Sunday, November 16, 2008

Protect your MEMES!


Well we knew that our genes were the primary key for mapping us into human beings. Every one of us have this unique gene sequencing that dictates how we are, and to some extent how we behave. We don't quite change the way we are as we grow up, but we evolve in the way we behave.

This is learning, and is influenced by what we see, we hear and we retain. It also depends at the level of granularity in our learning. When we first learn to count, we are told to associate "1" with "One". And we are made to count apples, and oranges, and horses, and buttons, and whole lot of things; to make us understand that counting is an universal idea which doesn't depend on what we are counting. And then if we are shown "1.00000", we might not relate to "One", unless someone tells us about the "concept" of decimals.

Consider the following situation.

We have a new born baby, Calvin. He is just opening his eyes, so we assume that he hasn't learned anything so far, other than the fact that the world is indeed a hostile place to live in.

He is shown three balls of the same parameters (size, color, shape or any other parameter that Calvin can read in). Then we take them away from him, one by one. At this point of learning, he sees just the difference in the "number of objects" that he sees. He would not have any idea about the color, size or shape of the object he is shown, because we are not varying that parameter. He hasn't so far learned the "concept" of color, shape or size.

Now if we repeat the same experiment using three pyramids, which have the same color as the balls we used. Then Calvin, gets to understand that shape is a parameter he can read through his eyes, but the prime learning still remains the same. He still counts down from three to zero. He might take a bit longer to actually count 3, 2 and 1 this time. But he is beginning to understand that counting shouldn't depend on 'what' he is counting, if the 'what' is "shape".

If we change one attribute at a time, and provide him with enough sample; Calvin would slowly begin to understand that counting shouldn't depend on the shape, color, or size.

Note of warning. If we showed him 4 pyramids instead of 3, that would mess his mind. Because then he might think that pyramids come in bunches 4 first, and then they go away one by one, so they are different from balls because of the initial count being different. And he might not learn to differentiate based on the shape, size or color. So lets not mess with his mind, you love Calvin don't you?

But the point to note here is; if you wanted, you could mess with Calvin's mind!

You just could have changed two parameters at a time (your grand mom did that to you, so you had to unlearn and then learn counting again? and now you want revenge!?); or you could change the order of the counting, zero to three instead of three to zero (we anyway started with a weird way of counting backwards; so Calvin would have a hard time if someone told him to count and separate 50 apples from a pile! Calvin would start from an arbitrary heap of apples assuming it has 50 apples, and then he'd count to zero. If he had excess to start with he'd be okay, or else he'd have to redo with a bigger pile. This is assuming that he hasn't yet learned how to add, and thus cannot break his problem down into sub problems).

Anyway, so the conclusion is that you could devise N number of ways to mess up Calvin's mind. But you chose not to, instead you carefully selected what Calvin is learning, so that he learns it right.

When we grow up, there is no one who filters what we learn. So we take in a whole lot of wrong things along with a whole lot of right things. "Concepts" or "Units of Learning" are what we call "memes".

Wiki: A meme (pronounced /mi:m/) consists of any idea or behavior that can pass from one person to another by learning or imitation. Examples include thoughts, ideas, theories, gestures, practices, fashions, habits, songs, and dances. Memes propagate themselves and can move through the cultural sociosphere in a manner similar to the contagious behavior of a virus.

Like our genes dictate "how we are", our memes dictate "who we are". So it is very important to protect our memes, and not let viral memes propagate through us.

Memes can be good or bad, weak or strong. Strong memes capture our minds easily, and are easier to retain in our memory and to replicate. Weaker memes, like weaker genes die out in the competition if not protected. We have to be careful about not letting our minds being taken over by 'strong bad memes'. And we have to be extra careful to protect our 'weak good memes'. Memes might be dependent on each other, and then they are called memeplexes. Memeplexes are a group of memes which are mutually supportive, and thus together become evolutionarily successful, but not independently.

To give an example, "honesty" is a weak good meme. But "greed" is a strong bad meme. Marketing is all about creating strong good memes about your product, or about creating strong bad memes about your competitors. Now there can always be a debate on which memes are good, and which are bad. We can only hope that our decision on good and bad memes are not dictated by the bad memes which are already replicating through our masses.

What we see in the media, what we read in our newspapers; everything is custom made to make us think in a particular way. Sometimes these memes that are promoted through the media are strong enough to hack into our meme-pools and create strong bad memes. Sometimes its the other way around; we could watch a movie and it then imbibes a strong good meme which might totally change the view we have about a certain thing, for good! Religious ideas are good examples of memeplexes. Religions are really strong memeplexes, and thus generate strong beliefs and emotions.


The truth is, every aspect of our lives are dictated by the memes that we harbor in our minds, and by the memes that we take in every moment. So we have to be extra cautious in maintaining our meme pool, because its much tougher than maintaining our gene pool!

Here is some background info:

Richard Dawkins coined the word "meme" as a neologism in his book The Selfish Gene (1976) to describe how one might extend evolutionary principles to explain the spread of ideas and cultural phenomena.

Meme-theorists contend that memes evolve by natural selection (similar to Darwinian biological evolution) through the processes of variation, mutation, competition, and inheritance influencing an individual entity's reproductive success. Thus one can expect that some memes will propagate less successfully and become extinct, while others will survive, spread, and (for better or for worse) mutate.

"Memeticists argue that the memes most beneficial to their hosts will not necessarily survive; rather, those memes that replicate the most effectively spread best, which allows for the possibility that successful memes may prove detrimental to their hosts."


Philosopher and scientist Dan Dennett argues that human consciousness and free will are the result of physical processes and are not what we traditionally think they are. Something worth pondering upon!

Protect your little Calvin.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Betrayed

This is a play adapted by Mr. George Packer based on his own article he wrote for The New Yorker. I saw this play on Thirteen/WNET, which is a part of PBS. I just love this channel.

Getting back to the play, this play is based on real stories of Iraqis who risk their lives to work as interpreters for the US Embassy in Bagdad. They don't do that because they love to see their country being occupied by the Americans, but they hope that the Americans would help them to rebuild their country, and help them live free lives in their own country. Just hope. They've learned the English language, and they love to see the Americans around and connect to their sense of freedom and free will. America promises them a new beginning to their torn lives.

But they are still Iraqis, working in the American Embassy; so they are not trusted by the Americans. But they cannot just stop being brothers to other Iraqis, who might hate the Americans. Anyway, so they don't get any extra privilege over other Iraqis, for any of the service they provide. No extra security, no extra treatment. But they still work for the Embassy. As Intisar says in the play, "It’s not because I’m brave. It’s because I am tired." She wants to get to ride a bicycle through the roads of Bagdad; that is her sense of freedom. But she gets killed by her own people because she was brave enough to remove her Hijab, and do a job to support her family when men sat jobless.

The Americans only get to to talk to Iraqis who would like to see them around, and people whom the Americans want to see in power in Iraq; they just don't get to talk to the "right people". So for them, the picture is all too rosy, because they see themselves as the good guys here. They are trying to remove an anarchy, and trying to restructure the social and political fabric. Good, but you got to watch out, because these are very sensitive issues; people involvement is core to transition. That is exactly when things start to go wrong, when human emotions are ignored, and political aspirations are promoted.

Our fellow Iraqis who work for the Americans are looked upon as traitors by their own fellow Iraqi brothers. They get threatened, and killed, for being responsible citizens and for earning their bread through civilized means. They are working for the Americans, whats wrong with that when there is otherwise no way out, and no economy to support them? When there is a lot of stupidity, everyone tries to make the best out of it, even though it might make him look stupid. But who cares when everyone is stupid!

There is no absolute right, and no absolute wrong. Its the circumstance that is wrong. So there is no use blaming anyone for the mess. Its part of nature to mess things up, and increase the entropy, and human nature only adds to it. Someone has to put an effort to get things back into order.

So there are these Iraqis who want their country to be free from all hypocrisy, and they are willing to cooperate with the world outside to bring change to their country. They find themselves betrayed, by their own people; by America; by the world. Laith says, "
The Americans didn’t want me, and the Iraqis didn’t want me. Where will I go? Help yourself by yourself, that’s the best way. Find a solution for yourself. But I can’t see any solution. I am, how do you say it, hung out to dry."

This play made me understand a lot about the Iraqi people and what they are going through. Hope that people understand what is at stake, and do something about it. Thanks to Culture Project for an excellent production.

Friday, August 8, 2008

Mutant X

The following piece of shit was recorded on a kolkata local train. The protagonists involved are Lil' Johnny and Fadar Johnny.

Lil' J: Dad! Dad! See! Cows! They are eating grass!

Fadar J: Yes kid, they love to eat grass.

Lil' J: Do you love eating grass too?

Fadar J: No, we humans have a lot more tastier things to eat :)

Lil' J: Okay. But don't you think we can be more independent and free if we could eat grass? I wouldn't have to study. And, and .. uh you wouldn't need to go to office! :)

Now that is a very intelligent question. Fadar J feels proud that his kid is so bright.

Fadar J: Well, you can say so. But there aren't much vitamins and proteins in grass. So you wouldn't have been so bright, had you been eating grass all your life. You'd be good enough just to produce milk. Would you have liked that?

Lil' J: No. But why do I need to be bright? Its always about doing good in studies, and ultimately about earning money! What if I don't need all that. I can eat grass and be happy! I can run around in the meadows, and play all day under the sun.

Fadar J gets the feeling that this might spiral out of control. He still maintains his calm. He gets philosophical.

Fadar J: Well kid. Its not always about the money, you see. You have to enjoy doing what you are doing. You can play all day now, but it would get boring if you had to do that all your life.

Lil' J: Yes you are right, dad. umm.. so I guess I wouldn't play that much when I get older... But what else would I do then?

Fadar J: You'd probably have to take care of people around you, and act more responsibly.

Lil' J: Okay, I am a good guy, so assume all that's done :) Anything else?

Fadar J: Kid! That alone would take most of the time of your life. Assuming that you'd grow up strong and able :) , you'd have to do something to feed the people and other such organisms who'd depend upon you.

Lil' J: Hmmm...

Lil' J: Dad, I think life is very boring. What should I do when I grow up?


Fadar J: Don't think about it so much kid. You'd get to know when you grow up.

Lil' J: Bad answer. What can change, and so drastic when I grow up? Why does everyone give the same answer, dad? I don't think I'd change even a bit when I grow up. So this question would come back to me anyway. So I want to have an answer now. Do you see what I mean dad?


Fadar J: Hmmm...

Fadar J: Okay kid. Let me tell you then. These very questions bugged me too. They bug me even now. Just that I've stopped thinking. Because I've understood that you can never have an answer.


Lil' J: I love you dad! :) But why can't we have an answer?

Fadar J: Accept the truth kid, every question doesn't have an answer.

Lil' J: I don't believe that dad! There must always be something you can say to any question that is being asked to you! Otherwise how can you differentiate between artificial intelligence and human intelligence?

Fadar J: Wow! Wow! Hold it! Hold it there kid! This can get serious. I have done a PhD in AI. You really want it kid? C'on then! Pack your punch!

Lil' J: I love you so much dad! :) Let's play a game. You keep asking me "Why?". And I would keep answering those questions. I would answer them all! Thats my challenge! :)

Fadar J: Okay. But your answers must always be verifiable by proven scientific laws/axioms/theorems. And you can never consciously allow the session to go into a loop.

Lil' J: I have one objection, at the very outset. Why do you want the answers to be verifiable scientifically? I understand that we humans have discovered those laws to make our thinking easier and standardized. But the truth could actually be much beyond all that, can't it be? Umm.. okay I accept your rule for now. We'd bring up this debate again if we actually face a situation.

Fadar J: Lets get going then?!

Lil' J: Okay. I start first.

The discussion by now had managed to attract some curious, yet laid back, onlookers. They are equally bored in life, and more so because they are on a train. But they too have probably stopped asking all these questions, and accepted their 'fate' or whatever that means. But these people are still excited to know the outcome, with the minimum effort possible.

Lil' J: (saying it loud so that the people around can hear) So should I start with an easy topic, so that we can have a longer session? Or should I start with the toughest metaphysical problem I've ever heard? So then we'd get to the truth much faster!

Lil' J is acting smart. He doesn't even have an idea about what metaphysics is all about :)

Fadar J: Anything kid!

Lil J: Okay. Say we have Mr. X, he works hard.

Fadar J: Why?

Lil' J: He has to feed his wife, kid and a dog.

Fadar J: Why?

Lil' J: Because he was a fool! He thought he was going to have a great life with a beautiful woman by his side. But he ends up in this deep soup, where he has to work hard like a donkey. He has got a kid who is donkey too, who keeps asking questions :) The only good thing in his life is the dog! That woman is a good human being and a good mother, but she keeps wasting his time and money on nothing constructive.

Fadar J: Hmmm. Why?

Lil 'J: Because she too is aimless in life.

Fadar J: Why?

Lil' J: Because she never asks questions. She thinks she's too grown up to ask such questions. How foolish! She should help him find an aim in life, other than just making babies and taking care of them.

Fadar J: Why?

Lil' J: Because thats why I suppose they got married. Because they thought they could complement each other, ask questions and get solutions to all problems of life. And .. and then do something great! Something that would change the way the world thinks. No ... that was probably too much to expect. But, they soon got bored of each other. But at least they dreamed about getting a really intelligent kid, who'd ask a lot of questions, and make their life interesting again!

Fadar J: Why?

Lil' J: Because they had good genes themselves. So they expected the crossover to yield good results. Unfortunately that didn't happen :)

Fadar J: Why? :) .... Watch out kid! You are entering hostile space. There are lots of scud missiles lying around idle!

Lil' J: Because something wierd happened with the molecules. A didn't bind with T but G instead. So C didn't find anyone to bind with. The biology books had to be re-written. They had earlier claimed that A binds with T, G with C always! And Mr. X had assumed it to be true. How foolish. He should have found it out himself rather than relying on those mad scientists. So the crossover gene was basically equivalent to a mutant gene ... But the kid was very happy that he was a mutant.

Fadar J: Why?

Lil' J: Because he could think 'thoda hatke' :) Isn't that exciting!?

Fadar J: I love you kid for the way you are. But I got to say that this is getting really boring! :)

Lil' J: Thats why I love you so much dad! Because you too get bored like me, and then we can play such awesome games like this! :)

Fadar J: :)

Monday, July 21, 2008

Life so trivial

Leaving town tonight
Heart doesn't want to
On high spirits
Easing my pain
Dusty windshield
Watch the road ahead

Road signs glaring bright
Rock song on my stereo
Banging head, keep eye open
Tail lights at a distance
Speeds away around the bend

Bright lights keep company
As my senses give me away
Leaving behind a wasted life
Chasing my dreams
Happy days under the sun

Speed away from life
Escape the inevitable
What irony life spells
Try to make sense
Numbed thoughts blue veins

Little girl, cold feet
Dead leaf bring life
So much to light a fire
Cook food, comfort the fingers
Cruel nature gave few twigs
Cross road, hope in her wings

Saw her, a fleeting glimpse
Soft touch no escape
Lying dead on the highway
Cold night cold senses
Warm blood trickles and freezes
Headlights burning, only hope
As life turns white and fades away

Stand trembling, blood rushes
Is it the cold or is it fear
Causing death chasing life
Looking in from the outside
I did sin I did crime

Pick her lifeless body
Blood on my hands bring back senses
As conscience rush orders
Hands drained of feelings
Still feel the warmth
Of human touch

Feel her soul
Another life, another dream
Hold onto her, hold tight
Like my little sister
Big hug, bidding her farewell
Travel to the unknown
Life so trivial

Can't think anymore
I stand there still
As world comes clear
Dreams sound unreal
Coming full circle now
Life so trivial

Monday, July 7, 2008

The Old Banyan Tree

The words that I speak
Keep drifting in my head
Can't seem to get over them
No one is listening
As the walls reflect them back to me

Blowing bubbles in the sun
Bursting little drops on my face
I wipe them off with my dirty hands
Muck on my face
Smell of wet earth fill my lungs

Ants march, follow the smell
Men walk on the same old lanes
They follow the money around
Keep walking, someone says
Aimless thoughts clutter my head
As I lie on dead grass

Morning breeze on my face
Sit up, wonder what life has to offer
Children playing, mothers smiling
Was my mom thinking the same
When I was out there playing
Do things change
We march on in life

I sit alone
Tearing grass to while my time
Time doesn't fly
My world stands there gasping
At the emptiness inside

Would I run or sit under a tree dreaming
Others leave me behind
Run to the hills
As the sun plays hide and seek
Dead thoughts finds way to my diary
I'd keep them with me, my times of grief

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Still looking for an answer ...

5:30 a.m. : Everyone is fast asleep.

Gaurav, Namita and their 5 year old kid Vishal sleep together on their grand 7 feet by 7 feet super sized bed, laid out neatly in one side of their happy little studio apartment in Bandra. The heavy and thick curtains with rich fabric keeps their room warm and dark all night.

A perfect room for Vishal who watches all his cartoon characters and stars glowing on the walls and the ceiling ... till his wide eyes close by themselves. But, both of his eyes don't close shut together...

Generally Vishal studies by leaning and resting on his left elbow. Repeated efforts by his mom to rectify his habit hasn't worked. Probably Vishal's left brain is heavier compared to his right one! He is definitely brighter than kids of his age. He talks less, observes more. Anyway, this habit of his leaves his left eye more strained. So its the left eye which closes first when he falls asleep... then the right. The slowly he slips into REM (rapid eye movement) sleep, left first ... right next.

He is just five, but his brain is of a 13 year old. This has happened because he eats lots of Brahmi saag, Branolia, fish, Chawanprash and Complan everyday. Anyway, so all his dreams are skewed. He regularly sees Lindsay Lohan, Britney Spears, Shakira and Alezee in his dreams. He used to see Aishwarya also, but never since she got married to that bearded hip-shaking pervert.

Now remember, his left eye almost always close first and then the right? It seems like he is winking at them!

"Wow! A five-year old kid winking at me! He must be really cool!"

So all the damsels wanna be friends with him... Shakira, Lohan, Britney, Courtney, Niomi, ... they all come one by one and Vishal can see a full fledged MTV show right at the dead of night. And his parents can't use any child protection lock on these channels that Vishal subscribes to every night! What fun!

5:31 a.m. : Peep-peep Peep-peep Peep-peep ...

Gaurav never sets his alarm on even numbered minutes. He'd set it at 31 minutes past 5, but not 30 minutes. Some superstition maybe ... even he doesn't know why he does it.

He sits up on his bed. Vishal is still sleeping using his mom as a side pillow.

"Lucky brat! He is having such a nice time with my wife... and I am left alone in the cold! :-X"

He stops his alarm, gets down from bed and splashes some water on his face.

His face looks really tired. He is having a rough time at office. His firm's sales haven't reached the target that was set during the start of the financial year, and everyone is facing the brunt of the management now.

"Those buggers don't know how to handle business! Money, money, money! Is that all? Are they thinking about whether or not they are adding value to the society at large?"

No! Thats what bugs Gaurav. Anyway, thats something Gaurav can't do much about now. He is earning a hefty amount, and he is supposed to get the work done and keep shut. He has been doing that for over a year now, and he'd probably have to do that for the rest of his life...

He has had a happy marriage. A very energetic and intelligent wife, a bright kid. His mom and dad have passed away and he never had a place he could call home for a long time. Now he has got a perfect place to go back after office and relax ... he calls it his home now. His wife multi-roles as a wife, a friend, a mom, a sister and ... And he plays a similar role for his wife. Happy life!

But there are things that bug him still. No not bed bugs! I mean bugs in the whole fabricated software called 'life'.

Why is he alive? I mean is he serving some great purpose by being alive? All he does is, creates monetary value for some one else. His efforts make sure that both he and his enterprise gets enough money to sustain itself, and also make merry while the sun shines. But why? Is he any different as to where he stands in life compared to a poor guy on the street?

What difference is there between a rich and a poor guy? The rich guys sits on leather upholstery and dresses in fine linen, eats good food, and moves around in nice looking cars. The poor guys sits on the hard cemented pavement, gets drenched and baked in the scorching sun, dresses in tatters, eats shit, and doesn't quite need to move around because he has nowhere to go ...

End of day; the rich guy goes to sleep on a soft bed, has a beautiful lady by his side to pamper him. The poor guy goes to sleep under the street light, along with the street dogs barking all around him for food. The poor guy would also probably be hungry, but he won't bark, because he knows very well by now how cruel and selfish the world is. He goes to sleep silently. Maybe some day he'd just die there lying, another silent death. Would the world turn back and look at him? No.

Okay Gaurav is again thinking too much. He has a reason to be alive now, because he has a family to take care of. His wife and kid whom he loves so much. All his dreams and hard work is to build a perfect world around them. Thats what he is doing.

Gaurav thinks along these line, and he thinks a lot. It hasn't made any difference to his life so far, or anyone else's. Is it going to be like this forever or would there be some change? Would some UFO suddenly shoot out of the clouds and clear Gaurav's thoughts? Nah ... that won't happen. Gaurav has to find a way out.

Read on! ...

Monday, March 24, 2008

The Story Of A Goat

A goat ! Did you read that right?
Yes you did.
Now why would I be interested in a goat?
(A) I am jobless
(B) I am insane
(C) This blog is another piece of shit
(D) None of these

Correct answer:
(D)
Did you have a different answer?
You were wrong. Just shut up and read!

Say you are in the middle of yet another bitching-about-life-and-people-party, suddenly someone stands up and says "Did I hear you guys mentioning about a goat?" How much fun would that be? I bet I'd enjoy that a lot!

Well ... the point is, stop bitching!

Read the following story and free your mind.

Jack The Guy lost his tooth. He had saved it since when it had come off. He called up his friend, Nimho The Other Guy. He was the one who had pulled out Jack The Guy's tooth when it got loose. Nimho The Other Guy knew how much Jack The Guy valued his tooth. He insisted that they both go out together to meet Lazydant The Dentist and see if he has stolen it.

Lazydant The Dentist is rich. He looks after Bunny The Rabit's teeth. Bunny The Rabbit pays $1 for every Wormo The Bacteria that Lazydant The Dentist picks out. Lazydant The Dentist first takes Wormo The Bacteria and washes him with citric acid. Then Lazydant The Dentist puts Wormo The Bacteria under a scanning tunneling microscope and dissects out Wormo The Bacteria's heart. Then Lazydant The Dentist pierces the beating heart with a needle and roasts it with the yellow hot flame of Butterflay Matchstick.

All this while, Bunny The Rabbit sits with one leg on his other and thinks about Bunty The Rabbit, who is Bunny The Rabbits ex-girlfriend. They broke up because Bunty The Rabbit hated the Wormo The Bacteria that squirmed and tickled Bunty The Rabbit on her cheek whenever she kissed Bunny The Rabbit. At least Bunny The Rabbit thought so. Since then Bunny The Rabbit had become very angry on Wormo The Bacteria and Bunny The Rabbit gets Wormo The Bacteria murdered in lukewarm blood by Lazydant The Dentist.

Lazydant The Dentist is rich but he is a very bad man. He steals teeth from small children and uses them to replace Bunny The Rabbit's teeth when they fall off. When Jack The Guy and Nimho The Other Guy reached Lazydant The Dentist's chamber, they found Lazydant The Dentist shitting on his bed pan.

Lazydant The Dentist is lazy. Lazydant The Dentist lives with Hara The Pattagobi. He keeps Hara The Pattagobi near his pillow and eats Hara The Pattgobi everyday whenever he wakes up from sleep unless he is killing Wormo The Bacteria from Bunny The Rabbit's tooth or if he is not busy stealing teeth from innocent kids like Jack The Guy or Nimho The Other Guy.

Jack The Guy and Nimho The Other Guy saw this as the perfect opportunity to beat up Lazydant The Dentist while he was still shitting, because Lazydant The Dentist is too lazy to make a move while he is shitting. So our Jack The Guy and Nimho The Other Guy first beats Lazydant The Dentist by randomly simulating a beating pattern using the random number generator they were carrying. Then Jack The Guy started pulling Lazydant The Dentist by his hair, which had become all green because he had been eating Hara The Pattagobi all his life. Jack The Guy was very angry. Jack The Guy stuffed all the green hair that had come out into Lazydant The Dentist's mouth and made him eat it. Then Nimho The Other Guy took a plier and pulled out all of Lazydant The Dentist's teeth, which were all green too because he had ate Hara The Pattagobi all these years. The rest of it is too gory to be described.

Lazydant The Dentist died a lazy death. He just lay there in that state for the next 1 month, but didn't die, because he was so lazy in dying. His heart beat started decaying exponentially at first, but then later it became almost asymptotic to the time axis.

Bunny The Rabbit had the greatest shock of his life. He found out a jar full of Wormo The Bacteria that Lazydant The Dentist used to preserve and used to insert them into Bunny The Rabbit's teeth to make them infected, so that Bunny The Rabbit had to come back again and again. Bunny The Rabbit made Lazydant The Dentist eat all the Wormo The Bacteria that were swimming in the jar, and then he kicked Lazydant The Dentist because Lazydant The Dentist was the sole reason of Bunny The Rabbit breaking up with Bunty The Rabbit. Lazydant The Dentist still didn't die, he was so lazy in dying.

Bunny The Rabbit explained to Bunty The Rabbit the whole story, and luckily Bunty The Rabbit was still single. Bunny The Rabbit told her that Bunny The Rabbit had loved Bunty The Rabbit all along. Bunty The Rabbit slapped Bunny The Rabbit for being so silly, and told Bunny The Rabbit that all that Bunty The Rabbit ever told Bunny The Rabbit was all to make fun of Bunny The Rabbit and Bunty The Rabbit never meant to hurt Bunny The Rabbit. Bunny The Rabbit and Bunty The Rabbit did not live happily ever after. Bunty The Rabbit died in a freak accident. Bunty The Rabbit was chasing Bunny The Rabbit through an open field, just like Dia Mirza would have done for her heart-throb Maddy in RHTDM, when she stepped on Bunny The Rabbit's tail and fell. Bunty The Rabbit suffered multiple fractures in her heart, and she was declared carried and brought dead.

What a sad ending to such a sad story.