MECHANICS VS. MICRO ECONOMICS

Come, fall in love. I wonder why no one ever rises up!

So… what exactly is this love? Is it a flowchart of events and activities, one following the other, interspersed with a lot of decision making boxes? Is it a series of functions, one dependent on the other? Or is it a set of events comprising a universal set?

Phew… Love gets complicated and imaginary for an engineer.

So, is love about managing expectations, and putting forward winning negotiations? Or is it some call-put option paying a better ROI than equity? Or is it a straight line on the demand-supply curve?

Phew… Love gets methodical and results oriented with deadlines, for a manager.

Let me tell you a story of one such engineer and a manager exploring this untrodden path, gradually discovering something like love.

E met M one December…
E was an engineer in all his heart and soul. M was fresh out of her b-school. The two hit off instantly as friends. What followed were a zillion movies, dining over M’s apple-sauce… E never spoke much, yet their conversations were vivid and fun. More than a year went past, when one day M sensed something different. A feeling she never felt before…
What was it? A sheepish truth lay bare in front of her eyes. She confronted her thoughts and fears with E, while he listened patiently as always.

Both of them felt it, but neither understood. They tried uncovering it with logic and weaving it up with unsolicited philosophies of pragmatism. But nothing fell into place…

E said:

I am a confused soul
With no aspiration, no goal
I live life my way
Come whatever may
For me - out of sight is out of mind
Doesn’t take me long to unwind...
Frivolity is in my skin
No one heart will I win…

M said:

I can’t stay confused forever
We have to admit it now or never
You aren’t even sure who you are
Besides, in a while you’ll be very far…
Attachment is what women seek
Be it from a smoothie, or a geek
Thinking is painstaking for both you and me
Let’s admit it… parting ways is the key…

Silence filled the air. An empty void fogged their hitherto impeccant minds at this very thought of impending separation. They bought some time from destiny… That story will soon end… However, what’s interesting to note in this story is how it all emerged…
Life is neither mechanics nor micro-economics… Its way beyond logic and reasoning, in a word, it’s weird!

Cherish the good times, forget the bad days.
This simple recipe will make life taste like ambrosia.

As they discover this path towards understanding this zaniness, I leave you pondering over the same with George Benson’s finest words…

You don't know how lips hurt
Until you've kissed and had to pay the cost
Until you've flipped your heart and you have lost
You don't know what love is

Lips that taste of tears lose their taste for kissing indeed.

Moral of the story: Apply sweet flavored lip balm. Life is all about tastefulness. :D

- Ships