Saturday, December 30, 2006

Happy New Year

Tomorrow will be the last day of this year.Preparations for the New Year are reaching a crescendo all around me.People are all ready to go out and party.Not me.I prefer the quiet sanctity of my house to anything else.Hey,even i have apointments to keep up to,but I don't think I'll be able to do justice to them.Well,we have planned something but I have an ominous feeling about it not going to work out.Any ways,to the rest of you guys out there

Happy New Year!!


I'll resume my writing from the New Year.It's my resolution ;-)

Thursday, December 28, 2006

The View from Behind

There is something about man and machines that touch the deep instincts,regardless of their depth.I specifically stress on Man and Machine,as I don't know much about girls ;-) No,seriously.Look around you.You'll find teenagers zipping past in bikes,cars and rollerskates(the latest IN thing after Dhoom2).I mean....I don't understand.Why does everybody want to drive something?Strange.My friends drive bikes,cars,cycles and when they have time left,they drive me nuts.I,personally enjoy being pillion.It is a separate experience.

I do not exactly remember when,but I think it was on a cousin's bike that I got my first pillion ride.I was taken from the second I sat on it.It felt amazing.I jumped on to the bandwagon.From that day on,whenever somebody asked me,if I needed a lift I never said never again.I heard that!!@#^* I assure you I am not that lazy.I walk about a mile to college......whenever i go there ....in every......week.Coming back to the story...from that day on I loved anything with wheels on it.

My adventures with wheels began in my summer vacations after school.I was at my uncle's place and decided to learn the bicycle.It was a tough call.Basically,since I wore glasses.Yeah,I could hardly walk straight on my feet without them.But,I had decided.So,I started cycling.You gotta give it to my bros coz they hung on to me even at the cost of their bikes.I don't know exactly how many times I crashed it,but I guess it was a lot.I bumped quite a few people,some kids and hurt myself sore.Worst case....I broke my glasses,I didn't even have a spare back then.I had to spend a week walking like a blind man.In the end,my perseverance paid off.I had learnt to ride the bicycle.Though I lost interest in it very soon thereafter.Do I need to add,that my bicycle is still rotting somewhere.

I had grown up.No longer for me,the silly bicycle.I had my eyes set on bigger and better things.The noise of an engine vrrooming and revving up excited me more.I desired to learn to drive those mean machines.But as usual,soon lost the drive.I realised that driving required the usage of brains,which I HAD,but hardly use.So I concentrated on other means to enjoy a ride.Suddenly the benefits of being a pillionrider caught my eye.

Now look at it.Being a pillion rider is the easiest way to enjoy a long drive.Of course,you run the risk of injuring yourself worse than the driver and can hardly hear a word spoken by him(except in a car),but weigh it against the perks - Heckle the driver without a care,keep nagging him,take in the sights without a rush or worry,eat your snacks without having to hurriedly swallow them.See,such fun.Also the view is great.So who wants to drive,worry about the traffic,signals,etc.So since then,much to the chagrin of the drivers,I ride pillion all the time.

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

MATHS AND ME

Of all the subjects I have,or am suposed to have,studied in school,college tuition class etc there never was,is or will be one as hated and derogatory as MATHEMATICS!!No,really,I mean it.I know there are people that would be hurt to read this,but guys sorry.I have to tell the truth someday.

I was born a very intelligent kid,education ruined me and vice versa. Seriously,I was supposed to be the hope for the future (Hey!! that's what my parents told me). Sadly,I was put into a school.I did exceptionally well the first three years.My teachers beleived that I was a genius in the making,many of them adored me.I was an outstanding student,not the kind you think though!!

The slide in my form began when I was in the sixth standard.Until then,I had no problem with a commonly known subject named Maths.I had not yet come face to face with my arch-nemesis-to-be.Then I got problems in the real sense of the term.What with Simple Interest(which was in no means simple,nor did it raise any interest from me),Compound Interest ( All it compounded was my troubles), Vulgar fractions( true to its word).I took blow after blow. Round one - Maths.

Enter Higher Secondary Mathematics.My first Board Exams were in the offing.I pored over books day and night( all right ,not all the time).Maths, was one big pain in the wrong place for me.I grappled with problems of various complex algebraic expressions,lines angles and tangents.None of whiich had any use for me,at least none I could think of.Add to that all kinds of areas,surface areas,curved surface areas,volumes.I have no idea how I cleared my papers? The volume formulae were travelling at a parabolical curve parallel to my head by an overtly obtuse angle( HOW I LOVE THIS SENTENCE!!!).Trignometry passed me,like the bully in school,giving me dirty looks.I had an irresistible temptation to catch the textbook and rip it apart,though I never gathered enough guts to do it.I proceeded further in life,hoping I might escape the clutches of this devil.

College.A place where I assumed I would be free.A massive mistake!!I was about to face the more complex mathematical calculations of my life.Calculus,Derivatives,Integrals,trignometry and the Lord knows what!!Yeah,I know.Life is unfair.No prizes for guessing that I could not take it any more.I was knocked clean off my feet.One,Two,Three and Pinfall!the family was shocked.We never had such ignominy amongst ourselves.What would the world say!!I was stunned.Needless to say,I have recovered partially from that vicious right hook that the subject of mathematics gave me on that fateful day. Obviously,I cleared my paper later.And you are right If you guessed that I dropped the subject.Yup,I chose ARTS and turned philosopher(Everyone who suffers,knows about life's traps).

Since then,I have left all mathematical calculations alone in peace.Albeit some small ones are done by me,the rest I do not even try on the calculator.For me,some things are never to be.or to literally translate a saying in my mother tongue "If you see the devil,leave him alone".

Friday, December 22, 2006

I hate mobile phones

Till a week ago,I was among the lesser and deprived class.People looked down upon me,refused to consider me as an equal.I was pitied upon by some,criticized by others.NEvertheless,I stood out in my class.No,I still was not hte best student or the most honest either.I was the only one in my class,who did not have a mobile phone!!!

The mobile phone....I do not know hwen the trend began,but it spread rapidly.What with the falling prices of this seemingly hot commodity,people gave up the landline connexion as forgotten.All they use it for today is the internet,if at all they have a dial up connection.The mobile is one thing any young,old or middle aged person can't seem to do without.Everywhere i look,I find people insolently chatting away on their sleek gizmos.I wonder if they are the same people,who are so quiet when asked a question?Strange are the ways of the connecting-people.

One thing I grant this "mobile Revolution,it has broken down the divide between the classes namely - Upper,Middle,Lower.I remember last week,as I was going to collegewith my friend.He was fiddling with his plaything,trying to impress me with its capabilities.I was totally put off,since I myself did not have a mobile.The auto driver - May the Lord have mercy upon his soul - i suppose,sensed this.As we got down,the damn machine rang.My dear brutus,instinctively went for his only to find that he was at the wrong phone.The sound emanating was from the Rickshaw driver's pocket.I watched amused,as the driver picked it up,exihibiting the costly piece.That for you was a simple daily incident,for me it was an act symbolising how narrow the divide between classes has become.Of Course,I am speaking without the rural idea of the economy.But,you get the picture.

On the worse side,technology has its faults and harms,in this case greivous ones.I often see people garbling in their own inimitable voices near hospitals,schools even cemetaries,innocent of the knowledgeable harm they cause to people around them.These,however,can be forgiven in a metropol like Bombay,what really irks me is the drone of some insensitive idiot on his deary piece,when I,of all people I,am talking to him.Technology does not have a heart,it could not be more in your face.

I was a vehement opposer of this branch of technology,called mobile communications;till last week.If you had met me then,I would have proudly shown off that I have something you do not,freedom from a machine.I was a complete man,without a mechanical piece jutting out from my ears,or sitting heavily in my pocket for you to see.But Alas!!!I too fall.Aye,my dear friends,I too have a mobile today.I am now tied to forcibly listen to somebody garbling on the other line,wherever I may be,excuses of "weak network" notwithstanding.
I realise that now,more than ever in history,is man dependant on machines.Long far is not the day when machines will cease to be slaves,conquer and HG Wells would say,albeit smilingly,from his grave,"I told you so".

Thursday, December 21, 2006

My thoughts about tranquility.

Its a very cheerful morning.The sun is shining high and bright in the sky,which looks as if somebody just painted it.People are on the run.Most of them have reached their respective offices and are going through the tasks that the day has set for them.Fortunately,I have nothingto do today.I guess,I am one of the few lucky ones who watch time rushing past them and never suffer the temptation of trying to stop it.For people like me,the sun always shines.

You might call me lazy,or even a day-dreamer,but as John lennon would add, I am not the only one.Personally I love lazing around,watching people hurry to keep up to their deadlines,struggle to fulfilll promises and suffer through hours of work.Of course,some of them love doing it.I know my dad loves working till he's absolutely drained.He says it helps him forget troubles and gives him deep sleep.Maybe,but I would still prefer taking things slowly.For,I love to live life as it was a precious vintage wine,Smell,feel,sip,and then feel.

My mom has always questioned my attitude.I remember her asking me to do things more seriously,I could not.I beleive life is too short to work very hard and too long to take a nap.Right now,I can afford to take a nap.as time,the ever cunning thief,passes me by, I as the others would be joining the mad rush - the rat race - as they call it.So don't be surprised if you would see me somewhere as a harried young man,working gruelling hours in an office.But then,maybe you won't see me at all.I wonder at the strangeness of people forgetting to realise the magnificence of nature,even man,as they run about doing their work.About a lakh of busybodies pass from the Victoria Terminus or the Mumbai Chattrapati Shivaji teminus,as it is called today,and do not notice the awing edifice that towers them.Most of them are busy enough hinking what mood their boss is in today.They do not realise that even in a very tense situation,little observations and sillythings might calm the mind and soothe the soul.Why else did Wilde say "To calm the senses by the soul,and the soul by the senses.That is the aim of life."

It is difficult to be like i am all your life,even for me.I might change,no,I know i will.All I hope for is that the change is not very extreme,that i may still withold the calmness to see all that is beauty in things.

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Books.....Ah I love thee!!

Books are the best friends a man can get.Yup,you heard it right.don't listen to some stupid guy just for the sake that he's hung around with you long enough to be your coat hanger.Maybe,I should rephrase that sentence( You see..My friends visit this blog);-).BTW,where was I?Yeah,Books.As i was saying...boy,I sound like an intellectual already,You may go to a friend when he is free.At times,when your friends are out selfishly eating alone,you meanwhile are sitting in a dark corner of your room writing nonsense in your blog or just slumbering not knowing what to do,Books are the best support that you have.

The following content may be a bit silly and nostalgic.For all those people who hate reading,sorry.

I have been a voracious reader,the most exact definition of the word.My father being quite a literateur himself,initiated me into this magical world pretty early in my age.At three,as the restof the people my age were going goo-goo-gaa-gaa-giggle,I was s-h-itting over my pa's newspapers.Of course my mom was annoyed.she thought one literature buff was hard enough to contend with.I progressed pretty fast.At five I began speaking my first word in english Ma ;-).My father would bring me loads of comic books.These proved to be the first education I got in fictional literature.I vaguely remember poring over dozens of phantom,mandrake the magician,spiderman and old western comics.

As i entered school,I gobbled up the education offered to me,quite literally.Once i had to be rushed to the school nurse for swallowing paper.Though i changed later,my appetite for books remained the same.I graduated to reading Fab Four,Magnificent seven etc but my favourite still was the old peter pan book.Something of its dreaminess and fantasy attracted me.By secondary,the world had recognised my talent.Teacher's loved me,students adored me,my parents smiled at me.But then something changed.As i entered college,I fell prey to the temptations that freedom stood to offer.Although my marks fell,my literary knowledge was steadily accumulating.The college library was my place for sometime,here i read Gandhi,Ludlum,Isaac Asimov,HG Wells,Dickens,Hemingway.But my pick always was the"Bard".I beleived nobody portrayed human emotions as wonderfully as him.The jealousy of othello,greed of shylock,vengeance of hamlet,pride of caesar.

Then i failed my exams.I suffered ignominy for procrastinating my studies.I thought i could never be anything in life.Maybe I was to fail and perish in the sands of time,without leaving a footprint.But even then,my family,especially my dad,did not lose hope in me.I wanted to be a journalist(high hopes for pea brain),but they beleived in me.I used to read in the free time that i got.I read Mulk raj anand,RKNarayan,Paulo Coelho,John Grisham,Robin Sharma.I loved their books.I was inspired and passed my exam eventually.

Today,I am doing my bachelors in Arts,with English literature as a subject.I would not have dropped it for the world.I have been through different stages of my life.The spring of childhood,The summer of adoloscence,the winter of my teenage,the autumn of my boyishness and am at the threshold beholding the spring again.I have had my share of friends,some good,some better.But none as best as them from the world of books.I still haven't read all great authors and most certainly haven't heard many greater ones,but all of them will be there when i turn to them for help.BTW,I still am reading.I have progressed to Milton,Wilde,Tolstoy.But the feeling of holding a book in my hand has not changed a bit.And I do not think it ever will.

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Six Months in College

Sitting here in front of the computer, I can hardly think up of a topic to write about.Well,i have to write something i guess.Lets see...hmmm....how about my college.So here you go....

I am a young boy,not yet out of his teens-neither too young to be called a teenager.Like all fortunate youth of this country,I have to study in order to succeed in life...or at least thet is what everybody says.I am not your good student-son-human image kind of a boy.To tell the truth,I hardly attend college.And on those occassions that i do,lectures are mostly cancelled.Maybe my profs have developed an allergy towards me.But i love my college,I hope that it would say the same about me.

Living in one of the faraway suburbs of a mega metropolis like mumbai,I did not have a large option of colleges to choose from ( Not that we do not have the facilities,My marks were pretty bad,worse rather).So I chose a college that i could afford rather than like.Well,it wasn't so bad after all.I was informed that my year would start in July.

I attended my first lecture after about three weeks of the start of the academic year.I assure you that i was not the first person to do so,and most certainly not the last either.We,students have a rather mythical or even delusional view about college life.For us,entering college means not wearing uniforms,bunking lectures,and obviously growing up.Though that is not true for a huge portion of the academia,it most certainly is the law for idiots like me.

I started off very popularly.There are various "Groups"in colleges.There are the " Hot guys","Cool Guys","Nerds","Bullies","Average Joes" etc etc.I,though wasn't made to be in one single group.When you are as smart,cool,funny and yeah..handsome as i am,forgive me the self-praise,you know you'll get along with everybody like fish and chips.I was thronged by boys and girls...well,maybe not girls..but definitely boys.I'll add that I am a thoroughly straight person,but this popularity came as a surprise.

I soon found out what i had to do here.I joined the camps organised,the literature club and the drama.Though i never got the lead role in any drama( the prof was biased),i managed to hold my ground.As for studies,I wasn't doing that bad.The arrival of our first term brought my attention to the only weakness in my armour - Attendance.Well,i managed to get it solved with some help from my acquaintances.You see,if anyone needs my answer sheets during the exams,he ought to be prepared for doing something.Nothing comes for free.So my profs were absolutely stunned when they found me having an 78% attendance record.

It's been half a year since i joined college.I think i've achieved quite a lot for six months,though i am not content with it.You might wonder whether all this is true,Maybe yes;maybe not.I,for one,have lived through all this and will continue to do so.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Yaaawwwnnn....again

Hmmm..the day has been pretty nonchalant so far.Nothing has happened till now.Well,nothing exceptional ,that is.I woke up this morning late again.So late,that it was no use even going to college.No wonder my disliking profs hardly recognise me when i,on certain special occassions,sit for their lectures.I remember my politics prof being very political towards me by asking me to define those things which he knew i would not know.Coming back to the present,after having my breakfast i took some time off reading newspaper,watching tv and roaming around.Hope i might build up the heart to pick up my book and study for a while.It has been a while since i did that,Also i need to go to the univ to check out their german language course.My friend has been asking me to do it for quite some time.I really gotta pull up me socks ,maan!The problem is .....they stink!!!

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Today

What a day!I hardly could rest for a moment. The day started on a very serious note.I woke up very early...and by that i mean very early,at around 6 am.But then,i could not keep my eyes open for very long.I just closed them for a moment,and the next time i opened them it was 8.30.Damn!!gotta rush to college.I already missed the 7 am lecture(not that i make it everyday).a quick shower,brush and coffee and i am off.

Phew! I reached college almost in time for my third lecture.All i didn't know was that i had a surprise in waiting.There were to be no lectures today on account of some silly day being celebrated in Junior college.That is a relief.The rest of my time was spent hanging around our indoor sports room.At about 11.30,me and my friends could hear our stomachs grumbling.You see,one cup of coffee and some breakfast hardly fills teenage stomachs,You oughtta see some of my more famished acquaintances to realise the acute hunger and poverty in india!The only problem in sight was that we are a greedy group of robbers who never pay for their food.We find some 'BAKRA' who would do that for us.Did we find someone? You betcha!

Back home.Well,i don't do anything at home,so i decided that i fill up this mostly empty webspace. Hope you read it!

Friday, December 08, 2006

My week in the gym

Today is a day of redemption for me.I have been promising that i would go to the gym for days,no,months now.I never made it past the gate.Since childhood,i was never the physical type.You would be accurate if you pictured me as an introverted,intellectual,bespectacled,thin,not very tall boy. I hardly remember myself going for a game of cricket,football,or anything for that matter.You would find me in the library...I even knew the librarian by her name.Then something happened.As I entered my late teens, I began to realise the disastrous effect of my physique on my personality.All around me i saw boys taller,more well built than me.The teachers in college hardly noticed me( that you could defer to the lack of visibility owing to the taller dumbass sitting ahead of me)I lost confidence.All my years of putting faith in the power of wisdom were a waste.I decided to put an end to this suffering.I resolved to change myself into the ultimate male that everyone adores and respects.I decided that one day i am going to take on the class bully and ground him to dust and....Ok,maybe i am overreacting.Hmmm.....To say i was 'pumped up' would be an understatement, But the lack of courage and conviction never allowed me to enter the restricted area of the place.I often visualised the Gym as a place where a human being was turned into a mass of muscle,as often shown on TV.To tell the truth,I wasn't very comfortable with the idea of exhibiting myweak body frame in front of some brawny muscleman who would,for obvious reasons be snickering in his heart.Well, finally i did join the gym.And i am further informing you that this was my first week there.How was it?Well,For a start,I am not able to get up and walk straight in the mornings because of the pain in my back,legs etc.I lack the strength to lift my left arm as i think i might have pulled my muscle.AND...the bruise on my right shoulder stings....before you ask,i dropped SOMETHING on it.Now,if you think that i will continue going there ,you are either too optimistic or some nutcase philosopher.My brother here says i might be exaggerating the injuries a bit but i assure you that the pain i am going through disagrees with his saying.I think i was fine with the only load on mmy head being that of a pending exam,not a real headache caused by over exertion

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

An interesting happening

I have no interest in religion,god and things supernatural( though i wouldn't mind aliens,ghosts,).And i hate to waste my sundays on things like these.Unfortunately i am born in a chaste south-indian hindu brahmin family with so devout a lineage that if i made an attempt i could introduce you to god.So i have to take care that i keep up the reputation of the family at social gatherings( not that i've managed to do it).Most of our social gatherings happen under the pretext of a religious function.Such happenings are the places where south indian mami's gossip with one another on topics ranging from the food to somebody's marriage.My behaviour in such places ought to be utmost proper.The family deity had come visiting to my city,and my parents did not want to miss this once in a lifetime opportunity.I had to tag along. As i stood there in the mile-long queue,i wondered if god really looked at all these people and ever wondered what to do with them.Imagine a 4 lac people mob coming to see you,Heck!Elvis might not have seen that popularity.I watched people in all kinds of attires, devoutly praying and chanting.I have a strong dislike towards rituals.Hinduism,on the contrary,is solely made up of rituals.So i often cross paths with the elders of my family.As i was bumming up standing in the snail line,under the hot afternoon sun,i spoke aloud on the blind faith on god.Unfortunately,for me,an young hexagenarian behind me heard it.He launched himself into a long advice on what is the importance of religion.I cringed and thought that maybe this was the reason Marx,had invented socialism.The drone was so long that i hardly noticed it was time for us to have darshan.As i enterd and had a look at the idol,astrange thought crossed my mind.The idol was a golden one.At the first look you might have noticed it to be of a man with four arms( VISHNU).THE smile on his face was beatific.Nowonder,people thronged to see it.But was it really god? Iremembered Voltaire " If god created us in his likeness,we have returned him the favor". It felt strangely true.I bent down and prostrated before the idol,i sensed my defeat.Though i did not accept him as god i still paid my respects to him,like a respectable foe.I looked at the faces off my parents,they were blissful.Maybe,i thought,this is the hope on which they as well as crores of other people,carry on with their lives.

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Yawwwwn.

this has been difficult.I have nothing to write about in my blog.I,truly speaking,have no interest in writing this @#* stuff.I mean,look at me.I am abot 5 and something feet,bespectacled,have a very lean structure ( by that,i mean very lean),buck-toothed, blubbering young man.Add to this repertoire stage-fright,shyness and an introvertive character.I am not the smartest guy in class,
nor am i the coolest guy.I am not my teacher's pet,and am most certainly not the son my parents expected.so to put it in a shell,I am an Average-Joe.so finding stuff to write about in my blog is a very difficult job.y life is as boring as you could expect.The most exciting thing I've done today isgo buy groceries. You see,the creator probably created me when he was just dabbling around with his canvas,like i do in my college lectures.I do not have a social life,I haven't won any awards or certificates i my lifetime,and have never gone on a date (neither do i expect to).I have wasted my 18 precious years doing nothing,wait maybe.....no,nothing.When my cousin suggested that i write a blog,i knew that i would run out of topics before he could sneeze.Do not get misled by the previous posts you might have read ( if ther is anybody out there reading this stuff....accept my grateful thanks and apologies) they were inspired... all right,copied from my friend's works.i do not have any creative thinking or originality of my own.You see these commodities are hard to find nowadays.Even if i had them,i doubt i would have been able to use them.If you've stayed with me for this long,you know what i'm talking about.You might as well ask me to go get a life.you might or not be right.I have been so lazy till this moment that if anyone were to open my cupboard,he would be facing an avalanche of I-know-Not-What,that is if he survives the stench emanating from it.So, all in all,my life sucks.But what the heck! I still have time.

Saturday, November 18, 2006

MUmbai's lifeline- Trains

As any other mumbaikar who is stuck in this wonderfully horrible metropolis of 'Bombay'( I still prefer it that way),trains are my most preferred and often used mode of transport.Though i would not mind travelling in a car,i hardly am able to find someone who is kind enough to offer me a lift.I love travelling in trains,seriously.For me they offer a wonderful insight into the lives and minds of the people living here.The first thing that comes to your mind(or rather my mind) when i talk about people here is people.If you happen to chance a look at a mumbai local at any time in the morning or evening hours,i assume you might be looking at an assorted and jumbled collection of arms and legs with an odd face in between( i pity the guy).I,proudly declare,that i have survived my experiences of these things.Another most interesting facet is the system of "adjusting".For a person who is uneducated about this system,the sight of four or even five people sitting on a seat meant for three is absurd.But,beleive me,this is the best example of a wonderful display of brotherhood which is symbolic of this city.Anyways,you can't help it when 200 people board a compartment meant for 94.These trains are also the biggest stage for all the "Argumentative Indians" out there.You might be a witness to a fiercely argued contest over topics ranging from the Indian cricket team's latest defeat to a filmstar's impending marriage.Chances are that you might also be a partner to it.Oh yeah!one ore thing,indians do not take any shit.I myself have been a witness to blows being thrown,while people hang on to their dear life at the edge of the compartment.Nobody can beat us when push comes to shove.This fiercely explosive atmosphere does not mean that people are not happy about it.I have been a participant in someone's forteth bithday,as well as wishing somebodt else on his promotion.whether you know them,or they you,does not matter.There is no doubt,these people await shop-shut time only to be on their respective regular locals,rather than get home.For them,the journey is more important than the destination. with such colourful life onboard who would not.If it were not for these trains,we would have been like any other city - Busy and Boring.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

It is a strange thing to be a very intellectual daydreaming fool born in a practical middle class family in india.the absurdity of it is presented when the act of contemplating about the coming day,while sitting on your bed is defined as sleeping. i know,you just can't help it.Some people might never understand the necessity of the art of laziness. Let me warn those who are reading this that I am not at all another lazy couch potato,in fact i am nowhere near to loking like that.I am here just to drill into you workaholics the importance of the fast vanishing art.Laziness is like fiction - nobody beleives it,most people hate it,but everybody want it.The greatest thinkers of this century as well as before have promoted this art form.No,seriously.Ever wonderd what Newton was doing under the apple tree,or how long Archimedes was in the tub playing before he shoutrd "EUREKA". If you are laughing,let me tell you Panini dreamed about his greatest tune,he did not hit upon it while practising.Forget that,what do you think poets like Wordsworth,Keats,Shelley were? they were lazy daydreamers ( NO offense,i love them).I mean,could you imagine a guy who works from 9 to 5 come home and write such poetry?All right,if that sounds ridiculuous to you, listen to this.We hindus beleive that this entire universe is a dream ( Maya).It is the lord Vishnu who dreams it,reclining on the serpent of time.See,the benefits of laziness have been promoted throughout the ages in the world? India too,was,once upon a time,a lazy place to be.today,unfortunately for me,it has changed.people around me are rushing- to office,schools,colleges ,even to the loo.Everyone works in a frenzy as though he has just doubled his strong coffee.Then they complain they are sufferring from stress,high blood pressure,and all nincompoop.Fine! if you do want to work your pants off,go ahead.But please,do not force others who don't want to ( Mom,you too).you think it a stupid idea ,i don't.If you want proof,ask anybody who wadted his time reading this article!!

Sunday, October 22, 2006

This diwali, new clothes, new gifts.....and a New BLOG

When the geek interrupts, things should be better? Shouldn't it be? May be! This diwali got myself a new T-Shirt (blue one!) and a jeans. But, how about having a new blog? Not my idea. I was notified, that my blog had so-called "accesibility problems", for whatever it means. Put simply, those who didn't have a Yahoo! account, could not view my blog. That probably is bad, because it reduces the page visit count. Not a big thing, though .

Anyways! introducing my new blog. Rather, a new URL. Access it:
http://houdini-aboutnothing.blogspot.com

And yes, I have included my previous five posts that I had put up on my Yahoo! blog.

Haven't filled my profile yet, will do so, when I feel I should. Surprisingly, the geek doesn't have his own blog!

My previous post - #5 :: My day in hell

ouch!!!no.i did not break my finger typing.its just that i have a serious headache.i don't knw when it started but i do know WHY it started.i may be missing some details,forgive me for that,as i am having trouble remembering a lot of things.But trust that what you are about to read is an ectremely true first person account of his sufferings.being a citizen of the metropolis of mumbai,it is extremely obvious that i am a regular at various street food joints.but,even the most experienced person,won't claim complete knowledge of the dishes available on the streeets here.that is b'coz evolution is a process that is constant to these vendors.dengue,malaria,food poisoning may scare anyone but not us mumbaikars,or so we say(boast).if you say no to a free fast food rendezvous,you shall be the butt of jokes for enerations to come.so when my brothers decided to go out yesterday,i had no choice but to save my reputation and join them.the three of us might look very thin and lanky in appearance,but for me,the other two are veterans in such recco's.we decided the spot to be a street dosa vendor.being saturday,business was better than usual.dosas were flying out fster than you could say " Oh Shit!". after embarassingly gaping at the workings of it,we decided to get down to business.i left the ordering to my brothers.doe.three dishes.each plate of hot,steaming dosa was accompanied with a spicy,eye-watering chutney(sauce).the palate burned me stomach.it began to groan in surrender,but i spake not a word.i was jus pushing my plate back when two more dishes arrived.the flabbergasted look on my face was enuf to earn a few quick jibes.fuming with shame and rage,i swallowed all i cud.we left soon,b4 the dosawalah cud say "let me do some business out here".we were on our way back home wen we saw an golawallah( ice candy man).and my company launched into a vigorous explanation into why we stopped here.it seems that this was no ordinary street eatery.this was the most famous dish in all of our small town.begrudgingly,i gave up.bring em on,i said.i have to say it,the food was tasty,just that it was a little too much on my tummy.surprisingly it gave me a illusion of well being.it was not until i got to bed did i notice something was going wrong.i tossed and turned liek the dosa on my bed.i cud hardly find a minute of sleep.as i woke up in the moning,my head felt like a warzone for george's next adventure.my stomach looked like a gas inflated balloon,except that the gas was leaking out leaving a very bad stench.i was groggy,and cud hardly make my way fom hall to the loo.the occassional opening of my mouth led to the inhalation of a very bad stench,which i speculated was the stink of the decomposing stuff inside of me.as i brushed my teeth,i remembered the lines of shakespeare(proves how bad i was)*but above all-be true to thine own self* .i guess, shakespeare must have himself had an experience at the queens banquets.no wonder,then.as the impending day approached,i had all the time required for introspection -------- IN THE LOO.

My previous post - #4 :: Geez!!what a life

all right!i'll fill my blog.yup,dats me.a boring,ordinary guy who hardly has anything to do all day.that pretty sums it all up for me.but then,there are geeks and there are geeks.wherever i look around people are abuzz about the wonders of networking.online groups,dating sites ,blogs and what nots.there is a solution of everything on the net they say.amazing,not for me?i mean,its good that technology has helped people remain in contact,but at what cost?during the good ol' days,if someone had to speak to me,he would have to visit me or easier,call me.the former he would not do,the latter,i have excuses for.not so,on the net.avoidance is hardly possible.i have to answer a thousand invites from people i hardly knew..gosh,i never knew i had such an attractive persona until i logged on.also,then ther is the daily chore of writing ur blog.frankly speaking,i am a sloth.yes,i declare that with immense pride.i wud not care to get up and run to the next room,if an earthquake were to hit me now.so,obviously,writing a blog is quite a chore.i haven't,in my life,written my college notes( thats true,beleive me.i get it xeroxed.).so,when my dear geeky cousin suggested that i write a blog,i was apprehensive.i knew that putting so much of poor writing on the net and inconveniencing the so grave and knowledgeable netizens would probably surmise to a heinous misdemeanour that i do not have the courage to put chisel to.Man,that was the longest sentence i ever wrote!!so,what i mean is that .....i think you get the point.also,as a man of notoriously lazy nature,i knew that however hard i ( or my cousin) may have tried,it would have been an ardous task to make me put finger to the keyboard (i wud have put pen to paper,but that is not what i am doing,is it?).so,the first few days were a new experience.it was like the time you get your first bicycle,you are very happy about it.but then,as days pass , the bicycle gathers rust and you won't even dispose of it.at least,that is what my mom tells me.well,as you can guess,i lost interest in it.except this time,my brother(and i admire him for doing that)never gave up on me.everyday he drilled into me the importance of updating a blog.he was so persistent,that i almost felt that numb ache,that my much married superiors feel when they hear their mom-in-law.so,i,i suppose you know my name,have decided that write a blog,i shall.and the resultant crass and boring piece of extremely crude literature that you fools have just read is proof of it.well,i hope you wasted enuf time on me.

NOW,@#&*/, GET BACK TO WORK!!!

My previous post - #3 :: Man and Nature

AS LONG AS THIS WORLD HAS EXISTED THE MIGHTY HAVE ALWAYS BEEN RIGHTY(SOME LEFTY).MAN HAS ALWAYS BEEN THE BONE OF CONTENTION FOR ANIMALS OF ALL RACES.THEY ALL HATE HIM BADLY.I AM SERIOUS!YO DON'T THINK SO,ASK THE PIGEON WHO DIVEBOMBS YOU(OR YOUR CAR) WITH SHIT EVERY MORNING WHEN YOU LEAVE FOR OFFICE.ASK THE DOG WHO CHASES YOU WHEN YOU GO TO BUY NEWSPAPER,ASK THE RAT WHO NIBBLES UP THE ENDS,BEGINNING OR THE CENTRE OF ANY GARMENT YOU WEAR.HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT WHY?NO,WE NEVER TAKE THEM SERIOUSLY.BUT,THAT IS NATURE'S WAY OF TEACHING US A LESSON.ON A MORE SERIOUS NOTE,MAN HAS LEARNT TO COEXIST WITH NATURE ALL THESE YEARS,BUT NOW,HE IS BECOMING MORE AUDACIOUS.HE IS TRYING TO OVERLOOK OR EVEN CONQUER NATURE.THE RECENT CATASTROPHICAL STORMS IN THE STATES,TSUNAMI IN INDONESIA,EARTHQUAKES ALL OVER THE PLACE AND IRREGULAR MONSOON ARE ALL SYMBOLIC OF WARNINGS TO MAN THAT HE CANNOT DISOBEY THE LAWS OF NATURE. MOSES MEANT IT WHEN HE SAID "THOSE WHO SHALL NOT LIVE BY THE LAW,SHALL PERISH BY IT".
MAN IS A VERY SYCOPHANTIC CREATURE.HE FEARS ALL THAT IS AROUND HIM,YET REFUSES TO ACCEPT THAT FACT.HE BUILT INDUSTRIES AND DEVELOPED SCIENCE TO LEARN ALL ABOUT NATURE,YET HE KNOWS PRECIOUS LITTLE.WHILE EVERYONE KNOWS THE ART OF BIRTH, NOBODY KNOWS THE SCIENCE OF DEATH.MAN,DISCOVERED MEDICINE,BUT COULD ONLY DELAY DEATH,NOT ERADICATE IT.EVERY TIME A STABLE CURE TO A DISEASE IS DISCOVERED,A NEW STRAIN OF AN OLD DISEASE IS FOUND.ON THE OTHER HAND,NATURE IS ALL ACCEPTING.SEEING MANS PROGRESS,IT ADAPTED ITSELF TO SUIT HIS CONVENTIONS.WHEN MAN WAS SICK AND IN NEED, IT PROVIDED HIM WITH COMFORTS.IT IS LIKE THE MOTHER ,WHO ALWAYS IS THERE WHEN YOU NEED HER,WHO SERVES YOU DAY AND NIGHT WITHOUT EXPECTING YOUR ACKNOWLEDGEMENT.BUT THE DAY SHE FALLS ILL,THE HOUSE IS IN CHAOS.TO PUT IT IN CONTEXT,MAN'S PROGRESS IN SCIENCE IS BEGINNING TO POLLUTE THE CONSTITUTION OF OUR SORROUNDING ENVIRONMENT.THE EARTH IS GROWING WARMER EVERYDAY.UNLESS,MAN UNDERSTANDS IT AND STEPS ON THE PATH TO SELF-CORRECTION HE MIGHT NEVER BE ABLE TO TELL THE GENERATIONS TO COME ,WHAT WAS THE PLEASURE OF NATURE THAT HE ENJOYED.

My previous post - #2 :: Michael learns to rock

MICHAEL SCHUMACHER IS BACK!!!The F1 season finally begins to look and sound interesting.all along this year people were talking about schumi retiring to the swiss alps and sitting by the fireplace and watching Alonso take over the mantle of king.but not just yet said schumi.If Fernando wants the title he's gonna kill for it.well,in the beginning of the season the french carmakers and the spaniard hardly had a competition,except in some places by the ferraris.but now,the championship is wide open.With schumi clicking at the heels of alonso,just 11points behind,the renault team have a tough task ahea of them.Though they are more likely to win the championship,they would do better than to ignore the great man.All credit to the ferrari team and michael.they have proved once again why they were the best team for five consecutive years.As for michael,he has been the best driver ever to sit in an F1 car.critics ofte cry hoarse at his eccentricities,but hey,even Alain"the professor"Prost,and Senna were like that.it is just the desire of winning continuously that amkes them do it.if for prost it was monaco in'79,senna had his revenge in '80 in the same place.that is what separates greats from the so called good ones,they are different.they race to win,at all costs.i personally find no fault wit this theory.For heavens sake!!that risk is what makes adrenalin go for the drivers,if not,driving at300kph is cheesecake for them.as for the others,mclaren has been none of the best boys like they were last season,williams,red bull,are nowhere in the league.whatever happens all ears are open for schumi's plans of the future.If he decides to retire,the community and fans wud stand up to a great champion and driver's legacy.On the contrary,if he decides to carry on,Alonso wud be furious.schumi has achieved everything he set out to.His string of records wud be hard to break for drivers of generations to come.his ever smiling attitude and tenacity will be missed.but that is a long time to come.Till then, off to hungaroring

My previous post - #1 :: The world today

So,it has been a long time since i filled up my blog.no,i wasn't busy as such,just that i was too lazy to do it.i find it to be very laborious.in the first place i do not know what to fill in it.i have a feeling that technology has taken over the world in a big manner.and it is just the beginning.even then we are not completely devoid of mistakes.i mean,just look at israel,they outrageously continue bombing lebanon,hit a seemingly innocent village in qana,kill around a score of children,and say that was by mistake.well,they certainly have a lot of influence of the big bully US on them.Us too,bombed iraq on the pretext of WMD's ( which they haven't found yet),and i doubt that they will find it .They undoubtedly are the big bully in world politics today.Unfortunately,nobody has the guts to stand up against them.Britain,France,Germany , who could do it,pucker up to the US.pakistan,too,belongs to one of those .you gotta give it to them,they have the smartness to pucker to the US knowing that they have all sorts of inhuman terrorists in their land.AMAZING!well,wat do we have to do with all this.yes,a right to speak up.we ought to speak against all this politics played at the cost of human lives.SEAK UP WEB CITIZENS!!