Friday, December 30, 2005
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
siddharth
you ? when did this happen ... remind me ?
allo?????
bolo bolo
you've got amnesia. remember me?
who is this amnesia ?
anamika's sister
wot ? wot does that mean ?
i'm the one to ask you. what's that mean? :((
shoo, stop crying
cant help
look !! a cow !!! 3:-o
-x-x-
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be
breathe, pink floyd, dark side of the moon
allo?????
bolo bolo
you've got amnesia. remember me?
who is this amnesia ?
anamika's sister
wot ? wot does that mean ?
i'm the one to ask you. what's that mean? :((
shoo, stop crying
cant help
look !! a cow !!! 3:-o
-x-x-
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be
breathe, pink floyd, dark side of the moon
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
bleary
It's unbelievably bleary today.The day's
all grey and gloomy.
so gloomy. The kind of day you'd want to spend
at the office.
all grey and gloomy.
so gloomy. The kind of day you'd want to spend
at the office.
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
the moments are longer
the thoughts lie cold and heavy
like the ice frozen over
from last night's flurry
the thoughts lie cold and heavy
like the ice frozen over
from last night's flurry
empty house
it's the end of the game
and the cards come face up
it's obvious what should've been done
but it's too late now, 'coz the game's over, the chips are gone
and there's no sound except, the chuckling of the winner
and the quiet scrape of card on card
as the lady shuffles to deal the next round
and there's not a fortune-teller in sight
and the cards come face up
it's obvious what should've been done
but it's too late now, 'coz the game's over, the chips are gone
and there's no sound except, the chuckling of the winner
and the quiet scrape of card on card
as the lady shuffles to deal the next round
and there's not a fortune-teller in sight
Friday, December 16, 2005
Thursday, December 15, 2005
sleepy-eyed day
I have a couch that was handed down to me by a
colleague leaving the country. It's turned out
to be a powerful one, that couch. Well worth the
strain of pulling it up a flight of stairs.
And that's not too unusual a word for a couch
either - powerful.
I can, at the end of a busy day, sit on it, sink
in and nod off before you can say 'I`ll be there
for you'. On a quiet morning, I can sleep for half
an hour from 9.00 am to 9.10 am. And go off
a-visiting to the weirdest places at all sorts of
times. I think there's no fun in going off to the
world's hotspots,tourist spots, where you
just walk around like a baby with wide eyes, looking
at this and that and thinking 'wow!!' . Of course,
it's a 'wow', coz you don't have it at home. You come
back with memories of the the odds-&-ends-and-bits-of
-colored-glass-sorts. You can get the same from watching
T.V, or reading books.
Now, dreams and day-dreams, that's a different cup of tea
altogether.To go some place and leave your body behind,
inert, relaxed and immobilized.
To see and hear things that your sight and hearing and mind
would have never agreed upon, well, now that is interesting.
Like plugging into a program in the Matrix movie, the couch
plugs me into alternate realities. My alternate realities.
They are fragile like figures scratched in the beach sand,
and no less fun.
It's snowing outside. White fluffy flakes are slowly
but surely taking over the patio, swirling in around
and about the smokers' feet. Icy wind ruffles their
hair and plays the cigarette smoke away. The coffee pot
sighs on its warmers, but the caffeine is ineffective
against the cold, as seen in the creaking joints, aching
heads and frozen ear lobes.
I had a dream in which I was back in the Mumbai office,
only it looked more like a classroom, and we were going
to take a class in history. Of course, this sounded absolutely
normal to me then. The last thing I remember thinking, in
the back of my mind of course, when the teacher walked in,
was that my whole America trip must’ve been a dream I had the
previous night. I also vaguely remember wondering why we were
having history classes in the office. I rummage in my bag for
my books. Then, the alarm went off.
4 pm is the first ending of my day. The day ends struggling
against the post-lunch slump. And wakes up again at after 4.
Early evening and night are the early parts of a different day.
Crunching feet on the ice and leaves on the way to and from
the bus stop marks the axes around which the separate days hinge.
There was a second dream, in which a morose looking guy was
playing a guitar in what was the music room. Playing it well,
I might add. It didn't look like the music room I knew, but my
mind tells me that it couldn’t have been otherwise. When the
guy does finish playing the piece, I go to talk to him, but he
is talking to someone else, giving directions to what I assume
must've been the new location of the music room. I try to find
out the same, for I want to get to the music room and hear the
troupe practising , but he says something about there being slots
available and that I should definitely come take a look. And then
he was gone, elaving me wondering about the new location of the
music room
Back home, in reality, Bill was raving about kringles right
about after lunch. Isn't it wonderful that a small storefront
does so much better business across the whole north-east coz
of the internet ? I'm going to buy myself some dill pickles.
Which is a slightly crunchy version of cucumber steeped in
brine/vinegar solutions. I'm drooling already.
I got my last haircut from a chap called Vito, down at the
Farmer's Market. He's a slightly old Italian dude, very dignified,
rather friendly. He did a neat job, not forgetting to trim the
foliage between my eyebrows. I'm touched. No one has done that
before. I can't, since then, look into the mirror without feeling
quietly proud of the way I look. They don’t sell pigs at the
Farmer’s market here. Not the live ones, atleast.
Talk to you later baby
colleague leaving the country. It's turned out
to be a powerful one, that couch. Well worth the
strain of pulling it up a flight of stairs.
And that's not too unusual a word for a couch
either - powerful.
I can, at the end of a busy day, sit on it, sink
in and nod off before you can say 'I`ll be there
for you'. On a quiet morning, I can sleep for half
an hour from 9.00 am to 9.10 am. And go off
a-visiting to the weirdest places at all sorts of
times. I think there's no fun in going off to the
world's hotspots,tourist spots, where you
just walk around like a baby with wide eyes, looking
at this and that and thinking 'wow!!' . Of course,
it's a 'wow', coz you don't have it at home. You come
back with memories of the the odds-&-ends-and-bits-of
-colored-glass-sorts. You can get the same from watching
T.V, or reading books.
Now, dreams and day-dreams, that's a different cup of tea
altogether.To go some place and leave your body behind,
inert, relaxed and immobilized.
To see and hear things that your sight and hearing and mind
would have never agreed upon, well, now that is interesting.
Like plugging into a program in the Matrix movie, the couch
plugs me into alternate realities. My alternate realities.
They are fragile like figures scratched in the beach sand,
and no less fun.
It's snowing outside. White fluffy flakes are slowly
but surely taking over the patio, swirling in around
and about the smokers' feet. Icy wind ruffles their
hair and plays the cigarette smoke away. The coffee pot
sighs on its warmers, but the caffeine is ineffective
against the cold, as seen in the creaking joints, aching
heads and frozen ear lobes.
I had a dream in which I was back in the Mumbai office,
only it looked more like a classroom, and we were going
to take a class in history. Of course, this sounded absolutely
normal to me then. The last thing I remember thinking, in
the back of my mind of course, when the teacher walked in,
was that my whole America trip must’ve been a dream I had the
previous night. I also vaguely remember wondering why we were
having history classes in the office. I rummage in my bag for
my books. Then, the alarm went off.
4 pm is the first ending of my day. The day ends struggling
against the post-lunch slump. And wakes up again at after 4.
Early evening and night are the early parts of a different day.
Crunching feet on the ice and leaves on the way to and from
the bus stop marks the axes around which the separate days hinge.
There was a second dream, in which a morose looking guy was
playing a guitar in what was the music room. Playing it well,
I might add. It didn't look like the music room I knew, but my
mind tells me that it couldn’t have been otherwise. When the
guy does finish playing the piece, I go to talk to him, but he
is talking to someone else, giving directions to what I assume
must've been the new location of the music room. I try to find
out the same, for I want to get to the music room and hear the
troupe practising , but he says something about there being slots
available and that I should definitely come take a look. And then
he was gone, elaving me wondering about the new location of the
music room
Back home, in reality, Bill was raving about kringles right
about after lunch. Isn't it wonderful that a small storefront
does so much better business across the whole north-east coz
of the internet ? I'm going to buy myself some dill pickles.
Which is a slightly crunchy version of cucumber steeped in
brine/vinegar solutions. I'm drooling already.
I got my last haircut from a chap called Vito, down at the
Farmer's Market. He's a slightly old Italian dude, very dignified,
rather friendly. He did a neat job, not forgetting to trim the
foliage between my eyebrows. I'm touched. No one has done that
before. I can't, since then, look into the mirror without feeling
quietly proud of the way I look. They don’t sell pigs at the
Farmer’s market here. Not the live ones, atleast.
Talk to you later baby
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
odds and ends
warm blue skies, sunny day
sun-browned green brush
brown streaks on my collar
atleast back home, the icy wind makes
your eyes water
I ran to the fair grounds
but the place was empty, the tents gone
only the colored poster remained to tell
of the promise of the next one
speakers call to the impatient
airplanes like big birds wait
the payphone banks are deserted
the emptiness beyond the glass walls
is like a dew drop threatening to
explode
the giant metal birds wait patiently,
for, after the treading the infinite blue
the fretful humans are but crying babes
the familiar streets start rolling past my window,
I am rested, but wistul, like on waking from a dream
and a irritated too
sun-browned green brush
brown streaks on my collar
atleast back home, the icy wind makes
your eyes water
I ran to the fair grounds
but the place was empty, the tents gone
only the colored poster remained to tell
of the promise of the next one
speakers call to the impatient
airplanes like big birds wait
the payphone banks are deserted
the emptiness beyond the glass walls
is like a dew drop threatening to
explode
the giant metal birds wait patiently,
for, after the treading the infinite blue
the fretful humans are but crying babes
the familiar streets start rolling past my window,
I am rested, but wistul, like on waking from a dream
and a irritated too
Monday, December 12, 2005
Friday, December 09, 2005
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
second snow
It's been a while. It's snowing again. For me, it is still novel.
A second childhood of sorts. I doubt if I can communicate what I
feel about the snow, I'm not sure of it myself. The snowfall's a
relatively familiar stranger.
Flurries which melt on the ground and leave a covering of water
on everything. Traffic runs faster, as if trying to outrun the
snow. Cars whiz by, and the bus drivers maneuver aggresively with
a new-found skill.
People are quieter, withdrawn into themselves, staring silently outside
the windows. When they talk, it has a forced politeness, an intensity
which wasn't there before.
The signal changes, and I jog across the street. The store's emptying,
people are leaving, coming out the door wide eyed. They know they should
be complaining about the snow, but the cynicism hasn't caught up yet,
for the moment, they are happy at nature's caress, ignoring how cold
it is. The girls at the cafe counter are happily chitchatting in the
absence of people to be polite to. I want to hang around just to watch
them chirp away, but have no excuse, so make off with my order. My mind
can't seem to settle into anything particular, so I head out home.
Daily routines run their course and leave me gratefully into a precious
solitude. The backyard is covered, carpeted in white. Seems so very serene.
I want the serenity to open up and swallow me up. Or failing that, rise up
and seep into me. Like it does to the gaunt leafless trees, fingers reaching
toward the sky. I'm grateful and restless at the same time, like a kid who's
given a new toy and then put to bed. People stop by and leave. Electronic
fingers that stroke and pinch and wave goodbye. Time to retire.
Got schemes to hatch. Plans to make. The changing edge of season is not
to be wasted.
A second childhood of sorts. I doubt if I can communicate what I
feel about the snow, I'm not sure of it myself. The snowfall's a
relatively familiar stranger.
Flurries which melt on the ground and leave a covering of water
on everything. Traffic runs faster, as if trying to outrun the
snow. Cars whiz by, and the bus drivers maneuver aggresively with
a new-found skill.
People are quieter, withdrawn into themselves, staring silently outside
the windows. When they talk, it has a forced politeness, an intensity
which wasn't there before.
The signal changes, and I jog across the street. The store's emptying,
people are leaving, coming out the door wide eyed. They know they should
be complaining about the snow, but the cynicism hasn't caught up yet,
for the moment, they are happy at nature's caress, ignoring how cold
it is. The girls at the cafe counter are happily chitchatting in the
absence of people to be polite to. I want to hang around just to watch
them chirp away, but have no excuse, so make off with my order. My mind
can't seem to settle into anything particular, so I head out home.
Daily routines run their course and leave me gratefully into a precious
solitude. The backyard is covered, carpeted in white. Seems so very serene.
I want the serenity to open up and swallow me up. Or failing that, rise up
and seep into me. Like it does to the gaunt leafless trees, fingers reaching
toward the sky. I'm grateful and restless at the same time, like a kid who's
given a new toy and then put to bed. People stop by and leave. Electronic
fingers that stroke and pinch and wave goodbye. Time to retire.
Got schemes to hatch. Plans to make. The changing edge of season is not
to be wasted.
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Saturday, December 03, 2005
Friday, December 02, 2005
once
you put your photo on the web, it's not yours anymore.
Don't complain if it turns up ... wherever
Don't complain if it turns up ... wherever
a toaster
which lets you control the color of the toast.
crisp, papery toast dabbed with thick honey.
is my cup of tea
crisp, papery toast dabbed with thick honey.
is my cup of tea
Thursday, December 01, 2005
it was a day like any other
The email slipped into his mailbox silently. His eyes, however,
caught the shuffling on the toolbar indicating a refresh.
He opened the attachment.
The green riverside. Silence in the air. Youth. Fifteen faces.
Some smiling, some defiant, some amused.
A tear crept to the corner of his eye, his upper lip
trembled .Threatened to give.
caught the shuffling on the toolbar indicating a refresh.
He opened the attachment.
The green riverside. Silence in the air. Youth. Fifteen faces.
Some smiling, some defiant, some amused.
A tear crept to the corner of his eye, his upper lip
trembled .Threatened to give.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Monday, November 28, 2005
quot.e
The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne,
Th’ assay so hard, so sharpe the conquering.
The Assembly of Fowles. Line 1.
Chaucer
I know !! what a bother. It's such a pain.
Why can't things be easy, I say
Th’ assay so hard, so sharpe the conquering.
The Assembly of Fowles. Line 1.
Chaucer
I know !! what a bother. It's such a pain.
Why can't things be easy, I say
Sunday, November 27, 2005
my generation
wherever I seem to go, the 'm' word causes angst, depression, panic ....
the word 'arranged' has been promoted to Evil status
the word 'arranged' has been promoted to Evil status
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Saturday, November 19, 2005
mirrors
You take the population of vehicles in the field (A) and
multiply it by the probable rate of failure (B), multiply the
result by the average cost of an out-of-court settlement (C).
A times B times C equals X.
If X is less than the cost of a recall, we don't do one.
page 30, Fight Club, Chuck Pahlanuik, fiction
-X- -X- -X-
500 fatalities X $200,000/fatalities
---------------------------------------- = $2.40/automobiles
41,000,000 automobiles
The cost to General Motors of ensuring that fuel tanks did
not explode in crashes, estimated by the company to be $8.59
per automobile, meant the company could save $6.19($8.59 minus
$2.40) per automobile if it allowed people to die in fuel-fed
fires than alter the design of vehicles to avoid such fires
Page 63, The Corporation, Joel Bakan, non-fiction
-X- -X- -X-
I didn't say it would be easy, Neo
multiply it by the probable rate of failure (B), multiply the
result by the average cost of an out-of-court settlement (C).
A times B times C equals X.
If X is less than the cost of a recall, we don't do one.
page 30, Fight Club, Chuck Pahlanuik, fiction
-X- -X- -X-
500 fatalities X $200,000/fatalities
---------------------------------------- = $2.40/automobiles
41,000,000 automobiles
The cost to General Motors of ensuring that fuel tanks did
not explode in crashes, estimated by the company to be $8.59
per automobile, meant the company could save $6.19($8.59 minus
$2.40) per automobile if it allowed people to die in fuel-fed
fires than alter the design of vehicles to avoid such fires
Page 63, The Corporation, Joel Bakan, non-fiction
-X- -X- -X-
I didn't say it would be easy, Neo
Friday, November 18, 2005
Thursday, November 17, 2005
earplugs
no no, mindplugs
"No! No different. Only different in your mind. You must unlearn
what you have learned."
- fictional little green guy with big ears and funny english
"Awareness is about unlearning"
- fictional ancient guy in red plaid blanket
"There is no spoon"
- fictional weird little kid with shaven head
"No! No different. Only different in your mind. You must unlearn
what you have learned."
- fictional little green guy with big ears and funny english
"Awareness is about unlearning"
- fictional ancient guy in red plaid blanket
"There is no spoon"
- fictional weird little kid with shaven head
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
fallacy
from the fallacy files
"He who knows only his own side of the case,
knows little of that. His reasons may be good,
and no one may have been able to refute them.
But if he is equally unable to refute the reasons
on the opposite side; if he does not so much as
know what they are, he has no ground for preferring
either opinion."
Source: John Stuart Mill, On Liberty
"He who knows only his own side of the case,
knows little of that. His reasons may be good,
and no one may have been able to refute them.
But if he is equally unable to refute the reasons
on the opposite side; if he does not so much as
know what they are, he has no ground for preferring
either opinion."
Source: John Stuart Mill, On Liberty
Monday, November 14, 2005
visiting the una
the una lives in guitar land.
the airport's like a big sea of colored blinking lights.
the plane's engines kinda cut out after the initial thrust-y
run which launches you into the air. you get the distinct impressions
that some fool has turned off the engines and that the plane is going
to fall.so many drinks with ice.
chicago from above. i love chicago. it is the heart of this part of the country.
most of my flights passed thru it.there are some of my people in it.
and it looks like something out of this world at night. from the sky.
lines of gold and blinking yellow.a grid. my heart overflows with joy at
the beauty of it.the napkins that southwest provides with its iced drinks show
a map of america. chicago is a small dot on it. it doesn't look like that at all
from the plane window.
woodlands,fido,chilis,padthai.
armored dwarves,elves and goblins with padded weapons.
i miss the una.
the airport's like a big sea of colored blinking lights.
the plane's engines kinda cut out after the initial thrust-y
run which launches you into the air. you get the distinct impressions
that some fool has turned off the engines and that the plane is going
to fall.so many drinks with ice.
chicago from above. i love chicago. it is the heart of this part of the country.
most of my flights passed thru it.there are some of my people in it.
and it looks like something out of this world at night. from the sky.
lines of gold and blinking yellow.a grid. my heart overflows with joy at
the beauty of it.the napkins that southwest provides with its iced drinks show
a map of america. chicago is a small dot on it. it doesn't look like that at all
from the plane window.
woodlands,fido,chilis,padthai.
armored dwarves,elves and goblins with padded weapons.
i miss the una.
Thursday, November 10, 2005
voices
As a general rule, the most successful man is one who has the best information.
Benjamin Disraeli, statesman
I believe in my own divinity - and yours
Elbert Hubbard, Author
"If you really want to enslave people,
tell them that you're going to give them total
freedom."
-- L. Ron Hubbard, founder of Scientology
Benjamin Disraeli, statesman
I believe in my own divinity - and yours
Elbert Hubbard, Author
"If you really want to enslave people,
tell them that you're going to give them total
freedom."
-- L. Ron Hubbard, founder of Scientology
cool
me likey
Have you talked to your astrologer lately ?
the big birds
umm, you'll need a fast net connection for a dekko
Have you talked to your astrologer lately ?
the big birds
umm, you'll need a fast net connection for a dekko
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Saturday, November 05, 2005
the past
lurks around the corner
waiting to follow
as night follows day
to defend, it would
help if you know
what you are defending
waiting to follow
as night follows day
to defend, it would
help if you know
what you are defending
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
disturbing
1. This guy predicts an earthquake will hit kerala by the end of this year.
2. I.T trade unions. I wish one could just say no.
Friday, October 28, 2005
Thursday, October 27, 2005
in the fort of
veerapandi, many interesting things happen when lightning
strikes. Come down someday and I'll tell you.
no prizes for guessing which movie ost I'm listening to.
strikes. Come down someday and I'll tell you.
no prizes for guessing which movie ost I'm listening to.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
echoes
"Villainy wears many masks, none of which so dangerous as virtue..."
Johnny Depp as Ichabod Crane in Sleepy Hollow
Johnny Depp as Ichabod Crane in Sleepy Hollow
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
a bus trip
downtown and back. Train station, transit cards, cup of coffee.
polished wood, waiting spaces
express bus back. driving into the sunset. the evening sun shines
right into the driver's face.
greenery passing by
polished wood, waiting spaces
express bus back. driving into the sunset. the evening sun shines
right into the driver's face.
greenery passing by
Monday, October 17, 2005
lunch
was the incident of the frozen eggs thawed out in a tub of
warm water. Wouldn't recommend you try it on someone
you like.
bought freakonomics. spilt coffee on it.
found out what 'patra' is. yummy.
communication breakdown by led zepp. is always a pain.
master wok sends his regards as well as two items with rice
or lo-mien and choice of soda for 4.95
friend recommends 'Crash'. and 'Memento'. and a couple of topics
for open-ended discussions we both know we may never have.
no bulky reasons. just the simple ones from physics. time, space.
funny. the well was always dry when you were thirsty. and
now it's full. and the water is sweeter. and you're not thirsty
anymore.
re-discovered my fling with R.E.Ms "UP" when I saw it in one
of the stores . Been a while, but I used to play it again and again
when in hostel and let my mind run around in a stupor.
was very windy outside. but sunny. took a walk.
there goes the cooker's second whistle. do you know they're talking
about building an elevator into space. no more spaceships. you
take the lift. and press the button for a five-digit floor.
warm water. Wouldn't recommend you try it on someone
you like.
bought freakonomics. spilt coffee on it.
found out what 'patra' is. yummy.
communication breakdown by led zepp. is always a pain.
master wok sends his regards as well as two items with rice
or lo-mien and choice of soda for 4.95
friend recommends 'Crash'. and 'Memento'. and a couple of topics
for open-ended discussions we both know we may never have.
no bulky reasons. just the simple ones from physics. time, space.
funny. the well was always dry when you were thirsty. and
now it's full. and the water is sweeter. and you're not thirsty
anymore.
re-discovered my fling with R.E.Ms "UP" when I saw it in one
of the stores . Been a while, but I used to play it again and again
when in hostel and let my mind run around in a stupor.
was very windy outside. but sunny. took a walk.
there goes the cooker's second whistle. do you know they're talking
about building an elevator into space. no more spaceships. you
take the lift. and press the button for a five-digit floor.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
...
"Well yes, what did you think this
was all about? Fun and games? "
Julianne Moore as Maude Lebowski in 'The Big Lebowski'
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Sunday, October 09, 2005
time of the day
Have you seen an evening in twilight ? it's like walking around
in a sepia-toned photograph. Surreal. It's easy to believe that
there are spirits at play during twilight. You don't get to see it
in a city. No really. You need trees and stones and grass for a
good one. And far out empty spaces.
- x -- x -- x -
The art of puddle-splashing
nothing to it, really
just put your foot down
Labels: drawing
Friday, October 07, 2005
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
hear hear
The typical office worker is interrupted every three minutes by a phone
call, e-mail, instant message or other distraction. The problem is that it
takes about eight uninterrupted minutes for our brains to get into a really
creative state
more, gleefully
call, e-mail, instant message or other distraction. The problem is that it
takes about eight uninterrupted minutes for our brains to get into a really
creative state
more, gleefully
keep moving
".. it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place."
The Red Queen, Through the looking-glass
Labels: drawing
Saturday, October 01, 2005
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
can't get enough of this
This is an awesome musical animation. Long download , mpeg file
Remember to turn up the sound.
ps : I hear this has been doing the rounds since long ago and
did not have the ATI-Radeon stamp till recently. Fyi.
Remember to turn up the sound.
ps : I hear this has been doing the rounds since long ago and
did not have the ATI-Radeon stamp till recently. Fyi.
Sunday, September 25, 2005
sunday
morning blues. An addict is one who can mould a reason
out of nothing at all. Just the blues for me, thank you.
It's a gloomy morning. Actually, it's one in the afternoon .
That's part of the recipe too. It all fits right in. Yesterday morning
at this time was busy, but I don't remember where the day went. I
have the CD of Railroad Tycoon out , but never got down to playing it,
letters not posted, dishes still in the sink, laundry still thoughtfully
arranged all over the room ..
I think of my cousin's family out there in Chicago. Family, with one
and half junior members, ensures that there's never a dull moment.
A day wouldn't ever be wasted. Seized, always. Or like Calvin says,
"... seized and throttled"
Ah, the internet, the stupid internet. I remember now. A marathon
surfing session. God knows what I was looking for, but I sure know that
I didn't find it. But I did find a satellite shot of my house and adjacent
mall.
Waking up at noon on a holiday is depressing at best. The rest of
the day runs surreal. The mind digs into its database and pulls up
bluesy-feelings experienced on previous miserable mornings and
plays them back for you. So thoughtful, I say.
The rest of the day runs sloooow, then suddenly, it's gone. That's the
problem with lazy weekends, you've no idea where they went.
One long trudge to the mall and back. And this post was left in limbo
ever since.
Ever get that feeling, like when you're following the wrong trail, and
after a while the scenery starts to get unfamiliar, the crickets in the
thickets start to sound different ...
out of nothing at all. Just the blues for me, thank you.
It's a gloomy morning. Actually, it's one in the afternoon .
That's part of the recipe too. It all fits right in. Yesterday morning
at this time was busy, but I don't remember where the day went. I
have the CD of Railroad Tycoon out , but never got down to playing it,
letters not posted, dishes still in the sink, laundry still thoughtfully
arranged all over the room ..
I think of my cousin's family out there in Chicago. Family, with one
and half junior members, ensures that there's never a dull moment.
A day wouldn't ever be wasted. Seized, always. Or like Calvin says,
"... seized and throttled"
Ah, the internet, the stupid internet. I remember now. A marathon
surfing session. God knows what I was looking for, but I sure know that
I didn't find it. But I did find a satellite shot of my house and adjacent
mall.
Waking up at noon on a holiday is depressing at best. The rest of
the day runs surreal. The mind digs into its database and pulls up
bluesy-feelings experienced on previous miserable mornings and
plays them back for you. So thoughtful, I say.
The rest of the day runs sloooow, then suddenly, it's gone. That's the
problem with lazy weekends, you've no idea where they went.
One long trudge to the mall and back. And this post was left in limbo
ever since.
Ever get that feeling, like when you're following the wrong trail, and
after a while the scenery starts to get unfamiliar, the crickets in the
thickets start to sound different ...
Friday, September 23, 2005
scraps
On the dusty paths of the distant stars
Our footprints will remain...
- razn
cry havoc and let loose the dogs of war
-The Bard
Try to stay away from zero sum games.
Interesting times we are in. But will history repeat ? Will the
Second Age of Magic happen ?
Our footprints will remain...
- razn
cry havoc and let loose the dogs of war
-The Bard
Try to stay away from zero sum games.
Interesting times we are in. But will history repeat ? Will the
Second Age of Magic happen ?
Thursday, September 22, 2005
droll
On the forum discussing Arthur C Clarke's vision
of the future, there still _ARE_ people whining
about what gasoline will cost in 2040.
of the future, there still _ARE_ people whining
about what gasoline will cost in 2040.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Monday, September 19, 2005
survivors
a long time back ( it seemed like yesterday !! )the future was
rather clouded.
Guilt and near-panic were my constant companions.
I was waiting for the dream to end and the nighmare to begin.
What shape it would take I didn't know.
Then I got a mail from a friend. He talked about survivors. And
strength. And the times we'd pulled through.
I don't think I've thanked him enough
rather clouded.
Guilt and near-panic were my constant companions.
I was waiting for the dream to end and the nighmare to begin.
What shape it would take I didn't know.
Then I got a mail from a friend. He talked about survivors. And
strength. And the times we'd pulled through.
I don't think I've thanked him enough
people
The cubicle lies unattended to. Waiting. Like a supine dog staring vacantly at passers-by,
awaiting the return of its master.
Some of the cartoons & funny/clever pictures have been removed. In their place sits a framed water-color of a boy looking out from what appears to be a cabin window, a bagel in one hand. An innocently expectant expression on his face.
In the co-ordinator's cabin nearby, a leftover stack of invitations of green paper lie on the table
by the window. They have the Desiderata on the inside left, a picture on the front and inside ...
About a year ago, two men step out for a smoke on the snow covered
balcony.
Everybody thought smokers were crazy anyway. To step out in this
weather , you had to put on a jacket, gloves, cap ..
"Call a conference !! Call a conference !!" one of them mumbles ..
-x- -x- -x-
I was fresh-off-the-boat. Big country, strange people, strange
landscapes. I was still in awe of the clean wide roads with all those
wow! automobiles quietly whizzing by, but had gotten used to
black coffee already. I learnt that most people were polite. If
they had a minute, they had jokes to crack, things to tell - cribs,
fundas ... , like for example
"Who drinks coffee except for the caffeine anyway" ? - a swift thrust,
taking away decaf's right to exist
On the relief effort for the tsunami -
"We like to think we're better at helping out, rather than ..."
thinks for a minute here,
"blowing up stuff !! .. hehehe", laughs at his own phrase .
On daylight savings time-
I don't put my clock back in summer. So when people go,
"Why is your clock ahead one hour ?"
I say, "It's not one hour ahead, it's six months slow !!!"
Guffaw.
And the priceless -
"Happy Tuesday to you !! ", to a bewildered colleague.
That was Tom. He's gone now. I still can't believe it.
Saturday, September 17, 2005
nothing
much going on.
Or rather, things
are chuggin along
just fine.
Chap at work
told me that russian
and sanskrit share quite
a few words. He's razn,
so this is Interesting. very.
At the cafeteria -
one woman to another at the
checkout counter, seeing that she
had grabbed _quite_ a few of
them plastic forks ...
"Wow !! You _certainly_ have
quite a lot of mouths to feed !! "
I didn't get it then, but now, one day later, when I tried visuallising it,I fell over laughing. Maybe you will too.
Power hungry. My camera. It's charging charging charging for quite a while.
And now, off I go. Got to take a bus ride.
Labels: drawing
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Monday, September 12, 2005
get a life
I thought I had a life
Now I'm back to watching T.V
Gotta get my hands on the Ocean's Eleven soundtrack
Now I'm back to watching T.V
Gotta get my hands on the Ocean's Eleven soundtrack
the catcher
I'm standing on the over-bridge watching the traffic below.
It's 8 pm, and dark. I'm checking out my new camera. Taking
a couple of snaps of the traffic below. I turn to go back, and
start walking and see a car slow down in the dark section
of the road in front of me . Blinking lights go on on it's roof .
It's a cop , and he's stopping for me.
My first thought is that I'm carrying no id.
The cop gets out of the car, closes the door and walks around
to the front.
One part of my mind picks up on the fact that he took time
to close the car door, and easily too . Not like he's in a hurry.
Or tensed . Definitely not itching to draw. I semi-relax and walk
towards the front of the car.
If I'd my lines rehearsed, it'd be "Officer ? something wrong ? "
As it is, I wear a foolish grin.
Dark shirt, crew cut. Blue -red lights from his car play on his face.
"You okay ?" , he asks
"Yes !!", I say
"What're you doing here ?"
"Taking snaps"
"Of what ? "
"Of the traffic"
He almost smiles. Looks around. and says
"Well, I thought you were jumping"
That floors me. I affect surprise. I'm tickled pink at the idea.
"Not me !!" I say, grinning
He looks around to the cars waiting behind his parked car.
"Well, get moving" he says, and walks back to his car.
Maybe he was driving by on one of his patrols. Maybe someone
called on their cell-phone and he came by to check.
It felt good.
The system had spoken. And it said that maybe I'm worth something.
That I belong.
It's 8 pm, and dark. I'm checking out my new camera. Taking
a couple of snaps of the traffic below. I turn to go back, and
start walking and see a car slow down in the dark section
of the road in front of me . Blinking lights go on on it's roof .
It's a cop , and he's stopping for me.
My first thought is that I'm carrying no id.
The cop gets out of the car, closes the door and walks around
to the front.
One part of my mind picks up on the fact that he took time
to close the car door, and easily too . Not like he's in a hurry.
Or tensed . Definitely not itching to draw. I semi-relax and walk
towards the front of the car.
If I'd my lines rehearsed, it'd be "Officer ? something wrong ? "
As it is, I wear a foolish grin.
Dark shirt, crew cut. Blue -red lights from his car play on his face.
"You okay ?" , he asks
"Yes !!", I say
"What're you doing here ?"
"Taking snaps"
"Of what ? "
"Of the traffic"
He almost smiles. Looks around. and says
"Well, I thought you were jumping"
That floors me. I affect surprise. I'm tickled pink at the idea.
"Not me !!" I say, grinning
He looks around to the cars waiting behind his parked car.
"Well, get moving" he says, and walks back to his car.
Maybe he was driving by on one of his patrols. Maybe someone
called on their cell-phone and he came by to check.
It felt good.
The system had spoken. And it said that maybe I'm worth something.
That I belong.
Friday, September 09, 2005
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Now ..
'.. it passes on and I begin to lose it,'
he said presently. 'O Mole! the beauty
of it! The merry bubble and joy, the
thin, clear, happy call of the distant
piping! Such music I never dreamed of,
and the call in it is stronger even than
the music is sweet! Row on, Mole, row!
For the music and the call must be for us.'
The Mole, greatly wondering, obeyed. 'I
hear nothing myself,' he said, 'but the wind
playing in the reeds and rushes and osiers.'
Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows
Friday, September 02, 2005
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Monday, August 29, 2005
weekendend
the weekend runs out so fast
but monday has a charm of its own
for it's the darling
of random rants
ginger-ale,non-alcoholic, with a sprinking of pepper
The Smiths - Heaven know's I'm miserable now
watching and re-watching 'The Big Lebowski'
life is what happens when you're planning for life, they
say.
nobody has all the answers. so they say.
beware of going too far, or you might end up where
you started
it's difficult when you know there're others watching
as a kid, I had a book which had two stories. The second was
'The Magic Carpet' by Vladislav Krapivin.
It is the story of kids who find a magic carpet and have loads
of pure fun and then grow up out of it all. The carpet stops flying.
Until another kid discovers it. Heartbreak wrapped in a gentle
silk.
The first story was called 'The Pilot for Special Missions' -
( thanks to google. I'd almost forgotten all about the it )
I have the book at home. But it doesn't have the magic when I
read it now.
But.
Vetrogorsk, here I come.
well, not right now, though.
a fine comedy
this grey of uncertainty
but with hope
also a tapestry
but monday has a charm of its own
for it's the darling
of random rants
ginger-ale,non-alcoholic, with a sprinking of pepper
The Smiths - Heaven know's I'm miserable now
watching and re-watching 'The Big Lebowski'
life is what happens when you're planning for life, they
say.
nobody has all the answers. so they say.
beware of going too far, or you might end up where
you started
it's difficult when you know there're others watching
as a kid, I had a book which had two stories. The second was
'The Magic Carpet' by Vladislav Krapivin.
It is the story of kids who find a magic carpet and have loads
of pure fun and then grow up out of it all. The carpet stops flying.
Until another kid discovers it. Heartbreak wrapped in a gentle
silk.
The first story was called 'The Pilot for Special Missions' -
( thanks to google. I'd almost forgotten all about the it )
I have the book at home. But it doesn't have the magic when I
read it now.
But.
Vetrogorsk, here I come.
well, not right now, though.
a fine comedy
this grey of uncertainty
but with hope
also a tapestry
Saturday, August 27, 2005
wordsnatch
The trouble is, getting into "the zone" is not easy. When you try to
measure it, it looks like it takes an average of 15 minutes to start
working at maximum productivity. Sometimes, if you're tired or
have already done a lot of creative work that day, you just can't
get into the zone and you spend the rest of your work day fiddling
around, reading the web, playing Tetris
full article here
now that is music to my ears. eyes. whatever.
measure it, it looks like it takes an average of 15 minutes to start
working at maximum productivity. Sometimes, if you're tired or
have already done a lot of creative work that day, you just can't
get into the zone and you spend the rest of your work day fiddling
around, reading the web, playing Tetris
full article here
now that is music to my ears. eyes. whatever.
Friday, August 26, 2005
dere peeps
more apologies.
On a different note, mebbe I should call myself 'The Apologist' and
probably write a hit single by the same name which will top the pop
charts on U.K Billboard , unless someone's already done so, in which
case, of course, I will release a 'cover' of the number a year later,
sufficiently 'cover'-ing by changing the electric piano into an accoustic
one and getting a female vocalist to sing the originally male lead .
And oh, my group will be called Pepper Creek or CyberThud or
Laser Umbrella
A wiser man than myself once said, "Man is born free, but
everywhere , he is among monkeys".
But I digress.
one more experiment, aimed at all those wonderful other peeps with
their absolutely wonderful sites.
Like the other wise man said ( people tell me he's more of a wise
guy ) , "On the other hand, we have other fingers"
you'll need a password before you can comment.
of course, I'll let you know what yer password is when you comment.
but you can comment incognito. like if you want to say stuff like
"dude !! you're the dude !!" and were too shy to do so, well
you can go ahead now
( though I can't figure out why one earth anyone'd ...,
but well , you can )
wal then, my dere peeps
Thank you !! & Come again !!
On a different note, mebbe I should call myself 'The Apologist' and
probably write a hit single by the same name which will top the pop
charts on U.K Billboard , unless someone's already done so, in which
case, of course, I will release a 'cover' of the number a year later,
sufficiently 'cover'-ing by changing the electric piano into an accoustic
one and getting a female vocalist to sing the originally male lead .
And oh, my group will be called Pepper Creek or CyberThud or
Laser Umbrella
A wiser man than myself once said, "Man is born free, but
everywhere , he is among monkeys".
But I digress.
one more experiment, aimed at all those wonderful other peeps with
their absolutely wonderful sites.
Like the other wise man said ( people tell me he's more of a wise
guy ) , "On the other hand, we have other fingers"
you'll need a password before you can comment.
of course, I'll let you know what yer password is when you comment.
but you can comment incognito. like if you want to say stuff like
"dude !! you're the dude !!" and were too shy to do so, well
you can go ahead now
( though I can't figure out why one earth anyone'd ...,
but well , you can )
wal then, my dere peeps
Thank you !! & Come again !!
Thursday, August 25, 2005
apologies
to all those people with those wonderful sites
for me.
You will now need to be a registered user to comment.
Free speech is an ideal. Registration is free too.
ha ! I amaze myself
for me.
You will now need to be a registered user to comment.
Free speech is an ideal. Registration is free too.
ha ! I amaze myself
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Monday, August 22, 2005
grafiti
a J. Krishnamurti joke -
You may remember the story of how the devil and a friend of his were walking down the street, when they saw ahead of them a man stoop down and pick up something from the ground, look at it, and put it away in his pocket. The friend said to the devil, "What did that man pick up?" "He picked up a piece of Truth," said the devil. "That is a very bad business for you, then," said his friend. "Oh, not at all," the devil replied, "I am going to let him organize it."
You may remember the story of how the devil and a friend of his were walking down the street, when they saw ahead of them a man stoop down and pick up something from the ground, look at it, and put it away in his pocket. The friend said to the devil, "What did that man pick up?" "He picked up a piece of Truth," said the devil. "That is a very bad business for you, then," said his friend. "Oh, not at all," the devil replied, "I am going to let him organize it."
Saturday, August 20, 2005
Shoot the suits
http://money.cnn.com/2005/08/19/technology/techinvestor/lamonica/
isn't this what let Google walk all over Yahoo ?
I think the one thing keeping google what it is is that it's not run by suits.
v.v for Yahoo
Beware of suits !!
isn't this what let Google walk all over Yahoo ?
I think the one thing keeping google what it is is that it's not run by suits.
v.v for Yahoo
Beware of suits !!
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Monday, August 15, 2005
Saturday, August 13, 2005
a read
ZDNet's apology to Google for using google to pull data on Eric Shmidt
doesn't blogger.com fall within the google umbrella ?
doesn't blogger.com fall within the google umbrella ?
Thursday, August 11, 2005
they say
Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away.
- Philip K Dick
My cold too, it won't go away
I'll be back when it does
- Philip K Dick
My cold too, it won't go away
I'll be back when it does
Monday, August 08, 2005
wha...
why is the eternal divine
the hungry child waiting to be fed
the mother of knowledge
what,where,how is the trivia
which time almost always proves otherwise
the sisters of knowledge
when is a spine of history
the story past, and to be
how ? don't ask me, I don't really know ...
the hungry child waiting to be fed
the mother of knowledge
what,where,how is the trivia
which time almost always proves otherwise
the sisters of knowledge
when is a spine of history
the story past, and to be
how ? don't ask me, I don't really know ...
Sunday, August 07, 2005
oddly
trap it in a word
and watch it lose its meaning
slowly
or
leave it alone
and watch it dance away
or
forget about it
and know it come and sit on your shoulder
On a different note :
"plans that often come to naught
or half a page of scribbled lines "
- Pink Floyd in The Dark Side ofthe Moon
and watch it lose its meaning
slowly
or
leave it alone
and watch it dance away
or
forget about it
and know it come and sit on your shoulder
On a different note :
"plans that often come to naught
or half a page of scribbled lines "
- Pink Floyd in The Dark Side ofthe Moon
Saturday, August 06, 2005
shining
" the thweet light of enlightenment shineth brightetht on a Friday evening before thunthet.
but beware: it shineth not permanently "
Thus says the Book of Odds and Ends (or BOE ath it ith fondly known)
but beware: it shineth not permanently "
Thus says the Book of Odds and Ends (or BOE ath it ith fondly known)
Thursday, August 04, 2005
can't
seem to think of anything to say. Seem to have run out of .... wait, was it words ? nope
the speaking apparatus works excellently - it must be the other one - the one that supplies
the words that's not working. btw
'The meaning of liff' is a dictionary by Douglas Adams and can be found online. It consists of words that you always wanted and never had.
The 'Congo' book is a whole lot better than the movie.
William Gibson introduced the word 'cyberspace' and wrote his first few tales of hackers and cyber-punks on a typewriter - he hadn't, in all probability, seen
a computer at that time.
Ta then, off to search for a missing part
the speaking apparatus works excellently - it must be the other one - the one that supplies
the words that's not working. btw
'The meaning of liff' is a dictionary by Douglas Adams and can be found online. It consists of words that you always wanted and never had.
The 'Congo' book is a whole lot better than the movie.
William Gibson introduced the word 'cyberspace' and wrote his first few tales of hackers and cyber-punks on a typewriter - he hadn't, in all probability, seen
a computer at that time.
Ta then, off to search for a missing part
Saturday, July 30, 2005
stale
a copy of a copy of a copy
an image of an image of an image
a link to a link to a link
farther and farther without distance
"Curiouser and curiouser "
- Alice in Alice in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll
an image of an image of an image
a link to a link to a link
farther and farther without distance
"Curiouser and curiouser "
- Alice in Alice in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
floodwaters
Mumbai's got it now.
Daily routines are being put on hold.
A lot of people are lucky.
Hang in there , Mumbai !!!
Daily routines are being put on hold.
A lot of people are lucky.
Hang in there , Mumbai !!!
Monday, July 25, 2005
time
passes and some things are gone forever.
Like Selvam's Sura-omelette .
Sigh !!
people ought to get get together. that way,
someone will remember to tell you the story
you loved and forgot.
Like Selvam's Sura-omelette .
Sigh !!
people ought to get get together. that way,
someone will remember to tell you the story
you loved and forgot.
umm
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
from "If" by Rudyard Kipling
O.k, fine. I kinda get this. But what about Joy and Sorrow ?
are they imposters too ?
sisters maybe ?
And treat those two impostors just the same;
from "If" by Rudyard Kipling
O.k, fine. I kinda get this. But what about Joy and Sorrow ?
are they imposters too ?
sisters maybe ?
Saturday, July 23, 2005
purple/orange
The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
got to keep the loonies on the path
Brain Damage, The Dark Side of the moon, Pink Floyd
We've drunk the Soma, we've become the Gods
R.V 8 : 48 ( attributed to / paraphrased )
The past seems so good in retrospect, interesting even
The lunatic is on the grass
remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
got to keep the loonies on the path
Brain Damage, The Dark Side of the moon, Pink Floyd
We've drunk the Soma, we've become the Gods
R.V 8 : 48 ( attributed to / paraphrased )
The past seems so good in retrospect, interesting even
booksh
I bought
- Congo by Michael Crichton
- Pattern Recognition by William Gibson
for one buck each. That's right, ladies and germs,
one prancing, antler-shaking ,umm,
buckskin-jacketed buck each and I
wanted to tell someone.
I try on my roomie first.But by the time I get
past the part where I explain that Jurassic
Park is not just a movie but also a book, and that
its author, a rather splendid chap called Michael Crichton
had written other books, one of them being this one
called Congo ..
What ? Gongo ? what is that
I give up. I'd rather teach origami to my pet bamboo.
On a different note, my yahoo radio is playing
Dire Straits - Six blade knife
Waves of cold-warm/blue-green nostalgia break
on me and transport back to a small green room back
in college where the 'The DUHs' ( as our music troupe
named themselves ) used to practise.
- Congo by Michael Crichton
- Pattern Recognition by William Gibson
for one buck each. That's right, ladies and germs,
one prancing, antler-shaking ,umm,
buckskin-jacketed buck each and I
wanted to tell someone.
I try on my roomie first.But by the time I get
past the part where I explain that Jurassic
Park is not just a movie but also a book, and that
its author, a rather splendid chap called Michael Crichton
had written other books, one of them being this one
called Congo ..
What ? Gongo ? what is that
I give up. I'd rather teach origami to my pet bamboo.
On a different note, my yahoo radio is playing
Dire Straits - Six blade knife
Waves of cold-warm/blue-green nostalgia break
on me and transport back to a small green room back
in college where the 'The DUHs' ( as our music troupe
named themselves ) used to practise.
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
pay attention
The only rules that really matter are these: what a man can do and what a man can't do
Johnny Depp as
Jack Sparrow in
Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl
Johnny Depp as
Jack Sparrow in
Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl
trudging
across the expanse took more than a week.
Moving by night and sleeping by day, on
and on until the faint sounds of the river
reached his ears. But he knew the water
would be slightly salty ...
Moving by night and sleeping by day, on
and on until the faint sounds of the river
reached his ears. But he knew the water
would be slightly salty ...
Thursday, July 14, 2005
crowds
the less the people around , the more alone one is
the more the people around, the more lonely you are ?
the more the people around, the more lonely you are ?
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
ultima ratio regum
The Last Argument of Kings.
Louis XIV had it stamped onto the barrels of
all cannons forged during his reign
Trust in God, but keep your gunpowder dry (paraphrased)
attributed to Oliver Cromwell
Louis XIV had it stamped onto the barrels of
all cannons forged during his reign
Trust in God, but keep your gunpowder dry (paraphrased)
attributed to Oliver Cromwell
Sunday, July 10, 2005
blast
I crawl like a viper
through these suburban streets
Deacon Blues, Steely Dan
Hang in there, London !!
through these suburban streets
Deacon Blues, Steely Dan
Hang in there, London !!
Friday, July 08, 2005
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Tsunami girl
Update : Jul 9 :I am told ( see comment, thanks Albert!)
that this girl has been re-united with her family.
So please do nothing until further updates
I got an e-mail forward which said that
this girl turned up in a hospital in
Phuket after the tsunamis. She does not
remember her name or her parents' details.
The e-mail was looking for someone to
identify her, or pass on the word.
I don't know who to contact in case
someone does come forward with the
info.
Please pass this on , if you will,
thank you
that this girl has been re-united with her family.
So please do nothing until further updates
I got an e-mail forward which said that
this girl turned up in a hospital in
Phuket after the tsunamis. She does not
remember her name or her parents' details.
The e-mail was looking for someone to
identify her, or pass on the word.
I don't know who to contact in case
someone does come forward with the
info.
Please pass this on , if you will,
thank you
playing tag
been tagged again.
the movie thing first
1. Ghost in the Shell, Hostage, The Young Master ( a wonderful
Jackie Chan flick ), Monty Python and the Holy Grail, Mafia
(this is actually a game, but is as good as a movie, try it!!)
2. Last movie I bought : Monty Python ...
3. My Five : Mortal Kombat ,Vanishing Point, Last Action Hero,
Airheads,The Wind in the Willows (DD -a Sunday evening narration,
not a movie,strictly speaking )
4. I won't propogate a chain, this thread stops with me
onto the book thing then
1. books I bought : Soul of a new machine, The Hardy Boys, umm,
err, Tower Mystery ?, A collection of Asimov short stories,
Liar's Poker, Snow Crash ( didn't buy this one actually )
2. gifted ? A Clockwork Orange
3. books I read : 3 men in a boat, the dogs of war, Noble House,
His Last Bow (Holmes ), Liar's Poker
4. books that mean something to me
Wind in the Willows : my childhood pal
Louder and Funnier : a token definitive wodehouse, imho
The Sign of Four : a token definitive Holmes, imho
3 men in a boat : made me laugh at a time in life when I
was dangerously bored
Cryptomomicon/Surely you're joking Mr. Feynman ... ( can't decide
b/w the two )
and I forgot to add this ..
Adventures on Captain's Island, Adventures of Dennis, The Magic Carpet ...
*Can you fit the universe in a matchbox ? i doubt it... so
many books, so many authors, like friends scattered over an
infinite landscape of time, how many will I list here ? there's
not enough space in this margin anyway ...*
5. books I plan to read soon : Baba : Autography of a Blue-Eyed
Yogi ,or maybe Collapse/Guns,Germs,Steel or maybe Fight Club
6. like I said,I don't want to propogate a chain, so this thread
stops with me
That's all folks !!
the movie thing first
1. Ghost in the Shell, Hostage, The Young Master ( a wonderful
Jackie Chan flick ), Monty Python and the Holy Grail, Mafia
(this is actually a game, but is as good as a movie, try it!!)
2. Last movie I bought : Monty Python ...
3. My Five : Mortal Kombat ,Vanishing Point, Last Action Hero,
Airheads,The Wind in the Willows (DD -a Sunday evening narration,
not a movie,strictly speaking )
4. I won't propogate a chain, this thread stops with me
onto the book thing then
1. books I bought : Soul of a new machine, The Hardy Boys, umm,
err, Tower Mystery ?, A collection of Asimov short stories,
Liar's Poker, Snow Crash ( didn't buy this one actually )
2. gifted ? A Clockwork Orange
3. books I read : 3 men in a boat, the dogs of war, Noble House,
His Last Bow (Holmes ), Liar's Poker
4. books that mean something to me
Wind in the Willows : my childhood pal
Louder and Funnier : a token definitive wodehouse, imho
The Sign of Four : a token definitive Holmes, imho
3 men in a boat : made me laugh at a time in life when I
was dangerously bored
Cryptomomicon/Surely you're joking Mr. Feynman ... ( can't decide
b/w the two )
and I forgot to add this ..
Adventures on Captain's Island, Adventures of Dennis, The Magic Carpet ...
*Can you fit the universe in a matchbox ? i doubt it... so
many books, so many authors, like friends scattered over an
infinite landscape of time, how many will I list here ? there's
not enough space in this margin anyway ...*
5. books I plan to read soon : Baba : Autography of a Blue-Eyed
Yogi ,or maybe Collapse/Guns,Germs,Steel or maybe Fight Club
6. like I said,I don't want to propogate a chain, so this thread
stops with me
That's all folks !!
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
saw this on t.v
"Shark attack is a case of mistaken identity "
I thought sharks didn't take things personally.
This shark bit a guy's leg to ribbons. The doctor chopped it off.
The beaches have been re-opened now, but locals report that the
doctor was still spotted lurking ...
I thought sharks didn't take things personally.
This shark bit a guy's leg to ribbons. The doctor chopped it off.
The beaches have been re-opened now, but locals report that the
doctor was still spotted lurking ...
Sunday, July 03, 2005
Recipe - Onion Bask
Cut an onion into two ( err... ) halves .
place one half face down in a cup/katori which has
water lining its bottom and place in fridge.
overnight.
next day, take pan/kadai, heat till red hot.
splash the water in cup/katori on pan/kadai.
bask in the wonderful aroma.
Suggested uses :
- appetiser. seriously.
- use as substitute for daily practical joke - do an onion bask before toasting bread. serve bread with jam. answer queries with - what onions ?? you are dreaming things ..., are you sure you're ok ? what did you have yesterday ? etc etc
Disclaimer :
If you are a housewife/restaurant cook/gen. person using this technique for ages,
my humble apologies, I'm new to the kitchen.
place one half face down in a cup/katori which has
water lining its bottom and place in fridge.
overnight.
next day, take pan/kadai, heat till red hot.
splash the water in cup/katori on pan/kadai.
bask in the wonderful aroma.
Suggested uses :
- appetiser. seriously.
- use as substitute for daily practical joke - do an onion bask before toasting bread. serve bread with jam. answer queries with - what onions ?? you are dreaming things ..., are you sure you're ok ? what did you have yesterday ? etc etc
Disclaimer :
If you are a housewife/restaurant cook/gen. person using this technique for ages,
my humble apologies, I'm new to the kitchen.
Saturday, June 25, 2005
I saw today
red alarms and white alarms, screeching and squawking, white eyes blinking
boats on the roads, geese, grass, sunlight glinting off the pond
sunny outside, but it's cool here inside
and quiet too
boats on the roads, geese, grass, sunlight glinting off the pond
sunny outside, but it's cool here inside
and quiet too
as a child
I used to haunt our public library for this book, and
made sure I got my hands on it every summer holiday .
Oddly enough, the chapter I like best in the book I did
not even read, probably, the first five summers I got
the book. I only got down to it when I had polished off
all other chapters and made them lose their novelty.
And yes, I did get to it before I'd heard about Pink
Floyd.
made sure I got my hands on it every summer holiday .
Oddly enough, the chapter I like best in the book I did
not even read, probably, the first five summers I got
the book. I only got down to it when I had polished off
all other chapters and made them lose their novelty.
And yes, I did get to it before I'd heard about Pink
Floyd.
Monday, June 20, 2005
Monday, June 13, 2005
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Morpheus
I see it in your eyes. You have the look of a man who accepts what he sees because he is expecting to wake up. Ironically, that's not far from the truth. Do you believe in fate, Neo ?
Friday, June 03, 2005
tag
If you've been tagged, you answer the three questions like below and tag five others ...
If you're looking for missiles/guns to thulp people, Kraz has some he's not using ...
1. Movies I own ?
Snatch
Lock, Stock and two smoking barrels
2. Last film I bought ? Lock, stock and ...
3. My Five ?
- Fight Club
- The Matrix
- Amelie
- Pirates of the Caribbean: The curse of the Black Pearl
- Snatch
( these would be the colorful ones, of course, there're so many others .... 5 is too less )
4. Five 'it's ( and I'm playing it safe )
Sankar
Hima
Enjay
Sujith
Karfa
"You'll have to forgive me now!!"
He started it ...
If you're looking for missiles/guns to thulp people, Kraz has some he's not using ...
1. Movies I own ?
Snatch
Lock, Stock and two smoking barrels
2. Last film I bought ? Lock, stock and ...
3. My Five ?
- Fight Club
- The Matrix
- Amelie
- Pirates of the Caribbean: The curse of the Black Pearl
- Snatch
( these would be the colorful ones, of course, there're so many others .... 5 is too less )
4. Five 'it's ( and I'm playing it safe )
Sankar
Hima
Enjay
Sujith
Karfa
"You'll have to forgive me now!!"
He started it ...
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Friday, May 27, 2005
...
If there is someone like me
in the world, and I'm at one
end of the spectrum...
Couldn't there be someone
the opposite of me, at the
other end?
A person who can't be hurt
like the rest of us. A kind
of person they were talking
about in those stories.
Elijah, in Unbreakable
Only those who have worn the crown of
suffering can look upon that wondrous
light; and they, when they return, may
not speak of it, or tell the mystery
they know.
Jerome K Jerome, in Three men in a boat
in the world, and I'm at one
end of the spectrum...
Couldn't there be someone
the opposite of me, at the
other end?
A person who can't be hurt
like the rest of us. A kind
of person they were talking
about in those stories.
Elijah, in Unbreakable
Only those who have worn the crown of
suffering can look upon that wondrous
light; and they, when they return, may
not speak of it, or tell the mystery
they know.
Jerome K Jerome, in Three men in a boat
Monday, May 23, 2005
a long way
you've come a long way now. don't you want to go home ?
do you know where home is ? or do you ?
do you know where home is ? or do you ?
Saturday, May 21, 2005
Thursday, May 19, 2005
*chomp chomp*
sticky bun ???? who on earth would want a sticky bun ...
and *suspiciously* why is it sticky in the first place ?
and *suspiciously* why is it sticky in the first place ?
Friday, May 13, 2005
Friday, May 06, 2005
coming home
is when you start to find yourself.
when you abolutely find yourself, everything else melts away ...
and then comes back again to its earlier position, but
superficially.
you're home now.
Don't wait. start now.
and remember, to come home, you need to be out of home
when you abolutely find yourself, everything else melts away ...
and then comes back again to its earlier position, but
superficially.
you're home now.
Don't wait. start now.
and remember, to come home, you need to be out of home
Monday, May 02, 2005
It's called a changeover
The movie goes on and nobody in the audience has any idea
It's only after you've lost everything, that you're free to do anything
An entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables: slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing car and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy sh!# we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man--no purpose or place. We have no great war. No great depression. Our great war's a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars . . . but we won't. We're slowly learning that fact and we're very, very pissed off.
Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. And, I used to be such a nice guy.
Where is my mind .... ?
It's only after you've lost everything, that you're free to do anything
An entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables: slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing car and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy sh!# we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man--no purpose or place. We have no great war. No great depression. Our great war's a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars . . . but we won't. We're slowly learning that fact and we're very, very pissed off.
Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. And, I used to be such a nice guy.
Where is my mind .... ?
Monday, April 25, 2005
the problem with
the camel is that once you give him a bit of the tent,
he tends to think of the whole tent as his own.
This world is a disease. Solitude helps, when taken with green grass.
Sleep too.
Seen somewhere else -
"To understand recursion, you must first understand recursion".
neat, eh ?
another one -
Those who live by the sword, get shot by those who don't.
he tends to think of the whole tent as his own.
This world is a disease. Solitude helps, when taken with green grass.
Sleep too.
Seen somewhere else -
"To understand recursion, you must first understand recursion".
neat, eh ?
another one -
Those who live by the sword, get shot by those who don't.
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Robert Ludlum
passed away in March 2001.
Looking at the website, I think I'll miss him more than I thought I would.
Looking at the website, I think I'll miss him more than I thought I would.
Sunday, April 03, 2005
...
- x - x - x-
hide in the shadows
and await defeat
or live by the sword
and choose to be free
from ...
The Disintegrators, Megadeth, Cryptic Writings
- x - x - x-
Cast a cold eye
On life, on death.
Horseman, pass by!
- Yeats, on his tombstone
- x - x - x-
hide in the shadows
and await defeat
or live by the sword
and choose to be free
from ...
The Disintegrators, Megadeth, Cryptic Writings
- x - x - x-
Cast a cold eye
On life, on death.
Horseman, pass by!
- Yeats, on his tombstone
- x - x - x-
Monday, March 21, 2005
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
and he slumbered on
not knowing that Spring was
tickling the winter'd grass
nudging awake the trees and
the Sky had started wearing
her best blue ...
tickling the winter'd grass
nudging awake the trees and
the Sky had started wearing
her best blue ...
Monday, March 14, 2005
silent cold windy night
on my balcony miles away from home,
Kishore-da,O-Saathi-Re brings me back
in a jiffy
We used to call this selection of
songs 'dard-unlimited', works best
when mixed with alcohol ( or,
maybe not, as I just
realized )
raath hai khwab ki
the nights of wonder
Thank God for them
Kishore-da,O-Saathi-Re brings me back
in a jiffy
We used to call this selection of
songs 'dard-unlimited', works best
when mixed with alcohol ( or,
maybe not, as I just
realized )
raath hai khwab ki
the nights of wonder
Thank God for them
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
aside
"He who runs away, lives to fight another day "
- 36th of the ancient chinese strategies
"He who runs away, lives to run away another day"
- Jar Jar Binks, The Phantom Menace
- 36th of the ancient chinese strategies
"He who runs away, lives to run away another day"
- Jar Jar Binks, The Phantom Menace
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
the beginning of winter
first there's "can't-wait-for-it-to-happen"
then comes "it's-happening-but-it's-gonna-end-someday-sob-sniff"
then comes "am-not-getting-into-it-it-never-lasts"
then comes the winter.
The best laid plans o' mice and men gang aft agley. I think I'll go back to watching T.V.
then comes "it's-happening-but-it's-gonna-end-someday-sob-sniff"
then comes "am-not-getting-into-it-it-never-lasts"
then comes the winter.
The best laid plans o' mice and men gang aft agley. I think I'll go back to watching T.V.
Friday, February 25, 2005
Thursday, February 24, 2005
hmm
"Crito, I owe a cock to Asclepius; will you remember to pay the debt ?" — Last words of Socrates
this guy was smart, but don't try that with your credit card debt.
this guy was smart, but don't try that with your credit card debt.
10 Feb 2004
cried the other night,
I can't even say why
- Daysleeper , UP, R.E.M
I never thought I'd see the little monkey again.
On the shore of a blue sea sits a little town. It is untouched by the haste that seems to be the modern world's most popular invention, coconut trees and tile-roof houses adorn its face.
In one such house lives a little boy. The fiery fingers of the sun stroke the land but grimy aged tiles protect the boy playing in the hall beneath. In a shelf by the wall, large dusty bound volumes slumber undisturbed. The boy's father nurses a hope that one day the boy will read them all and discover them for the friends just as he did long ago, but for now, the boy is busy with his toy cars.
Outside, the streets are deceptively quiet . The coconut trees and other tall trees whose names I do not know nod importantly to each other, murmuring quietly in reply to the nudging breeze . Come evenings, kids come out of their homes, play their games and then swiftly disappear. Cable t.v is still a myth and evening play is still The Most Important Thing to Do.
In the morning, Mother, who is In-Charge-of-Goodies and Food , is busy in the kitchen so that Dad-who-knows-everything-and-also-happens-be-the-Strongest can go off to a far-off place for Work, in a Bus.And the little boy walks down to his school and the day gets underway, like the many others.
The shiny green leaves of the million new sprouts sing defiantlythe song of life, for it is Spring, and its hum is almost perceptible. Come sunset the blue sea sends breezes to cool off the people. The little boy sits in the verandah narrating his Oh-So-Important doings at school .
Then one day, the postman's visit portends a Relative's visit. The boy rushes home from school one day to find the Relative has arrived. With a Toy for him. Suddenly, the house glows with excitement as the little boy,enthused turns into a lttle monkeyand grow a tail. He then jumps all around the place driving the parents nuts, and becomes a little bundle of energy the mother despairs to control. The Relative is promptly given an old Gun and made to play Bad guy.
Mother and Father would haul the relative off to see The Beach, which was the town's only place-worth-seeing, apart from a Temple, which is a Must-Go the little monkey can't figure out why. Then one weekend, the family would troop off to the station and the the Relative would get into a train. And the little monkey would in vain try to keep the lump in his throat from reaching his eyes as the train pulls away.The father would hoist the little monkey onto his shoulders so that he could see the Relative wave until the train goes out of sight. They would then come back to an empty and silent house to begin another stretch of the mundane, and the tail would droop steadily and fall off and the little boy would be back again. And Time would roll on.
I now live in a big city away from home, working. People have come and gone, and all my friends are in places other than here doing their stuf while I do mine. Mother and Father are no more invincible beings of light and love. They're frail , afraid of old age, weak,lonely. Phones and the internet help, but there is always a gap left after each call. One gets used to the pushing-shoving face of life, becomes used to loneliness, even in a big city teeming with millions.One learns to ignore stuff for other stuff, and to call it focus. Learns to hunger for money.and fame.Things. And steadily forget the painfully happy memories of childhood.
But things do brighten up when a friend comes a-visiting, like one did this weekend. Then one also learns that making ginger-tea for just oneself is not so interesting as it is when one has cherished company. We talked late into the night. we discussed life and work and money and gyan and girls, and other pet things like kishore-da's music and millionaire-by-thirty schemes. We discussed old times and old people and the gags we'd pulled on them . And when we parted company and I waved goodbye and let myself back into my empty rented flat, for a moment I thought I could see that tail, see it droop ....
I can't even say why
- Daysleeper , UP, R.E.M
I never thought I'd see the little monkey again.
On the shore of a blue sea sits a little town. It is untouched by the haste that seems to be the modern world's most popular invention, coconut trees and tile-roof houses adorn its face.
In one such house lives a little boy. The fiery fingers of the sun stroke the land but grimy aged tiles protect the boy playing in the hall beneath. In a shelf by the wall, large dusty bound volumes slumber undisturbed. The boy's father nurses a hope that one day the boy will read them all and discover them for the friends just as he did long ago, but for now, the boy is busy with his toy cars.
Outside, the streets are deceptively quiet . The coconut trees and other tall trees whose names I do not know nod importantly to each other, murmuring quietly in reply to the nudging breeze . Come evenings, kids come out of their homes, play their games and then swiftly disappear. Cable t.v is still a myth and evening play is still The Most Important Thing to Do.
In the morning, Mother, who is In-Charge-of-Goodies and Food , is busy in the kitchen so that Dad-who-knows-everything-and-also-happens-be-the-Strongest can go off to a far-off place for Work, in a Bus.And the little boy walks down to his school and the day gets underway, like the many others.
The shiny green leaves of the million new sprouts sing defiantlythe song of life, for it is Spring, and its hum is almost perceptible. Come sunset the blue sea sends breezes to cool off the people. The little boy sits in the verandah narrating his Oh-So-Important doings at school .
Then one day, the postman's visit portends a Relative's visit. The boy rushes home from school one day to find the Relative has arrived. With a Toy for him. Suddenly, the house glows with excitement as the little boy,enthused turns into a lttle monkeyand grow a tail. He then jumps all around the place driving the parents nuts, and becomes a little bundle of energy the mother despairs to control. The Relative is promptly given an old Gun and made to play Bad guy.
Mother and Father would haul the relative off to see The Beach, which was the town's only place-worth-seeing, apart from a Temple, which is a Must-Go the little monkey can't figure out why. Then one weekend, the family would troop off to the station and the the Relative would get into a train. And the little monkey would in vain try to keep the lump in his throat from reaching his eyes as the train pulls away.The father would hoist the little monkey onto his shoulders so that he could see the Relative wave until the train goes out of sight. They would then come back to an empty and silent house to begin another stretch of the mundane, and the tail would droop steadily and fall off and the little boy would be back again. And Time would roll on.
I now live in a big city away from home, working. People have come and gone, and all my friends are in places other than here doing their stuf while I do mine. Mother and Father are no more invincible beings of light and love. They're frail , afraid of old age, weak,lonely. Phones and the internet help, but there is always a gap left after each call. One gets used to the pushing-shoving face of life, becomes used to loneliness, even in a big city teeming with millions.One learns to ignore stuff for other stuff, and to call it focus. Learns to hunger for money.and fame.Things. And steadily forget the painfully happy memories of childhood.
But things do brighten up when a friend comes a-visiting, like one did this weekend. Then one also learns that making ginger-tea for just oneself is not so interesting as it is when one has cherished company. We talked late into the night. we discussed life and work and money and gyan and girls, and other pet things like kishore-da's music and millionaire-by-thirty schemes. We discussed old times and old people and the gags we'd pulled on them . And when we parted company and I waved goodbye and let myself back into my empty rented flat, for a moment I thought I could see that tail, see it droop ....
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
it's twelve again
bright lights , grey roads, silent cars, chilly wind, white snow, blue skies ...
warm thoughts, dreams in gold, cold rooms
empty halls, bustling cubicles, ticking clocks, black coffee, junk food ...
quiet lakes, sqawking geese
half-full days, half-empty parking lots, grey concrete, black tar, a lonely bridge, lonely trees ,
a solitary lamp-post and its pool of light ...
tired thoughts jaded hearts fresh eyes
midnight again Cinders, time to go
warm thoughts, dreams in gold, cold rooms
empty halls, bustling cubicles, ticking clocks, black coffee, junk food ...
quiet lakes, sqawking geese
half-full days, half-empty parking lots, grey concrete, black tar, a lonely bridge, lonely trees ,
a solitary lamp-post and its pool of light ...
tired thoughts jaded hearts fresh eyes
midnight again Cinders, time to go
the universe abounds in beautiful things
laid to waste by those who are supposed to be the guardians...
"Ernest Hemingway once wrote, "The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part."
- Morgan Freeman as 'William Somerset' in "Seven"
( the film's closing line,actually )
"Ernest Hemingway once wrote, "The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part."
- Morgan Freeman as 'William Somerset' in "Seven"
( the film's closing line,actually )
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
a copy of a copy of a copy
is still relevant today.
"The condition of man is already close to satiety and arrogance, and there is danger of destruction of everything in existence."- a Brahmin to Onesicritus, 327 BC, reported in Strabo's Geography
The time is ripe for the birth of a "Second Foundation" ...
"The condition of man is already close to satiety and arrogance, and there is danger of destruction of everything in existence."- a Brahmin to Onesicritus, 327 BC, reported in Strabo's Geography
The time is ripe for the birth of a "Second Foundation" ...
Saturday, February 05, 2005
the Tao that can be spoken of ....
is not the true Tao :
but it certainly does get spoken about a lot, doesn't it ... ?
mysterious are its ways ....
but it certainly does get spoken about a lot, doesn't it ... ?
mysterious are its ways ....
Thursday, February 03, 2005
alice .....
wandering up and down, and trying turn afterturn, but always coming back to the house, do what she would
Monday, January 31, 2005
fade
... as a weakness steals over the land, taking in its fold the gold of the setting sun and turning it liquid, rendering invisible all but the dark of the trees and hills and dulling the sparkle of the water taking the wrinkles out of it, as the silence rings its bells and the leaves murmur and nod off, and the wind rustles as it exits the scene, twilight rears its head, serene and void, and promises to end all that her sister, the dawn, has wrought.and one leaf stirs, and tries to fight the sleep, for how long it knows not,but stay awake it must, for it wants to catch a dream in play ...