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.
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