Eloquence Myriad !

The Woman

2008-03-08T09:51:00.002+05:30

Dashing crimson
Soaring ambition
No fluctuation.

Charm and elegance
An outward fragrance
No repugnance.

Kumkum and beer
Forgotten tear
No conformist fear.

Happy Woman's Day!

I mull over till I pull my rug over

2008-03-08T00:04:00.004+05:30

Fluttering like a jumpy butterfly,
All sprightly and happy and smiling,
The colorful wings dancing in gaiety
Does the butterfly sting like a bee?
I mull over till I pull my rug over.

Finding a peculiar order in randomness,
And lot of meaning in calm solitude
Shedding the joyous cloak solemnly
And haggling for the real one nastily,
I mull over till I pull my rug over.

A sure tang of unsure ripeness
With the heart of juvenile infancy
All of it surreal, yet not fanciful
And finding the rhythm in humdrum,
I mull over till I pull my rug over.

Orkut sCrapping is nice no?

2008-03-07T23:40:00.004+05:30

I dont frequent Orkut these days. Pity. Am one of those legendary Orkutters with a Dhoni-esque strike-rate and Sachin-esque Poise. Where? On Orkut.
When I do do, there's a flurry.Yay.

Ok, I havent updated my blog for a long long time. Not longer than that one year hiatus I know. I thought pasting conversations such as this would be fillers-of-sorts. There's this bum of a guy who i am yet to meet. I was so impressed by one of his innocent narration about a certain incident where he was asked to wear some frock with big, fluroscent marigolds in one of his blogs.Immediately scrapped. Orkut's so easy no? And then some mad noisy and obviously crazy conversations. we thought we'd study for CAT- virtual combined studies we thought. Haha. I didnt do a thing. He did a little. Wink! And then we forgot. And then we remembered! And then we get all yappy. Haha. Like this.

hey jaan, ssup? long tym no see...hows work ?

OII abhay!! yup re looooong time haan.. kaam bahut hectic hectic.. just the usual na.. took off bcos i was unwell, hence sneakin into orkut from time t time.. kaise ho aap? :)

kaam aint so hectic, but dunno wat to do with the free time once i get home frm wrk. reading paulo coelho as of now....get well soon

haha then go pick leaves, drive cows, if there are no cows, try driving pigs, even i wanna say 'kaam aint so hectic' ;D i read reluctant fundamentalist very recently- good read baap!

u're givin me ideas, am seriously thinkin of doin somethin like tht :)
hav become a cow of sorts myself, been eating all sorts of ghaas-puus at 'sub-way' lately :P

if that is so, y do u deceive ppl with a cool-ish disp pic bum!! put a nice jersey cow ka pic instead.. that would be a stunner.. of some sorts..

yea...am gonna do tht...am tired of lookin cool :P
wat plans for the weekend ? am goin to watch venus nd serena play at the b'lore open tomo.

oye thats like a nicey plan.. sad that it's not sharapova who's playing huh? ;D am goint to office to compensate 4 the off.. i know its one cool way to spend a saturday, offer no comments:D

yea, sad tht sharapova or ivanovic arent there....as for u, u'll be one of the very few in office tomo, so take ur speakers there nd listen to songs at a high volume :)
and btw, written something new on ma blog that's been liked by quite a few, plz giv it a read when u get the time :)

u actually did the cow thing! boy atleast some listen to me- be it very tribial or not so so.. :D n no we r on a trip next week to mysore n coorg.. so some bums are gonna compensate for that tomo.. but yes not the entire crowd at off tomo.. which is good.. n oh yes shall do it write away!

i liked the idea of the pic coz it was whacky and had some shock value :)
hav fun at ur mysore trip, am goin to pondy nxt week btw.

free booze kya enjoy buddy :D n check my comments ** 4 that uncle blog, rocker stuff!! :D

am a teetotaller now, but many others r goin thr just for the booze :) chkd ur comment, 'uncle cow'....superb name..am flattered :)
nd yea, gotto leave the net cafe now....catch ya laters...haffun, tc

teetotaller now will become was a teetotaller then post pondy!! bye man take care and be good

And he clicked ‘logout’! :D

** (the comment)Stuffed Goofy! said...
hilarious post uncle cow!! :D better than the marigold frock one i tell you.. reminded me of the godrej hair dye ad where the aunty-echo keeps ringing n slowly fades.. :D very picturesque- i could visualize everything frame by frame- from the pears soap vanishing to the white hair scrutiny to the mental mutiny:D cheers man u rock!

Friday, March 07, 2008 8:48:00 AM

Silly feeling,
Stupid Being,
Monaco Eating,
Bliss Finding.
:)

The Canara Bank Makeover

2008-01-18T22:11:00.000+05:30

The 'Together We Can' hoardings did catch my eye somehow despite the blinkers on the road while the mind would be devotedly loitering a fictitious, yet realistic place. Like Malgudi? Maybe. The ads were unconventional and fresh (talk of vegetables, cricket fielding, a cute couple and banking all bundled and nicely spun in a less than a minute Ad!).
The more eloborate new tag- ' We change for the ones we love' is absolutely appealing, alright. Relating it on our personal planes it's almost a very very corny, unnecessary cliche. The "Anything for you, baby", "Guess what, I did this just for you" and such other moronic lines, even I use, many times, if not all the times. And at some vastly extraordinary times (that happens once in say seventy nine days,I mean, times like now) I would be ruthlessly sane and marginally objectivist and would go on this "why in the blazes should I do something just for another"- be it my best buddy or my dearest aunty. Ofcourse, am not ridiculous enough to encourage the hopeless drug addicts to trample all the advice their loved ones just because they love to dope. But the "I'll wear that orange kurti every alternate day because it's your favorite"-types is downright pathetic. The example is a very trivial one, but many a little drop like this will enthusiastically drain the ocean of You, Your Soul. And I just send this "Anything for you, baby" sms. Haha, that was just for some punch, am not that silly to divulge it even if I did.

This, and Youthcurry's recent blog triggered me to write this. I had been musing breezily about this when I first saw the hoardings. It sprung alive, now.

"I love God, my family, my friends, red wine, fireworks, going for a long, sweaty run, laughing until no sound comes out and taking my time" - Kirsten Richard, when she's not Lance Armstrong's, anymore, on Oprah Winfrey Show.
http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,1192564,00.html

Today's Very Proper Improper Fraction(?): 22/3

2008-01-17T10:13:00.000+05:30

The title is self-explanatory. Doesnt even need this cricinfo screen shot. I came from office at 8 am today. Dead, bored and sleepy. Was staring at Channel number 14 (that's where Star Cricket is telecast (not so morally) at not so important times) for some freak co-incidence to happen. Cursing the Conditional Access System has become part of my chores, so to say. My PC had cricinfo, cricketnext and some other three-four cricket sites- all but one minimized. My eyes and consequently my whole self shuttled madly between gazing at the PC and Channel 14. 330 / 10 - the Lords smiled and all that (Is this cliched now too?) The shuttles stopped and I comfortably parked in one lucky corner of one particular sofa in a very specific posture (After fourteen years of analysis, Indians do marginally less worse when am positioned so. So much for virtually and wastefully strategising? Oh, I cant help it. Many cant, either.
It's lunch, Harsha and Shaz are suavely yelling (Blame the volume, Cricket takes precedence even when am blogging)- 22/3. Am wide awake and thoroughly excited and there's this ear-to-ear-grin pasted permanently, temporarily. Such is the fanaticism and the singular dedication to the sport. Five overs of action and if in India's favour- we are beyond ourselves. Some jump all around, some stay at one corner savouring the moments, some sms the world about this (like they are the only ones watching),some blog(haha). Different expressions, same emotion.
Ok, the the play's about to resume, I need to strategically position myself in that same corner.

PS: Indians might even lose the game comprehensively, It's this moment that matters- I wont mince words.

Daldized?

2008-01-13T23:09:00.000+05:30

So this guy called me "Dalda" (Yes, that was an endearment. And yes, all my friends are atrociously crazy). Of course, he never thought about the "dalda"-nick (he's almost, always retarded :D) but instantly I connected with the name. Ask me why. People who know me too well for too long a time (the latter is a definite criterion) would get this, too. Melting into other people's(who make my 'Dalda's' world/ made its(?) 'then' world) life,Dalda adds that extra bit of taste, that extra bit of ease when not in excess such that it doesnt override what's not to be. And the people did, after a while realise that Dalda was all of ephemeral bliss. Through precedents. But they forgot that- You dont realise that when you're in the Dalda-Zone. But then one day, there were health disorders (disorder of something else's health? Affirmative.) Then they realised. Slipped into the Daldized Precedent Bandwagon. Of course, they made a better world for their good and even Dalda's good (even the occasional deepest pangs of guilt become less deeper by the consolation that it's all bright and beautiful in that Daldized world which I mentioned a little earlier.)
Some things never change.
Oh they can.
PS: Please do not mind if its kind of obscure. Or too obvious :)

Those I want to do. And those I havent done.

2008-01-06T18:34:00.000+05:30

1) Ride on a super sopper. At MCG. Am applying for the groundsman's post out there. Ok, I am not that insane, yet.
2) Trek for long, and high, despite my physical limitations (Being round doesnt necessarily do the 'wheels-easing-effect'), reach the peak and raise my hands above my head. I should touch the sky. Well, atleast seemingly. Figuratively, I better.
3) Meet Rehab. She's a transitive friend, her writings are as beautiful as her soul (and this, is a complement for her soul!), someone who I see a lot or most of myself in, just that she's livelier, more delightful, brilliant and perfectly knows what she's upto (I score an as-round-as-me zero here). Did I say I see most of me in her? Oh, I still do.
4) Bungee Jump. Must-do before am stuffed into the ground or before I glide into senility. Gravity is the most charming thing. Who doesnt fall for it?
5) Ride on a camel across the desert wearing those typical Rajasthani attires and accessories. And then, there should be a sand storm. Atleast, I should dream of this, one night.
6) Work for what I want, despite me. Yes, am my biggest and the only odd. The superficial odds are my derivatives. Now, what do I want? I'll figure that out.
7) Watch India Vs Australia, 1998 in Sharjah, LIVE. To witness the Sachin Masterclass, the panache and quality of His cricket. Time Travel is fiction, unfortunately. And fortunately.
8) Capture the morning dew doing an untrained ballet on the lotus leaf. The colourless drop becomes nature's emerald. I think it should be beautiful.
9) Step out of myself and look at what I do for a while. This was suggested by a co-blogger to get out of reality's mundanity. But it doesnt seem possible. It's creepy, even. Very intriguingly interesting though.
10) Blow bubbles by an idyllic riverside and trace the bubble till it reduces to nothingness. And trace the next.
Ah, a round figure. But there are many many more. I'll blog them in such round installments.

Today's Number: 154*

2008-01-04T17:36:00.000+05:30

And today was even better. Somehow, a ton from the master himself pleases me more than anything else or anyone else's. Call it blind worship or unabashed bias- I do not know. And I do not know if there are many of my genre? Whatever be it, All hail the Master. I caught his interview on CNN IBN or some channel, prior to the Aussie tour. The child-like innocence that dances with grace on his countenence, the all teeth-out-smiles stuck almost always, the innate and spontaneous humility and the passion in his voice- all this strikes and stuns me, many-many-folds than what his glorious straight drives or his inimitable paddle sweeps do. His greatest hallmark is his simplicity, the just-another-brick exterior with so much character, will and spunk well concealed. He never ceases to floor me. And 'the world' can substitue 'me'.

PS: There used to be some eerie connection between Sachin's well being on the cricket grounds and my academic well being when at school. More, later on some random sunday.

Ok, Nobody needs to buy me time!

2008-01-03T17:44:00.000+05:30

New Dawn, Each Day- More Metaphorical than Literal

More than my way of life, my talks, unbelievably so, have become monotonous. One day, it's bright crimson and that would be friday, late evening types. The rest of the days- different grey/blue shades. Each day, different layers but same colours. So much for difference? First up, I hardly talk at my work place which beats me, even, considering the titles I have been graciously bestowed upon by my folks who know me - "Instant Friend Maker", "Non Stop Yapper" and many more like these. Somehow, the buddy-clique at work place is yet to click. Anyway, coming to monotony and my drab talking- If at all I catch someone online and jab over phone to another (which, has become super rare- NO eye popping!), I go on this major cribbing mode, complain about work, the sadness of it and about the complete lack of time to do all the stuff (mostly useless, but still) I used to and absolutely loved to do. "Somebody buy me time!" had become my everyday appeal to whoever I spoke to.
But it just takes thirty seconds or maybe just a moment to shift the paradigm. I started reading some obscure novel 'Candyfloss Martyrs' I had picked from British Council. These lines struck me like some bullet, hard. And it's implanted inside something sitting pretty (sometimes not so pretty) in my cranium. I died. Ofcourse, reborn with one more thought appended. :)

"Speed and Distance and time- Millar had none and needed all three to elude the dilemma; the first as a means of achieving the second, the last lying beyond the influence."

Now this may seem totally trivial to some, and very profound to some others. And my inner voice yelled: "Why didnt I realise this before?"
This can be positively extrapolated to all the zillion (only that much?) complaints we lodge on those which lie beyond our influence. Or am I the only senseless moron who does that?

An empty conversation makes my day :P

2008-01-01T21:45:00.000+05:30

This 'bum' Indu was my first best friend way back in 1992. We had the same earrings. We used to study together for the PCM Scholarship Exams at her place. And, gorge on Samosas. We used to play super silly games back then. Like- I was the 'Plant', Indu was 'Soil Conservation' and another bum of our kind was 'Soil Erosion'. Ok, I think it requires some intellectual ability to play such games? And yes,she used to be all furious if I talked to someone else, her apart :. Then we fought. Then we were bench mates. And she used to blabber some genetics crap to me (Only I used to put up with all that, I guess :D). She read The Prodigal Daughter when she was a seventh standard kid and used to urge me to call her Florentyna Rosnovski all the time. I did that after I learnt to pronounce that Floren whatever.Haha. Then we grew up? Never wondered where the other was and journeyed on.One fine day, she came home. A trrring-trrring, a bear hug and we watched chalte chalte. We again journeyed on. The occasional scraps, the rare spring of gtalk maggi/more than maggi conversations, the odd odd mail(??)- It's been one journey :) Even the nothingest of talks with this ass is something to remember. Thanks fool, for all this!

6:48 PM Indu: happy new year :)
me: heyy sweety
happy new year bum!
Indu: :)
where are you??? :)
me: how are you, where are you, what u upto?
lol
home ass
Indu: am good... am at home... :)
me: work's too sad
6:49 PM Indu: good.. :)
me: WHAT
when are u getting back????
Indu: i'll be here ffor a while..
what about this saturday-sunday?? :)
me: next weekend??
SURE!
Indu: i am going back to manipal on the 22nd..
but am going to bombay on the 11th...
me: o lovely man,, we ll hopefully meet up this weekend!!
Indu: i wanted to call u ... good i saw u online :)
me: gimme ur number??
6:50 PM Indu: yeah we must... like we really should..
ok.. i'll have amma's phone with me.. her no is ##########
me: %%%%%%%%%% is mine
Indu: home ***********
me: bum am so happy!
Indu: lol... yeah... we REALLYHAVE TO meet this time :)
6:51 PM me: i kno!! we ll rope in priyanka, its long since i met that bum too!!, the 3 will have a blast this weekend!!
6:52 PM Indu: yeah sure.. sounds really good :)
where shall we go? :)
and no telling.. "you've become fat"
me: manhattan? :P
Indu: promise?? :)
me: haha
i ll try NOt to :P
Indu: nah.. how about the ruins of maachu picchu??
me: if u dont tell me that!!
6:53 PM that sounds even better :P
ass
we ll meet up sumwhere!! Mocha???
Indu: ok.. mutual promise?? :)
he he...
me: Yo yo!
Indu: yeah mocha sounds good.. :)
so cool.. cant wait :)
6:54 PM me: have u been there ass?? whats with ur 'sounds good' ::x
mee toooo!!!
we ll make it sunday eevning!
i have got ridiculous nightshifts u see, i might sleep all saturday :D
sunday pakka!
6:55 PM if madam pinky is not all that busy!
Indu: will confirm about sunday :) but most probably i am in :)
its kutcheri season... :)
she must be really busy right
me: i kno i kno, but time 4 her bum chums she must have!! :D
6:56 PM Indu: ok "bum"
:)
lol...
how's everyone at home??
me: too many smileys!! kya hua ek guy mila kya? :P
every1s good da
hows every1, arun??
6:57 PM mum dad paati
Indu: lol.. wht the hell... i always use smileys.. :)
me: lol
Indu: i am called "the smiley girl"
:)
he he...
me: maybe am noticing them just today :P
lol
Indu: everyone's fine.. :) wish them at home as well...
me: smiley cartoon
sure, my mom was here only, she was like 'is this indu'!!!
Indu: look at the past transcripts (if any) and my mails.. if u're tht vetti in life... lol.. and u will realise!! :)
6:58 PM he he,.,. why.. anything to do with the "w" factor?? :)
me: same factor :D
i showed her ur saree pics some months back when ud sent me in trivandrum
Indu: he he... dude... i simply am not able to lose "w"
its like... "mission impossible"
:( :(
6:59 PM me: n the 'w' wasnt glaring in them, she was like my my so pretty n all that :D
welcome t my club
its really ok u know!
as long as one's healthy
look whos tellin the doc
;D
Indu: lol.. yeah th pic right.. awesome.. :) i keep staring at it sometimes... :)
but if u see me now.. ;)
lol.. my cpousin stayed at my house for half year...
7:00 PM and she also put on loads of weigth right..
so my aunt asked my mom "what rice do oyu buy?? "
he he...
me: :D people ask u folks the same qn that prabhu the actor's asked AND folks at the lakshmi house r asked :P
7:01 PM not an issue at all,, infact i kep telling myself fat's beautiful ;D
affirmations help u know?
;D
Indu: he he... please make me believe tht :)
Now.. am REALLY looking forward to meeting u.. :)
he he.. more than a few sentences before.. :)
7:02 PM me: and i do something else also.. like id tell myself when ever i see some slim sleek bums on the road, not bad i aint a loot fatter than them :P it immensely helps..
i ll teach u more of these when we meeet :D
Indu: yeah yeah... i'll bring a book and a pen ;)
7:04 PM me: lol, as long as u inscribe them into ur bird brain.. that wud really do :P
7:05 PM Indu: bird brain huh.. :)
7:06 PM me: or bird brainless? :P
Indu: more like brain birdless :)
7:07 PM me: then whats it filled with? cats dogs n mice??
Indu: nah... volcanic ash...;)
7:08 PM me: ur smileys make ur msgs so saccharine u know.. even if u say 'bloody ashole :)' ppl wouldn think u r swearing :P
Indu: he he... :)
lol.. yeah i guess.. but its a good thing :)
me: yes, am learning that today :)
lol :)
damn ist so weird!!
7:09 PM :)
lol
Indu: hey... my trade secret!!!
guys find it very weird though.,.. :)
me: who cares, its mine too, now!
obviously!
even i find it so
Indu: hmmm... logic..
me: all find the smileys-all-over weird
it takes an indu not to find them so!!
Indu: if u find it weird.. u shouldnt use it.. :)
me: no, id try, i like weird things
7:10 PM :D
Indu: u should reserve the privelege for those who find it useful.. and not so gay... ;)
and tht my friend.. is a true statement!!
me: now where are we getting to :P
Indu: idhuke.. some guy was like.. "man.. u need to chill in life... u are so serious serious "
:( :(
7:11 PM me: who?? u?? serious-serious?? despite all these smileys?? they are a pretense??
10 qn marks scare you??
;)
Indu: according to another guy.. it is a pretense...
lol.. yeah..
they scare me?? lol..
am doing mbbs dude..
7:12 PM u think i'd get scared bny 10 qn marks??????????????
me: so?
Indu: ????
its biologically not possible..
just as me losing weight is not posible :(
:)
me: :D who knows.. maybe we shud give vir chakras to mbbs dudes..?? or to those who dont get scared of 10 OR more qn marks????
7:13 PM :D
7:14 PM Indu: yeah i think so... want to sign a petition for tht?? :)
7:15 PM me: id pioneer it and win the first thing 4 myself :P
u wud, too
but that again depends on ur behavoiur!!
Indu: hmm :) share the honours?? :)
lol..
7:16 PM me: hey am publishing thsi on my blog!!
:P
n sending links to all ur pals
Indu: which?? this chat transcript??
:)
make sure u put my name on it..
me: t see how INSANE U R..
Indu: in big bold black letters :)
me: ofcourse they know that
:D
Indu: lol.. u think this is insane?? :)
7:17 PM wait and watch.. pray tht sunday comes soon :)
me: if u think its sane, n i think its sane, it has to be insane??
Indu: no.. its more simple than tht.. :)
7:18 PM i think its insane.. :) its got nothing to do with u thinknig whether its sane or insane... irrespective of whether yiou are actualkly sane or insane...
the thing is.. even if i am insane.. i can think i am sane.. and... if i am sane.. i can pretend to be insane..
7:19 PM and since this situation invilbes 2 individuals..
involves...
there are 4 possible situations...
and we cannot cater to all those four..
so lets just assume tht i am indeed insane :) and forget about the rest for the sake of convenience.. for the present moment :)
7:21 PM ok... all organs in one piece?? :)
7:23 PM ok.. i guess something hapened :(
7:27 PM me: am eating asshole!
what craploads uve typed!!
7:28 PM Indu: yeah i know :)
7:29 PM am good at this right :)

And got disconnected :X

PS:I shall definitely post a Part 2 if ever we resume this conversation :P

Enter '08

2007-12-31T22:43:00.001+05:30

Another year passes. Some moments to treasure beyond the
grave. Some, I wish never happened. Still I wonder why they happened. But then, you dont always get answers to all your questions do you? Anyway, forgetting what has to be and cherishing what has to be, we embark into new year with the same wide-eyedness as we have been doing since forever. Filled with a million desires, some new and some carried-forward, the ride goes on. We would meet some new milestones on our way and on meeting one, would pace to another with renewed vigour. All throughout, never miss the soil's smell, the bird's twitter and all the vibrance that the world offers. Keep shining through the darkest phases, be your own light. It helps, immensely.
Kickass New Year Folks!
YES, I love pink :D

The Missing Pieces

2007-12-30T18:46:00.001+05:30

1) Dreaming away, forgetting time and realism. What are dreams if they are practical.
2) The appetite I once had for books. I read when I auto to my workplace for a good fourteen minutes. I think that's pathetic.
3) My divine langour and late-morning inertness. It's bliss when you gaze at your ceiling and tell mom you are in deep thought :D
4) Laughing thunderously at Calvin and Hobbes Strips and transiting slowly to the How-I-wish-I-dated-Calvin-Mode. Tell you what, That's my most amusing and engrossing thought till date.
5) Making Maggi for Pankhuri (my best pal in college)
6) Cheering the Fools-in-Blue with a never-heightened-this-huge madness and fanaticism. Oh, I still do that when I see half-a-minute clipping on CNN IBN.
7) Gossip. It's long since I ranted on about who's going out with who- be it Saif Ali Khan or my sibling! I had a thing for any and every flying rumour, sometime back.
8) My goofiness. I used to be deliberately goofy because I found it little cute (Strange i know). Folks at work expect sanity or atleast its pretense. Very uncomfortably, I am trying to pretend.
9) Kicking stones that come my way. I used to kick them till it goes into some crappy drain or some other thing as crappy as that. But then, I never look down these days. Which, is a good thing as long as manholes are closed.
10) Blogging. This calls for a haha :P
I stop here because I love round figures and am lazy to text till the next round figure.

Time's unable to contain these little pieces. They are flying away. And am no more complete.

Any help Raymonds? (To hell with the 'man') :D

Being oblivious became a way..

2007-12-30T18:01:00.000+05:30

I never held Them with strings
But We were tightly woven
They danced and laughed at their whim
And forever till then, let me be me
I basked happily with Them
And under Their warm shades
I retained the glow and the shine
There was overwhelming love
And some tears
And more love
Then there was some freshness
I still danced with Them
The freshness was irresistible
A lot of new 'Them'
I got absorbed
Carried metaphorically away
Plunged into the new world
The threads became worn
When I plunged into the new
And gave way, the dancing stopped
There was a lull
But, I was still dancing
Being oblivious became a way
They tried, and tried to dance along
I had let Them go.

Being oblivious became a way
Indulging more of me into new
'New' being absolutely relative
Is my 'way' on an infinite loop?

Anyway, My heart hasnt let 'Them' go.
It never, will.

Taare Zameen Par

2007-12-30T17:24:00.000+05:30

"Woh naach rahe hai" - Ishaan when asked to read from his text book :)
Ishaan is a dream and lives in his bubble. And, the world's his bubble. He plays with dogs bigger than him, smells the soil and gleefully catches fish from dirty waters. He also bunks classes, gets miserable grades like 2 upon 25. Painting is his natural and best form of expression. Ishaan is dyslexic. In a very materialistic and tunnel-visioned world (We are still ruled by 'Windows' and 'Gates' arent we? :| ), Ishaan's activities, pranks and his 'socially' unacceptable 'academic' grades and his extreme naughtiness- all this lands him in a boarding school. His dad thinks some orderliness would do him a world of good. And in doing so, shattered the tender kid's everything, confidence- the most important of the shattered 'everything'. The cliched ray fo hope (We cant thank Pandora enough for this :) ) enters, in the name of Nikum. He sees Ishaan, his red ink-circled pages of all his notebooks and immediately 'this kid is dyslexic' screams to him. How Nikum brings the kid out of his dark, depressed shell and letting the world and more important than any, his mom and dad know that Ishaan is an absolute delight is what the rest of the film's about.
You gush in awe at Ishaan's refreshing creativity, you laugh your hearts out at his pranks.Then you do cry. Sometimes, you reflect. At the end, there's a sense of fulfillment. And some more beyond-words emotions. It's a special movie, absolutely brilliant.
Am no movie buff and i dont, for nuts recommend any movie. But please watch Taare Zameen Par. :)
It's been almost a year since I blogged. Thanks to TZP, to have overcome my inertia :)

Faint Muse..

2006-12-26T08:24:00.000+05:30

The naked sky looks at me,
cryin in despair-
when I look up.
Lost the star spangle;
hence groping thro the dark,
drifting along the uncharted roads
-not by foot,but by gut.
Bubbly bubbled,
laughter stifled, treading along-
grappling with harsh reality,
searching for the lost ones, and lost life..
Waitin for a resurrection?
I SO hope..

PS: The Muse, a thing of the past,now;
Am fine, live n kicking ,now:)

Guess Who's Back...

2006-12-19T00:17:00.000+05:30

Reflection: Finals of the Natwest Trophy- More than the phenomenal victory, one image remains very vivid, almost indelible- an ecstatic sourav ganguly taking his shirt off and waving it- with total pride.
It made a statement, defining enough. The image symbolized the renaissance of Team India, an absolutely fresh look, with new found, welcome aggression and a never before fighting spirit. Sourav epitomized the new generation- the rejuvenated bunch ready to take on any opposition and give it their best. He wore his heart up his sleeve. He marshalled his resources admirably and was primarily instrumental in instilling the young blood into the team. Had it not been for the Prince of Kolkatta, Yuvraj, Zaheer, Kaif , and many many other talents would have been in dumps.He picked the nuggets of gold from the million grains of sand. Sourav had his days of glory, when he has played some brilliantly scintillating innings, doing what he does best- hitting effortless sixers off left arm spinners (La Allan Border Ishtyle) and oh, in the process, winning matches for India. Also, he had his almost-as-long-as-Nile-lean-patch, was a non-performing captain- lackadaisical on the field, and gave some wonderful catch- practice to the opponents’ slip cordon. The arrogance was marked, became even more evident,coutesy,the deplorable batting form (or the lack of it). The icing on the cake of bitterness being, the spat with Greg Chappel. Sacked and reduced to nothing, scathing articles about his supercilious attitude smeared ALL over,in fact, wherever! Some inexplicable antagonism from the media front, I felt. The guy who has led India to many moments of glory, just due to an extended loss of form, and HOWEVER his attitude might have been, neednt have received the most hostile of deals.
Ten months of wilderness, introspection, mellowing down, finding feet. It worked brilliant, didn’t it? The “51 not out” in the first innings is NOT about the fifty one runs. It’s not about the blemish less boundaries hit with the typical-sourav-panache and flamboyance. No, it’s not that he top scored the innings also. It’s about the grit and gumption. It’s about the dogged spirit and courage. If there was a meter that measures resilience, the meters have gone for a recaliberation, because Sourav Ganguly’s Resilience Quotient was immeasurable, surpassed the previous best.
The Bengal Tiger roars.

Pankhu the Ullu- my darling buddy!

2006-12-18T00:49:00.000+05:30

Mad, crazy, ullu, gadhi, paaaaaaaaagal, gene gurl, stud, fultu-mast-bindaas, my darling friend- Pankhuri!

she has done it all-

from being the rainbow after the dark clouds,

from being my cushion to hug when i have had to,

from being my counsellor,guiding me,

patiently hearin all my rantings,crap-yaps

tolerating my crazy levels of madness-

and sometimes even tantrums !

for havin eaten/drunk the supposed noodles -

i make at mid nights or even mid days at times :D

(that saad they used to be-verb there-identity crisis!)

but fun times we had, the kurkure-lays hogging included

the many many hours of sleep,thanks to you-i say;

thanks to me-you say;this is called "inspiration":D

never a dull moment between us,ever ever cherishable-

shall always treasure those times, missin them too..

oh ullu, my darling friend, cheers to you!

My Rakhi Bro! :) My Best friend! :)

2006-12-18T00:21:00.000+05:30

To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour.

- William Blake

Thanks for everything,and being there, Always; bless you! :)

He's Mad, He's Genial,Oh He's Feynman!

2006-12-18T00:12:00.000+05:30

Feynman was "half-genius, half-buffoon", but later revised this to "all-genius, all-buffoon".
-Freeman Dyson (yet another ingenial mathematician and physicist)

He drenched his hands with benzene and ignited them-
To entertain the kids around- “Magic Show” he said!
An expert safe cracker with an uncanny knack-
Cracked near impossible safes- at his whim;
Friends and otherwise- unfathomably bewildered-
Is there a thing that does not fascinate him?
And oh, he dabbles well with the bongo drums,
Beating one crazy rhythm, akin to that of his life.
He wondered at the ants’ sojourns(!),with as much interest
As he showed in analyzing a twirlig wobble-plate,
As he showed in Quantum Electro-dynamics!
His wackiness , madness- amazingly infectious,
If it diffuses through “just” his writings-
What to speak of the person himself!
His child like glee at the world’s working
A never-will-be satiated appetite for knowledge and trivia alike
Mad, eccentric,dynamic,wonderfully crazy,ingenial,mercurial-
All in one mind blowing package- Presenting Richard Feynman-
Bows!

Well well, am bamboozled, totally, right, left and centre by this one man, a Nobel Laurete- richard P Feynman. I am currently reading his book “Surely,You’re joking, Mr Feynman” and I must say, it’s definitely one of the best packaged books I have ever read. Utterly hilarious, but it has got its sensitive parts, charming the reader in its own very alluring ways.
Bows, to the book too!:)

Ships are safer in the harbor; but, they are not meant for the same.

2006-12-17T20:31:00.000+05:30

The Reliance Empire would have been a non entity today, had Dhirubai Ambani stuck to his roots. The BPO trail blazer, Infosys sky rocketed to rule the software world when Mr Narayana Murthy broke his shackles, slaughtered the regimented frame of mind to lead, innovate and hence, follow his vision. Not in the wildest of dreams would people have thought that HughHefner, (Oh yes, The one who brought Playboy!) was brought up in an utterly conservative milieu. And the mind blowing transition is of an unthinkable magnitude. Had Hugh stuck to his confines?
Well, these are just tiny glimpses, fleeting peeps into people’s lives- their dynamic perspectives and the paradigm shifts, and above all and of course, the most conspicuous of them – the resolve and the fortitude to take the risk, to confront and yes, to overcome and emerge unscathed. Oh yes, oh yes, life CAN be definitely “nice” without the clichéd hurdles or the risks. But “nice” is not all what we wish for! Each one of us in this world has a dream, big or small or giga or miniscule. And during the journey of accomplishing them , clinching them are the figurative storms. These storms are in actual, the much vaunted exposure immaterial of its nature or extent one will have to face and brave to grow and flourish in this world. A fisherman has to brave the sea, A Roger Federer cant (wont) rest on his past glories to beat a Nadal- he has to be in swell form, all the time. The implausibly volatile sensex does not fetch profit for the meek player, NEVER! The one who takes astute and yes, calculative risks emerges the clear winner. Of course, “calculative” is the operative word.
In this world where life is whizzing past in a near rampaging pace, one has to explore, fight the circumstance, brace oneself to brave the odds, innovate and thus, thrive and soar high amidst the eagles.
“Think out of the box” is no more a cliché, because, the box does not exist today.(someone’s line) This sums up the world today!

PS: well, this was a class exerxcise (xat essay practice(so they said!))!! Was totally glad that I could muster some crap in the given twenty minutes today. For a person who hasn’t written for nearly seven months, its one relief!

I like the Rainbow:)

2006-10-14T17:08:00.000+05:30

An awesome leveller that life is
The Ebbs.. the Crests
Teachin equanimity
The threads of future dreams
Weave the silken hope
Of Living;
The seeming failure-
A grim reminder of past glories,
Quantifying teh Phoenix Quotient in thee.
Afterall, The rainbow is what we enjoy-
Grey, colour and sunshine..
:)

FIFA! That Sounds Like VIVA!

2006-06-17T08:20:00.000+05:30

The wave of FIFA engulfs every human soul- from Andaman to Iceland, the coloured, the “otherwise”, the black haired, the pepper haired and the salt haired. Sport is the culmination of the human spirit- where issues like caste, region , religion, which otherwise matter in this silly world we live in, are dumped into oblivion, in style. The time really does not matter. Matches are watched with the same wide eyed eagerness and “geist” at Ungodly hours as the other usual “sane” times. When it comes to sport, all barriers are broken. The Fever definitely seems to have the bigger ball (the world) in rapt attention, driving everyone to a new level of frenzy. And the extent of the enthu-flurry is certainly possible only due to the otherworldly magic of FIFA. More than 3.2 million tickets, a few hundred millions glued to the Blessed Boxes, and did I forget to mention the prize money (!), the figures are lavish and seemingly larger than life, but true. And the brands and the official sponsors have a rollicking time too. With all the newbie advertisements “goaling” towards striking synchronism between the product and soccer (However unconnected they would be), Soccer is the buzzword, everywhere, all the time. “A Time To make Friends”, being one of the mottos and “This” could not have come at a more apposite time, with the World, otherwise boiling in a cauldron of needless tensions, tantalizingly lethal enough.
Even I seem to be smitten by the FIFA bug. Am still like this duckling trying to grasp the first lessons of wading across the pond. The Rooney Slicks, the trademark Beckam “Free kicks”, the mercurial reflexes and the intelligent grafting,the fickle “Elasticos”,and yes, the penalty cards tempering the game.The concept of “Offside” seems to be an enigma in soccer though. And am on a name learning spree too. Most of the names seem like huge unconquerable tongue twisters! I get Peter Crouch easy, Ronaldo, ‘Inho still easier. But Zlatan Whatever(!) and a whole gamut of other names with an evident paucity of vowels, stringed by a sequence of consonants seem to be quite a challenge! But yes, It’s FIFA all the way!
JOGA BONITO:) !

A Tribute to Lance...

2006-06-15T22:27:00.000+05:30

"I want to die at a hundred years old with an American flag on my back and the star of Texas on my helmet, after screaming down an Alpine descent on a bicycle at seventy-five miles per hour. I want to cross one last finish line as my stud wife and ten children applaud, and then I want to lie down in a field of those famous French sunflowers and gracefully expire: the perfect contradiction to my once anticipated poignant early demise."

The Lance Armstrong Autobiography is NOT about the bike, as he so rightly puts it.

A less privileged childhood
The glimmer being his Mom,
A wholesome manifestation
Of grit and dauntless spirit.
A broken, depressing home,
Wherever,whenever he turned
He met crystal clear obscurity
Yet,He stayed, withstood, Won.
When life hinted a rosy tint
But- “Rose” became “Sore”
The knee buckling head ache
Cancer.Testicular Cancer.
The fatal pronouncement
Debilitated the physique
Incapacitated the soul.
He was ruptured-
Ah..the throes of despair.
But He wanted to fight it.
It sure takes more than something
To survive the vicissitudes-
Physical,moral and psychological.
The true ones held close and tight
The rest abandoned, shamelessly.
He was unflinching, almost buoyant-
Those stray moments of depression
And the odd occasion when agony hovered,
He had a near perfect bunch of folks
To lift him, to talk to him;
To rejuvenate the sagging morale.
And thus the travails were braved
The Enemy was finally in shambles!
The Cancer was an experience,
It enhanced a transformation.
The once brash..the once volatile
And perennially temperamental
With the proverbial gush and rush-
Had slowed down and rightly seasoned,
And positively mellowed down.
It was an education of its own.
A test of the strength of spirit.
And then there was this ephemeral phase,
Of wilderness and madness;
When all seemed hazy and aimless-
The strain of chemotherapy “strain”
Sapping the once dogged fortitude.
But there are true angels in this place,
To shore up when most crucial.
And then there was The Tour-
Any Cyclist’s “Dream” dream;
Mate, It’s known as Life’s metaphor-
The Tour de France, an ultimate test.
He who had a troubled childhood,
He who had a not-so-blissful youth,
He who bonded with The Fatal cancer,
He who had a paltry chance of survival,
WON THE TOUR DE FRANCE !
And six times at that.
If This is not inspiring, What is?

Lance Armstrong’s autobiography is one book which will leave a HUGE, indelible mark in the minds and the hearts of the readers. There’s nothing in this wide universe to beat the resilience of the mind and Lance’s life is ample testimony to this well known but sadly not as well realized fact of life. And yes, the story of kissing the pinnacle of glory is never a fairy tale!

The Homecoming[:D], The Treadmilling[:(], The Booking[;)], The Mewing[:o]

2006-05-15T21:55:00.000+05:30

With the semester exams being an absolute cracker and having performed amazingly great, I returned home, with a sense of relief- that i had aced them "all".. with a sense of satisfaction that i had prepped my best.. with the happiness tingling in my heart, light and nice and cool..
HOW I WISH??!! Goodness gracious, They were an absolute "crack"er. yes, i was burning the midnight oil, deep engrossed in tin-tin when i had to tackle micro processors??! call it irresponsibility at its near perfect manifestation! "OH MY GOD!-How in this wild world do you mange being you?!"- is something i cant stop exclaiming at myself. i stay this way. period?
well, i was home. happy.hostel life is fun, alright, yes, even during exams( especially for folks who are hell-bent on watching kuch kuch hota hai for the 11th time. despite having four (out of five units , that is), herculean units to be done with before the exam, the next afternoon.. the midnight maggi parties..the cofees for the nightouts?! (whats that, by the way?).. the pep-up music (yes, some people listen to himesh reshamm.. too (aint that very thought stimulating enough?)..(actually to refresh the squeezed, tired minds after cart loads of reading and assimilating,but am ubiquitous there too, to give the cheers-"yo baby! the party's on! 'and all").. and when the kids do slog, am blissfully asleep.hostel sure's fun, but there are times when you miss everyone back home, times when you yearn for that hug from your mom,dad's advice?!, (yes yes, my dad reads my blogs too:) ) those moments where you try extra hard to overhear mom and the pokey neighbour discussing about the latest, hottest(neednt be!) l'affaire which sprouted between how- do-i-know-who and how-do-i-know-who-else,the ac , my sweetheart-ish COMP, La un-idiot box, being the inanimate things i sorely miss. and so yay! i was home to experience the bliss of doing nothing (absolutely). actually nothing to freak about.
oh yea, just got placements coming in mid june (by the way, sweetie, it's less than a month away..), CAT, MAT, XAT,RAT?! etc and a few more (well, dont ask me to list the rest, "etc" is the most helpful word in the english language. very deftly, fills up for 'hell-i-know-no-more-of-this-kind-of-issues!!), and a couple of projects to resume and other agenda to be fulfilled for mommy dear, like resuming classical music , cooking (!?!) and most importantly, to get on this flab-reducing- mode, so i was "ordered" to treadmill every morning. nothing to sniff about though.
Treadmilling was great, alright, was over the moon for burning 202 calories, on an all time high!oh did i mention that the treadmilling became extinct in my "schedule" (sounds big, right?[;)]) Books: The blessed cousin of mine who is a vooorrrrraccious (hope the extra letters have emphasized the degree;) ) reader and yes, as expected, he had this huge list of favorites when I appealed to His highness. A Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy- "Crazy, riotous,out-of-the-mind and hilarious" was the expert's verdict. I went "slurp".. I really do not know if i was doped or something when i did start hitchhiking. for stats' sake (am no don bradman equivalent in reading, but still u know..;)) i havent read past the twenty fourth word on page fourteen and that has been 'achieved' after having spent a whole five hours on that. (I know the figures are eye-popping for different reasons, for once ,not at those mind boggling "dream" IIM-offers!). And my darling brother was kind of bewildered to see the book "shelved"(the-placing-in-the-rack-act:D). "Dude!! Not in the groove, i guess. Give me something I can appreciate and fall in love with without just laughing my way and having those momentary moments with the book?.." With a more bewildered expression outwardly lacing the suppressed, but vurgeoning irritation,he went like.."Hmmm.. I think your taste towards poignant and poetry-in-prose kind of literature has positively elevated ,(atleast, Ipresume). Trivialities dont seem to amuse you no longer. Why dont you try Midnight's Children? Drenched with allusions and beautiful nuances.." And I was already asleep by then. I didnt feel like baby sitting those children. Boo hoo, man!! "How about Silence of the lambs?!" Hell, I didnt have any problems with noisy lambs, let david *shepherd* do it if he wants to! The usually patient guy went mad and red and dizzy irritated and why not, when an absolutely jobless moron drives him crazy? Oh, Keshav, if you are reading this, well, I extend my heart-felt (ahem!) sympathy. [;)]My CAT classes were keeping in synchronism with the now-flourishing- technologies too.Talking of smaller things everywhere, from bipashah's minis to MEMS etc, and here too, *the miniature stamp* The four hour class reduced to one hour,(oh dont take that as cribbing, i almost jumped when i heard that,as much glee as a kid about to gobble a chocolate!).
holidays.. bliss..peace..:)
twiddle my thumbs (well, a new activity, a new-found passion, in fact;))
gaze at the walls (people say am a thinker?!;))
the boundless yap ("do i stop to breathe?", is a debatable question.)
snoozing with even a sportstar (which is embarassing!)
the occasional day-mares (:( , about a certain "sir", a perfect hybrid of a grizzly bear and the usual villain in the tamil cinema, the "one" who expected a perfect response for a first order filter (which by the way is not realisable..(ahem, i think so!!)).
pondering over my kaalaa-jaamoon-ish facade, not that i was milk white any before, but "this" is quite a metamorphosis.. *the bow* to the ball of crimson!
the rest of the "activities" arent even worth mentioning, now dont ask me if the aforementioned are any great or even mentionable?! did i tell you i go conveniently mute, from time to time ?!
:-p

How Kaavya won the deal, got published and got exposed..

2006-05-09T10:40:00.003+05:30

Of Admiration.. Disgust.. Sympathy..

"NRI teen author secures Rs 2.2-cr deal"
When my eyes locked with the above headline, somewhere in the Chronicle, months back, random, mixed thoughts were being knit, quick and fast. *Boy, She is just as old as me! This is so unbelievable. Whoa,a whopping, eye-popping 50,000$, man.. what an amazing prodigy! Being in Harvard, itself is something absolutely fabulous. And now, she has clinched a dream deal, all at nineteen! Damn! why is it that it's just a certain blessed few who get all the opportunities in the world ? Why the bias? Not fair :(.. Pangs of envy too crept in amidst an unparalleled magnitude of admiration for the "dream". Held her in complete awe.*
"Student’s Novel Faces Plagiarism Controversy"
*It came to me as a total shocker. Initially, quite hard to stomach even. But when passages from
Megan F McCafferty's and Kaavya's were juxtaposed, everything came to light, crystal clear. Why in the blazes were numerals (yes, of all things, this too! ) copied? Atleast that could have been changed to add that much-needed smack of originality (Anyways,am not justifying the act, by the way). But Kaavya chose otherwise, which by any Harvard sophomore's standards, rather, anybody(oh i meant sensible ones) for that matter, is outrageously preposterous. Yes, there's no denying that it's a teen novel and teen novels are bound to have a whole lot of common issues - dating, crushes,parties,kissing and dancing et al, as a result of which the concepts that feature in these genre of novels are definitely overlapping. But blatant copying is just unpardonable. come on, even the music remixes have modulated rhythms and different beats, providing the wave of energy and freshness to an old song. But this !? Mere cutting and pasting? Puhleeze!*
Opal Mehta is off the shelves now. Kaavya's dream to be a writer too is shelved, which is again sad because, afterall, she had it in her- the smartness, the flamboyance and the spunk to make it to the Harvard. Dreamt big, nothing wrong in that too. But to be in the elite Hall of Fame, a bit too soon with all the haste in the world.. Kaavya got it wrong there. If the cocoon is broken "unnaturally", everyone knows what happens to the butterfly.
It pays to be John Nash-ish.. (Am talkin about the heady mix of being patient and being original to reach the zenith.)

About to be crumbled and mutilated.. LET'S ACT NOW !

2006-04-15T13:35:00.000+05:30

ah what's with the morons , YES, i mean the supposed beacons , who SHOULD be showing us the path to glory !? how is it that they unfailingly come out with well chalked out schemes and plans to degrade the flourishing nation? conscientiously at that. the rich and unique spirit of India is 'unity in diversity'. a well known ideology which is sprinkled all over the text books for the kids to imbibe and nurture the thought AND live by it. but wow! what's happening here? an express erosion of that value which identifies itself with our nation, that spirit. the reservation issue reeks, if i may add, STINKS of propaganda. there cant be a thing which is more disgusting than reservations. is it not pretty glaring that the supposed purpose of this policy is destroyed at the time of its germination? if schools are said to be levellers, then why.. why should there be lesser cut-offs for "them" to enter into an institute when the cut-off expected of the more privileged kids is way ahead of the former ?why the discriminaton? can you tell me which class is "ignored"? ha, cant get more ridiculous! when i think so, i get reminded of the reservations looming large on pg courses. why.. why in the world? can you muster the balls you got and go to a doctor who got his medical seat,thanks to the reservation quota? have enough chutzpah to reply in the affirmative? NO ! and yes, it reaches a new, a never-before crescendo when the shrines of learning, the priceless jewels IITs and the IIMs are brought under its unyielding clutches. apalling. the quality which it boasts of, the cream which it churns year after year, for sure will become a thing of the past if these deceitful strategies are given life. the decay is going to be faster. just when the nation is beginning to abandon the tunnel-vision and transcend beyond caste, creed and other lesser things, the blessed politicians come into the picture to seed the almost forgotten vices. man, amazing social service, i must say! did i talk about reservation for women. though am one and yes, i do look forward to a world we ARE treated as equals. but not through quotas, please. i want to be lauded for my capabilities. i dont want the suspicious eyes to dissect me with the afterall-you-got-through-the-"quota" kind of glares . am sure every woman's going to hate that. the already evanascent spirit of India (hey but this spirit ought'nt be volatile like the tangible one..) seems to have evaporated. :(
ppl! lets stand up against it and FIGHT !
sign the online petition !
http://www.petitiononline.com/re225495/petition.html

The Darkness of the Noon..

2006-04-02T01:19:00.000+05:30

Even the noon seemed dark
The "dark"- cold and biting
Not a flicker of glimmer
The once forged ties seem severed
Agonisingly sudden and rapid
Groped for some peace
Till I met Futility and beyond
Buried under the dumps
Enduring the burden, its weight
Scaling high, the gloom
The road ahead, the future-
Dangerously uncharted.
What looms large-
The inevitable doom..
Deaf to the bird's tweet
Dead to the kindling breeze
The rustle of the leaves
The music of nature-
Goes unusually unrelished
The flower wilts.. withers..
All shrivelled, ah.. insignificance !

There are phases in life when things just dont seem to go your way, irrespective of the striving.. irrespective of the effort.. Shattered, stifled and broken. To brave It all, to confront It and to overcome It is the issue, nothing more, nothing less !
Peace..

The Bohemian Shade !

2006-04-01T00:49:00.000+05:30

The bohemian shade-
Isolated from the trite
The marked unconvention-
Breaking the usual myth
The splash of freshness-
Overwhelming the stale
The artistic ilk-
flowing on the "canvas"
The distinctive style
Enhancing the aura
Shining through
Jumping along-
The visscitudes of life,
Treated with aplomb !
To create a space;
A niche,of her own
Head high and proud,
On achievement precious
The lips curving, shy
On conquering bliss.

My Bus and Richard Branson !

2006-04-01T00:31:00.000+05:30

Prologue:
Fervently hope the title of the blog is as sensational as the front-page news in every alternate newspaper, "The President in Jail" when the president "visits" the jail to distribute sweets on Independance Day !

“I missed my bus stop because of Richard Branson”, I said thus, when asked as to why I was late to my class. Obviously, it evoked a vociferous “WHAT?!” from my buddies. Then when I went on to explain that I had missed my stop because I was so engrossed in the book written by Richard Branson, they went like “DUU..H”, more vociferously though! At this juncture, I could not help but think about how our apna media unfailingly revels at ballooning up every damn thing around True, the media is a very powerful tool, and yes, it has been and is a blessing in a glut of avenues. But what is very off-putting is the infantile kind of stand it takes on a limitless number of instances. Ash’s little toe (did I forget to mention the qualifier, “fractured”?) and “The Puppy”, gifted by a certain Vivek Oberoi become instant celebrities. From the retired uncles to the sensex-savvy seem to discuss Anil Ambani’s purportedly private mails to the board of directors of the Reliance over a cup of coffee, like it’s some household issue sorted out? And yes, Masnisha did not name her non-existent pet, Mustafa ! Greg Chappel’s finger apparently seems to make more news than the issues of prime importance.. Delving unnecessarily deep into the trivialities and the likes of it.
Little does It realize that any issue, grave or trivial, if blown-up mindlessly out of proportion would be more than a death blow? A world marred by misinterpretations, misrepresentations, hypo/hyper-hyped issues and so on, the piece of news getting more and more lurid through the train of time, with novel, unbelievable extra fittings which beats the elasticity of creativity. But what is unbeatably crazy is that how the twenty channels manage to churn out twenty seven versions of the same issue, with the same protagonist, antagonists and the rest of the characters? The number of permutations, though, is one mind-boggling number !

Epilogue:
Praying for The Angel of Sanity to raise to the occasion and cast an incantation on the media, making it act with a lot more responsibility, authenticity, discretion and sense.

PS: This is an idea.. On more detail, soon..

The Blank Noise Project

2006-03-27T06:14:00.000+05:30

The pink dupatta which was as smooth and flowing as the satin just about an hour back was torn, stained and soiled, lying on the road. So was Anjali. Bruised, battered, "reduced", victimised and brutally gang-raped. Not to mention the cigarette burns on her otherwise flawless skin. The eighteen year old bundle of joy and vivacity was bundled out, reduced to nothingness. She was a living corpse. People shunned Anjali, treated her with total disregard and branded her -"Her values and ethics are skewed". No, it wasnt the bipasha-ish mini skirt. Remember, I mentioned the dupatta?
And the society conveniently shifts the blame on girls for the lusty leer , the assault, the "unwanted" touch, the cat call oozing nothing but cheap lewdness, the deliberate bristle in town buses and trains, the obcene comments wafting across the lanes,the molestation "Provocative and body-hugging, figure-revealing clothes. Girls "ask" for it. Now that "this" has happened, Cant really help the case.."- So they assertively say. They are the "analysts". Very very reasonable and rational, aint it? To hell with the societal mental frame, it's NAUSEATING. Salwar suits, if you did know are not skimpy.The society places the victim on the wrong side of the stick and gets away with it too!
When will the dads stop muttering prayers when their daughter ventures out a little later than six in the evening? Will the hot-blooded youth ever realise that it's NOT their birth-right? Branded,"the weaker sex"- Will this sick myth be shattered? And a million more questions..Abuse, in any form just doesnt list itself under the umbrella of "Law and order issies". It's an evil to be undressed, stripped off. Measures are taken, no denying that. Not in the least effective, sorry to say, "It" seems to be on a monotonic increase.

The Blank Noise Project is one great initiative. Dont stay passive. plunge into action. Join now.

The Mediocre Adoloscent

2006-03-26T21:29:00.000+05:30

Priya's mom was shuttling in and out of the balcony every two minutes. Her eyes brimming with eagerness.. Priya was coming home after a good three months, after her first stay away from home, away from all the molly-coddling and the pampering. Joined the insti, filled with loads of apprehensions and mixed feelings, her situation comparing well with the dancing flame of a candle. "Will I be able to stay away.. Will I make new buddies.. Will I be "accepted" in the gang.." and many questions such as this. There she was at the start of the lane leading to her apartment. She had changed. Didnt look like "the mommy's kid" anymore. " Pri! It's been so long dear. How have you been.. You seem to be dieting? you look so skinny dear.. How are you.. come on, give me a hug.. ah.. how I missed you all along, those petty quarrels and arguments.. dear, you look pale.." "Oh mom.. crap.. stop boring me, will you? I need to talk to Smriti." Not so warm words from the mommy's kid. Mom doesnt stop. 'have a look at the new designer suits i got for you, all your favourite shades..".. " YUCK! mom, your taste sucks. Oh, please, dont trouble yourself with all this, like I asked you to get stuff? I am old enough to get them myself. Now, can you leave me in peace?" To suffer the brunt of ignominy from her daughter, who was, not long ago, was always behind her for everything.. Priya's indifference came as a shock.
Monosyllable answering to parents.. The disinterested tone of talking.. "Oh, please extrapolate from the past" kind of comments.. Rubbishing WHATEVER they say.. "Am cool and you dont interfere" kind of attitude.. Spending lesser time with them.. "ah, i know this, am not a kid !" and many more like this laced with arrogance.. disdain..
The ubiquitous traits of the mediocre adoloscent. Wonder what brings in this sick paradigm shift. Difference of opinions is understandable. The cliched generation gap does exist. But when it does get overboard, It's SICK.
More on this later..

The Day !!

2006-02-19T13:24:00.000+05:30

"Arey.. Am unable to decide yaar.. Do I wear that chunni with mirror-work, laced with fine embroidery at its ends?.. ah, chuck that.. will look way too ornamental.. wait up.. the tested- red-T shirt and a pair of blue (faded) jeans combo? nah.. I dont want to look "unfussy" too.. Rahul doesnt like pastel shades.. So the crinkled "preity-zinta-ish (of Lakshya fame) skirts have already hidden themselves deep down in my cupboard.. Somebody please help me choose The Dress.... (sigh)^n.. Lakshmi.. no inputs? Gawd.. U are hopeless.. " I was caught in my own web of thought as I was seemingly listening and less seemingly, trying to help out my dear buddy, Tina's " grave predicament" ! Holy Crap. Couldnt believe that someone whose wardrobe overflows profusely with an assorted melange of designer-trendy-casual-contemporary-wear was frantically fumbling around for The Dress? This was just getting on me. Out I came to the lawn/basketball court (depends on what you do there!) to get away from what I found a little bizzare ! Goodness me.. There was this huge crowd of girls- yes, they had this proverbial attitude,loads of it, I should admit... and yes, oodles of oomph.. the kind of girls, guys like ogling at.. (No offence dudes, a generalisation!:) ) Nail filing was done with a marked finesse, what followed was an intense debate.. You guessed it right.. "Should it be the-kiss-of-caramel, which has this elegant appeal or the bronze red, which exudes boldness?" Even by the greatest stretch of imagination, I could not stomach the fact that something as trivial as this could keep people ticking and kicking? ..."My guy is treating me in La Meredian after which we are gonna disco! and you know what..."..."Whoa... that's something, but my "Lovie-Dovie" is the chweeeetest in this planet..." Oh damn !( am being real decent in the use of profanities ! ). Yes, tomorrow is Valentines Day.. But what of it? Do girls who are "commited" or those "to-be-commited-fledglings" behave this crazy (not to mention the anxiety mounting... ah, please, there isnt going to be any "earth-shattering" catastrophe on 14th! ) a couple of days before "THE V DAY"? Well, it's a resounding YES.Wasnt able to relate, come to terms with the dizzying madness.. Will I be joining the bandwagon too once It happens? Will it happen? Am still this kiddo, behaving "babyish"and yes, silly at times too. Will I grow up? Or am I this hopeless cynic? and an avalanche of questions racing past each other to haunt my mind, already bothered enough! Oh yes, am going to see the "cuties" with their respective "tall-dark-handsome-guys", the guy
pampering his lady.. a bouquet with red roses in full bloom here.. the good old Archies' Xpression Cards.. and many more. Period.
Tina is listening to Elvis' "Love me tender" (she must have chosen The Dress, I suppose, I daren't enter her room !!). I enter my room.. the system's on..the first song on my winamp playlist is Rahman's Chandaa suraj laakhon taare.. " I think that sums up my spirit (or the lack of it(!) ) for The Day ! And Tina's too. Period.

A Testimony ..

2006-02-12T14:41:00.000+05:30

As warm as warm could be
Engulfed in a sea of love
That warm hug
That warmer smile
Lighting up the dark
Showing me the way
Transforming hours of gloom
To full beaming bloom
When dark clouds hover around
He's there, holding my hand
Till the sun shines through
Oh God.. I feel blessed
For I possess the best-
The best of life's blessings
A sibling, so sweet
So loving and caring
Making me flourish
Rain or sunshine
The times we have had
Are etched deep
Ah..indelible memories
Can never be traded
Through you
I understood
I felt, experienced
Love,undiluted
Pure and unconditional
My sugar, my baby,
There's isnt anything
I would not do
To have a sibling
Such as you (only you)
Love you,
As much as I could, would and should :-)
Miss you too sibling.
Cheers to our siblingship
Loud and proud ! :-)

PS: hey this one is a testimony, pure unadulterated dil-se version :-) Missing my rakhi-to-be-brother a lot today...

The Realm of Emotion..

2006-02-12T14:37:00.000+05:30

The realm of emotion which life tenders-
Of myriad shades, oh.. profusely copious!
Joy..pride..envy.. and a horde of other breeds,
We experience, we sense, we feel..
There’s a shimmering gleam in the eye,
Following the intangible exuberance of the heart,
The façade, scorching with spirits high.
Ah.. Heavenly bliss, at its wholesome best..
Goodness God! Wouldn’t it last an eternity?
I desire with vehemence, for “eternal bliss”;
But, hold, my friend! Let’s face it
Life aint a mind-numbing drone..
And there are agonizingly harrowing times-
Assaulted by excruciating pain, arrested by gloom;
Neither the fire to confront; nor the will to overcome..
Vexed, wrecked and vanquished, I succumb to tragedy.
Goodness God! Would it last an eternity?
I desire with vehemence, for an emphatic invalidation;
But, hold, my friend! Let’s face it
Life aint a mind-numbing drone..
Like the burst of rain for the withering crop;
Like the candle flame in ominous darkness;
There’s this prolific blaze, christened hope-
To steer my way through the corridor of glory.
Then, there’s the venomous pang of envy, creeping in;
At times, the flaring temper, at times the bouts of ego..
And a flock of other multifarious strains of emotion,
In accordance with these, my soul swings.. sways..

PS: a desperate attempt at poetry.. tried to convert a write-up which i wrote long back into rhyme.. :-)

rang de basanti

2006-02-12T07:27:00.000+05:30

one frame leaves you in splits. the other stirs the deepest emotions, strikes the deepest chord and urges the rusty brain to do some thinking.an expletive here, an expletive there, innovative swear words (;-p), a fantastic genre of music, (what else can be expected of the maestro, rahman?), a movie, fresh and unique, leaving you pondering , for good.
yo! rang de basanti happened just when i started believing the ideology that bollywood was going to the stray dogs! thanks to the movie, i've started believing there is still talent in the industry nad that bollywood can go beyond the oh so usual love triangles with A LOT of unwarranted exposure (commercialization, is how they call it!). oh, how many flavours have been offered by RDB? wow..
be it aamir rocking you with his wit or sidharth, with his intense potrayal,atul, almost bringing more than a tear with his sarfarosh ki tamanna, sharman joshi- ah so cute, with his "kunwara"- wit, soha and madhavan pairing up exhibitting divine, heavenly chemistry, sue, ravishing her way!:).. each one fits so beautifully in the scheme of things, outshining the other in their respective rendition of the character. mindblowing.
the style of narration- with the narration of the revolutionary struggle in sepia tone and the contemporary one, full of colour and vibrance was brilliant. and how the two, initially at stark periods of time dissolve at the end is the essence. the parallels drawn between the yester times and their present lives is unthinkable.
The ultra- modern, ‘young turks’ of the country become one in spirit with the revolutionaries who sacrificed themselves for the country’s freedom.
rang de basanti - a must watch. leaves you thinking.

Romance in the air !

2006-02-12T07:06:00.000+05:30

Venus- the captivating enchantress
In the company of the Moon-majestic;
Unravel the enigma -that is love...
with such poise and bewildering beauty.
The moon -totally mesmerised,
Courtesey-the vulnerable Venus-
Share a rather pampering kiss!
A sight-so enthralling and unbelievable!
Ah! I fall short of words...
To describe this charming wonder...
All of a sudden, really sudden-
The jewelled sky becomes a lover's lane
The moon mellowed,Venus alluring...
So engrossed in their "paradise".
They choose to be in"stimulated solitude"-
As if encased in a huge bubble;
It's like a dream- a big time fantasy!...
I fail to believe it's real...lo! it is...
SO WHAT'S COMING NEXT????
A GRACEFUL BALL DANCE???...

cant think of an appropriate title ! (brainz lazy?!)

2006-02-11T22:06:00.000+05:30

Yo I am back! Boy-o-boy, there can be nothing as draining as thwarting laziness! Oh my God! i've been "nurturing" my burning desire to blog for quite sometime (read two weeks), but yours truly just couldnt carry it out, thanks to the oh so lethargic atmos, simulated in my hostel room! The initial latency was due to my internals, seemingly that is! we have got a great dean. very fine. and the visionary that he is, he wants to revolutionize and totally renovate the existing pattern of learning and testing (am sorry, that sucked!) and hence make the techie-soul feel rejuvenated and enlightened ! WOW! yes, a great idea and kudos, too.. BUT! isnt it totally out of wits to implement all at one go? i mean, vit cant become iit (if that is what he's aiming at) overnight! the process has to be steady and gradual.. anyways, i feel it's a waste of time to prolong and continue my cribbing about his ways.. stuff it. when given absolute pastry-walk kind of sitters, i have this uncanny knack of messing them up to unthinkable levels, believe me, the range and the variety of mistakes and the goof-ups- all, my brain-children- i jus dont have the words to describe them ! so, the end-result was obvious.. i got screwed- ROYALLY at that! and at this juncture, i got to tell you this; the subject was computer networks, and yes, i had made the worst possible mistakes in literally every question.. the answer copies are usually distributed by the respective lecturers and yes, when i was given mine, along with my answer copy, as a freebie, i recieved one of the coldest possible stares, peppered with a tang of disgust and "mute scathing remarks"- the look said it ALL. so much for a freebie, i wondered, shattered. the rest of my "answer-copy-receiving" episodes were similar too. a lot of freebies this time !
my amour propre suffered a beating :-( (oh! did it? hopefully.. so that i realise, atleast !)..

Ah.. These Signs !

2006-01-22T07:17:00.000+05:30

here's a poem... nahi... a bunch of wordz... i wrote in one of the most drab environment engg class i've had in my lifetime... it was inspired by a lovely discussion we had on .... "that topic" in one of our comm skills classes... this's how it goes...
Ah! ... These signs... An enigma...
It promises a glimpse into the future-
And drags me into its mind-boggling web...
Like a fairy tale in a fantasy land-
The prophecies- as loud as the music band!'
Linda Goodman says it all-
Triumph,failure...success or fall!
The young and old alike-completely bowled o'er-
"wanna know what's in store",thus it beckons...
One chorus says" It's nothing but myth"..
While others in unison call it "filth"...
The different signs mystifying-
Its names fascinating...captivating too!
Ah! I seem to be in a baffling maze
Trying...striving...pushing...
hard...harder...still harder...
Till I unviel the signs of the zodiac.
Alas or lo! oh god! i know not-
they still remain unresolved...unfathomed...

Cricket, My fixed obsession

2006-01-22T07:12:00.000+05:30

Lured by a magic charm called…

The butterflies in my stomach are getting agitated and are flying all over…The adrenalin rush is at a breathtaking speed- - as we draw tantalizingly close to the mother of all cricket matches… the ultimate clash of the titans – INDIA VS PAKISTAN. The stage is perfectly set- a war in every sense of it ; bats made of willow in lieu of rifles – kookaburra balls in lieu of nuclear bombs! Also, a fierce battle of emotions.
Mixed feelings - excitement,fear, tension … stalk around me like a shoal of fish… Without an iota of doubt , nothing but Indo-pak clashes evokes an incredible magnitude of craziness, sometimes FANATICISM , driving us to dizzy and frenzied heights…
We get drenched in a rain of euphoria when the men in cool blues triumph—lots of hungama, hype and hoopla… Else,??? Ah! I even shudder to think of that. The nation is at its lowest ebb, more often than not , provoking violent, aggressive reactions, marring the true spirit of the game. Passion, emotions, patriotism- everything’s fine . but hard-core fanaticism will have to be nipped in the bud. It’s afterall a game of glorious uncertainities and we must learn to embrace the scintillating success and the pricking failures with equanimity and immerse ourselves fully in the fine and flamboyant spirit of the game…
Ah… just a few moments away… eyes “quick-fixed” to the box, everything around’s whirling , as if amidst a typhoon!… mixed emotions coupled with a great deal of tension haunts me. Ah… I’m lost – kidnapped by the evergreen charm of the game…!!

lot more cricket posts to follow !

Cosmetically Uncomfortable?!

2006-01-21T23:00:00.000+05:30

I somehow loved the cliche which is the title of my blog, thanks a bunch to the eye doctor i visited today.. seems totally unconnected? wait up ..
Oh... the hue and cry, i would have created due to a potato-like-stye- (which is a new-born ,doesnt look like that though, going by its size!) in my left eye, would have been huge! i wailed.. whined.. was troubled and troubled every soul around me.. finally, mom couldnt tolerate that thing which distorted my otherwise blemishless face (LAUGHED OUT LOUD!).. so , i was taken to the eye-doc.. not that i resisted before, just that i was extremely busy, doin what?? well, warming my bottoms!!.. waitin for my turn to have a date with the doc, i fervently pray to the omnipresent.. that my vision should have deteriorated just enough to fetch me a pair of glasses.. i know, this is the weirdest thing a person could ask for, but you see, am weird to a fault ! i have this crush on half-rimmed glasses which my cousin has just bought ... u must have got the point? yes !.. but very unfortunately, the stars shining down werent shining on me ! "no power, just a little pressure, nothing to worry", declared the doctor unequivocally ... gawd... my wishes were dumped ROYALLY. :( he prescribed a couple of tablets and eye-drops, and yes, fermentation blah.. blah.. like a goodie-kiddo, i nodded ! and yes, he included, with a wry smile, "WELL, LAKSHMI, IF U FEEL COSMETICALLY UNCOMFORTABLE, I CAN TAKE IT OUT FOR YOU... " instantly fell in love with the cliche, but hated the idea. the thought of those sharp instruments coming even remotely close to my eyes gives me the shudders. the doc was however on cloud nine, the cliche he "invented" driving him there !
u know what happened?
the stye grew.. and grew ! when the doc's eyes first locked with my stye, the size of it was atleast one tenth of what it is NOW ! what the heck?! thats how everyone went.. i mean, it was inexplicable, kind of..
my theory..
since the size of my stye initially did not permit the doc to diagnoze properly, he jumped into what is known as "magnification diagnosis(!)" .. "If you are unable to diagnoze, make the issue bigger and then proceed with the thing !!!"

LOL ! :-)

2006-01-14T21:54:00.000+05:30

Lucifer Sam (Barrett) 3:07

Lucifer Sam, siam cat.
Always sitting by your side
Always by your side.
That cat's something I can't explain.

Ginger, ginger you're a witch.
You're the left side
He's the right side.
Oh, no! That cat's something I can't explain.

Lucifer go to sea.
Be a hip cat Be a ship's cat.
Somewhere, anywhere.
That cat's something I can't explain.

At night prowling sifting sand.
Hiding around on the ground.
He'll be found when you're around.
That cat's something I can't explain.

O yes, this is one of Pink Floyd's.. Somehow, it has a strange aura aroud it.. Reminds me of CAT (Common Admission Test) though, especially because of the last refrain, "That cat's something I can't explain ! "...

a meek parody ! :-(

2006-01-05T15:22:00.000+05:30

Aargh.. My story is akin to Jenny and Cavilleri..
Of the poignant saga , Segal's "A Love Story".
With a defining difference- that was fiction;
And here's mine- real,not an inkling of concoction.
"He" was my first cute crush..
Ah.. how can I forget my first brush !
My "feelings" metamorphosised into love for this "someone",
Boy.. he was as endearing and as pampering as the rays of the sun.
The time we spent together flew, defining evanescence;
But the fond memories and its reflections-permanence!
Very cheery and riotous with tingling laughter ,
He pulled my legs, fondly though, with cheeky banter.
The once "cocooned" me, transformed into a happy butterfly-
Lo! I found my soulmate, thank my stars, looking up at the sky..
We built our dreams together, painted myriad hues on "our" canvas;
And he always said, "we are here to rock, my pretty lasse !"..
Yes, Life was a dream, as if set on a roseate hue-
About the cliched uncertainties- aah.. not a clue.
The trajectory was destined to take a cruel, shattering path..
God ! I was there- seeing the blood ooze from his head, my heart.
Still grope, for a little peace.. within and outside..
Ah.. I hear his baritone ringing-
"Do not stand up on my grave and weep-
I'm not there, I do not sleep.
But am there in your soul entwined,
To give you the scintilla of hope;
and the support and solace u seek-
All, for you, my dear,in earnest-
Just to see that slinky smile of yours..."

"Do not stand upon my grave and weep-
I'm not there, I do not sleep."
well !! This was the theme for an on-the-spot poetry contest... God! The above piece of whatever(!) was indeed my brainchild.. the sickest thing I've ever written ! But still posted it because it would serve as a great example of : " How NOT to write Poetry ! " Very true !

PS: It's pure and unadulterated imagination at its worst !! No Cavilleri out here !!Laughed out Loud !! :-P ;-)

Yet another new year's eve !

2006-01-05T14:34:00.000+05:30

december 31st... hell no.. i didnt SLEEP ! wondering what evoked me to say that ? well, it's way too obvious for my buddies who know my idiosyncrasies quite well.. for instance, sleeping off bang at 8.30 even if it's goin to be the new year's eve !!!
the heat was definitely on ! the party animals that we were ("we" refers to the craziest and the coolest college cliques possible ! boy.. each one is a riot ! ) were at our chilling best. i know it's kind of weird to be "chillin out" when the "heat" is on from a scientific perspective, but it's one common colloquial jargon ! and no prizes for guessing the joint. "MANIAQ" - bangalore's most hip and happening discotheque (pardon me for that incorrigible spellin though, if it's wrong !).. the dj was jus blazing away.. and we were jumping (read "dancing" , synonymous as far as i am concerned coz i have two left feet ! ! ! ) to the peppy beats.. hooting like frenzied juveniles.. filled with glee, absolutely in a state of ecstasy- uninhibitted !
only when the telephone rang for the nineteenth time (not that i counted, but it jus gives it a kind of.. what shall i say ... "effect (!) ).. did i realise that kaantaa lagaa never had a "ringing interruption" ! quite wonderfully greeted the caller with a dreamy, sleepy hello.. Presto! a new year wish it was.. from my best buddy pinky.. (didnt realise it then though as i was on a different plane..).. too dazed to realise what was goin on, i wished her happy bday and hung up the phone (man.. am SAD !, the first goof-up of the year too.. ).. omigosh! where is the dj? kaantaa lagaa? gawd.. i took such a long time to realise that "MANIAQ" was nothin but a figment of my hallucination ! WOW ! :-( whatever.. came over the transient state of trance to only realise that i was doing the lousiest thing possible on earth and that too on the new years eve. crap.. an assignment. frown. signal processing. a deeper frown as a hundred wrinkles crowd my forehead.OFDM was what i was digging at. if you are going to say "Du..uh what?" well, never mind.. because, even i don't mind ! procrastination is what i am great at and so i dumped the assignment temporarily. went on a calling and a call-receiving splurge. finally hung up the phone at about one... fervently prayed for abhishek bacchan and shahrukh to rule my dreams for the night (yes, i pray for dreams like that! crazy as it may seem!!) and snoozed my way to rock with them in.. MANIAQ!! i mean with SRK and bacchan jnr ! kajraa re.... (drool.. dream!) :-)
yet another new year's eve. EXTRAORDINAIRE ! ;-)

Twist of Fate !?!

2006-01-01T10:07:00.000+05:30

Hmmmm.. Yet another issue of "Electronics For You" . Well, as it is very obvious from its name, it's a totally techie kind of magazine with loads of information on what’s hip and happenin in the tech-arena..uhm... I presume, because I 've never cared to even breeze through it (save it neat for my buddies to devour it to their heart's content!) and I continue to gormandize on the good old Archies ! :-). No regrets at that. But it is this EFY magazine,(Though my eyes have sworn to my mind to never ever even catch a fleeting glimpse of "repulsive" things such as that, sometimes words arent kept, you see.. ), which reminds me of the fact that am pursuing or atleast "ostensibly" pursuing engineering ! Electronics and communication at that ! A quirk of fate ? Call it irony ? I mean, how incongruous can things get ?! how did I land up here when I never wanted to ? well, I was or rather chose to get victimised by the cliched "Mob Mentality!". Big,typical terms like "job security".. "greater scope" germinated in my mind. Well, got to admit, I was not thinking on my own. for myself. I was consciously influenced by "everyone"- from my close peers to the "the-poky-nosey-neighbours" (never short of words, whether or not they grasp the gravity of the issue is absolutely inconsequential !) to the kiddo brother who wants to know everything that's happening around ! But, I just couldnt help but allow the trajectory of "my" future shape according to the fancy of a host of "others".Had to go for it because I was confused as hell. That's how I landed up here to "earn" a BTech degree -(wow! ? man ... :() , after having dumped my passion of doing journalism into the ditches! After having come here, I've really tried hard to figure out if I could really start "seeing" (!!!) any core technical subject. Well, i seem to have an inkling of an inclination towards cryptography, BUT as I could so smartly (!) make out that it was more due to Dan Brown's Digital Fortress than the RSA encryption algorithms that i used to "hysterically breeze through" a couple of hours before the exam ! Well, the wait has been long. and I've declared myself incapable of striking an affair with "anything technical". As they say "Everything happens for good !". Period.

At present trying to invigorate my flow of thought, which has become quite rusty, thanks to engineering again ! Galvanization goin on. Period. :-)

The Freakish Adventure that was !

2006-01-01T03:14:00.000+05:30

Hey dudes.. this was written a sem back ! one hell of a comic, yet learnin experience, thought i should share it with ya. Names in the following write-up are NOT purely co-incidental ! (finally stuffed the banality of expression the film makers are madly in love with ! ) Because, as I said... (hold, did I say ? ) It's TRUE !

The "Freakish" Adventure that was!...

...The fourth Semester flew …Was it as fast as the blink of the eye?? Though it might sound way too exaggerating, it really was like that barring May 5th, the last day of Semester IV and also our C++ term end… All of a sudden, the clock which used to tic-tic so swiftly seemed drained of energy and did not seem to have the spirit to sustain. Could feel every second weighing upon me. It was kind of strange was just unable to get over mixed thoughts. And the anxiety to reach home was sky-rocketing, more so because remy was coming along to spend some time at home before her flight home.

To be damn frank, “the freak”, also known as Rehana Mithwani (!) is one of the most interesting and loveable persons one could ever meet in their lifetime. Can talk on anything under the sun and beyond, a real magnetic persona …. And with a bubbly aura surrounding her. An absolutely tremendous company to be with, she emanates happiness, its kith and kin!

On exploring “the FREAK FACTOR” in Remy, one gets to know as to how crazy (CRAZY? Yeah!) a person can peak to! She can drive you nuts …. Drive you crazily mad! Put in a nutshell, she’s one big KIDDO, with a great soul![KIDDO....;-)Remy, Don’t get livid at seeing this oki? Whatever am writing now is “DIL-SE-UNPLUGGED!, so it has to be uninhibited ….. gemme ? ;- ;- ] … I can go on and on like this endlessly … the slight glitch is that the ink might jus drain out before even before I come to the crux of the narrative and my dad has hidden all the other pens …especially “his” pens, thereby providing me no opportunity whatsoever to do what I revel in – FLICK !!!

Back to May 5th – After having scrurried through the oops paper, we meet up with a few buddies and exchange the clichéd “bye-cya-Happy hols!”.. then the bus and finally reach home (Not elaborating stuff out here as it might jus put you to sleep !....

Hana makes her debut visit ….

Initially, Hana stays uncharacteristically quiet, much to the surprise of my mom coz I had told my mom as to now cheery n extroverted she was … But then, she cracked the shell she was into, almost immediately ,and was her bubbly self.. After dinner, Hana , Arch (fondly called the egg) and I go to my gmom’s house (jus a couple of houses away from mine).. Boy! We had a discussion on a wide spectrum of topics – from Hyd to Lady Diana to Remy’s inimitable style of uttering Tamil words!...

THE AIRPORT

(Hey! Not an insight to the A.Haley’s novel)

After a 20 min drive, we reached the airport ….after exchanging huge bear hugs and bye-bye-ing, arch n i turn away from the airport – reach home and sleep off almost immediately, without even a minute’s waste!... And my mobile, which never is on silent mode during regular coll classes was “destined” to be silent that day ... At round 2. Trring …Trring..goes the phone which my dad picks up and hands over the phone to me.. It was Hana and she had missed her flight coz she had forgotten to reconfirm her ticket… sad, I couldn’t grasp what she said immediately … That was when I saw my mobile with 3 unread meassages ….God ! realized Hana’s intensity of panic only then …. I thought I’d keep messaging her and trying to give my best from home till around 4.30 in the morn when my dad was to pick her up from there…. was doin til 3... But the GOOFY that I’m , I sleep off, yet again, with a half typed message on the mobile... did take the precaution of not lying down … the clause “but still” is one of my favourites, I guess !! I wake up with a start at 4.30 to read the rest of her messages and learnt that Royce was gonna be there with her. She had collected herself quite beautifully and in the morn, she was in full spirits, sending winky messages and “the usual pulling –my-leg-msgs”! Also,she was sending me updates as to what she was upto…After having met up with Isha n guys in the central, She got her ticket for Monday from the AI office, hung around for a while in spencers’ and Royce dropped her home and started off to Pondy …Boy! The support that he extended was so timely, couldn’t have got a better occasion to help her … so very typical of a real, true friend … KUDOS to Royce... Finally … she was back home. Though it was really unfortunate to have missed the flight, very thought of Remy spending more time with us gave wings to whatever anxiety which was once looming around, not long back. At night, we had a grand time at Arch’s place, had dinner there, and Remy caught a glimpse of Vicky – the “Character” !!! (And btw, Vicky is the egg’s bro) the four of us play carrom… well...oopps!‘am afraid ! Arch , Hana and Vicky played and yeah! I was parterring Vicky and was striking – but my eyes fixed on Munnabhai MBBS! Despite me being his partner, Vicky WON pretty easily! Probably, inspired by my presence, I guess (Though, it’s obviously not so, I WISH SO !!! ;-) We return home at around 11.30, without any further jabbing, sleep, coz, we had to return to VIT (can see your eyes POPPIN OUT .. VIT ?? But why the dickens ?? – Well, to bring the rest of the stuff and the comp …) we team up with aunty (Keshav’s mom … Keshav ?? my cousing doin his I Yr. Mech, VIT, Kamya’s bro … Kamya ??? Keshav’s sis !!! …) Hey I can sense your burgeoning irritation … but please hold on yaar, it’s not even half complete !!

After a comfy journey in Qualis... after having pretended to raking our brains over cross words … after having got a min recharge (our balance dropped to zero coz of incessant msgin on roaming… little did we realize as to what was in store for us !!! ;- ) …Finally we saw the board reading – It got to zero as well!! ...
VIT – A place to learn … A chance to grow” … way too familiar, right ??

Next Frame : Me bribing Kamya not to blurt out a word to my mom about the state of Room 219 … (Yeah, my room only !!!) man! It was in one sad state! Kamya had her own doubts as to where I would sleep as my bed was so full of things – from novels to photocopies to biscuit packets !! ;- ;- - Being a person who looks at the brighter side of virtually everything (well, am I lyk that ??... no comments, i play it safe!), I christen my bed – A TREASRE TROVE Jr, my room being TT Sr!! We do the packing at a break –neck speed (dumping stuff doesn’t take time, does it ?? ;-) … And yeah, “Oye Bubbly” Abhi calls us up from home! Sweet of him?? Yeah but very unlike abhi (He He ! ;-) – Kiddin obv !) … Time flies …. Needed to board the Brindavan (scheduled time 5.45 p.m) … we hadn’t left VIT at 5.30 even ! to top it, I, so typical of me, leave my extra pair of shoes in the room, thus inflating the others ‘PISS – OFF” RATE! ... THANK OUR STARS- the train ran late by half an hr!
Reached Central –ah! Central it was-where we reached the brink of PAUPER-ISM! We shelled out 44 bucks (to be precise), denominations as big as 50p & 25p to collect Remy’s luggage from the clock roam! Saved ourselves from grave embarrassment though!.. Remy n I get down at my place while Arch & SK proceed home… The exhaustion which creeped due to the 2 hrs of standing amidst one well be crowd in the train jus vanishes without a trace – reason ; Remy n I planned to watch the entire F R I E N D S series … uparwaala dumped our plans into the bin! It jus want working – didn’t play on TV, nor on the comp coz the comp was in a screwed up state! So, jus spend time watchin MrBean and were pogo-ing and flipping the channels for a couple of hrs and off to sleep … The next day was a MAST Sunday. Religiously following Sunday’s rules of getting up late and being really lazy in the morn, we plan for a freak out in Pondy Bazaar .. Arch joins us and yeah? Remy turns Goofy – she was found frantically searching for a cap when she was on with her cap! ( a bit exaggerated, but it did happen! And Hanna! Jus cudn’t avoid skipping this!) stopped for around 3 hours, guess who did the bargaining? Remy! At some instances, even the shop-keepers laughed their hearts out at freakies accent and bargaining tactics! Man ! scorching heat … landed straight at Hot chips where Girish joined us. Had a sumptuous lunch and a more delectable dessert (Hehe, chocol8 fizz, it was called and am not elaborating more !) Then , we move to spencers and spend a couple of hours there … sadly though, half the time was spent in searching for each other and another one third was spent searching for landmark! A long day out … reach home by 7.30 … Arch’s parents come to pick her up, had a fab time chatting – all 3 of us- NON STOP!! After dinner, Remy Kamya and I played DOMINOES and then switched over to SCRABBLE – we went bonkers, including all sorts of abbreviations!.. majorly chatted for a couple of hours.. It was time to leave for the airport. We went really silent for some time. I felt really happy for Remy coz she was finnaly gonna get home… But I was going to miss her so badly … It felt kind of heavy and sad… But then, she was going HOME… promised to mail each other as often as we could ..

Returned home and started writing this immediately… Now it is 4.00 in the morning!

Well, its my version of the episode, everything from my perspective and straight from heart … Gota type this out – Gawd ! I can’t do that for nuts but still – guess I would manage to!

And Dudes ! If u have really reached to this point without ommitions even a single line… I ought to treat u guys big for the unparalleled tolerance! Hats off to u for taking it to a new level !!

Beyond words.. Beyond lines..

2006-01-01T03:08:00.000+05:30

All he did was… He looked at the sky, sporting a gleaming smile, oozing oodles of radiance. His eyes exuded pride. He waved at the awe-struck onlookers who witnessed the magic exhibited by the man. All this , when he was given the mike to speak. He was too overwhelmed to speak. He had just struck gold at the Wimbledon. Roger Federer’s emotions mightily overrode his way with words. That’s because the language of the heart is beyond lines…beyond words… ( Am citing Federer as an example because he is the current cynosure of a million eyes today.) Even pompous eloquence through words would be a meek replica of the true expression of the heart.
Shifting from one realm of emotion to another..As I was ambling across the other day, after yet another mundane, dreary day of work, an innocent pair of eyes, welled with tears, gripped with gloom, agonizingly slaughtered by sorrow.. Instantaneously seized my attention. Here I was, face to face, with a four-year-old girl, asking for alms. Here she stood, having lost her loved ones, orphaned and stranded to find her way through in this big, bad world. When tragedy strikes, with all ropes to glory severed, with the cup of woes overflowing, with your psychological frame brutally raped… a time when you lose your own self and soul.. (Tragedy” is a generalized and also, a relative term. Poverty, victimization by circumstances, excruciating discrimination at any, rather at all levels, and many more akin take shelter under the umbrella called tragedy. ) Well, to speak or write about the multitudinous travails might, rather, will create the lump in the throat; a tear or two will find its way down our cheeks… But the human emotion transcends the flow of ink.
Life ain’t a monotonous drone. We cruise through, we scrape through, we experience, we feel…emotions of varied, myriad hues. To realize the profundity of the emotion, it has to be felt. It invariably dwarfs the expression of the word. For, the language of the heart is beyond lines. Beyond words .The language of the heart cannot be surrogated!

Adoloscent Writing ?!

2006-01-01T03:05:00.000+05:30

I have always had the urge to write, though “talent” was reluctant to accompany my ardent desire. Passion was earnestly trying to make its meek presence felt,but the inspiration was just not there. The proverbial magic wand to spark creative illuminations, to sail through the wave of ideas… wasn’t with me. Still wanted to give it a shot.
I dabbled at poetry, craved to strike a chord with my readers.. to move a soul..to touch a heart. But sadly L , I wasn’t destined to be one. My honest attempts at poignant poetry evoked riotous laughter when read out. Was this the most unfavourable camouflage ever? Probably.
“POP” flashed an idea, bright and more importantly, sane and sound enough at that instant of time- “revolutionary writing” – (sounds big… right??) With growing tensions and the diverse travails and tribulations tormenting the world, I thought it would be ideal to make a point ,create ripples through the flow of ink..The wave of renaissance I dreamt to fashion stayed a dream. The spark died at a glaringly scorching pace than at which it evolved. Yet another crack. Yet another date with futility.
Was fiction my domain? There were the daunting Dan Browns with unthinkable plots.. then there were the J.K.Rowlings – enchantingly captivating young and old alike.. and many more, on whom I am still stuck on and holding them in awe .But, formulating plots, knitting a novel- was way over my head! My most upright endeavour turned out to be a woeful incarnation, though every slice of “my work”(!) was hackneyed from an assorted collection.. Apparently , the stark reality staring at me was that I didn’t seem to revel even in plagiarisation!
I was like one lunatic nomad, shuttling from one avenue to another, searching for my cup of tea.. I was shunned, eschewed- outrightly. Was in the deepest shrouds of frustration. But I wasn’t going to seek the shadow. To prevent the fuel from my gas pump (hypothetical obviously, I’m not a truck or its kin!!) from evaporating, I started practising the art of page filling (sounds a tad funny and silly too.., whatever!It does help..I bet..) Now, am hooked on to it! Am still in the fledgling years of writing..hoping fervently that this “page-filling-tactic” would pepper.. garnish the raw salad. Still awaiting the metamorphosis- the time when even I gauge my readers’ pulse and strike that proverbial, elusive chord. I can. I hope. I will.

bye year 05 ! misya:( welcome year 06 ! :)

2006-01-01T02:28:00.000+05:30

December 31st ! Aint it a special day in more ways than one ? It's one of those days when my mind gropes for a kind of equilibrium. Sliced (not equally though) with a multitude of thoughts.. varied shades of emotions and memories , is my mind. yes, there were days which were kind of frustrating and emotionally gruelling.. the last minute tension and fear before exams (well, a very small fraction though.) .. the day I had this odd argument with my pal.. but they slowly grow fainter and die away (for good!).. DRIFT.. I relive those wonderful moments- that long stroll I had with my best buddy.. the day when the class of 2007 (ECE discipline) mass-bunked for the first time (:), it's an achievement of sorts out here !).. the day when I spent hours and hours together, completely oblivious of the train of time, totally awestruck by the strikingly beautiful sunset.. the day we created a hell of a racket in the hostel (stifled souls we are, but when we get the opportunity, we PLUNGE into it (collective effort always helps !) and bring the roof down ! .. those warm hugs and wishes on my bday last year, smearing of cream (not cosmetic but edible, more precisely, the cake's cream!) all over.. and all the other "little somethings" that made my days so cherishable.. Love you all for weaving those great moments !

Welcome ya! Welcome me! :-)

2006-01-01T01:51:00.000+05:30

Yoweeee ! yoohoo !
Well.. well well ! I finally made it! Uhm.. to be honest, I've always wanted to blog - no constraints whatsoever, a domain where you can go "Dil-Se" unplugged ! But, yours truly is a wholesome personification of laziness.. (secret: am called "The Sluggish Sloth" very very fondly by my near and dear ones.. ) Oh crap.. It's no more a secret. So, to state the obvious, I was in a state of divine languor :) (which is so VERY me..) for a while.. (to define "while" - i've wanted to create my space out here since atleast the start of 05 ! but kudos to me ! I raise from the inertness that possessed me for this long... Lo! I make my debut !
Well, my co-bloggers, pals and pals-to-b :) : Comments on whatever nonsense am gonna bore ya with- am always pleased to give them a resounding welcome ! So.. please co-operate ! :-)