I have a summer stretching before me in the sweltering heat of Kanpur, and as usual i have loads of ideas or things i COULD do.
But mostly we end up not remembering or not doing...so i am going to make a list of things i Could do in the summer,and at the end of it we could have a progress report :)
~Get a B in the course,Somehow.
~Gliding,log some hours in there,
~Read some good novels.
~Check out Sandman,graphic novels, manga etc (Book Club/Net).
~Watch Movies,Documentaries,Critically acclaimed stuff in the form of video.
~Listen to a variety of musikk!
~Learn Photography online,
~Go on photography tours of campus.
~Make a movie!That would be fun.
~Get around Kanpur,Go touring a few places nearby.
~WRITE.The novel idea,and also submitting articles online for various places...
~Learn the Guitar basics(Ketan's and Bhatele's if there).
~Synth (Amit Nayak's?Should be there).
~Help out in the Minimum Wage Volunteers stuff!
~Learn Photoshop and/0r Corel Draw and/or Movie editing.
~BLOG!Get the blog to hit off the big tym.
~The comics idea?Do something about it!
~Distance Education!C'mon!
~Play Football,Badminton,Tennis Phatta etc etc.
~Do some good work in Antaragni Marketing,Techriti PR.
~Do the F'in Crossword Regularly!
~Gym!?!If Jobless!.
Will keep editing this list as idea's keep popping up :)
Monday, May 12, 2008
Friday, May 9, 2008
Tom Lehrer...Satirical Genius
Yesterday, Youtube and a friends help together, helped me find this amazing artist..Tom Lehrer.
Tom ~a Jew and a mathematician and piano player in the 50's and 60's.He plays the piano wonderfully, and his lyrics are plain classic. Hilarious and thought-provoking, i am plain ecstatic on finding this guy!
My favorites..
Poisoning Pigeons in the Park~
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yhuMLpdnOjY
The Vatican Rag~
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3f72CTDe4-0
Who's Next~
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8FgMTAj4f_o
Check out the other Tom Lehrer videos on Youtube too.
Tom ~a Jew and a mathematician and piano player in the 50's and 60's.He plays the piano wonderfully, and his lyrics are plain classic. Hilarious and thought-provoking, i am plain ecstatic on finding this guy!
My favorites..
Poisoning Pigeons in the Park~
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yhuMLpdnOjY
The Vatican Rag~
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3f72CTDe4-0
Who's Next~
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8FgMTAj4f_o
Check out the other Tom Lehrer videos on Youtube too.
Friday, May 2, 2008
Written Long Long Back,Incomplete
A middle-aged man sat on the chair in the middle of the room,feet outstretched on the small rectangular table set before him. Paper's and newspaper-cuttings lay neatly piled on the mahogany piece and the room was filled with hazy smoke rising from the man's cigar...
He let his eyes roam over the room,and what he saw pleased him,bringing a satisfied smile to his face.Four bookshelves lined the dimly lit room, filled with books labeled alphabetically and ordered neatly in rows of two.All sorts of books,ranging from the seemingly boring "Geography of Lagos" to "Time's Arrow,Time's Cycle" lined the shelves...he loved reading.It was a passion of his and also helped in relieving stress...he collected books and devoured them by the dozens. Also, an extensive knowledge of things in general always helped. Especially in a profession like his...
He slowly tapped his cigar on the square ash-tray on his table...immersed in thought. The ashtray was a souvenir of the old days...back when he was a field agent in Kabul. Kabul...the memories brought a twisted smile onto his lips. His face parted into a grin, which barely reached his sunken eyes.His Eyes. Cold. Calculating. Ruthless. Many a person had shrunk away from them, as if they were burning coals. His eyes were of an electric black, and dark shadows underlined them. Kabul...he shook himself out of it and concentrated on the task at hand.
The tiniest of frowns appeared on his face. Scarecrow should have reported back by now...he had been detailed to carry out the final crucial sequence of the Deception, itself a crucial part of his Grand Scheme...and report back immediately. What if he had failed...the thought vanished as soon as it had begun to form. Scarecrow was the best of them all when it came to finishing a particular job, and was best suited to him next only to Himself. And Camdus had expressed full confidence in him. Dear old Camdus. Nobody could ever play a part like him. He hadn't seen Camdus in months...he believed in full indiscretion. No, he wouldn't let it fail. The job had been done. What he needed now was patience. But he was getting frustrated...he hoped for Scarecrow that he report back soon.
As his cigar burned out,he removed his feet from the table and stood up...dusting hias shirt as he did so. Upright, he was even more formidable than sitting. He was of average height, probably around five foot eight to six. The captain of his College Rugby squad back in the days he used to go to college, he was well built and could be deceptively quick. He had a handsome faec, and his black hair was parted neatly down the sides. He was dressed immaculately, a sleek black shirt along with black pants. A Rolex adorned his left hand...Order and Method was his mantra. He believed anything is possible, as long as order and precision prevail.
He looked at himself on the life-size mirror on the far wall. He smiled..again, it barely reached his eyes. What he saw was a capable man, a ruthlessly capable one at that. He looked much older than he was..but he had always known it would be this way ever since he had joined, and as he rose through the ranks, it helped him in more ways than one. He turned back and strode to the shelf...and was just about to pick up "On the Psyche of Men", when the phone rang. A flicker of relief flashed in his face before it regained its customary stoniness. Here was Scarecrow. A tad late perhaps but he was ready to forgive him as long as the assignment had been carried out well, it was central to his plans Without haste, he calmly strode towards the black handset on his desk,and picked it up.
"Well?" He asked. He didn't need to check if it was Scarecrow, only to a select few did he give his number, dealing with others through other indirect means. And he had hell to pay who had the cheek to call him without anything urgent.
"Yes, Thak-Shair." The rough voice of Scarecrow came confidently through the lines. "Operation a complete success. Victim didn't suspect anything. Operation Deception on the whole completed to satisfaction."
The man couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief. It had taken years this. He and Camdus had been otting this for months. It was finally over.
"Any eye-witnesses you had to take care of?" The man asked. The innocent weren't his responsibility. It wasn't his fault that they happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.
"No,Sir." Scarecrow replied, with what sounded like a twinge of regret. He didn't mind loosing off a few extra rounds.
"Resistance ?"
"Didn't see me coming,O Thak-Shair. I shot him from the back. Exact center of the chest, i made sure."
"Have you reported to Camdus? ". Camdus was the direct superior of Scarecrow in this delicate assignment, but he always followed the policy of getting all the facts first before the other. Facts could be tampered with. And Loyalty wasn't a surety like in the old days.
"There was no need to, Sir." His voice faltered a little. "Camdus himself was there."
"What?!" The man called Thak-Shair was visibly stunned. It was not often that he had cause to get agitated,but this piece of news had really surprised him.
"Yes,Sir. A man calling himself Camdus came to the spot. He knew the codes and also knew about my assignment. He convinced me he was Camdus. And he wished to speak with the victim. Alone. The victim wasn't dead yet, but was losing blood fast. Probably would have lasted another minute at most. He said he ll take care of the disposal and detailed me to leave th scene immediately and make sure nobody had followed him there." Scarecrow's tone had taken a note of fear. Had he mistaken Camdus? Had he been deceived by an imposter?
The man in the room paused. The same thought had struck him too. Was it an imposter? No, he decided. It would require a major leak in his lines for someone to know of Scarecrow and the victim's whereabouts. And for him to know all the codes. He had taken innumerable precautions. Also, Scarecrow had been convinced, and he was them most trigger happy man in the business. No, this was the original article all right. This was unwarranted behavior from Camdus. But he must have his reasons. He wavered. His trust in Camdus went beyond what he would have liked it to sometimes.But not to worry, He had Camdus in his palm. Little did he know that Scarecrow was reporting directly to him too. What Camdus had to say would be interesting...
"All right, I shall speak to him. Good Job, Scarecrow. You have yet again proved your mettle. You shal go far. Who knows...maybe even Thak-Shair one day,eh,Scarecrow?" he said indulgently. Scarecrow flushed at the other end. This was far beyond his wildest dreams.
"Th-thank you, O Great Thak-Shair. I shall strive to serve you with success. With your blessings, O Great One. "
"You have them, my child. " And he kept the phone down. Little did Scarecrow know that he had already signed his death warrant. He knew too much. And he had seen Camdus in person. That was dangerous.Too dangerous for His liking.
The man sighed. Scarecrow had been one of his best men, but no one was indispensable in the grand scheme of things.
The phone rang. It was Camdus.
He let his eyes roam over the room,and what he saw pleased him,bringing a satisfied smile to his face.Four bookshelves lined the dimly lit room, filled with books labeled alphabetically and ordered neatly in rows of two.All sorts of books,ranging from the seemingly boring "Geography of Lagos" to "Time's Arrow,Time's Cycle" lined the shelves...he loved reading.It was a passion of his and also helped in relieving stress...he collected books and devoured them by the dozens. Also, an extensive knowledge of things in general always helped. Especially in a profession like his...
He slowly tapped his cigar on the square ash-tray on his table...immersed in thought. The ashtray was a souvenir of the old days...back when he was a field agent in Kabul. Kabul...the memories brought a twisted smile onto his lips. His face parted into a grin, which barely reached his sunken eyes.His Eyes. Cold. Calculating. Ruthless. Many a person had shrunk away from them, as if they were burning coals. His eyes were of an electric black, and dark shadows underlined them. Kabul...he shook himself out of it and concentrated on the task at hand.
The tiniest of frowns appeared on his face. Scarecrow should have reported back by now...he had been detailed to carry out the final crucial sequence of the Deception, itself a crucial part of his Grand Scheme...and report back immediately. What if he had failed...the thought vanished as soon as it had begun to form. Scarecrow was the best of them all when it came to finishing a particular job, and was best suited to him next only to Himself. And Camdus had expressed full confidence in him. Dear old Camdus. Nobody could ever play a part like him. He hadn't seen Camdus in months...he believed in full indiscretion. No, he wouldn't let it fail. The job had been done. What he needed now was patience. But he was getting frustrated...he hoped for Scarecrow that he report back soon.
As his cigar burned out,he removed his feet from the table and stood up...dusting hias shirt as he did so. Upright, he was even more formidable than sitting. He was of average height, probably around five foot eight to six. The captain of his College Rugby squad back in the days he used to go to college, he was well built and could be deceptively quick. He had a handsome faec, and his black hair was parted neatly down the sides. He was dressed immaculately, a sleek black shirt along with black pants. A Rolex adorned his left hand...Order and Method was his mantra. He believed anything is possible, as long as order and precision prevail.
He looked at himself on the life-size mirror on the far wall. He smiled..again, it barely reached his eyes. What he saw was a capable man, a ruthlessly capable one at that. He looked much older than he was..but he had always known it would be this way ever since he had joined, and as he rose through the ranks, it helped him in more ways than one. He turned back and strode to the shelf...and was just about to pick up "On the Psyche of Men", when the phone rang. A flicker of relief flashed in his face before it regained its customary stoniness. Here was Scarecrow. A tad late perhaps but he was ready to forgive him as long as the assignment had been carried out well, it was central to his plans Without haste, he calmly strode towards the black handset on his desk,and picked it up.
"Well?" He asked. He didn't need to check if it was Scarecrow, only to a select few did he give his number, dealing with others through other indirect means. And he had hell to pay who had the cheek to call him without anything urgent.
"Yes, Thak-Shair." The rough voice of Scarecrow came confidently through the lines. "Operation a complete success. Victim didn't suspect anything. Operation Deception on the whole completed to satisfaction."
The man couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief. It had taken years this. He and Camdus had been otting this for months. It was finally over.
"Any eye-witnesses you had to take care of?" The man asked. The innocent weren't his responsibility. It wasn't his fault that they happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.
"No,Sir." Scarecrow replied, with what sounded like a twinge of regret. He didn't mind loosing off a few extra rounds.
"Resistance ?"
"Didn't see me coming,O Thak-Shair. I shot him from the back. Exact center of the chest, i made sure."
"Have you reported to Camdus? ". Camdus was the direct superior of Scarecrow in this delicate assignment, but he always followed the policy of getting all the facts first before the other. Facts could be tampered with. And Loyalty wasn't a surety like in the old days.
"There was no need to, Sir." His voice faltered a little. "Camdus himself was there."
"What?!" The man called Thak-Shair was visibly stunned. It was not often that he had cause to get agitated,but this piece of news had really surprised him.
"Yes,Sir. A man calling himself Camdus came to the spot. He knew the codes and also knew about my assignment. He convinced me he was Camdus. And he wished to speak with the victim. Alone. The victim wasn't dead yet, but was losing blood fast. Probably would have lasted another minute at most. He said he ll take care of the disposal and detailed me to leave th scene immediately and make sure nobody had followed him there." Scarecrow's tone had taken a note of fear. Had he mistaken Camdus? Had he been deceived by an imposter?
The man in the room paused. The same thought had struck him too. Was it an imposter? No, he decided. It would require a major leak in his lines for someone to know of Scarecrow and the victim's whereabouts. And for him to know all the codes. He had taken innumerable precautions. Also, Scarecrow had been convinced, and he was them most trigger happy man in the business. No, this was the original article all right. This was unwarranted behavior from Camdus. But he must have his reasons. He wavered. His trust in Camdus went beyond what he would have liked it to sometimes.But not to worry, He had Camdus in his palm. Little did he know that Scarecrow was reporting directly to him too. What Camdus had to say would be interesting...
"All right, I shall speak to him. Good Job, Scarecrow. You have yet again proved your mettle. You shal go far. Who knows...maybe even Thak-Shair one day,eh,Scarecrow?" he said indulgently. Scarecrow flushed at the other end. This was far beyond his wildest dreams.
"Th-thank you, O Great Thak-Shair. I shall strive to serve you with success. With your blessings, O Great One. "
"You have them, my child. " And he kept the phone down. Little did Scarecrow know that he had already signed his death warrant. He knew too much. And he had seen Camdus in person. That was dangerous.Too dangerous for His liking.
The man sighed. Scarecrow had been one of his best men, but no one was indispensable in the grand scheme of things.
The phone rang. It was Camdus.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Grades?
Heheh.
I've just given my Physics exam..and all i can think about right now is that i've passed Physics,and am definitely passing all the others,and i'm fuckin relieved.I'm not an iota bothered about my grades..im passin and thats it!
Funny.How many people would share my outlook?Barely any.In fact,the majority of people had already passed based on just mid-semester exams...lolz.And these people like studies ,what,7-8 hours right from a week before?Thats like an under-estimation.All to get that elusive 'A' ,or,if u are not chappu,a 'B'.Woo,just thinkin of that makes me laugh like mad.I mean,here i am happy with a 'D'.
Life is all rosy again.No tension.No stress. :)
I've just given my Physics exam..and all i can think about right now is that i've passed Physics,and am definitely passing all the others,and i'm fuckin relieved.I'm not an iota bothered about my grades..im passin and thats it!
Funny.How many people would share my outlook?Barely any.In fact,the majority of people had already passed based on just mid-semester exams...lolz.And these people like studies ,what,7-8 hours right from a week before?Thats like an under-estimation.All to get that elusive 'A' ,or,if u are not chappu,a 'B'.Woo,just thinkin of that makes me laugh like mad.I mean,here i am happy with a 'D'.
Life is all rosy again.No tension.No stress. :)
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Match Review : Liverpool 4-2 Arsenal.CL Quarter's
All dreams of Arsenal reaching the finals of the Champions league came crashing down late into the night yesterday...as Liverpool deservedly won the second leg..but very very very tough luck for Arsenal.
In the first leg a week back at the Emirates,Arsenal had a slight edge in the first half...it was 1-1..
and then Arsenal Completely dominated the second half.Liverpool couldn't put any passes together..and their long balls to the relatively quite Torres were easily chased down by Gallas and the much-improved Senderos..
And then Fabregas had a wonderful shot on goal,it was going right in,but on the line,there was Bendtner,Heaven knows what he was doing,he nudged it away..and Arsenal had once again failed to finish.
Then Hleb made a mersmerising run into the box from the left and was CLEARLY pulled down..but no!no penalty,said the referee...that was totally ridiculous.I couldnt believe our luck.But anyway,it ended one-one,and Liverpool had the Away goal..and the slight edge going into the second leg at "Fortress" Anfield.
Liverpool played a 4-4-2 with Torres and Crouch up front,and they looked much more threatening this way.Arsenal played their usual 4-4-1-1 with Hleb in the hole behind striker,Adebayor.Liverpool would go through if Arsenal didnt score.
The night of
footballing fireworks was well and truly lit in the 13th minute when Hleb,making a run down the right, slid the ball down the inside-right channel to Diaby who arrived there right on time.Travelling at speed, Diaby controlled the ball effortlessly with his first touch before his second sent it flying between Pepe Reina and his left-hand upright. Any criticism of the keeper for being beaten at his near post overlooks the velocity of Diaby's strike.Diaby is definitely one for the future..he was very impressive.Arsenal had cancelled the away goal of Liverpool and things were looking up.Right on the half-ho
ur mark,Hyppia rose to a corner..and headed a pure thunderbolt from the Left into the top right hand corner and a leaping Fabregas on the line couldnt do anything as the ball went in off the inside of the right post.An absolute beauty..and Liverpool were back in the game.Then Flamini got injured and it was a Major blow for Arsenal,as he was truly the engine of the team.He limped off..with Gilberto,best player of last season,but faded and only 5 appearances this season...replacing him.Liverpool started piling pressure on the midfield...but toure made a superb appraoch and gave an awesome ball to Eboue,who just had to cut it back for a waiting Adebaoyr,but he mis-kicked into the net.A waste of a glorious chance...and i much prefer Eboue or Rosicky on thr right hand side..
And then Torres proved why he is such an asset for Liverpool.A high ball into the box,Torres controlled it wonderfully,a delightful touch,and a precision shot past three defenders and a helpless goalie into the top right hand side corner.Awesome.2-1 Liverpool 69 Minutes and Arsenal looked out.
Bringing memories of Anfield '89...Walcott,who came in for Eboue,..made an absolutely mersmerizing run from defence...danced past dfenders at will and squared the ball to Adebayor,who made no mistake..Arsenal 2-2 Liverpool..now Liverpool had to score to win!
And score they did,barely a minute,the ref gave a dodgy p
enalty when Toure pulled down Babel..Gerrard hit an unstoppable penalty and the pendulum had swung again.Arsenal pushed in vain..and in the 92 nd,Babel outran Gallas to a long ball and calmly slotted it in...Liverpool 4-2 Arsenal.End of Arsenal's road.Though Liverpool deserved to win the second leg,Arsenal could have clearly pulled through 3-1 at home..or a minimum 2-1.A criminal waste of chances..and they yet again paid the price.
Looking forward to SUnday then,when Arsenal meet Man-U in a six-pointer at Old Trafford.Go Arsenal!
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Childhood Stuff
Woh man,i was having a little talk about ma childhood with ma mum and a lot hilarious stuff came up..
* When i was less than ONE,mind you,ONE,i was OUT playing in the street,and came back home saying a cat had bit me with a cat bite rash on my arm!My mum s like"It was a quite road,no vehicles an all..an i was pretty sure you ll be safe."MAN.
*When i was TWO, i had my first sleepover.i was just having too much fun in the guy next doors house,n i wouldn't come back..i slept over :D
*When i was pretty young,two-three or sumtin~my mom said,i spoke my first English Sentence SELF-Constructed.As in,not repeating someone else or not taught by someone else.its sumtin ma dad keeps buggin me about.I was cuddling up to him one night and wanted him to intertwine his fingers with mine.So, I'm like"Dad,can you please link your hands with mine?".Woh,couldnt i have cum up with sumtin Jazzy :D?
*When i was in fifth standard,we had gone to this party,with all friend uncles and aunts n everythin ,roundabout fifteen-twenty people ,with quite a few kids 'round my age.This one uncle asked "What do you want to be when you grow up?"..Everyone answered Doctor,Cricketer an all that.Then it was my turn...i was known for my notoriety and people kinda expected me to say Engine Driver,Conductor or something.But No,guess what i said.
I nonchalantly proclaimed "Nah,no fixed plans, i would like to take life as it comes".
People were left stunned and impressed.
Ah, i love myself \m/.
*My handwriting used to be and is HORRIBLE.Once,in sixth standard,my teacher asked my mom to read my notebook.She asked him if a second standard kid who was just getting used to writing had written it.:(((
* I used to be this Totally lazy fella.Would never participate in any stuff.But then they said,you must participate in atleast three extracurricular activities !And guess what?Much to my teachers and mum's amusement,I promptly registered myself in two competitions.Hindi and English handwriting.
*I used to suck BAD at Sanskrit.Every time,my mum used to catch me and try to push in as much as she could the day before the exam..and i would just pass .My marks were ALWAYS between 55 and 65(no exception.This happened for the whole of sixth and seventh(i REALLY used to suck bad at it)).Then in eighth,i went to ma friends place,didn't study ANYTHIN,total bulla....and ended up with a 91.Yep,dont ask me how :).I myself totaled it twice again to see if i was making a mistake!
*The third contest i registered myself was Flower Arrangement.On the day of the contest,on the way to the school,i picked a few flowers,a few leaves an all dat,put 'em in my pocket and went to the competition.The guy to my left was Atheendra,smartest,most intelligent,most G.K,Best athlete for five years running,topper for five years running,winner of every fuckin competition he takes part in,and he took part in literally everythin,(He is now in IITM.One of the Coolest guy's i know.)everybody's pet.He had a Huge set-up with two-three hanging pots n stuff.Amazing flowers.To my right,Asha,counterpart of Atheendra in the other section.Similarly breathtaking flowers.In the middle,me,with a bunch of squashed flowers!Intimidated?!No!I called the judge over and proudly showed him my collection.And ran off pleased as he didn't seem to spend much time on mine :).
And loads n loads more of fun stuff.Feels great to remember n write such stuff.I'm sure you guys must have had similar experiences...share them in the comments! :)
* When i was less than ONE,mind you,ONE,i was OUT playing in the street,and came back home saying a cat had bit me with a cat bite rash on my arm!My mum s like"It was a quite road,no vehicles an all..an i was pretty sure you ll be safe."MAN.
*When i was TWO, i had my first sleepover.i was just having too much fun in the guy next doors house,n i wouldn't come back..i slept over :D
*When i was pretty young,two-three or sumtin~my mom said,i spoke my first English Sentence SELF-Constructed.As in,not repeating someone else or not taught by someone else.its sumtin ma dad keeps buggin me about.I was cuddling up to him one night and wanted him to intertwine his fingers with mine.So, I'm like"Dad,can you please link your hands with mine?".Woh,couldnt i have cum up with sumtin Jazzy :D?
*When i was in fifth standard,we had gone to this party,with all friend uncles and aunts n everythin ,roundabout fifteen-twenty people ,with quite a few kids 'round my age.This one uncle asked "What do you want to be when you grow up?"..Everyone answered Doctor,Cricketer an all that.Then it was my turn...i was known for my notoriety and people kinda expected me to say Engine Driver,Conductor or something.But No,guess what i said.
I nonchalantly proclaimed "Nah,no fixed plans, i would like to take life as it comes".
People were left stunned and impressed.
Ah, i love myself \m/.
*My handwriting used to be and is HORRIBLE.Once,in sixth standard,my teacher asked my mom to read my notebook.She asked him if a second standard kid who was just getting used to writing had written it.:(((
* I used to be this Totally lazy fella.Would never participate in any stuff.But then they said,you must participate in atleast three extracurricular activities !And guess what?Much to my teachers and mum's amusement,I promptly registered myself in two competitions.Hindi and English handwriting.
*I used to suck BAD at Sanskrit.Every time,my mum used to catch me and try to push in as much as she could the day before the exam..and i would just pass .My marks were ALWAYS between 55 and 65(no exception.This happened for the whole of sixth and seventh(i REALLY used to suck bad at it)).Then in eighth,i went to ma friends place,didn't study ANYTHIN,total bulla....and ended up with a 91.Yep,dont ask me how :).I myself totaled it twice again to see if i was making a mistake!
*The third contest i registered myself was Flower Arrangement.On the day of the contest,on the way to the school,i picked a few flowers,a few leaves an all dat,put 'em in my pocket and went to the competition.The guy to my left was Atheendra,smartest,most intelligent,most G.K,Best athlete for five years running,topper for five years running,winner of every fuckin competition he takes part in,and he took part in literally everythin,(He is now in IITM.One of the Coolest guy's i know.)everybody's pet.He had a Huge set-up with two-three hanging pots n stuff.Amazing flowers.To my right,Asha,counterpart of Atheendra in the other section.Similarly breathtaking flowers.In the middle,me,with a bunch of squashed flowers!Intimidated?!No!I called the judge over and proudly showed him my collection.And ran off pleased as he didn't seem to spend much time on mine :).
And loads n loads more of fun stuff.Feels great to remember n write such stuff.I'm sure you guys must have had similar experiences...share them in the comments! :)
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Short Story 2!The Call.
I just got this idea on a whim...jotted down immediately.Comments please :)
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“Who the HELL is He?”
“He’s just a friend from office! Cant I have friends?!?”
“Friend my foot! Then what were you doing in that F***ing coffee shop all snug an everythin...”
“We were chatting about work, that’s all!”
“Work eh?!? BullShit! I could see the look in your eyes…”
“That’s IT! I’ve had enough! In fact, I would much rather go out with Him than You!
“Oh ya! Go on, call him up now and profess your love for him!”
“In Fact, I think I Will!”
SLAM.
Silence.
A few minutes pass.
He dialed her number, Engaged tone.
“DAMN! I can’t believe she s actually calling him up! THE NERVE!”
She put down the receiver on the other end. It was engaged.
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A Short Story...i got the idea when i was totally drunk and after a phone call from one of my friends...
He sat on her bedside…folding her hand in his own, softly caressing. She lay motionless…limp, peace arraying her face. The air was damp with sadness…he looked at her innocent face, eyes closed, all lines of worry dissolved as she dreamt .Her soft hair spread on the pillow, gently swaying with the slight breeze that blew through the open window. Silent she lay, chest heaving gently …a picture of quaint innocence. Young and beautiful…he saw her smile, eyes dancing …heard her laugh with abandon, felt her soft lips on his …an involuntary twitch of her cold hand brought him haltingly back to reality. He shuddered…tears glistened in his eyes as he clasped her hand tight to his chest.
The doctors stood silently behind him, having told him they held very little hope and they didn’t expect more than a month left… They averted their eyes when he turned around, searching for some snatch of help, a glimpse of hope in their eyes. He couldn’t blame them, they had tried everything and had worked tirelessly…he put his face in his hands and sobbed convulsively.
But then who could he blame? God? He thought as he tried to control himself. He sneered inwardly at all the believers. Where was their God now? If God existed, of all people, why her, who wouldn’t even think of harming a fly? Who, in her life, had never committed one act born of malice or hate? Or does God take pleasure in tormenting the innocent? Like the humans he created in his own image, maybe?
There is no God, he thought angrily, wiping away his tears, pulling himself together. All of religion is nuts. Ignorant masses who blindly follow what their priests or prophets or whoever, who themselves practice all the sins they fervently preach are wrong. He clenched his fists in frustration. God was a fraudulent concept and religion useful for naught but sparking off wars. Those who practiced it were the biggest swindlers. And those who believe in it, the biggest fools.
He swore silently and turned back to her, and watched as she turned in her sleep, a smile decorating her face as she dreamt of happy times spent with him…
He knelt down and prayed.
He sat on her bedside…folding her hand in his own, softly caressing. She lay motionless…limp, peace arraying her face. The air was damp with sadness…he looked at her innocent face, eyes closed, all lines of worry dissolved as she dreamt .Her soft hair spread on the pillow, gently swaying with the slight breeze that blew through the open window. Silent she lay, chest heaving gently …a picture of quaint innocence. Young and beautiful…he saw her smile, eyes dancing …heard her laugh with abandon, felt her soft lips on his …an involuntary twitch of her cold hand brought him haltingly back to reality. He shuddered…tears glistened in his eyes as he clasped her hand tight to his chest.
The doctors stood silently behind him, having told him they held very little hope and they didn’t expect more than a month left… They averted their eyes when he turned around, searching for some snatch of help, a glimpse of hope in their eyes. He couldn’t blame them, they had tried everything and had worked tirelessly…he put his face in his hands and sobbed convulsively.
But then who could he blame? God? He thought as he tried to control himself. He sneered inwardly at all the believers. Where was their God now? If God existed, of all people, why her, who wouldn’t even think of harming a fly? Who, in her life, had never committed one act born of malice or hate? Or does God take pleasure in tormenting the innocent? Like the humans he created in his own image, maybe?
There is no God, he thought angrily, wiping away his tears, pulling himself together. All of religion is nuts. Ignorant masses who blindly follow what their priests or prophets or whoever, who themselves practice all the sins they fervently preach are wrong. He clenched his fists in frustration. God was a fraudulent concept and religion useful for naught but sparking off wars. Those who practiced it were the biggest swindlers. And those who believe in it, the biggest fools.
He swore silently and turned back to her, and watched as she turned in her sleep, a smile decorating her face as she dreamt of happy times spent with him…
He knelt down and prayed.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Chicken Burger Vs. Veggie "PETA" Burger.
Another entry of mine ...instead of seriously standing on either side of the Vegetarian-Non Vegetarian Debate,i chose to take a different spin on thinks...read on..:)
Well,its time for the grand showdown.You may have already read many of the critical comparisons of the two most tummy-rumbling food products of our time .The two burgers from either side of The Divide provide a yummy debate as to which is the better product.Not since the discovery of The Sliced Bread has the world witnessed such a spicy controversy...But the duck stops here.We provide the definitive answer to the Question with our thorough analysis...
1)The Look
The first thing you do with a burger?Eye it malovently and do a quick-approximation of whether it will satisfy one or not.It happens within a fraction of a second,and my scientist friends has proved that it doesnt matter at all.Well,Bullocks to my scientist friends as ...
Veggie Burger ~ In the green shorts,we have..The Veggie Burger!(Cheers and plant-chants!)...With a lot of mean green..Soy!,Does this food-product pack a lot of crunch.Veggie Aficianados contest hotly that the Veggie Burger has been the most mouth-watering invention of man since The Water-Bottle.Sandwiched between two juicy buns fresh from the oven..are layers of lettuces,onions,tomatoes,patty...with mayonnaise,mustard,ketchup added as per the sampler's taste.Together,they form a mosaic of breath-taking colors (thats why we discuss the smell seperately) more eye-catching than the word mississippi(eye-count : 4).If you dont believe in love at first sight..well,you'll have to see it to believe it.
Chicken Burger ~ In the other corner,we have ..in the red shorts..theeee Chicken Burger!(Beers and cat-calls!).Looking much the same,fanatic fans of the Chicken Burger claim it has all that the Veggie has...and more.The very look inspires visions of feather-flapping tongue-clucking chickens all waiting to be devoured.But well,that's kinda nauseating.Not at all inspiring. Round One to the Veggie Burger!
But ,as they say dont judge a Burger by its outer crust.
Veggie Burger 1-0 Chicken Burger
2)The Aroma(Ahhhhhh)
As already mentioned,these products are breath-taking to say the least and outright lung-bursting,to say a little more.Both have that aroma that wafts through your nostrils,elevating one to the upper-echelons of Gourmet Goodness.But we are doing relative grading here,and the most lenient of the infamous IITK Prof's will agree that what matters is not how you perform,but whether you outperform.And with that little teeny-weeny extra tinge of Chicken ...the Chicken Burger wins by a short beak.
Veggie Burger 1 - 1 Chicken Burger
3)The Taste
As we come to the third category in our much-anticipated Burger-Showdown,the fight sizzles just like 'em Burger Patties being golden-fried in oil on the grill.But when it comes to taste,both deliver what they promise .MindBlowingly tasty,they send your tastebuds to TasteBud Heaven and back.But the chicken does it again,with an amazing 1 out of 1 person,Mr.Atep Itna(name withheld) saying that the Chicken Burger grossly out-tasted the Veggie Burger.Thats a Whopping 100 % folks!A Landslide victory...
Veggie Burger 1- 2 Chicken Burger
4)MCDonalds Bout
Well,You gotta admit,What an average person eats is not what they make at home or the Burger-By-The-Road.As for Burger King,they can be ignored as a negligible variable.What remains constant is that most people go to that big-friendly ubiqitous yellow M to have their daily meal.And seeing as the average guy has a less-than-average IQ,what they like is what sounds goodAnd whether they choose to Super-Size it or not,The McChicken Burger is a much more awesome name than the McVeggie Burger.McChicken sounds all Mc'cky and Chickeny..whereas the McVeggie just sounds plain mucky and gives you the heebie-jeebies.McChicken rules the roost!
Veggie Burger 1-3 Chicken Burger
5)The Big Question
"Why did the Chicken cross the road?" must be one of the most funny lines in Humor History ever.With a billion funny off-springs,it must be one of the most enduring timesless master-pieces.And whats funny is,it actually IS funny,unlike many other jokes(I'm looking at you,knock-knock). Just the fact that there aint no"Why did the Veggie cross the road?" classic is enough to give this one to the Chicken Burger.
Veggie Burger 1-4 Chicken Burger
6)Google Fight 1
Veggie Burger is the best....300,000 results
Chicken Burger is the best...278,000 results
Veggie Burger 2-4Chicken Burger
7)Price
Not every man can afford that burger-a-hour.So cost counts and counts a lot.After all,it boils down to whether you can actually pay for that sumptous Burger of your choice,and as is universally known,the Veggie Burger wins this one wings down.
Veggie Burger 3-4 Chicken Burger
8)PETA Expansion
"People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals" are a well-meaning warm-hearted group of blokes standing up for what they think is right.Well,most of them atleast."People Eating Tasty Animals" on the other hand is a distasteful expansion,though it is just about remotely funny.Veggie Burger forever!
Veggie Burger 4-4 Chicken Burger
9)Coin Toss
We all agree luck matters a lot.
Coin used~Standard One Rupee coin.Heads to the Veggie burger,Tails to the chicken Burger.
THHTTHHTTH
Tie Breaker-T.
Veggie Burger 4-5 Chicken Burger
10 )Ethics
After all,we should take the chicken's point of view into consideration as well.I mean,who would like to be roasted and eaten.The Veggie Burger is as nutritious and comes cheaper.And whatever extra proteins Chicken has,vegetables do too.And agreed,plants might feel pain too,but cmon,dont tell me animals dont feel it more.And if we can live comfortably by being vegetarian...isnt eating non-vegetarian food uncalled for?Especially when the animals are treated so badly...i think almost all of you agree that the Veggie Burger is more ethical than the Chicken Burger ...
Conscience persues us to give it to the Veggie Burger.
Veggie Burger 5-5 Chicken Burger
11) Google Fight 2
Eating Chicken Burger Will help you get laid ...73,800 results
Eating Veggie Burger will help you get laid..153,000 results
That does it.End of Story.
Veggie Burger 6-5 Chicken Burger
So,there you have it,folks!The Big Burger Battle is over!Eleven rounds of nail-biting edge-of-the-seat action,and the Veggie Burger emerges the deserving winner 6-5.Close..but the Veggie Burger manages to win it at the last moment.So its the Veggie Burger that rules the roost after all.Thats it for this issue...so long,and thanks for all the fish!
Well,its time for the grand showdown.You may have already read many of the critical comparisons of the two most tummy-rumbling food products of our time .The two burgers from either side of The Divide provide a yummy debate as to which is the better product.Not since the discovery of The Sliced Bread has the world witnessed such a spicy controversy...But the duck stops here.We provide the definitive answer to the Question with our thorough analysis...
1)The Look
The first thing you do with a burger?Eye it malovently and do a quick-approximation of whether it will satisfy one or not.It happens within a fraction of a second,and my scientist friends has proved that it doesnt matter at all.Well,Bullocks to my scientist friends as ...
Veggie Burger ~ In the green shorts,we have..The Veggie Burger!(Cheers and plant-chants!)...With a lot of mean green..Soy!,Does this food-product pack a lot of crunch.Veggie Aficianados contest hotly that the Veggie Burger has been the most mouth-watering invention of man since The Water-Bottle.Sandwiched between two juicy buns fresh from the oven..are layers of lettuces,onions,tomatoes,patty...with mayonnaise,mustard,ketchup added as per the sampler's taste.Together,they form a mosaic of breath-taking colors (thats why we discuss the smell seperately) more eye-catching than the word mississippi(eye-count : 4).If you dont believe in love at first sight..well,you'll have to see it to believe it.
Chicken Burger ~ In the other corner,we have ..in the red shorts..theeee Chicken Burger!(Beers and cat-calls!).Looking much the same,fanatic fans of the Chicken Burger claim it has all that the Veggie has...and more.The very look inspires visions of feather-flapping tongue-clucking chickens all waiting to be devoured.But well,that's kinda nauseating.Not at all inspiring. Round One to the Veggie Burger!
But ,as they say dont judge a Burger by its outer crust.
Veggie Burger 1-0 Chicken Burger
2)The Aroma(Ahhhhhh)
As already mentioned,these products are breath-taking to say the least and outright lung-bursting,to say a little more.Both have that aroma that wafts through your nostrils,elevating one to the upper-echelons of Gourmet Goodness.But we are doing relative grading here,and the most lenient of the infamous IITK Prof's will agree that what matters is not how you perform,but whether you outperform.And with that little teeny-weeny extra tinge of Chicken ...the Chicken Burger wins by a short beak.
Veggie Burger 1 - 1 Chicken Burger
3)The Taste
As we come to the third category in our much-anticipated Burger-Showdown,the fight sizzles just like 'em Burger Patties being golden-fried in oil on the grill.But when it comes to taste,both deliver what they promise .MindBlowingly tasty,they send your tastebuds to TasteBud Heaven and back.But the chicken does it again,with an amazing 1 out of 1 person,Mr.Atep Itna(name withheld) saying that the Chicken Burger grossly out-tasted the Veggie Burger.Thats a Whopping 100 % folks!A Landslide victory...
Veggie Burger 1- 2 Chicken Burger
4)MCDonalds Bout
Well,You gotta admit,What an average person eats is not what they make at home or the Burger-By-The-Road.As for Burger King,they can be ignored as a negligible variable.What remains constant is that most people go to that big-friendly ubiqitous yellow M to have their daily meal.And seeing as the average guy has a less-than-average IQ,what they like is what sounds goodAnd whether they choose to Super-Size it or not,The McChicken Burger is a much more awesome name than the McVeggie Burger.McChicken sounds all Mc'cky and Chickeny..whereas the McVeggie just sounds plain mucky and gives you the heebie-jeebies.McChicken rules the roost!
Veggie Burger 1-3 Chicken Burger
5)The Big Question
"Why did the Chicken cross the road?" must be one of the most funny lines in Humor History ever.With a billion funny off-springs,it must be one of the most enduring timesless master-pieces.And whats funny is,it actually IS funny,unlike many other jokes(I'm looking at you,knock-knock). Just the fact that there aint no"Why did the Veggie cross the road?" classic is enough to give this one to the Chicken Burger.
Veggie Burger 1-4 Chicken Burger
6)Google Fight 1
Veggie Burger is the best....300,000 results
Chicken Burger is the best...278,000 results
Veggie Burger 2-4Chicken Burger
7)Price
Not every man can afford that burger-a-hour.So cost counts and counts a lot.After all,it boils down to whether you can actually pay for that sumptous Burger of your choice,and as is universally known,the Veggie Burger wins this one wings down.
Veggie Burger 3-4 Chicken Burger
8)PETA Expansion
"People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals" are a well-meaning warm-hearted group of blokes standing up for what they think is right.Well,most of them atleast."People Eating Tasty Animals" on the other hand is a distasteful expansion,though it is just about remotely funny.Veggie Burger forever!
Veggie Burger 4-4 Chicken Burger
9)Coin Toss
We all agree luck matters a lot.
Coin used~Standard One Rupee coin.Heads to the Veggie burger,Tails to the chicken Burger.
THHTTHHTTH
Tie Breaker-T.
Veggie Burger 4-5 Chicken Burger
10 )Ethics
After all,we should take the chicken's point of view into consideration as well.I mean,who would like to be roasted and eaten.The Veggie Burger is as nutritious and comes cheaper.And whatever extra proteins Chicken has,vegetables do too.And agreed,plants might feel pain too,but cmon,dont tell me animals dont feel it more.And if we can live comfortably by being vegetarian...isnt eating non-vegetarian food uncalled for?Especially when the animals are treated so badly...i think almost all of you agree that the Veggie Burger is more ethical than the Chicken Burger ...
Conscience persues us to give it to the Veggie Burger.
Veggie Burger 5-5 Chicken Burger
11) Google Fight 2
Eating Chicken Burger Will help you get laid ...73,800 results
Eating Veggie Burger will help you get laid..153,000 results
That does it.End of Story.
Veggie Burger 6-5 Chicken Burger
So,there you have it,folks!The Big Burger Battle is over!Eleven rounds of nail-biting edge-of-the-seat action,and the Veggie Burger emerges the deserving winner 6-5.Close..but the Veggie Burger manages to win it at the last moment.So its the Veggie Burger that rules the roost after all.Thats it for this issue...so long,and thanks for all the fish!
Monday, February 18, 2008
My entry for the Creative Writing Contest....we were to write a Hate Mail to a girlfriend who's dumped me..albeit in a subtle manner..here was my entry :)
(Girlfriend who dumped me finds this in her mailbox)
From,
Mr. Riotous BloodBather The CapitaL AddicT.
Scout-In-Chief,
Society of the Professionally Bloody
(Your very own neighborhood Chapter),
Kanpur.
To,
Miss(named). Sweety Tweety,
Room Oh-Oh-Three,
Houses of the Pretty,
Kanpur.
Date : A Particularly Bitter Variety from the Sub-Saharan Desert.
Hey there!
You might be(should be)wondering what this is all about..for all you know,this might be just another piece of utter bull-crap thats popped into your mailbox and is full of advice to buy "Diaper Pre-Pubescence,for absorption par excellence!Just two dollars and five pence!" or other such pointless ad's.Patience pays,my friend.Yes,i am your friend.A friend who'll pay.No,i don't mean i ll pay for my sins.And NO, my name isn't Patience either,you Dim-Wit.I mean to say i could soon be your well-paying universally hated employer. :)
We,at the Society of the Professionally Bloody..are well,professional..and,um..Bloody.Right.Moving On.We have regular meetings discussing cutting-edge research in Rude Behavior,Cruel Conversations and also have courses like Cruelty101 and Sadism 203 where the adept teach the inept "Le Sublime Art'. I am the Scout-In-Chief of the local chapter.My job entails creeping around in the dark and shadow-tailing prospective new members in the shady neighborhood.And Oh Boy,have you caught my eye.
Here i go on to why we think You should be a member of the most secretive infamous group in history..
Your latest Boy-Friend dumping is a case in point.What an Awesome Arsenal you have.
1)Deadly Deception
Your first date with your boyfriend.Simply Stunning.The Perfect Gal role played to Absolute Perfection.The way you fell for him ..wooh,even i fell for it.Within five minutes,you had the guy thinking you were the kindest,warmest,smartest...and basically the most awesomest girl he would ever meet.The way you laughed at his jokes..and how you made him feel he is some-one special.He had the Light in his eyes,as if he was in the presence of a divine form..you executed it all to perfection.And you had me thinking what the world has come to. I grimaced and moved on with anticipation to a couple near-by who were having a juicy row(They kissed and made up in five minutes.Sigh).Little did i know that i was in the vicinity of an Actress Goddess.Hats,caps,helmets and all kinds of headgear off for that performance.
2)Brutal BloodSucking
I must admit when my superior ,His Uncouthness Mr. Acrid Spiteson the Second(Curses be upon him)told me to keep tabs on you,i thought something had caved in his upper storey.I mean,you were the milk of human kindness in there,and here he was telling me(his most efficient scout, and i'm handsome too...) to see if you had the stuff!But i was soon made to eat my hat,as i saw that you were the very definition of Brutal BloodSucking.I mean,the most blood-sucking leech would be put to shame if it could see the way you drained the stuff out of the man.Hitler,Mussolini and all of those good ol' Society Legends would be turning in their graves.Within a week, it was roses by the dozens,and money by the thousands.Subtle Hints that you want this Gothic Jewel and that Blood Diamond,along with that Seductive dimpled Smile of yours had him pull out those wads out of that bottomless pocket of his Fat-Bottomed Father with abandon.And he actually thought he was making you happy,sad fellow.Those roses had so much meaning attached to them..he spent hours searching for that perfect card to give ya.And the way you really attached next to none value to them,but managed to convey to him that they were priceless,i mean,how do you do that?Your code of morals must be REALLY flexible.Or you must have morals at all.I personally think its the second..you just are too good.And on those daily voyages to the poshest restaurants the city has to offer,You had the Will and the Skill to make him pay the Bill once you had your Fill. You would fit into our clandestine Financing Department like a dish in a dishwasher.
3) UberNasty U-Turn
Two weeks into it,and Mr,Innocent didn't have even a whiff of what was cooking.You were the very fountain of warmth till that Sunday.I cant help sympathizing with the guy.First throw,and he had to get you.Of all the gazillion simpering single women looking for their soul-mates ,he had to get the one most equipped to make one lose belief in the Fairness of the Fairer Sex.Glowing Smile turned to Icy Stare.Those Daisy Dimples turned to Foreboding Frowns.And the total absence of any reason for the sudden change...Master Class.Conversations on the phone were cut short by hasty interruptions from the Ubiquitous Milkman.Nights of Passion were replaced by Sleepless Inaction.He just didn't know what hit him.And you actually managed to make him think it was all his fault!That he had done something wrong!The confusion and Turmoil you put him in...refreshingly exquisite.You had me gaping at thy Performance Breath-Taking.
4)Freaky Finale
I returned dazed to Headquarters..to report that you were the meanest in the neighborhood i have ever set eyes upon.And you are!And the way you finished him off is a case-study in Brutality and Unfeelingness .You set him up so nicely,he actually came apologizing and crying to you to forgive him.You were with that other guy then,feeling him up and setting him up as well...when this guy walks in.But the Being that you are,and the Powers of deception that you wield,you had him believe he was a worker.Wooh.Deception 101 is all yours for the teaching.And right there,you blasted him for being dishonest,for ruining your life,for deceiving you and what-not and let me tell ya,i have never seen such a compelling believable performance ever.If that doesn't deserve an Oscar,i don't know what does.He was pale and shaken..like a dry martini.He just went chalk-white.And i was licking my lips as i Knew that here was the Genuine Article.Kudos,Bravo..you are filled with the Stuff to the Brim.
And benefits of joining?We have a database of easy-money losers who'll fall for ya,though i think you could take any guy for a ride.You'll be the highest paid of the younger faculty though.And of course,you'll get tour share of the monthly earnings.And above all,we have loads of fun discussing new strategies and putting them into action.
If you want to join,just turn up at The Kingston Bar this Sunday..and i shall contact you.
Cheers,
Yours,
R.B.
(Girlfriend who dumped me finds this in her mailbox)
From,
Mr. Riotous BloodBather The CapitaL AddicT.
Scout-In-Chief,
Society of the Professionally Bloody
(Your very own neighborhood Chapter),
Kanpur.
To,
Miss(named). Sweety Tweety,
Room Oh-Oh-Three,
Houses of the Pretty,
Kanpur.
Date : A Particularly Bitter Variety from the Sub-Saharan Desert.
Hey there!
You might be(should be)wondering what this is all about..for all you know,this might be just another piece of utter bull-crap thats popped into your mailbox and is full of advice to buy "Diaper Pre-Pubescence,for absorption par excellence!Just two dollars and five pence!" or other such pointless ad's.Patience pays,my friend.Yes,i am your friend.A friend who'll pay.No,i don't mean i ll pay for my sins.And NO, my name isn't Patience either,you Dim-Wit.I mean to say i could soon be your well-paying universally hated employer. :)
We,at the Society of the Professionally Bloody..are well,professional..and,um..Bloody.Right.Moving On.We have regular meetings discussing cutting-edge research in Rude Behavior,Cruel Conversations and also have courses like Cruelty101 and Sadism 203 where the adept teach the inept "Le Sublime Art'. I am the Scout-In-Chief of the local chapter.My job entails creeping around in the dark and shadow-tailing prospective new members in the shady neighborhood.And Oh Boy,have you caught my eye.
Here i go on to why we think You should be a member of the most secretive infamous group in history..
Your latest Boy-Friend dumping is a case in point.What an Awesome Arsenal you have.
1)Deadly Deception
Your first date with your boyfriend.Simply Stunning.The Perfect Gal role played to Absolute Perfection.The way you fell for him ..wooh,even i fell for it.Within five minutes,you had the guy thinking you were the kindest,warmest,smartest...and basically the most awesomest girl he would ever meet.The way you laughed at his jokes..and how you made him feel he is some-one special.He had the Light in his eyes,as if he was in the presence of a divine form..you executed it all to perfection.And you had me thinking what the world has come to. I grimaced and moved on with anticipation to a couple near-by who were having a juicy row(They kissed and made up in five minutes.Sigh).Little did i know that i was in the vicinity of an Actress Goddess.Hats,caps,helmets and all kinds of headgear off for that performance.
2)Brutal BloodSucking
I must admit when my superior ,His Uncouthness Mr. Acrid Spiteson the Second(Curses be upon him)told me to keep tabs on you,i thought something had caved in his upper storey.I mean,you were the milk of human kindness in there,and here he was telling me(his most efficient scout, and i'm handsome too...) to see if you had the stuff!But i was soon made to eat my hat,as i saw that you were the very definition of Brutal BloodSucking.I mean,the most blood-sucking leech would be put to shame if it could see the way you drained the stuff out of the man.Hitler,Mussolini and all of those good ol' Society Legends would be turning in their graves.Within a week, it was roses by the dozens,and money by the thousands.Subtle Hints that you want this Gothic Jewel and that Blood Diamond,along with that Seductive dimpled Smile of yours had him pull out those wads out of that bottomless pocket of his Fat-Bottomed Father with abandon.And he actually thought he was making you happy,sad fellow.Those roses had so much meaning attached to them..he spent hours searching for that perfect card to give ya.And the way you really attached next to none value to them,but managed to convey to him that they were priceless,i mean,how do you do that?Your code of morals must be REALLY flexible.Or you must have morals at all.I personally think its the second..you just are too good.And on those daily voyages to the poshest restaurants the city has to offer,You had the Will and the Skill to make him pay the Bill once you had your Fill. You would fit into our clandestine Financing Department like a dish in a dishwasher.
3) UberNasty U-Turn
Two weeks into it,and Mr,Innocent didn't have even a whiff of what was cooking.You were the very fountain of warmth till that Sunday.I cant help sympathizing with the guy.First throw,and he had to get you.Of all the gazillion simpering single women looking for their soul-mates ,he had to get the one most equipped to make one lose belief in the Fairness of the Fairer Sex.Glowing Smile turned to Icy Stare.Those Daisy Dimples turned to Foreboding Frowns.And the total absence of any reason for the sudden change...Master Class.Conversations on the phone were cut short by hasty interruptions from the Ubiquitous Milkman.Nights of Passion were replaced by Sleepless Inaction.He just didn't know what hit him.And you actually managed to make him think it was all his fault!That he had done something wrong!The confusion and Turmoil you put him in...refreshingly exquisite.You had me gaping at thy Performance Breath-Taking.
4)Freaky Finale
I returned dazed to Headquarters..to report that you were the meanest in the neighborhood i have ever set eyes upon.And you are!And the way you finished him off is a case-study in Brutality and Unfeelingness .You set him up so nicely,he actually came apologizing and crying to you to forgive him.You were with that other guy then,feeling him up and setting him up as well...when this guy walks in.But the Being that you are,and the Powers of deception that you wield,you had him believe he was a worker.Wooh.Deception 101 is all yours for the teaching.And right there,you blasted him for being dishonest,for ruining your life,for deceiving you and what-not and let me tell ya,i have never seen such a compelling believable performance ever.If that doesn't deserve an Oscar,i don't know what does.He was pale and shaken..like a dry martini.He just went chalk-white.And i was licking my lips as i Knew that here was the Genuine Article.Kudos,Bravo..you are filled with the Stuff to the Brim.
And benefits of joining?We have a database of easy-money losers who'll fall for ya,though i think you could take any guy for a ride.You'll be the highest paid of the younger faculty though.And of course,you'll get tour share of the monthly earnings.And above all,we have loads of fun discussing new strategies and putting them into action.
If you want to join,just turn up at The Kingston Bar this Sunday..and i shall contact you.
Cheers,
Yours,
R.B.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Magazine making..:-/
Time for another post.Hoping to post one atleast every two days from now..:)
Well..the mid-sems provided a much UN-needed break to all the fun,and a week of torture ended with me performing decent in math and batti(elec) ,bad in TA(Technical Arts...Drawing Crap)and rank bad in none other than my very own departmental,the physics paper.
Ah well,whats done is done,no point in crying over spilt milk,we should learn from our mistakes,failure is the stepping stone to success an all dat taken into account,i swinged right into the usual time-wasting action packed schedule :D
First off,the ELS arranged a magazine making contest..so five of us usual peeps~me,aditya naveen,siddharth,anish,ketan...the English Literary cum photography cum fun cum what-not gang went into it with gusto.Three hours.18 A4 size sheets.Colour pens an stuff.Gotta make a magazine.
We put in pretty decent articles and two real good poems an other stuff,but the designing was horrible.Another team had such a front cover,ours paled into nothing in comparison.Hmmm.No hopes there.Better luck next time i guess.
Other than that,its been pretty normal .Reading The Reluctant Fundamentalist by Mohsin Hamid for the Literary Discussion Group meeting next weekend,thats something to look forward to.Also might go the Delhi Book Fair coming up in two weeks...
Also,went to a Video Conferencing Session with Mr.Myr ,senior developer of Mozilla Corporation who took some time off to chat about add-ons and all that in mozilla...was fun too,,
And planning to go to Manali in the mid-sem break (march mid) for skiing ....from IITK Adventure Club.Ought to be fun too.Only prob,conditioning camp everyday morn 6 30.At sub-ten temps.Sigh.
Anyways,there s a lab tomorrow at ten.Gotta get up for that.Else,will gfet fucked ..
Til tomorrow,
Saketh(~SaKi..wat say:) )
Well..the mid-sems provided a much UN-needed break to all the fun,and a week of torture ended with me performing decent in math and batti(elec) ,bad in TA(Technical Arts...Drawing Crap)and rank bad in none other than my very own departmental,the physics paper.
Ah well,whats done is done,no point in crying over spilt milk,we should learn from our mistakes,failure is the stepping stone to success an all dat taken into account,i swinged right into the usual time-wasting action packed schedule :D
First off,the ELS arranged a magazine making contest..so five of us usual peeps~me,aditya naveen,siddharth,anish,ketan...the English Literary cum photography cum fun cum what-not gang went into it with gusto.Three hours.18 A4 size sheets.Colour pens an stuff.Gotta make a magazine.
We put in pretty decent articles and two real good poems an other stuff,but the designing was horrible.Another team had such a front cover,ours paled into nothing in comparison.Hmmm.No hopes there.Better luck next time i guess.
Other than that,its been pretty normal .Reading The Reluctant Fundamentalist by Mohsin Hamid for the Literary Discussion Group meeting next weekend,thats something to look forward to.Also might go the Delhi Book Fair coming up in two weeks...
Also,went to a Video Conferencing Session with Mr.Myr ,senior developer of Mozilla Corporation who took some time off to chat about add-ons and all that in mozilla...was fun too,,
And planning to go to Manali in the mid-sem break (march mid) for skiing ....from IITK Adventure Club.Ought to be fun too.Only prob,conditioning camp everyday morn 6 30.At sub-ten temps.Sigh.
Anyways,there s a lab tomorrow at ten.Gotta get up for that.Else,will gfet fucked ..
Til tomorrow,
Saketh(~SaKi..wat say:) )
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Robin Hood!
The first thing i ever wrote i believe.
I was in my sixth standard. It was the half-yearly examination, and the last question of my english paper was to finish a poem! She had given two sentences.. and we had to finish it. It went like this -
My neighbour is Robin Hood,
and he lives in Sherwood.
In the middle of the wood he would stand,
with his merry band.
Up the trees he would climb,
leaving his band far behind.
He would then scout the wood,
for any sign of food.
Later, he would crouch behind the bushes,
until a merchant comes in glee.
He would pounce upon him like a tiger,
and the merchant would flee.
He would rob the merchant of his wealth,
and go back with stealth.
On the way, if he saw a stag,
he would kill it and put it in his bag.
And he would use his spear,
to kill many a deer.
Back inside the middle of the wood,
he would give all his loot and food,
to those who were in need,
all his loot and food indeed!
In this way he would live his day,
happy and gay..
------------
That was it. She said it was very good. I was understandably ecstatic about completing something of my own. Good or no - I am still happy there are not more than one or two grammatical mistakes there :).
I was in my sixth standard. It was the half-yearly examination, and the last question of my english paper was to finish a poem! She had given two sentences.. and we had to finish it. It went like this -
My neighbour is Robin Hood,
and he lives in Sherwood.
In the middle of the wood he would stand,
with his merry band.
Up the trees he would climb,
leaving his band far behind.
He would then scout the wood,
for any sign of food.
Later, he would crouch behind the bushes,
until a merchant comes in glee.
He would pounce upon him like a tiger,
and the merchant would flee.
He would rob the merchant of his wealth,
and go back with stealth.
On the way, if he saw a stag,
he would kill it and put it in his bag.
And he would use his spear,
to kill many a deer.
Back inside the middle of the wood,
he would give all his loot and food,
to those who were in need,
all his loot and food indeed!
In this way he would live his day,
happy and gay..
------------
That was it. She said it was very good. I was understandably ecstatic about completing something of my own. Good or no - I am still happy there are not more than one or two grammatical mistakes there :).
Thursday, January 17, 2008
The Mobile Home
Life goes on in the hostel as hectic as usual..bunking classes,eating junk food,solving crosswords,novels,musik,bulla..amidst it all i had a weird feeling there was something wrong.
IIT K had given me a room.I never went there!
I am either eating at the canteen,reading in the reading room,playing in some field,or bulla in some wing.I even sleep in different rooms!As a result,my things get spread over the hostel.Very inconvenient.
Coupled with the fact that i recently lost my room key for a record eight time(the only sort of thing i can beat my roomie in,i lead 8-0 :-( ),and also that wheneva i see my roomie these days,its invariably because i am asking for his key...
I mean,just imagine.You dont attend classes much.You don't get much motivation to study.Loads of other activities going on.Say you SOMEHOW gather the interest to pick up the books and study..you find that you've left this thing there an that rooms locked an the other guys lost his key and this guy s not there....You get the drift.
So i came up with a novel concept.An innovative method tailor-made to suit my needs of the moment.A mental breakthrough which left me on an intellectual high on conceiving the idea.
The Mobile Home.
Yep.I carry around my home with me...how can you do that you say?i ll have to carry two three bags don't i?
Ah.there s the catch.See,if you're the sort of guy/gal i am,it aint no big deal.Let me elucidate.The following constitute the contents of my Patented(yah) Mobile Home backpack.
*Three novels(from the book club)
*All three prescribed texts of the course
*One Rough Note
*One Nokia Charger.
*Collection of DVD'S(Two packs)
*One tooth-brush
*The Day's Newspaper
*A mix of pens and pencils
*A pair of bathroom slippers(i ll be wearing shoes)
TA-DA!
done.
Mob in the right pocket.Wallet on the left.
Life on the fast lane.
Clothes?Hmmm...i can visit ma room once a week...more than enough :-)
All together very light on the back.Now i dont live anywhere.I Just camp from place to place. :-)
Simple.
Now i ve got bored of this Computer Centre..am moving to the TV room.Will camp there a few hours.;-)
Ahh.The nomads must have lived in Bliss.I am certainly feeling heavenly.With my MH around,life cant get more convenient.
IIT K had given me a room.I never went there!
I am either eating at the canteen,reading in the reading room,playing in some field,or bulla in some wing.I even sleep in different rooms!As a result,my things get spread over the hostel.Very inconvenient.
Coupled with the fact that i recently lost my room key for a record eight time(the only sort of thing i can beat my roomie in,i lead 8-0 :-( ),and also that wheneva i see my roomie these days,its invariably because i am asking for his key...
I mean,just imagine.You dont attend classes much.You don't get much motivation to study.Loads of other activities going on.Say you SOMEHOW gather the interest to pick up the books and study..you find that you've left this thing there an that rooms locked an the other guys lost his key and this guy s not there....You get the drift.
So i came up with a novel concept.An innovative method tailor-made to suit my needs of the moment.A mental breakthrough which left me on an intellectual high on conceiving the idea.
The Mobile Home.
Yep.I carry around my home with me...how can you do that you say?i ll have to carry two three bags don't i?
Ah.there s the catch.See,if you're the sort of guy/gal i am,it aint no big deal.Let me elucidate.The following constitute the contents of my Patented(yah) Mobile Home backpack.
*Three novels(from the book club)
*All three prescribed texts of the course
*One Rough Note
*One Nokia Charger.
*Collection of DVD'S(Two packs)
*One tooth-brush
*The Day's Newspaper
*A mix of pens and pencils
*A pair of bathroom slippers(i ll be wearing shoes)
TA-DA!
done.
Mob in the right pocket.Wallet on the left.
Life on the fast lane.
Clothes?Hmmm...i can visit ma room once a week...more than enough :-)
All together very light on the back.Now i dont live anywhere.I Just camp from place to place. :-)
Simple.
Now i ve got bored of this Computer Centre..am moving to the TV room.Will camp there a few hours.;-)
Ahh.The nomads must have lived in Bliss.I am certainly feeling heavenly.With my MH around,life cant get more convenient.
Old Friends
I was thinking of old friends today
of how many of them have slipped away,
Moved,different College, or stopped calling so much,
Found new friends, got busy, and just lost touch.
It reminded me of falling leaves.
Every autumn the leaves fall from every tree,
Some stay longer than others,
But eventually - Each leaf must fall, I'm told,
Leaving the tree alone to face the cold.
Why is it that in the time of utmost need
The leaves would seek to leave the tree?
And when we need our friends around
We look and they cannot be found?
Of course these friendships come and go
And in the spring new leaves will grow.
But I prefer autumn friends of old
With crackling laughter and colour bold.
It saddens me now I must admit,its true,
I did forget Laughing with old friends of mine
During summers when the sun would shine.
And then I thought of you.
That one stubborn leaf that won't let go.
That clings despite the winds that blow.
Fighting ice, and snow, and winter's stings
Hanging on right through till spring.
So I guess that's what you are to me
The very last leaf to leave the tree.
I know it seems silly, but it's true.
When I see that last leaf...
I think of you...
of how many of them have slipped away,
Moved,different College, or stopped calling so much,
Found new friends, got busy, and just lost touch.
It reminded me of falling leaves.
Every autumn the leaves fall from every tree,
Some stay longer than others,
But eventually - Each leaf must fall, I'm told,
Leaving the tree alone to face the cold.
Why is it that in the time of utmost need
The leaves would seek to leave the tree?
And when we need our friends around
We look and they cannot be found?
Of course these friendships come and go
And in the spring new leaves will grow.
But I prefer autumn friends of old
With crackling laughter and colour bold.
It saddens me now I must admit,its true,
I did forget Laughing with old friends of mine
During summers when the sun would shine.
And then I thought of you.
That one stubborn leaf that won't let go.
That clings despite the winds that blow.
Fighting ice, and snow, and winter's stings
Hanging on right through till spring.
So I guess that's what you are to me
The very last leaf to leave the tree.
I know it seems silly, but it's true.
When I see that last leaf...
I think of you...
Monday, December 31, 2007
A New Beginning...?
2007 has come to an end. :-|
An year that has thrown up a LOT of stuff...a rollercoaster ride if there ever was one ;-)
There are a lot of year-end reviews on all kinds of stuff ..so i thought of writing a review of my life in 2006 :-)
The year started off with my prep for the JEE in absolute shambles and me having given up totally on it.But as i wasn't desperate to get in anyway,i didn give much of a damn and was jus watin for the god-damn exams to get over and sneak into some college :-D
With a few truely free-spirited like-minded friends around,we seemed to be having more fun,come the exams!But with loads of guilt about the fact we aint studyin,but..that was usual :-)
Well,the exams came and went,and with the help of a JEE paper custom-made to fit what little a studied and a huge slice of luck,i made it through :-).So,me and all of my friends ended up in pretty decent colleges,and after the three-four months of having fun when supposed to study,we finally had 2-3 months of bliss.That happy feeling that only Joblessness can give ya :-)
But i had to choose courses and all that..and i had two choices,Chennai/Kanpur.Now,IITM is like next-door .but i wanted to explore the world you know...go out and move around,interact with new kinds of people,culture..so i chose IITK..;-/
And what a first sem here!A pretty decent time at the cult fest,a lil but of booze n smoke's spread over,a marathon of bunkin classes...and to top it all,i finally failed!An F in math.WoW.Lolz.heheheh.Funny.I aint even ashamed of the fact.Sheesh :-D
Now on to 2008...and what new experiences will it throw up?Will it be any different to all the previous years?I have a feeling its going to be pretty much the same for me...jobless roaming around,average acads..:-D
And the Arsenal "Kids" have finally matured and are showing the world what they are capable of.Go Gunnerzz!
And Again,A very very happy and prosperous new year to you all!
An year that has thrown up a LOT of stuff...a rollercoaster ride if there ever was one ;-)
There are a lot of year-end reviews on all kinds of stuff ..so i thought of writing a review of my life in 2006 :-)
The year started off with my prep for the JEE in absolute shambles and me having given up totally on it.But as i wasn't desperate to get in anyway,i didn give much of a damn and was jus watin for the god-damn exams to get over and sneak into some college :-D
With a few truely free-spirited like-minded friends around,we seemed to be having more fun,come the exams!But with loads of guilt about the fact we aint studyin,but..that was usual :-)
Well,the exams came and went,and with the help of a JEE paper custom-made to fit what little a studied and a huge slice of luck,i made it through :-).So,me and all of my friends ended up in pretty decent colleges,and after the three-four months of having fun when supposed to study,we finally had 2-3 months of bliss.That happy feeling that only Joblessness can give ya :-)
But i had to choose courses and all that..and i had two choices,Chennai/Kanpur.Now,IITM is like next-door .but i wanted to explore the world you know...go out and move around,interact with new kinds of people,culture..so i chose IITK..;-/
And what a first sem here!A pretty decent time at the cult fest,a lil but of booze n smoke's spread over,a marathon of bunkin classes...and to top it all,i finally failed!An F in math.WoW.Lolz.heheheh.Funny.I aint even ashamed of the fact.Sheesh :-D
Now on to 2008...and what new experiences will it throw up?Will it be any different to all the previous years?I have a feeling its going to be pretty much the same for me...jobless roaming around,average acads..:-D
And the Arsenal "Kids" have finally matured and are showing the world what they are capable of.Go Gunnerzz!
And Again,A very very happy and prosperous new year to you all!
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Mail To Sis ;-)
Well,this one of the funnier mails I've written,
For those who don't know(which will be most i guess),My sis is currently doing her M.S in the U.S..and for quite some time,we hadn't chatted.Her name is Janani and yours truly's name is Saketh :~D.
I was bloody bored and decided to write her a mail and also ask her why she hasnt contacted for so long.Then,i thought about pulling her leg~~abusing her for not having contacted...and finally ended up sending this ..
Sub: URGENT : DUID India Requires Confirmation of Identity
This is to Miss M. Janani , Daughter of R.Indira and K.P.N.Murthy
enquiring about a certain sentient being going by the name of Saketh
(sa -as in "saw", keth as in the hindi "keth" for field),who alleges
to be your brother.
On thorough examination of your brother's recent doings,it has been
found that he has been in contact with a number of friends of his
frequently,even face-to-face.And also,less frequently,his room-mate.He
has also been in touch with friends of his old school etc etc. We even
checked back to such extents ,it has been found that he has been in
contact with the grand-grand-grand-grand son of the crow that had pee'
d on him in his erstwhile hometown Kalpakkam (The fourth crow in its
great line had taken part in the great South-North Migration) and also
its companion sidekick pigeon .But nowhere in his contacts does there
appear any "Janani" or any mention of a "sister".
As a consequence of the above, Saketh has filed a petition claiming
that his sister is dead,and since he is the closest surviving
relative,he should get immediate possession of all her material and
intellectual property,especially her I-Pod shuffle and any other
extravagant purchases she might have made in the U.S excluding any
vintage undergarments.
He even went so far as to give complete details,and it was he who
detailed us with this g-mail id saying its his sisters. he arrogantly
said "Mail all you wanna!!a billion mails of your's ain't gonna get no
reply"(before he collapsed into groans as he was then suffering from
acute pain in the ass triggered by his room-mate)
We mail you as we have serious doubts as to whether such a sister
exists(dead or alive).Thorough research even threw up that he had
talked(Take a glass of water.Drink it.Now have copious amounts of
whisky .You are in for a shock) to a few GIRLS in IIT-K.In case you
are ignorant of the fact,the last rare sighting of a female on campus
was when an innocent first-yearite had taken a wrong turn at the
crossings,to find a girl(all people on campus are trained to identify
one when they see one).Total number of sightings have numbered in the
few dozen last year.
If we have dug so deep as to reveal "girl" connections,its impossible
to not have mentioned any sister or "Janani"(nice name,i must say,we
could meet sometime..if u are alive,that is.maybe over a cup of
tea...i am tall,dark,handsome..).ahem..where was i?Ya...impossible as
even great-grandma's made their presence somewhere.
This brings us to have serious doubts about the validity of his statements.
1)If you are Alive,proceed to Step 3
2)If you are dead,proceed to...what the fuck,if u are dead,call your
local undertaker
3)If u are Janani,proceed to step 5
4)If you are not janani,proceed to step 5
5)Are you the sister of the afore-mentioned Saketh?
If u ARE,and you didn't lie and really are alive...please mail back
immediately. Else you could lose your case and be proclaimed dead in your
home country.And also be thusly confiscated of all your
possessions..bare(well,not exactly bare,your undergarments ll be
spared i guess)
You could also correspond regularly with us...it is astonishing how
you have maintained your distance so effectively!!!We would love to
make a case study of you!we also have among our number's people who
would love to distance themselves from their siblings(though majority
of them have a prob with elder sisters,sharp contrast to the case
here).
Here's to great times ahead.
Cheers,
Your Could-Be,
And Chief Resolver Of Utterly Irrational Disputes,
Skinhead Dudderhead
P.S-Think about the cup of tea...
For those who don't know(which will be most i guess),My sis is currently doing her M.S in the U.S..and for quite some time,we hadn't chatted.Her name is Janani and yours truly's name is Saketh :~D.
I was bloody bored and decided to write her a mail and also ask her why she hasnt contacted for so long.Then,i thought about pulling her leg~~abusing her for not having contacted...and finally ended up sending this ..
Sub: URGENT : DUID India Requires Confirmation of Identity
This is to Miss M. Janani , Daughter of R.Indira and K.P.N.Murthy
enquiring about a certain sentient being going by the name of Saketh
(sa -as in "saw", keth as in the hindi "keth" for field),who alleges
to be your brother.
On thorough examination of your brother's recent doings,it has been
found that he has been in contact with a number of friends of his
frequently,even face-to-face.And also,less frequently,his room-mate.He
has also been in touch with friends of his old school etc etc. We even
checked back to such extents ,it has been found that he has been in
contact with the grand-grand-grand-grand son of the crow that had pee'
d on him in his erstwhile hometown Kalpakkam (The fourth crow in its
great line had taken part in the great South-North Migration) and also
its companion sidekick pigeon .But nowhere in his contacts does there
appear any "Janani" or any mention of a "sister".
As a consequence of the above, Saketh has filed a petition claiming
that his sister is dead,and since he is the closest surviving
relative,he should get immediate possession of all her material and
intellectual property,especially her I-Pod shuffle and any other
extravagant purchases she might have made in the U.S excluding any
vintage undergarments.
He even went so far as to give complete details,and it was he who
detailed us with this g-mail id saying its his sisters. he arrogantly
said "Mail all you wanna!!a billion mails of your's ain't gonna get no
reply"(before he collapsed into groans as he was then suffering from
acute pain in the ass triggered by his room-mate)
We mail you as we have serious doubts as to whether such a sister
exists(dead or alive).Thorough research even threw up that he had
talked(Take a glass of water.Drink it.Now have copious amounts of
whisky .You are in for a shock) to a few GIRLS in IIT-K.In case you
are ignorant of the fact,the last rare sighting of a female on campus
was when an innocent first-yearite had taken a wrong turn at the
crossings,to find a girl(all people on campus are trained to identify
one when they see one).Total number of sightings have numbered in the
few dozen last year.
If we have dug so deep as to reveal "girl" connections,its impossible
to not have mentioned any sister or "Janani"(nice name,i must say,we
could meet sometime..if u are alive,that is.maybe over a cup of
tea...i am tall,dark,handsome..).ahem..where was i?Ya...impossible as
even great-grandma's made their presence somewhere.
This brings us to have serious doubts about the validity of his statements.
1)If you are Alive,proceed to Step 3
2)If you are dead,proceed to...what the fuck,if u are dead,call your
local undertaker
3)If u are Janani,proceed to step 5
4)If you are not janani,proceed to step 5
5)Are you the sister of the afore-mentioned Saketh?
If u ARE,and you didn't lie and really are alive...please mail back
immediately. Else you could lose your case and be proclaimed dead in your
home country.And also be thusly confiscated of all your
possessions..bare(well,not exactly bare,your undergarments ll be
spared i guess)
You could also correspond regularly with us...it is astonishing how
you have maintained your distance so effectively!!!We would love to
make a case study of you!we also have among our number's people who
would love to distance themselves from their siblings(though majority
of them have a prob with elder sisters,sharp contrast to the case
here).
Here's to great times ahead.
Cheers,
Your Could-Be,
And Chief Resolver Of Utterly Irrational Disputes,
Skinhead Dudderhead
P.S-Think about the cup of tea...
Christmas!
Well,Christmas has come and gone..and all the "Merry X-mas"'s are finally over..i suddenly thought of something.
A dozen friends wished me a merry christmas today and none of them were christian.Ever thought about it?
Does the festival truly transcend religion?Very interesting phenomenom, and one unique to christmas as i cant point any other single religious festival with as much widespread impact..what about the hindu festivals?Nope.Id?Bakrid?Nope.But christmas...and u can find everyone on the street wishing you as they go by!
Well,after much thought,i guess Christmas has come hand-in-hand with english.As we study english in schools and college's we read many many stories and most are set in a christian background..i.e the characters are christian.Whether the fact that they are christian has a role in the story doesn't matter..we find many references to Christianity.Who has not read the Christmas Carol and the very many stories that revolve around the Christmas season.Do we read about bakrid?Id?Rarely if ever.
Do i resent Christianity for it?Why should I?I rather feel sad that we are not exposed to the traditions and culture of other relgions too,many as beautiful and as stirring to their own followers as Christmas is..
I also felt that its so wonderful that we are so receptive of other religions.Its in a way , heartening to see everyone wishing celebrating Christmas...gives hope that the world may yet be free of religious wars and bloodshed.
After all its not just a celebration of Christianity,it is a celebration of Life.
Merry X'mas to you all too.And a hapy new year :-)
A dozen friends wished me a merry christmas today and none of them were christian.Ever thought about it?
Does the festival truly transcend religion?Very interesting phenomenom, and one unique to christmas as i cant point any other single religious festival with as much widespread impact..what about the hindu festivals?Nope.Id?Bakrid?Nope.But christmas...and u can find everyone on the street wishing you as they go by!
Well,after much thought,i guess Christmas has come hand-in-hand with english.As we study english in schools and college's we read many many stories and most are set in a christian background..i.e the characters are christian.Whether the fact that they are christian has a role in the story doesn't matter..we find many references to Christianity.Who has not read the Christmas Carol and the very many stories that revolve around the Christmas season.Do we read about bakrid?Id?Rarely if ever.
Do i resent Christianity for it?Why should I?I rather feel sad that we are not exposed to the traditions and culture of other relgions too,many as beautiful and as stirring to their own followers as Christmas is..
I also felt that its so wonderful that we are so receptive of other religions.Its in a way , heartening to see everyone wishing celebrating Christmas...gives hope that the world may yet be free of religious wars and bloodshed.
After all its not just a celebration of Christianity,it is a celebration of Life.
Merry X'mas to you all too.And a hapy new year :-)
Friday, December 21, 2007
My N + 1'th attempt at a blog..
I always start with loads of enthusiasm.On an intellectual High or after having followed some particularly refreshing train of thought..i feel like writing it down somewhere.Give my thoughts Shape.An existence.
But then comes naming the blog.Well,if my blog is going to be one i'm going to regularly post in(as intended),It should be pretty good shodunnit?I named one LifeIsSoComplicatedFuckIt , another IncoherentRamblingsOfAnAddledBrain and yet another ThoughtlessThoughts...
As you can see (especially with the last one),I was definitely getting bugged up..so i said-Whats in a name anyway? and tried THAT out only to find that TOO had been taken,so i added an eh and there i am .Successfully named.Christened.Whatever.
I tried out loads of combinations before that,i tried RequeimForABlog (i loved the movie,Requiem For A Dream),but found out that some smart ass had taken that(now i cant see why i didnt expect it,there s a serious surplus of blogs,even with the unimaginative zillions),tried out IncoherentRamblings(Taken) and a few more,but nope. No success
Then,after all that,i had to give a Title too.Now,i was too bugged by then,and i restrained myself from giving the computer the ol' one-two and so just named it some crap.
And then ,the first post.Well,all the enthusiasm's been definitely taken out by now.So i end up writing a Crappy first post describing a Crappy blog creation.Maybe i should have titled it Crap.Or maybe Crappiest Blog Ever.Maybe i should go dip my head in elephant shit.Maybe you should too.
Ah well.
If you are reading this,at least i aint the most jobless. :-)
Cheers.
I always start with loads of enthusiasm.On an intellectual High or after having followed some particularly refreshing train of thought..i feel like writing it down somewhere.Give my thoughts Shape.An existence.
But then comes naming the blog.Well,if my blog is going to be one i'm going to regularly post in(as intended),It should be pretty good shodunnit?I named one LifeIsSoComplicatedFuckIt , another IncoherentRamblingsOfAnAddledBrain and yet another ThoughtlessThoughts...
As you can see (especially with the last one),I was definitely getting bugged up..so i said-Whats in a name anyway? and tried THAT out only to find that TOO had been taken,so i added an eh and there i am .Successfully named.Christened.Whatever.
I tried out loads of combinations before that,i tried RequeimForABlog (i loved the movie,Requiem For A Dream),but found out that some smart ass had taken that(now i cant see why i didnt expect it,there s a serious surplus of blogs,even with the unimaginative zillions),tried out IncoherentRamblings(Taken) and a few more,but nope. No success
Then,after all that,i had to give a Title too.Now,i was too bugged by then,and i restrained myself from giving the computer the ol' one-two and so just named it some crap.
And then ,the first post.Well,all the enthusiasm's been definitely taken out by now.So i end up writing a Crappy first post describing a Crappy blog creation.Maybe i should have titled it Crap.Or maybe Crappiest Blog Ever.Maybe i should go dip my head in elephant shit.Maybe you should too.
Ah well.
If you are reading this,at least i aint the most jobless. :-)
Cheers.
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