inner self.


BTW, every morning I have to hunt for my shoes – maybe it’s about time I got myself a wife and maybe it’s about time I looked at myself in the mirror and said “FUCK you!”

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Whose the Man?

This is something that I'd written a long time ago for a good friend of mine. This is his life, this is his story.
1. Get up early in the morning at 04:00 Hrs
2. Boil up the following
   1. Regular Tea
   2. Herbal Tea
   3. Black coffee
3. Wake up wife and offer her the above concoctions - try not to stutter.
4. Hide face and delicate areas on one's body just in case wife spits the concoction after tasting it – This is the usual case, unusual is the case when there is added extreme physical abuse.
5. Clean oneself of the splashes if spat upon or if assaulted then fix the injuries. Apply foundation on the black eye if the need be – Wife does not like husband looking like a bruised terrorist.
6. Adorn the apron (if unavailable then try the maxi, churidar, sari as per availability) and head to the kitchen to cook up some lip smacking delicacies – boiled eggs, potatoes & beans garnished with roughly diced onion and terribly sliced tomatoes [can't blame one for having the knife handling skills of a penguin].
7. Set the breakfast on the table and take cover in the bathroom before wife begins to gorge on the culinary delights.
8. When in the bathroom, take the opportunity to wash oneself. Care must be taken not to wash away the foundation applied on the black eye.Remember, Wife does not like husband looking like a bruised terrorist.
9. After having been through the grueling bathing session, head back to the dining area and clean it up.
10. Do the dishes
11. Vacuum the carpets
12. Mop the floor
13. Wash the car
14. Get the trash
15. Walk the dog (i.e. taking the stroll all by oneself)
16. Before heading to office check the foundation on the black eye – remember, Wife does not like husband looking like a bruised terrorist.
17. While at the office, ping wife every half an hour in an effort to convince her that one is not having an affair with one's boss's secretary.
18. Ping wife every 15 minutes to convince her that not having an affair with boss's secretary does not make one gay.
19. Head to the school to pick up the phantom kid and drop him/her at home – this is practice session, don't want to look inexperienced when the actual exercise begins.
20. Once done with the office work head to the super market to pick up the domestic consumable goods – Eggs, potatoes, beans, onions and tomatoes to be precise.
21. Report back at home on time to prove that one is not having an affair with boss's secretary.
22. Prepare lip smacking dinner comprising of boiled eggs, potatoes & beans garnished with roughly diced onion and terribly sliced tomatoes – are we not done with this thing yet?
23. Do the dishes
24. Whilst wife heads for the bed, one takes position on the couch for the slumber
25. Try catching some sleep.
26. Wake up 04:00 Hrs in the morning. Check on the foundation on the black eye – remember, Wife does not like husband looking like a bruised terrorist.


Know what, after reading it all the married guys tend to get that smirk on the face while thinking "Gee, I'm not the only one!"

Thursday, June 17, 2010

The Knowledge of Ignorance

The greatest of all knowledge is the knowledge of one's own ignorance. It is in the fire of this knowledge that one's ego burns and dies.

Saturday, May 1, 2010

On Destiny



des·ti·ny 
n. pl. des·ti·nies
1. The inevitable or necessary fate to which a particular person or thing is destined; one's lot.
2. A predetermined course of events considered as something beyond human power or control: 
3. The power or agency thought to predetermine events: 

The question is, is destiny for real? Are we to believe that our actions and their outcomes are orchestrated by some unknown force and all that we are doing here right now is merely playing a role in a drama that is being enacted along a certain predetermined line?        

Different people have different views on destiny – at one extreme there are the proponents of destiny and on the other there are those who peg their allegiance to the belief that destiny is merely the outcome of what we do in the present thus we make out own destinies and somewhere in the middle are those who believe in a bit of both.

The very reasons why destiny has earned its candidature as a subject worth discussing or pondering over are due to the existence of two ideas that find themselves on the opposing extreme ends of the scale, the first being the idea that we are mechanically performing our predetermine tasks is least convincing and the second , on the contrary, being that of the existence of events that leaves one without doubt that there are things on which we have no control over and the only (rather the most convincing) explanation that seems to be able to explain these events is the existence of destiny.

My attempt here is to arrive at an explanation that will include the rationality from both the camps. The objective however is not to ‘cook up’ something with intent to cajole the opposing camps. As ever the reliance on reasoning will be paramount.

Let’s first try first to understand why the concept of destiny exists. One of the fundamental reasons why we cannot disprove the existence of destiny is because we cannot turn back time – if we could then it would only be question of going back in time and changing the course of destiny.
Let me try explaining my view using a very simple example. If I was given an option to eat either an apple or an orange and I ate the apple, then it would be said that I was destined to eat the apple. Now, if we had a provision to turn back time by which I could ‘go’ back in time (for the purpose of disproving the existence of destiny) and eat the orange instead (of the apple) then it would prove that destiny does not exist as we would be able to perform an (any) act as per our liking.
Of course the hard core proponents of destiny can claim that the entire sequence of events – me eating the apple first then performing a time travel and then consuming the orange, was destined and thus it happened. Their version of destiny can be defined as “Whatever has happened was as per destiny”. This is the fact that the proponents of destiny always harp onto, once an event has happened they will always have a case of saying “That was the way it was destined” and it so happens, obviously, that no one will ever be able to prove them wrong.

The underlying principle for this situation (inability to disprove the existence of destiny), I believe, is that when this kind of argument (of shifting the version of destiny from time to time) is placed then there is no reference against which a deviation can be shown.

Mathematically speaking
Assume that we (somehow) figure out the way an event is supposed to take place in time T, where T is an instance in the future. Let this event be represented by E0(T).
This can only be done by having somehow accurately predicting the future event.
Now that we know what is destined, we have an option to demonstrate that the event can be carried out in a manner that is different from E0(T). Let us represent the way the event will be differently carried out by E1(T). The existence of destiny can be disproved if we can objectively demonstrate any difference between E0(T) and E1(T).
The apparent simplicity of this proposition is, well, deceptive. The problem lies in the fact that there is no way of ‘accurately’ knowing or fixing E0(T) before it actually takes place, it will be known only once it has actually taken place but by that ‘time’ the instance would have elapsed and the only way to carryout E1(T) is by going back in time since we now will be in an instance (T+n) [where n is non zero]. Sadly time travel continues to be a fancy idea limited to the material churned out by Hollywood.

Randomness – The Silver Bullet: This is one agent that can ‘kill’ destiny singlehandedly. The theory of destiny primarily proposes that the way things are going to happen is in a predetermined way. If we can show that if the way an event is going to take place has certain randomness associated with it then destiny cannot exist as it will be impossible to know the outcome of a random action. Considering this proposition makes one believe that destiny must be dead for sure. There is so much of randomness all around that it makes one wonder if there exists anything that is not random. So how does destiny manage to survive in this difficult world – let’s find out.
Now let’s ponder over the criteria of randomness – what can be classified as random? At the simplest level a system can be classified to be random if it cannot perform an act in a repeatable manner. Let me give an example, the outcome of tossing of a coin can be considered as random with the either of the results having 50% probability - assuming an unbiased coin being used. Now the question is – is the coin the only thing that matters here – obviously not.

Randomness – KIA [End of Hope]: For the sake of simplicity I shall consider the case involving the tossing of a coin, letting it land on a solid surface and immediately acquire its final resting position without rolling. The final result of the toss will involve the following.


#
Parameter
Description
Repeatable
1.  
Coin’s initial position
The location at which the coin shall rest on the index finger (or any other finger) which forms the fulcrum.
Yes
2.  
The initial locking position of the thumb
This is the position of the thumb at which it is locked prior to its release to flip the coin.
Yes
3.  
Thumb Locking force
This force will be the trigger force required to release the thumb from its locking position and initiate the flipping of the coin. 
No
4.  
The flipping force
The flipping force that is applied will depend on the locking position and the force applied to lock the thumb with the finger acting as the fulcrum. It is this force that will provide the impetus for the coin to be flipped into air.
No

Tracing the source of randomness - If you would notice, the last two parameters have been marked as non-repeatable and it is these parameters/factors that provide the randomness to the result of a coin flip. If we delve in further we can find out the reason why these parameters are random.
The thumb, for providing the flipping action, is operated by two muscle groups (this information is an educated guess and these numbers are not critical). The muscles provide the flipping force but what determines the force would depend on the excitation voltage the muscle fibers receive from the brain. We can safely assume that if the same excitation voltage is applied to the same set of fibers then the force generated by the muscles will almost be the same (the deviation will be too small to cause any change in the result of the coin flip). So the randomness is not generated in the muscle fibers, rather it is traceable to the random voltage that is generated by the brain. Now the question is – what decides the voltage that brain generates at each coin flipping instance? We all accept the fact that brain is a supremely complex piece if machinery. The excitation voltage must be a function that is affected by a combination of several involuntary and voluntary aspects as well as the person’s mood. The change in mood can however be discounted if we are to assume that the there will not be any substantial change in the mood between successive coin flipping events. Even if we are to discount the effect of the involuntary factors, the question remains “Are we capable of repeating an action in a precise manner?” The answer to this question is a ‘No’. It might probably be because of the fact that our conscious mind neither perceives senses by absolute measurement rather goes by relative ‘feel’, say for example the temperature of an object is not perceived in any actuarial manner rather a relative term such as cold, warm or hot is used to describe it. The similar goes for the things we do with our motor system – our muscular actions too go by subjective descriptions soft touch, hard kick, slow pace etc and not by absolute scales in terms of pressure or force or acceleration etc. In this specific case (of flipping the coin) I can apply a force that will be an approximate of the force that I had applied earlier because there is no way for my brain to record the quantitative details of the action performed, even if it did there is no I can access and utilize it.
The conclusion being that our brains perceive senses and operate the muscular system on an approximation basis and it is this approximation that gets manifested in the form of randomness.

But the above explanation does not rule out randomness, rather I feel that randomness too becomes relative. As far as I (the entity engaging in the act of tossing) am concerned the result of a coin toss is random because it meets the requirement of being classified as random – the result of the toss is always probabilistic and never certain.

But is the act of tossing the coin random at all. Well, within the purview of the human body’s capabilities to faithfully repeat an action, the results of a coin flip are random indeed but if we are to look at the human body at a higher level it can be seen that the brain generaes the excitation voltage not on a random basis but on certain, however complex, underlying neuro-chemical reactions. It is the complexity of these underlying bases that makes it convincing that the operation is random but it is not.

Now if we had an advanced imaging system which could record the state of every neuron in my nervous system and accurately calculate the excitation voltage that would be generated by the system then, as far as the machine is concerned, the result of the coin toss will no longer remain random, it would indeed be a certainty.

What I can infer from the above mentioned points is that randomness of a system (in a given context) is a function of its capability to parametrically elucidate and manipulate parameters in manner so as to create the desired/predicted outcome.

So as go back to what we originally set upon (the concept of destiny), we will have to frame the above said proposition in a cognitive context. What goes into making something predictable is the completeness and complexity of the information required to fully understand it along with any associated implications. It should be noted that the idea of completeness of information is objective; however complexity is subjective and depends on the perceiver how they rate the complexity. Based on the level of information available and its perceived complexity a perceived phenomenon will find an appropriate place on the following chart.


#
Type
Description
1.     
Obvious
These are class of phenomenon whose results are so predictable that we are certain about their occurrence or results. For example the idea that sun will rise tomorrow is an obvious thing. The reason for its certainty is that we have been observing this phenomenon take place with such regularity and we know of no reason that can cause a deviation in the act of sun rising daily, even if there were reasons their probability of occurrence is so small then they will be considered to be impossible. For example the possibility of a comet appearing out of nowhere and destroying earth and thus cause the sun not to rise tomorrow seems impossible.
2.     
Probable
These are class of phenomenon whose occurrence or result are not as predictable to be classified as certain and neither are that unpredictable so as to term as random. For example the case of the forecast of the weather for the next day can be considered to be probable. The forecast is made based on details available from many sources however the exact nature of the weather will depend on many aspects which may have not been considered. Even if the parameters have been considered there exists the possibility of these parameters behaving differently from the predicted way. Then again it is unlikely that the forecast will deviate substantially from the actual.
3.     
Random
The occurrence or results of these phenomenons are completely unpredictable because the states of parameters that decide the outcome are unknown. For example the final resting place of a golf ball after teeing off is random because the topology of the golf course and the direction and speed with the wind might be blowing are more or less unknown.
Although a rough estimate of the balls final location may be predicted, the probability of it actually happening is so low that it can be considered to be random,

I will not be incorrect in saying that to classify if something (the subject) is random or not depends the thing itself and the entity/perceiver making the judgment.

In a way what we though to be the killer of destiny now seems to be the key factor that creates the illusion of destiny – randomness itself is a perception. When things become unpredictable due to lack of information and/or degree of complexity due to the involvement of large number of parameters and dynamic entities it becomes difficult (to the extent of being impossible in certain cases) to resolve them. Our minds find it easier to classify the outcomes of these situations as probable and as the situation worsens they get classified as random. The borders between things that are perceived as obvious, probable and random are hazy.

I feel that the lack of clear demarcation between three categories is again because the whole idea is subjective – the classification is based on a ‘feel’ and not on any absolute numbers (if there are any) and finally the entire act of classifying depends on the perceiver. Since there is nothing what can be considered to be the reference classifier the problem becomes all the more obvious (rather subjective).

Simply put, to which category a phenomenon gets classified depends on the perceiver’s cognitive capabilities and perspective.

Now look at this world as a large system, a system comprising of countless subsystems/entities interacting with each other. Each of these entities has set of input parameters and a set of rules/formulas associated with these parameters which determine the nature of the output parameters. Say for example I as a person have numerous parameters based on which my nature/behavior/reaction is based on. The society can be seen as a set of similar entities who are interacting with each other.

Of Prediction and likes: It’s always nice to think to have a the capability to predict the future and take appropriate actions for a desired outcome. Well it will indeed be a great thing to have but it’s not that simple we need to understand that this world (also) comprises of entities whose action depends on the actions that you take. For example take the case of an auction and I have this magic orb in which I can see the future. For the sake of simplicity I will consider only one competitor - let call him Competitor (PJ ladies & Gentle men, an extreme PJ). If the orb tells me that Competitor is going to buy the goods for 100 bucks then I could pitch in for 101 bucks and think of winning the bid. Well that’s where the sweet dream ends, Competitor’s actions are based on the actions that I take – the rule that Competitor follows it “bid more than the other guy” so we cannot go purely by what the orb has to tell – because the orb tell us of a version of the future that would have the outcome of action taken by me and Competitor. Whiteout beating around the bush I will say what I intend to say – the future is the outcome of the way the present is acted upon. There is no clearly defined future, actually there is nothing called as the future. Future is the projection that we create inside our heads based on our experience. There are components in the future that can be classified under one of the three categories we had earlier defined, but where each component finds itself will depend on the perceiver which in turn will depend on the availability of information that will help the perceiver ‘feel’ things better and the and ability combined with the perspective of the perceiver.

So, the million dollar question – is there anything called destiny. The answer that I can think of is in the form of another question – Is there anything called night? Just as the way the existence of day does not, in any way, prove the non existence of night the existence of predictable things does not rule out the existence of things that ‘seem’ to be random and acts of destiny. It all depends on how one wants to look at it.
There is no clear cut border between day and night and in the same way there is no clear demarcation between the obvious and random.

If I was to consider the case where night is the situation involving compromised visibility and thus unsuitable for doing work and day the other way around then it depends on the individual when they want to stop working. Those who leave things on destiny call it quits at the onset of evening but those who believe in their actions carry on, armed with torches they wade their way though darkness. Not that they have cat like eyes (some of them actually do) their threshold of considering something to be dark is much higher – these are the leaders, the real trailblazers, the masters of their own destiny.



Friday, April 30, 2010

Conventional

Convention is the way something was done unconventionally for the last time.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Glassy Relations

Glass and Relations have one thing in common - neither should be tested for their strength by breaking them.