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.

black

I want to crawl into a hole and drag it in behind me

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 ...

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 ?

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.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

clash




















if you wish for peace, prepare for war


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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

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.

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Tuesday, September 13, 2005

keep moving

and you'll end up lost

singularity

Science fiction isn't
The Singularity is near

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

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.

Friday, September 09, 2005

late, as usual

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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
















think again !!

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Thursday, September 01, 2005

evening

rain drenches me
the tears of a thousand
gods a-crying