Being a Brahmin is no big deal
The only problem occurs when you can’t decide the type…….
IYER, I believe is cool.
But not as cool as IYENGAR….
Well, of course, being an Iyengar would mean cutting down on eggs
AN EGG FOR THE SAKE OF LOVE!!!!
A statement enough to make chickens turn in their Grill….I mean Grave
Now, what the heck is this BRAHMIN thing about?………
Just ESHITA
Ok, my current crush might make one to stop and wonder about the status of the previous one….Sandhya
Sandhya……I love from the bottom of my heart
But Eshita, a Brahmin,….from top, bottom, front, back, left, right and center
What surprises me, however, is the fact that OUR Gang is filled with “Rhyming Pairs”
Avi n Palli…
Hams n Rams…
Ashy n Eshy…..
Vinni n Kavi……
Amby n………..Bomby?!……hmmmm, interesting
Anyways, guess Amby and my Mom are nowhere around as of now……….SAFE!!!
Signing off,
Ashok Krishnan
(MADCAP)
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Phir wahi baat.
By god! It is the answer to all our problems. The more you think about it, the more lucid the logic becomes. Imagine having caste-differentiated traffic lanes and multi colored bogies on the locals, OBC red, ST green, SC blue, MBC purple and OC yellow. No more jostling on the bus for seats, they are reserved!
You are MBC and you have a heart attack, why an MBC doctor will be there to treat you first. The doctor has been nurtured for this very moment by good old VP Singh. Matrimonials already help boost national dissection (as opposed to integration?). Let's make babies that are assured a seat in IIT.
Imagine reserving every one in two seats, every where, barbers' shops, bus stops, even movie theatres (yes, pay less if you produce your caste certificate).
Come to think about it, this kind of discrimination irked the hell out of us when the 'white skins' did it to us. I wonder why. It makes so much sense! White here, brown there. Backward aage, forward peeche. Just imagine getting an auto-upgrade on Indian flights with your caste certificate. The future is looking good!
The best thing that reservation ever did was to make the 'geniuses' from IIT and IIM mix with the 'local college wale'. Rang de basanti! Jai bharat mata di!
Tere ko reservation se problem hai kya?
You are MBC and you have a heart attack, why an MBC doctor will be there to treat you first. The doctor has been nurtured for this very moment by good old VP Singh. Matrimonials already help boost national dissection (as opposed to integration?). Let's make babies that are assured a seat in IIT.
Imagine reserving every one in two seats, every where, barbers' shops, bus stops, even movie theatres (yes, pay less if you produce your caste certificate).
Come to think about it, this kind of discrimination irked the hell out of us when the 'white skins' did it to us. I wonder why. It makes so much sense! White here, brown there. Backward aage, forward peeche. Just imagine getting an auto-upgrade on Indian flights with your caste certificate. The future is looking good!
The best thing that reservation ever did was to make the 'geniuses' from IIT and IIM mix with the 'local college wale'. Rang de basanti! Jai bharat mata di!
Tere ko reservation se problem hai kya?
Sunday, May 28, 2006
WE rocked!!....IT sucked!!
Cricket after ages....we had lost our form.....but class as they say is permanent...so we showed the school kids watching us how to play some good old gentleman's game...actually the fact that they were waiting for us to clear the ground is infact an insignificant fact.....we rocked!!....
Arvind with his ricky po****** kind of stroke play was in his element....Avi with his bowling was mindblowing ...he bowled righ fast, right medium, right leg spin, right off spin, left (ditto)...Me the good old sehwag blindness...ball dissappearing...into the grand stands....we rocked!!.....
Every muscle in the body said dont .....but our lion hearted ....welll ...hearts kept us going....we fell down in exhaustion .....but got back to play one last time....
the moments in which an energy drained arvind ran 40 yards to take a blinding catch will be etched in our memories
...the sight of a tired avi running in to bowl the ball of his life...will inspire those dumb kids on the boundary line all their lives..
As i took guard for the last time that evening and perished trying to clear the boundary one more time...i went down convinced that i had given it my all...we all had...we rocked!!...
Later we saw 36 china town.....it sucked!!...
Arvind with his ricky po****** kind of stroke play was in his element....Avi with his bowling was mindblowing ...he bowled righ fast, right medium, right leg spin, right off spin, left (ditto)...Me the good old sehwag blindness...ball dissappearing...into the grand stands....we rocked!!.....
Every muscle in the body said dont .....but our lion hearted ....welll ...hearts kept us going....we fell down in exhaustion .....but got back to play one last time....
the moments in which an energy drained arvind ran 40 yards to take a blinding catch will be etched in our memories
...the sight of a tired avi running in to bowl the ball of his life...will inspire those dumb kids on the boundary line all their lives..
As i took guard for the last time that evening and perished trying to clear the boundary one more time...i went down convinced that i had given it my all...we all had...we rocked!!...
Later we saw 36 china town.....it sucked!!...
Friday, May 26, 2006
THURSDAY NIGHT FEVER
PARENTAL GUIDANCE – NO SHIT !!
DUBAI = FRIDAY HOLIDAY
Thursday night found me in a DANCE BAR
Three Beers, Seven Cigarettes, Five scantily clad dancing girls and I’m still SOBER?!
GOD, WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME????!!!!
Boozing, of course, reminded me of the DUDESS and her skill at throwing PEANUTS
SORRY DUDESS!!!!
3 AM Rendezvous with a HOOKAh finally did the work
OUTCOME?!…
Q. WHAT WOULD YOU CALL NISHAD’S TOILET?
A. BATTLEFIELD!
Q. WHAT WOULD YOU CALL NISHAD AFTER A COMPLETE MEAL OF CHICKEN BIRYANI?
A. RDX
5 AM. HOME. GOOD NIGHT !
DUBAI = FRIDAY HOLIDAY
Thursday night found me in a DANCE BAR
Three Beers, Seven Cigarettes, Five scantily clad dancing girls and I’m still SOBER?!
GOD, WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME????!!!!
Boozing, of course, reminded me of the DUDESS and her skill at throwing PEANUTS
SORRY DUDESS!!!!
3 AM Rendezvous with a HOOKAh finally did the work
OUTCOME?!…
Q. WHAT WOULD YOU CALL NISHAD’S TOILET?
A. BATTLEFIELD!
Q. WHAT WOULD YOU CALL NISHAD AFTER A COMPLETE MEAL OF CHICKEN BIRYANI?
A. RDX
5 AM. HOME. GOOD NIGHT !
Wake up!
Its called 'realizing'-- it happens to all the people all the time. It can make things clear, crystal clear! all of a sudden one morning you wake up and realize that its not the way it was yesterday-this life. You wake up to the reality of it all, understand that life is all about living, its all about going on. Today you are where you are, in a few days you are gone, somewhere else, as someone else.
A differet role, a different life, you dont want those memories anymore, you dont want that self anymore. You want to be what you want to be, you want to be different. It can happen, happens all the time to all the people. You just have to wake up one morning to the realization that your life is yours to live, yours to breathe, yours to celebrate.
You can dream for an eternity of what wasnt and what couldnt be, but that is living in made up reality, you need to learn the art of moving on, you need to master the skill of forgetting, they are life saving skill sets.
Open your eyes, tell yourself you are not that anymore, not that, that was yesterday. Today you are what you are, a far cry from yesterday.
A differet role, a different life, you dont want those memories anymore, you dont want that self anymore. You want to be what you want to be, you want to be different. It can happen, happens all the time to all the people. You just have to wake up one morning to the realization that your life is yours to live, yours to breathe, yours to celebrate.
You can dream for an eternity of what wasnt and what couldnt be, but that is living in made up reality, you need to learn the art of moving on, you need to master the skill of forgetting, they are life saving skill sets.
Open your eyes, tell yourself you are not that anymore, not that, that was yesterday. Today you are what you are, a far cry from yesterday.
Alvida!
Arre, O, Mumbai, apun ko tujhse anth me pyaar ho gaya. Tu dikhne me khaas nahin hai, tera dil bilkul kaala hai, bilkul apun ke jaise, hai na? Phir bhi tera mera janam janam ka rishta hoga, kya?
It must be magic, because to miss living in a city that is a swirling eddy of taxis, garbage, history and people (god, the people), I must be insane. But after one mouthful of zunka-bhakar and a couple of rides in those crazy locals, I can't think of living anywhere else (except Auroville). It is so easy to get sentimental, yahan rehna matlab filmy ho jaana. Arre, teen maheeno me maine dus baras ki kahaniyaan ikhatee kar liye hain. I think I will even miss the Sheraton.
All that beer and the casual dating, art fart film premieres and malling, damn just listen to me, I am going soft!
I haven't bumped into the Bachchan baby as yet. (as yet.) I even had rasam rice and aloo curry for six hundred bucks but all and all I have had a lovely time, thank you.
And when I do fly out of the country, like I should (my Indian visa says that this foreigner has been granted permission to stay for a stipulated period of time), my final glimpse of India will be Mumbai. Like it should. Sigh. Alvida meri jaan!
It must be magic, because to miss living in a city that is a swirling eddy of taxis, garbage, history and people (god, the people), I must be insane. But after one mouthful of zunka-bhakar and a couple of rides in those crazy locals, I can't think of living anywhere else (except Auroville). It is so easy to get sentimental, yahan rehna matlab filmy ho jaana. Arre, teen maheeno me maine dus baras ki kahaniyaan ikhatee kar liye hain. I think I will even miss the Sheraton.
All that beer and the casual dating, art fart film premieres and malling, damn just listen to me, I am going soft!
I haven't bumped into the Bachchan baby as yet. (as yet.) I even had rasam rice and aloo curry for six hundred bucks but all and all I have had a lovely time, thank you.
And when I do fly out of the country, like I should (my Indian visa says that this foreigner has been granted permission to stay for a stipulated period of time), my final glimpse of India will be Mumbai. Like it should. Sigh. Alvida meri jaan!
early to bed, early to rise... makes you!
9 o' clock in the morning can get so lonely in office. Nobody around - specially in a place as lazy as hyderabad where ppl have lunch at 3 in the afternoon and believe me u - dinners going upto 2 in the night!
So I was saying, my routine and work ethics have quite transformed in the last couple of weeks -
I sleep early, wake up early, makecoffee, read the early morning paper, get ready, get some breakfast and get to work.
I think this is all to do with growing up - you learn to gather what's good for you and what's not - (now stop pointing that revolver at me, Arvind!)
Its all about being a Good Boy and realizing your inner self. Period.
ok i admit writing the above was difficult!
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Rendezvous with 'Ham'i Gundewal
Aj hum ek safar pe jaane waale hain...ek alag sa safar...mumbai ke galiyon se lekar dubai ki shaan tak...dhandhagiri se shuru karke...goli-bandook ko paar karke...laal diaryiyon ka pichvade dikhake...ab edon ka eda banke bait rahen hain in dono..."kuch bolo mat nahin tho maa-behen ek kar doonga saala" yahin inka mantra ban gaya hai...aur in sab ko aapke paas laane ki bhaagya mujhe...Hami Gundewal ko mili hai...
Hami: Tho aaj aap edon ki eda bane hai...tum logon ko kaisa mehsoos ho raha hai?
"V": sarkar bol saale kameene -- respect dikha!!!
"A": bol bachchan band kar...nahi to airport se nikalte hi thok dunga saale pata hi nahi padega kaun kya kiya
Hami: (Airport...aiport kahan se aa gaya...humto chai shop mein beithe hain)...are main to apke baare me acha hi toh bola?
"A": abe saale!!!! ek baar bolna kaafi nahi hai kya!!!!(raises revolver)
"V": abe "A" chup kar yaar...woh humko edon ki eda bol raha hai...matlab janta hai?
"A": bolna padta hai saale...
"V": kyun?
"A": kyunki main "A" hoon saale...
"V": chuth!...main bhi to "V" hoon to kya hua...edon ka eda matlab hum mast aadmi hain sumjha..
Hami: Haan to ab bataiye...
"V": Edon ka Eda tho hume dar see pukar rahe hain...
"A": Force ka aadmi hun...laal diary mein itna entry kar diya ki ab laal diary nahi balki laal extra large 300 pages notebook chahiye...
"V": gaandu...tu force ka admi nahi re...underworld ka aadmi hai...
"A": are haan be..."Force ka aadmi NAHIN hun...laal diary mein itna entry kar diya ki ab laal diary nahi balki laal extra large 300 pages notebook chahiye..."
"V": chutiya saala...agar force mein nahi ho tho laal diary ke saath kya karoge?
"A": abe haan yaar..."V" bhahut dimag hai yaar tumko....abe "Hami" saale sun lo aakhri baar bol raha hoon..."Force ka aadmi NAHIN hun...laal diary mein itna entry NAHIN kar diya ki ab laal diary nahi balki laal extra large 300 pages notebook NAHIN chahiye..."
"V": Mast yaar...ab tune sachmuch dikha diya "V" aur "A" milen tho kya ho sakta hai...
Hami: Deadly combination hai saab..tum logon ka...
"A": Jai aur Viru ke baad "V" aur "A" ko thokne ke liya koi saala paida he nahin hua...
"V": "Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting...Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting...Thodi si Dhool Meri Dharti ki mere vatan ki..."
"A": Abe saale ab tumko kya ho gaya...rang de basanti ka gana kyun ga raha hai...
"V": Oye...Jai aur Veeru ke baare me bolne par mujhe "Basanti" ki yaad aa gayi yaaar....Oye..."Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting"
"A": Abe hum gangster hai yaar...
"V": Oh haan re..."abe saaala thok dunga tumhe...saale...maa-behen ko kar doonga"...
"A": Abe dialogue change karna yaar...bore ho gaya wohi dialogue sun sun ke...
"V": Tho yeh kaisa hai yaar "abe maa-behen thok dunga...saaale...tumhe kar doonga"
"A": Oye achcha hai...par maa-behen ko hum kyun thoken?...aur "tumhe kar doonga"? kya karenge?
"V": Jo bhi re...
Tea Master: Abe gandu log...kitna gilas tea piyenge re...chootiyon...pehle account settle karo...
"A" & "V": "abe maa-behen thok dunga...saaale...tumhe kar doonga"...
Tea Master: Saale mujh par hi dikh rahe hai kya...agar aur bola to garam pani phenk doonga aur tum logon ko tumhari mooh hi pehchan nahi hogi...
"A" & "V": "Ji Huzoor!!! Jo aap bole"
Hami: Saale dono edon ka eda nahi par choothiyon ka chutiya hai
"A" & "V": "abe maa-behen .....
Hami: chup saale varna mein tun logon ko thok dunga...
TO BE CONTINUED...
camp david!
folks let me introduce you all to a magic mansion :-)
this is not your American 'presidentil retreat' where the likes of Bush and other weirdo junkies have been flaunting themselves tirelessly...
The camp I mention here is a cardboard shop located somewhere beside Yeses in the middle of Anna Ngr.
One fine evening, (on our way to Krati's place -- yes this was before we were to hear the words that inspired this blog 'what joy')... 4-5 years ago, I was taken by Ashfaq (once named 'fuck face' by the now 'notorious' bomby) to a world - 'nirvana' - that I had never ever known of before.
"A world where silence is peace, white smoke is bliss and rings can never be hollow"
It was the world of Davidoff cigarettes where all you ever needed to do, is take that long slender cigarette next to your middle finger, raise it a bit and then a bit more until they touch your lips, turn your head to the side, smoke and attain eternity.
The shop owner in his old white shirt and colourful lungi looked like our messiah at the doorstep, welcoming us to paradise.
5 years and 5 days since, here we are - the world exists, our lives still placid but things having moved on, I have 'almost' quit smoking and Ashfaq graduating to Irani hookah - there is one doubt, one concern that haunts me - Have we forgotten the past? Have we behaved like strangers disguised as stuntmen? Are we the same today or will we ever be after that evening 'the twilight of sanctity'?
I think its time to light up once again -- ignite the white symbol of freedom. Its now or never brother!
Welcome everybody to 'Camp David'-- welcome to paradise! ... your fate is now in your hands.
this is not your American 'presidentil retreat' where the likes of Bush and other weirdo junkies have been flaunting themselves tirelessly...
The camp I mention here is a cardboard shop located somewhere beside Yeses in the middle of Anna Ngr.
One fine evening, (on our way to Krati's place -- yes this was before we were to hear the words that inspired this blog 'what joy')... 4-5 years ago, I was taken by Ashfaq (once named 'fuck face' by the now 'notorious' bomby) to a world - 'nirvana' - that I had never ever known of before.
"A world where silence is peace, white smoke is bliss and rings can never be hollow"
It was the world of Davidoff cigarettes where all you ever needed to do, is take that long slender cigarette next to your middle finger, raise it a bit and then a bit more until they touch your lips, turn your head to the side, smoke and attain eternity.
The shop owner in his old white shirt and colourful lungi looked like our messiah at the doorstep, welcoming us to paradise.
5 years and 5 days since, here we are - the world exists, our lives still placid but things having moved on, I have 'almost' quit smoking and Ashfaq graduating to Irani hookah - there is one doubt, one concern that haunts me - Have we forgotten the past? Have we behaved like strangers disguised as stuntmen? Are we the same today or will we ever be after that evening 'the twilight of sanctity'?
I think its time to light up once again -- ignite the white symbol of freedom. Its now or never brother!
Welcome everybody to 'Camp David'-- welcome to paradise! ... your fate is now in your hands.
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Screwed!
feel totally dissapointed guys,....i can now claim to be a truly struggling writer.
I had entered this short story contest, that claimed that it would provide a platform for budding writer. Now all the finalists are previously well established, and published authors.
I am but getting used to getting screwed
But i know that break is jus round the corner....but which corner??
I had entered this short story contest, that claimed that it would provide a platform for budding writer. Now all the finalists are previously well established, and published authors.
I am but getting used to getting screwed
But i know that break is jus round the corner....but which corner??
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Evesdropping....
Evesdropping on wordless conversations
DAY 1 of the blog
Anarchist: what does one do with this, looks like an invite?
Sriram: to where?
Anusha: Did i get an invitation?..I am sure i did?
DAY 7 of the blog
Anarchist: Everyone is posting....
Sriram: Hmmmm....what did u say?
Anusha: How does this thing work?
DAY 14 of the blog
Anarchist: To post or not to post...
Sriram: wa?
Anusha: Reading is nice...writing takes a lot of effort...sigh...
DAY 21 of the blog
Anarchist: I think i will post
Sriram: I think i will not
Anusha: I'll think
NOW
Anarchist: Damn! now i wont!
Sriram: Damn! now i will
Anusha: Damn!
DAY 1 of the blog
Anarchist: what does one do with this, looks like an invite?
Sriram: to where?
Anusha: Did i get an invitation?..I am sure i did?
DAY 7 of the blog
Anarchist: Everyone is posting....
Sriram: Hmmmm....what did u say?
Anusha: How does this thing work?
DAY 14 of the blog
Anarchist: To post or not to post...
Sriram: wa?
Anusha: Reading is nice...writing takes a lot of effort...sigh...
DAY 21 of the blog
Anarchist: I think i will post
Sriram: I think i will not
Anusha: I'll think
NOW
Anarchist: Damn! now i wont!
Sriram: Damn! now i will
Anusha: Damn!
Monday, May 22, 2006
…ok this blog just crawled over to IRAN…
day 1
on my way to the airport…terminal 2
PROPELLER AIRPLANES…didn’t know they were in existence
…really wondered which idiot would choose to travel in those…
45 minutes later…
OK, I GET TO BE THE IDIOT!!!
Fine…it’s not all that bad…IRANIAN AIRHOSTESSES…nice!
1000 feet high, and the view’s pretty amazing… arAbiaN gUlf rocks
air-borne for 10 minutes…
CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES!!!…never mind the whizzing sounds outside
150 miles and an hour later…
is that really an airport?!…let’s see, 13 member staff and no electricity…cool
immigration didn’t take long….i’m already outside, and
DRY!!! DRY!!! DRY!!!
Ok, let’s get things straight…I was told this happens to be an Island called Qeshm…
I SEE NO SEA…
2 liters of sweat later…
I see the hotel…looks like a mirage…or is it the other way around?!
CHECK IN?
Well, room’s neat…airconditioned, televisioned (great English huh?!)…
…did someone just mention bed-bugs?
EVENING
HOOKAH FOR 4 BUCKS!!!…what else will anyone want
Heck a lot of smoke later…
Dinner ain’t bad man
Just walking around…checking out the native chicks…2 AM already?
Day 2
HOT!!! HOT!!! HOT!!!
BAD NEWS…NO HOOKAH IN THE MORNING…@$#%&@#!!!
ZZZZZ…..TRRRRING……somebody get the @#$% phone…
MY SIS?….ok
Me: hello
My sis : idiot, wake up. Did u get your visa yet ?… sent it an hour ago
Me: ok I’ll check…anything else
My sis: get the ticket confirmed and come down here today
Me: do I have to come so early…what’ the rush
My sis: @#$%&!!!
Me: but it’s too hot to fly…ok I’ll come…
VISA…PASSPORT…TICKETS CONFIRMED…POOL…
My opponent starts getting the wrong balls into the holes…ASS
Anyways…already on the flight…and once again,
CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES!!!
DUBAI AIRPORT…RETINA SCAN…IMMIGRATION…HOME
Life couldn’t be any better than this…
Friday, May 19, 2006
OBNOXIOUSLY YOURS
Whatever is written in here, no one will ever believe it was posted by me
NO…. its not about me and this post
…It’s about WHO the post is based
Someday…in the middle of Anna Nagar
Him: man u r too Slow with that bike of yours…my car would be doing 100 right now
Me: wake up dude…we are at a red light
Some other day…at coffee day
Us: are u sure u called Krati?
Him: sure I did…I sent her an email
Ultimate day ever
Him: man, my mom’s really upset with my mobile bill
Us: really…what happened?
Him: got a bill of 6000 bucks on my prepaid
Him: Guys meet my cat...
Us: nice cat...what do u call him?
Him: I just call him PUSSY !!
NO…. its not about me and this post
…It’s about WHO the post is based
Someday…in the middle of Anna Nagar
Him: man u r too Slow with that bike of yours…my car would be doing 100 right now
Me: wake up dude…we are at a red light
Some other day…at coffee day
Us: are u sure u called Krati?
Him: sure I did…I sent her an email
Ultimate day ever
Him: man, my mom’s really upset with my mobile bill
Us: really…what happened?
Him: got a bill of 6000 bucks on my prepaid
Him: Guys meet my cat...
Us: nice cat...what do u call him?
Him: I just call him PUSSY !!
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Glimpses
Guys i am full...heavy lunch....sleepy as hell...
So what do i do to feel awake??...write of course!
But then in this bloody mood who can write anything sensible?..
oops wait!...what else is this blog for??...if it can take space time physics and japanese psuedoscience...well it can take this as well...
Glimpses of what joy!
Hyd trip 1 - -
Vineet: "We will finish 18 school and maybe make a movie out of it"
Hameed: "of course Shah Rukh, and Aamir get to play us"
Vineet: "of course,....what are we doing in life man.." sigh..
Hameed: "Saala! nautanki ...oracle working and sad face making!"
Hyd Trip 2 - -
Drunken state.
Arvind: "Cool...vodka with Tender coconut is amazing...put the volume up thats Metallica"
Anil: "Have you read Midnight's children?..100yrs of..solitude...marquez...magic realism?"
Hameed: "thirty pages of that, fifty of satanic verses..magic realism?"
Vineet: "Vidhya balan is out of the world....lets start a blog"
Chennai return leg - -
Hameed: "I feel like throwing up"
Arvind: "Talk to me da.."
Avinan: "Assholes!!"
Vineet: "Closure time!"
Anusha: "Fuck you!"
Sriram: [he kept pourin me mirinda and made me believe its vodka]"Ur drink dude..."
.....swift crashed
Be alive.
Live.
Be dead.
Die.
So what do i do to feel awake??...write of course!
But then in this bloody mood who can write anything sensible?..
oops wait!...what else is this blog for??...if it can take space time physics and japanese psuedoscience...well it can take this as well...
Glimpses of what joy!
Hyd trip 1 - -
Vineet: "We will finish 18 school and maybe make a movie out of it"
Hameed: "of course Shah Rukh, and Aamir get to play us"
Vineet: "of course,....what are we doing in life man.." sigh..
Hameed: "Saala! nautanki ...oracle working and sad face making!"
Hyd Trip 2 - -
Drunken state.
Arvind: "Cool...vodka with Tender coconut is amazing...put the volume up thats Metallica"
Anil: "Have you read Midnight's children?..100yrs of..solitude...marquez...magic realism?"
Hameed: "thirty pages of that, fifty of satanic verses..magic realism?"
Vineet: "Vidhya balan is out of the world....lets start a blog"
Chennai return leg - -
Hameed: "I feel like throwing up"
Arvind: "Talk to me da.."
Avinan: "Assholes!!"
Vineet: "Closure time!"
Anusha: "Fuck you!"
Sriram: [he kept pourin me mirinda and made me believe its vodka]"Ur drink dude..."
.....swift crashed
Be alive.
Live.
Be dead.
Die.
Three cheers for psuedoscience!
Facts are not much fun till they give you deep insights into your 'personality', right?
Fact: Blood groups are distributed unevenly over an average population. This gives the 'blue-blooded' theory some backing.
O + 1 person in 3
O - 1 person in 15
A + 1 person in 3
A - 1 person in 16
B + 1 person in 12
B - 1 person in 67
AB + 1 person in 29
AB - 1 person in 167
Psuedoscience:
Beginning in approximately 1930, the Japanese embraced the idea of matching personality traits with one's blood type. The idea began when some in the west were touting the idea that the Asian peoples were more closely related to animals then humans, or lower on the evolutionary chain, since type B blood was the predominant blood type in Asians and animals. As ludicrous and unscientific as this idea was, it was insulting to say the least. Modern science disproves this obviously faulted idea. In the 1930's Furukawa Takeji set out to disprove this notion and a new idea was born.However, the idea of personality traits being influenced by blood type remains. Companies in Japan even had divided workers by blood type.
Here are the general ideas of each blood type. The Rh factor plays no role in the blood type/personality idea:
Type O:Type O's are outgoing, and very social. They are initiators, although they don't always finish what they start. Creative and popular, they love to be the center of attention and appear very self confident.
Type A:While outwardly calm, they have such high standards (perfectionists) that they tend to be balls of nerves on the inside. Type A's are the most artistic of the blood groups. They can be shy, are conscientious, trustworthy, and sensitive.
Type B:Goal oriented and strong minded, type B's will start a task and continue it until completed, and completed well. Type B's are the individualists of the blood group categories and find their own way in life.
Type AB:Type AB's are the split personalities of the blood groups. They can be both outgoing and shy, confident and timid. While responsible, too much responsibility will cause a problem. They are trustworthy and like to help others.
I know, I know. It did stem from the fact that I had no nostalgic memories to write about. Feel free to hit the guy who invited me. But having a token female member prevents any future lawsuits on grounds of discrimination.
Fact: Blood groups are distributed unevenly over an average population. This gives the 'blue-blooded' theory some backing.
O + 1 person in 3
O - 1 person in 15
A + 1 person in 3
A - 1 person in 16
B + 1 person in 12
B - 1 person in 67
AB + 1 person in 29
AB - 1 person in 167
Psuedoscience:
Beginning in approximately 1930, the Japanese embraced the idea of matching personality traits with one's blood type. The idea began when some in the west were touting the idea that the Asian peoples were more closely related to animals then humans, or lower on the evolutionary chain, since type B blood was the predominant blood type in Asians and animals. As ludicrous and unscientific as this idea was, it was insulting to say the least. Modern science disproves this obviously faulted idea. In the 1930's Furukawa Takeji set out to disprove this notion and a new idea was born.However, the idea of personality traits being influenced by blood type remains. Companies in Japan even had divided workers by blood type.
Here are the general ideas of each blood type. The Rh factor plays no role in the blood type/personality idea:
Type O:Type O's are outgoing, and very social. They are initiators, although they don't always finish what they start. Creative and popular, they love to be the center of attention and appear very self confident.
Type A:While outwardly calm, they have such high standards (perfectionists) that they tend to be balls of nerves on the inside. Type A's are the most artistic of the blood groups. They can be shy, are conscientious, trustworthy, and sensitive.
Type B:Goal oriented and strong minded, type B's will start a task and continue it until completed, and completed well. Type B's are the individualists of the blood group categories and find their own way in life.
Type AB:Type AB's are the split personalities of the blood groups. They can be both outgoing and shy, confident and timid. While responsible, too much responsibility will cause a problem. They are trustworthy and like to help others.
I know, I know. It did stem from the fact that I had no nostalgic memories to write about. Feel free to hit the guy who invited me. But having a token female member prevents any future lawsuits on grounds of discrimination.
Monday, May 15, 2006
liFe
55 days…since I started out from the city we all call home…
… As I live the moment
… I can’t believe this life to be real
… This land I walk upon
… Like a home, I never feel
Coffee, tea-kadai and avi’s swift… did those moments really exist?!
My last night spent on the shores of Besant nagar… I can still smell the ocean
NO MORE…
… TEA KADAI
… SUNRISE AT THE BEACH
… LONG TRIPS ON THE SWIFT
… PULLING HAM’S LEGS
… NO MORE!!!
All I have is this life, right here in dUbai….
Dont keep things bottled up!
It grows on you, this addiction towards some people. It is good though, an addiction i wish everyone develops. Once in a while it help to follow what is written on the 7 up bada bottle. I noticed it when i was getting drunk, it says "dont keep things bottled up!" and i guess thats the way things among fronds should be. It is not only the booze that ought to flow, its the bitterness too, it shd mix with the vodka and dilute away, get dispelled in the air and fizz away. for some time the stench will sure remain. But soon that too will go away.
yeh ki ho raha hai ...
The grass was greener
The light was brighter
With friends surrounded
The nights of wonder...
I never like mondays, first of all the stress to push yourself to work. And mondays get worse when you have just spent a weekend with people you cherish and have returned gloomy.
There are things in life that are very hard to get and tougher to realize when you have them. Guess the '18 school road' is one such thing - its some hidden bond that will exist for good no matter what.
For the time being I'm just looking at the horizon - that one thin line and hoping that I will get rid of this hangover sooner or later.
...while pink floyd adds on to my nostalgia.
The light was brighter
With friends surrounded
The nights of wonder...
I never like mondays, first of all the stress to push yourself to work. And mondays get worse when you have just spent a weekend with people you cherish and have returned gloomy.
There are things in life that are very hard to get and tougher to realize when you have them. Guess the '18 school road' is one such thing - its some hidden bond that will exist for good no matter what.
For the time being I'm just looking at the horizon - that one thin line and hoping that I will get rid of this hangover sooner or later.
...while pink floyd adds on to my nostalgia.
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
CHENNAI SPL MASALA
I am back to work on teusday, yesterday i excersised my contitutional right to vote for the first time. It was a pleasent experience, everything went on smoothly in my constituency -villivakkam- which the the biggest in India (population wise). After that it was time to go meet the duchess who had arrived from across seven seas. Well as a consequence of which i even got to meet pallavi. This reminds me that the last time i saw Pallavi was also the last time i saw Anusha which is to say nearly a year ago. Vineet is due fri night and sri is due sat morn..i guess it been a good start to the summer. Its a pity though that i have no summer vacations anymore.....but lucky palli and avi...they r still students and can enjoy their summer vacations....while ppl like me, arvind and Vin are leading the life of professionals.
leading upto the vacation where kavi, ambi, bajji may also drop in and it promises to be an interesting time........so to all u guys WELCOME TO CHENNAI!!
Sunday, May 07, 2006
no place like home
somebody rightly said "home is where the heart is"
i write this sitting comfortably in my living room on my wifi lappie in cochin ..gods own country.
Its been just 3 hours back at home and I've already realized what a good idea it really was to take a break from hyd. -- the heat, the big city, the traffic, the girls, work -- and come back home!
some fresh air, the greenery, HOME, the humididty (think i like tht too), fish curry ...in short BLISS
'Home' is where my heart is :-)
Thursday, May 04, 2006
pointless debate!
when you are jobless yet full of ideas -- this is what happens!!
"If u r driving at the speed of light, what will happen if u turn-on the head lights?"
Prashant:
you wont be able to see the light of head light!!
since relative to you the light particles will be at the source always...it will never come out of it - as simple as this...(eg: you travel at the same speed as your friends car....for u he is always still right)
Rajiv:
even if u r moving at the speed of light...light will have the same speed 'C' in ur frame.(universal constant)
ideally u wont remain on the bike if ur moving at 'C' as u will be converted to Energy
*assumptions hold - we are all safe...mass remains mass*
M = M0/root(1-v^2/c^2) ...
there is no relative speed for light...
its a universal constant for all frames...
(Einstein General Theory of Relativity)
the light from the headlight will still be the same for u on the bike - thats the key.
u will still see everything, assuming no optical dillusions happens at that speed and the road still remains road in front of u
Swapnil:
well its very difficult to say but at that speed effective mass will be zero.
So it becomes an electormagnetic wave. If u some how switch on the headlight,
relative velocity between 2 em waves is always c so u will see light!!
what do u say?
Panigrahy:
hmm... my fundas of relativity are not exactly crystal clear...whats ur answer?
well first thing - when u switch on the headlight the circuit which wil cause the light to glow will itself be electrical, so u'll be travelling as fast as the electiricty in there. Hence there really is no point.
Rejisu:
I think when u r travelling at the speed of light, we cannot see any object from the illumination of this headlight, as the speed to light from the headlight and the your speed will be the same and hence no relative speed between the two.
The point is that still you will be able to see the objects which are self illuminating (like the stars ) and the objects illuminated by the other sources (like the planets )
Isn't it inerteresting!!!!!!!
-- another interesting answer "I dont think the Human eye can see something if he/she travels with the speed of light. so, i believe it doesnt make any diference whether the head lights are on or off."
For more dont forget to check out -
"If u r driving at the speed of light, what will happen if u turn-on the head lights?"
Prashant:
you wont be able to see the light of head light!!
since relative to you the light particles will be at the source always...it will never come out of it - as simple as this...(eg: you travel at the same speed as your friends car....for u he is always still right)
Rajiv:
even if u r moving at the speed of light...light will have the same speed 'C' in ur frame.(universal constant)
ideally u wont remain on the bike if ur moving at 'C' as u will be converted to Energy
*assumptions hold - we are all safe...mass remains mass*
M = M0/root(1-v^2/c^2) ...
there is no relative speed for light...
its a universal constant for all frames...
(Einstein General Theory of Relativity)
the light from the headlight will still be the same for u on the bike - thats the key.
u will still see everything, assuming no optical dillusions happens at that speed and the road still remains road in front of u
Swapnil:
well its very difficult to say but at that speed effective mass will be zero.
So it becomes an electormagnetic wave. If u some how switch on the headlight,
relative velocity between 2 em waves is always c so u will see light!!
what do u say?
Panigrahy:
hmm... my fundas of relativity are not exactly crystal clear...whats ur answer?
well first thing - when u switch on the headlight the circuit which wil cause the light to glow will itself be electrical, so u'll be travelling as fast as the electiricty in there. Hence there really is no point.
Rejisu:
I think when u r travelling at the speed of light, we cannot see any object from the illumination of this headlight, as the speed to light from the headlight and the your speed will be the same and hence no relative speed between the two.
The point is that still you will be able to see the objects which are self illuminating (like the stars ) and the objects illuminated by the other sources (like the planets )
Isn't it inerteresting!!!!!!!
-- another interesting answer "I dont think the Human eye can see something if he/she travels with the speed of light. so, i believe it doesnt make any diference whether the head lights are on or off."
For more dont forget to check out -
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
FEAR
Fear...just got a new definition this saturday evening. Wanna know what it means? Going online to book the last available tickets of "Darna Zaroori Hai"... going online again to book additional tickets coz some more whackos wanted to join in, arriving at the theatre panting and sweating(because of the sweltering heat though) and getting to realize how dumb can a person's psyche get. It made me repent sorely for the eighty bucks of hard earned green I spent on it.
Yes Darna zaroori hai completely, but wanna know from whom? Darna zaroori hai from the past/future movies those five fucked up directors created/will create(barring RGV himself I should say), Darna zaroori hai from ANY (yeah you got that right) ANY movie that is marketed as scary(or even remotely scary) by bollywood Inc., Darna zaroori hai from characters who have someone as ravishing as 'bip' as your wife in a wonderful lonely treehouse and all he does in the night is call spirits?...yeah...of all the things in the world that he could have done...spirits...damn., Darna zaroori hai from pyscho miniature insurance sales reps coz they'll make you value your life (or the lack of it) only to get themselves fucked, Darna zaroori hai from stupid school kids who do not realize their friends becoming zombies in the process of listening to a stupider story told by some age old dadi maa whoz already counting her seconds... Darna zaroori hai from giving a lift to someone as flirtatiously cheap as mallika who expects to show her 44s and 28s and expects a patni vrath to give her a lift and Khabardaar if anyone tries to screw (or even think of screwing) her - you'll be MURDERed and more than ever Darna "Bilkul" zaroori hai from your own stupidity, coz you did not learn the lessons that "Darna Mana Hai" taught you about why you shouldn't watch a bollywood scary movie. Yeah you bollywood fanatics...you all deserve every ounce of this spat that RGV's Factory has shoved up your sweet buns.
Bottomline: "A wholesale package of shit for the multiplexes...just like the ones you get in the mandis of chandni chowk."
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