I finally got a cd writer. Now i will be able to rescue my computer from the excesses of virtual memory that I have dumped on it.
You know the saying, you will appreciate the full worth of something only when you are threatened with its loss? Well, interestingly and disturbingly, as I watched the computer person dissect my computer, it dawned on me just how much I love it. It was like watching someone operating on a loved one. I winced everytime he removed a part. And I forceably suppressed a sigh when he put in the writer and closed up the pc (? is that what its called? my knowledge of technical terms is not extensive by any stretch of imagination).
Which brings me to a related question. Is it wrong that we are now as attached to electronic media as we might be to a pet? That we would miss our computers as much as we would miss a departed friend? Or is it simply evidence of our sophistication? Is our emotional detachment from the human aspects of our life of no consequence?(by emotional detachment I am refering to extreme cases in which the subject lives and breathes virtual reality). Though a growing cause for concern, I think it is merely a side-effect of the life we all strive for. A life of sophistication, information, globalisation. It was bound to happen. One cannot be expected to give up an ideal to avoid a side-effect. Especially since it is an ideal that cannot be modified, a packaged deal; the addiction is a necessary part of it.
Another interesting thought...this could be (or perhaps already is) a potential source of income for psychologists. Not to mention philosophers (sardonic grin).
Essentially, as computers take over the planet, we will be sucked deeper and deeper into a world as wide as a plasma screen. Where the living and breathing will be pictures and downloadable media.
Dadadadaaaaaaaan.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Saturday, April 22, 2006
Troy
Once again, it is 1:00 am, and I have just finished watching another "classic". Only this time, instead of screaming men, dwarves, hobbits, elves, trees and other miscellaneous creatures, I watched screaming men only (quite good-looking ones I might add) for around 3 hours. This is perhaps the 3rd time I have watched Troy. The first two times were great. I came away singing praises in the name of all things associated with Eric Bana (who played Hector). But somehow, this time, it failed to impress me.
Basically, the movie is about an epic fight between Greece and Troy. The battle of of all battles. Fought over the hand of the most beautiful woman in the world, Helen. Helen is the wife of the Greek king's brother. She runs away with the handsome playboy prince of Troy, Paris (played by Orlando Bloom). So, obviously, Greece goes to Troy to bring her back, and in the process, to add Troy to their vast empire. But to defeat the Trojans, they need the greatest warrior in known world, Achilles, who is played by none other than.....Brad Pitt. So, for all practical purposes, Achilles leads the Greeks into war against the Trojans who are lead by Hector; warrior prince and heir to the throne of Troy....confusing?
Which brings me to the actors. My favorite character by far was Hector. I think it is commendable the way Eric Bana managed to maintain his sex-appeal even while delivering all those cheezy dialogues. Hector had my sympathy and admiration through the whole movie. Achilles, Brad Pitt's character, only managed to give me an overpowering urge to reach into the tv screen and whack him over the head. Achilles is supposed to be the hero...someone the audience roots for. Apart from trying but failing utterly to talk in a British accent, Brad wears only one expression throughout the entire movie, and it isn't even a good one. Paris was simpering, and talked in a nauseatingly affected manner, but that was the way the character was supposed to be, and I think Orlando Bloom did a good job with that.
Ok..outstanding moments..well, there weren't too many. But I particularly liked the conversation between King Priam(of Troy), played by Peter O' Toole, and Achilles. Also, Priam's expression when he sees Troy burning and when he is stabbed to death by Agemmemnon, the Greek king. Hell, I loved all the Priam moments. But the best part was at the very end. With the background of a haunting, soulful Arabic mourning song, the following was said...
....let it be said that I lived in the time of Hector.......
....let it be said...that I lived in the time...of Achilles.
Basically, the movie is about an epic fight between Greece and Troy. The battle of of all battles. Fought over the hand of the most beautiful woman in the world, Helen. Helen is the wife of the Greek king's brother. She runs away with the handsome playboy prince of Troy, Paris (played by Orlando Bloom). So, obviously, Greece goes to Troy to bring her back, and in the process, to add Troy to their vast empire. But to defeat the Trojans, they need the greatest warrior in known world, Achilles, who is played by none other than.....Brad Pitt. So, for all practical purposes, Achilles leads the Greeks into war against the Trojans who are lead by Hector; warrior prince and heir to the throne of Troy....confusing?
Which brings me to the actors. My favorite character by far was Hector. I think it is commendable the way Eric Bana managed to maintain his sex-appeal even while delivering all those cheezy dialogues. Hector had my sympathy and admiration through the whole movie. Achilles, Brad Pitt's character, only managed to give me an overpowering urge to reach into the tv screen and whack him over the head. Achilles is supposed to be the hero...someone the audience roots for. Apart from trying but failing utterly to talk in a British accent, Brad wears only one expression throughout the entire movie, and it isn't even a good one. Paris was simpering, and talked in a nauseatingly affected manner, but that was the way the character was supposed to be, and I think Orlando Bloom did a good job with that.
Ok..outstanding moments..well, there weren't too many. But I particularly liked the conversation between King Priam(of Troy), played by Peter O' Toole, and Achilles. Also, Priam's expression when he sees Troy burning and when he is stabbed to death by Agemmemnon, the Greek king. Hell, I loved all the Priam moments. But the best part was at the very end. With the background of a haunting, soulful Arabic mourning song, the following was said...
....let it be said that I lived in the time of Hector.......
....let it be said...that I lived in the time...of Achilles.
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Bloody Dialects!
I find it very interesting how the same emotion is expressed in so many different ways in different places. For example, and unpleasant surprise in..
England it's Bloody Hell!
US it's Oh crap! or God!
India its invariably Shit!
In Italy it's Mama mia...(My mother) and so on.
The wierd habit of insulting people with refences to their blood...in what context i don't know, has of late been of interest to me. Presumably the amount that covers their exterior, but I can't be sure. I mean, how is that supposed to be offensive? Bloody idiot. In my book, being called an idiot would be offensive. But the prefix.....not so much.
England it's Bloody Hell!
US it's Oh crap! or God!
India its invariably Shit!
In Italy it's Mama mia...(My mother) and so on.
The wierd habit of insulting people with refences to their blood...in what context i don't know, has of late been of interest to me. Presumably the amount that covers their exterior, but I can't be sure. I mean, how is that supposed to be offensive? Bloody idiot. In my book, being called an idiot would be offensive. But the prefix.....not so much.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
For those who procrastinate as often as I
The World Spins Madly On
by The Weepies
I woke up and wished that I was dead
With an aching in my head
I lay motionless in bed
I thought of you
And where you’d gone
Let the world spin madly on
And everything that I’d said I’d do
Like make the world brand new
And take the time for you
Just got lost
And stepped right through the dawn
And the world spins madly on.
And I let the day go round
And I always say good bye
I watch the stars from my windowsill
The whole world is moving
and I’m standing still
I woke up and wished that I was dead
With an aching in my head
I lay motionless in bed
The night is here
And the day is gone
And the world spins madly on
Thought of you
And where you’d gone
And the world spins madly on
by The Weepies
I woke up and wished that I was dead
With an aching in my head
I lay motionless in bed
I thought of you
And where you’d gone
Let the world spin madly on
And everything that I’d said I’d do
Like make the world brand new
And take the time for you
Just got lost
And stepped right through the dawn
And the world spins madly on.
And I let the day go round
And I always say good bye
I watch the stars from my windowsill
The whole world is moving
and I’m standing still
I woke up and wished that I was dead
With an aching in my head
I lay motionless in bed
The night is here
And the day is gone
And the world spins madly on
Thought of you
And where you’d gone
And the world spins madly on
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Before you die music updates
good morning! im arundhati murthy and here are today's music updates...
forty foot echo - drift
smashmouth - peace frog
modest mouse - the ocean breathes salty, 3rd planet
jason mraz - 0% interest
the weepies - world spins madly
carlos santana - just feel better
zero 7 - destiny
thank you for looking at today's music updates. this is arundhati murthy for random thoughts.
forty foot echo - drift
smashmouth - peace frog
modest mouse - the ocean breathes salty, 3rd planet
jason mraz - 0% interest
the weepies - world spins madly
carlos santana - just feel better
zero 7 - destiny
thank you for looking at today's music updates. this is arundhati murthy for random thoughts.
Monday, April 17, 2006
The Lord of the Snores
It's 1 in the morning and I just finished watching the third part of The Lord of the Rings Trilogy. I'd just like to say, that it may be a little slow watching the first 100 hours of the Lord of the Rings; your eyes may slide out of focus and you may start to drool a little...but towards the end of the 789th hour, things actually start to pick up. For me, the most outstanding moment was when the ring finally drops into the fires of Mordor. It symbolises how ultimately evil catches up with itself; it burns in the fires of a self-made inferno.
But seriously, this thing won a record-breaking 12(?) oscars. I mean, sure, the elf-princess looked a little cross-eyed, not to mention retarded, Frodo was made out to be some sort of glorified Achilles towards the end, and the humour was...well...let's just say that I have made better jokes than that. But all in all a good movie. Although if I had to pick between the book and the movie, I would pick the book every time.
And now, I'm sitting here and wondering why I took so long to make another post. I typically have a new one up atleast every other day. And I realize that its become a chore to make myself think of new things to write about. That suddenly, the neverending source from which I draw my sarcasm seems to be running out....maybe I should discontinue this blog? Gasp! Think not such treasonous thoughts my young friend. Do you not see yon light that shineth so brightly? Take hope in the novelty of a new day. Let that light shine apon you like a beacon of divinity that it may strengthen your weary mind and .....ok that's enough. For those of you who didn't get the satire, that was a play on the dialogues from The Lord of the Rings.
Haha! You thought you could actually escape my daily (almost) incomprehensible humour? NEVER!
But seriously, this thing won a record-breaking 12(?) oscars. I mean, sure, the elf-princess looked a little cross-eyed, not to mention retarded, Frodo was made out to be some sort of glorified Achilles towards the end, and the humour was...well...let's just say that I have made better jokes than that. But all in all a good movie. Although if I had to pick between the book and the movie, I would pick the book every time.
And now, I'm sitting here and wondering why I took so long to make another post. I typically have a new one up atleast every other day. And I realize that its become a chore to make myself think of new things to write about. That suddenly, the neverending source from which I draw my sarcasm seems to be running out....maybe I should discontinue this blog? Gasp! Think not such treasonous thoughts my young friend. Do you not see yon light that shineth so brightly? Take hope in the novelty of a new day. Let that light shine apon you like a beacon of divinity that it may strengthen your weary mind and .....ok that's enough. For those of you who didn't get the satire, that was a play on the dialogues from The Lord of the Rings.
Haha! You thought you could actually escape my daily (almost) incomprehensible humour? NEVER!
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
The Kite Runner
Written by Khaled Hosseini, spread over a span of 35 years, The Kite Runner is about the life of Amir, a young Afghan. Young, motherless Amir longs for his father's affection. In an attempt to finally win his father's approval, he enters a kite-flying contest. Aided by his Hazara friend, Hasan, Amir wins. But that day is the day when Amir and Hassan's lives are to change forever. For that is the day when they comes face to face with evil, and leave childhood behind.
The Russians invade Afghanistan and Amir and his father flee to America. But the memory of what occured on that fateful day continues to haunt Amir untill he returns to Afghanistan to face his fears.
Through the eyes of a spectator, Hosseini tells a tale of betrayal, guilt, love and redemption. He strikes a perfect balance between fact and emotion. He describes the socio-economic conditions in Afghanistan by example rather than directly. I admire his direct approach to the ugly side of human nature. I especially liked his interpretation of the Taliban - the fanatics and extreme patriots.
An awesome book - a real page turner. While reading it one experiences a depth of emotion similar to that felt while watching RDB. It will bring a lump to your throat, tears to your eyes, and a smile to your face. A tremendous story.
The Russians invade Afghanistan and Amir and his father flee to America. But the memory of what occured on that fateful day continues to haunt Amir untill he returns to Afghanistan to face his fears.
Through the eyes of a spectator, Hosseini tells a tale of betrayal, guilt, love and redemption. He strikes a perfect balance between fact and emotion. He describes the socio-economic conditions in Afghanistan by example rather than directly. I admire his direct approach to the ugly side of human nature. I especially liked his interpretation of the Taliban - the fanatics and extreme patriots.
An awesome book - a real page turner. While reading it one experiences a depth of emotion similar to that felt while watching RDB. It will bring a lump to your throat, tears to your eyes, and a smile to your face. A tremendous story.
Friday, April 07, 2006
Trivial Ambiguities
There are a few things that confuse me.
Like where Aditi fits in the equation of divine geaneology. Aditi is supposed to be the mother of Hema, and the father of the Gods...which means that Hema is the Gods' first cousin and Aditi is Hema's uncle. So it follows that Aditi is her own brother...or sister depending on where you're starting from.
And apparently, she's married to the mother of the asuras who's gender is as yet undecided. So that makes the poor demon mater Hema's uncle, aunt, step-mother and step-father. Like-wise the Gods.
.... Chari's educational qualifications. She is supposed to have passed her MSc but she's incapable of doing 12th standard physics. She can't teach. She can't control the class. She can't even buy opaque blouses.
.... the school bus timings. Theoretically, the buses are supposed to leave at 1:00 when our classes end. But today they were supposedly waiting on teachers who were still working in the Comp Lab. Teachers who neither came nor existed.
Like where Aditi fits in the equation of divine geaneology. Aditi is supposed to be the mother of Hema, and the father of the Gods...which means that Hema is the Gods' first cousin and Aditi is Hema's uncle. So it follows that Aditi is her own brother...or sister depending on where you're starting from.
And apparently, she's married to the mother of the asuras who's gender is as yet undecided. So that makes the poor demon mater Hema's uncle, aunt, step-mother and step-father. Like-wise the Gods.
.... Chari's educational qualifications. She is supposed to have passed her MSc but she's incapable of doing 12th standard physics. She can't teach. She can't control the class. She can't even buy opaque blouses.
.... the school bus timings. Theoretically, the buses are supposed to leave at 1:00 when our classes end. But today they were supposedly waiting on teachers who were still working in the Comp Lab. Teachers who neither came nor existed.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Not in the mood to really write...
....so I'm going to make one of my boring lists. But not music this time, I promise. I am going to make irrational comparisons between our teachers and other animals(notice the conspicuous use of the word "other".)
1. Bio Lady...reminds me soooo much of a grass hopper. Because she almost always dresses in some shade of green or brown and also because her eyes are always so cold.
2. Chari....a cow. If you tilt your head to one side and close one of your eyes, you can almost see her chewing cud.
3. Math Lady....a pumpkin. Don't ask me why. The list is supposed to be irrational.
Hmm...actually I can't really think of anything the Chem or English Ladies remind me of, so I'm gonna end the list here.
Oh, I have to share this with the world. It had me in splits (actually, it had me in seizures, I don't think I am physically capable of doing a split. I've tried and it hurt) when I first heard it(from, guess who? Tara.)
Apparently, a year or so ago, some rowdies started creating trouble in front of our school. I think one their wives who was working at Kumarans and had left him, or some such thing. Anyway, they started spewing out colloquial curse words like a fountain (which I think were aimed at our beloved and most revered principal) and started throwing stones at the walls and stuff. All of this went ignored untill it had attracted a sizable crowd of students who proceeded to cheer them on as a nation would cheer its freedom fighters. It was at this juncture that Sundherkantha stepped in. Like a bespectacled Mahatma, she came, hand raised in a gesture of peace...and one of the guys knocked out her teeth.
Hahaha. She wore a hanky tied around her head to cover the front of her mouth for a week after that. It used to flutter when she spoke. I had seen her during this bandit queen phase, and I had heard of the local uprising...but I hadn't known the two were connected till now.
1. Bio Lady...reminds me soooo much of a grass hopper. Because she almost always dresses in some shade of green or brown and also because her eyes are always so cold.
2. Chari....a cow. If you tilt your head to one side and close one of your eyes, you can almost see her chewing cud.
3. Math Lady....a pumpkin. Don't ask me why. The list is supposed to be irrational.
Hmm...actually I can't really think of anything the Chem or English Ladies remind me of, so I'm gonna end the list here.
Oh, I have to share this with the world. It had me in splits (actually, it had me in seizures, I don't think I am physically capable of doing a split. I've tried and it hurt) when I first heard it(from, guess who? Tara.)
Apparently, a year or so ago, some rowdies started creating trouble in front of our school. I think one their wives who was working at Kumarans and had left him, or some such thing. Anyway, they started spewing out colloquial curse words like a fountain (which I think were aimed at our beloved and most revered principal) and started throwing stones at the walls and stuff. All of this went ignored untill it had attracted a sizable crowd of students who proceeded to cheer them on as a nation would cheer its freedom fighters. It was at this juncture that Sundherkantha stepped in. Like a bespectacled Mahatma, she came, hand raised in a gesture of peace...and one of the guys knocked out her teeth.
Hahaha. She wore a hanky tied around her head to cover the front of her mouth for a week after that. It used to flutter when she spoke. I had seen her during this bandit queen phase, and I had heard of the local uprising...but I hadn't known the two were connected till now.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Typically American
Was looking for the lyrics of Numa Numa by Ozone, and I came across the English Translation. These were the comments that were written under it which i found hilarious. (Numa Numa is from the Chicken Little Soundtrack by the way.)
what the hell langugage was this in to begin with?
helloooo what language was it in its killing me
This song is in Romanian.
it is italian
tell me the lang.
plleeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssseeeeeeeeeee eee
is it spanish?
hey! i dont understand a bit also but i still like it.Its coooooooooL
PAKISTANI!!!!!
its in f***ing Romanian u mindless idots!!!!
Its Romaian my coaches are Romanian and yah its that
ITS ROMOANIAN!!!!!
**ROMANIAN
i really want this song downloaded. Anyone wanna help me out? lol
i downloaded it using iMesh
in spanish this song is call pluma pluma gay =S
i can sing the song for real i just dont feel like typing it up on here -_-’
^_^ i totaly love the song!
What ever language its in its still fucking brill!
ITS GERMAN RETARDS I TAKE GERMAN
i heard dis song before. wit da fat dude singing
i heard dis be4 wit da fat dude singing
fat dude
btw, its roman dudes
Who sing this song
ITS FUKIN KILLING ME WHO SINGS THIS!!!!!!!
WHATS THE ARTISTS NAME!!
O ZONE AND THEY ARE ROMANIAN..YOU ALL ARE RETARDED!
what the hell langugage was this in to begin with?
helloooo what language was it in its killing me
This song is in Romanian.
it is italian
tell me the lang.
plleeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssseeeeeeeeeee eee
is it spanish?
hey! i dont understand a bit also but i still like it.Its coooooooooL
PAKISTANI!!!!!
its in f***ing Romanian u mindless idots!!!!
Its Romaian my coaches are Romanian and yah its that
ITS ROMOANIAN!!!!!
**ROMANIAN
i really want this song downloaded. Anyone wanna help me out? lol
i downloaded it using iMesh
in spanish this song is call pluma pluma gay =S
i can sing the song for real i just dont feel like typing it up on here -_-’
^_^ i totaly love the song!
What ever language its in its still fucking brill!
ITS GERMAN RETARDS I TAKE GERMAN
i heard dis song before. wit da fat dude singing
i heard dis be4 wit da fat dude singing
fat dude
btw, its roman dudes
Who sing this song
ITS FUKIN KILLING ME WHO SINGS THIS!!!!!!!
WHATS THE ARTISTS NAME!!
O ZONE AND THEY ARE ROMANIAN..YOU ALL ARE RETARDED!
Friday, March 31, 2006
And I quote...
from this reeeeaallly awesome episode of One Tree Hill. I swear, I love these lines. I know I've sent this to everyone I know already, but they are just so meaningful. It's what they say in the background when Jimmy shoots himself and Dan shoots Keith.
Does this darkness have a name?
this cruelty, this hatred?
How did it find us?
Did it steal into our lives?
Or did we seek it out and embrace it?
What happened to us?
That we now send children into the world like we send young men to war,
hoping for their safe return,but knowing that some will be lost along the way.
When did we lose our way?
Consumed by the shadows, swallowed whole by the darkness.
Does this darkness have a name?
Is it your name?
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Human Greatness
Martin Luther King, Gandhi, Beethoven...these are names that inspire. When you hear their stories; their pain, their suffering, and how in the face of so much adversity, they overcame, you cannot help but bow to their greatness. But these names, and so many others, are but names in a book of history. In this world of rage and apathy, are there still those to whom we can look up in awe? Is there someone who can inspire a people ruled by the gods of marijuana and alcohol?
Human greatness is supposed to be a reason for us to believe again. A tiny light in a in a sea of futility and despair. It is now, however, simply a product of commercialism.
Today, you are what the media makes you. You are as great as the products you endorse. Wanna feel as great as Scholes? Wear Nike. Yeah dude, like..just do it and stuff. Yeah, Lance Armstrong's my idol, man. I wear a Livestrong band.
That's our tribute to human greatness. Creating and propogating a lifestyle.
Human greatness is supposed to be a reason for us to believe again. A tiny light in a in a sea of futility and despair. It is now, however, simply a product of commercialism.
Today, you are what the media makes you. You are as great as the products you endorse. Wanna feel as great as Scholes? Wear Nike. Yeah dude, like..just do it and stuff. Yeah, Lance Armstrong's my idol, man. I wear a Livestrong band.
That's our tribute to human greatness. Creating and propogating a lifestyle.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Successfully Spliced
The chains that bound me to my chair were stronger than iron, my very essence throbbed with the futility of escape, and try as I may to ignore them, the horrid faux eyebrows caught my eyes and held them in a vice-like grip. I was stuck in the physics lab for another hour....
But let's not waste time on mere details. I have been advised by many to learn the art of separating the essentials from the irrelevant. Indeed, my mother tells me often enough that everything I claim to need is irrelevant...but again, I digress. This is a summary of the most significant of today's events in chronological order.
But let's not waste time on mere details. I have been advised by many to learn the art of separating the essentials from the irrelevant. Indeed, my mother tells me often enough that everything I claim to need is irrelevant...but again, I digress. This is a summary of the most significant of today's events in chronological order.
(none)
OK. That was relatively easy. My life expressed in a word. But more on that later. Now, I would like to make a few additions to my must listen to music list. They are as follows...
Love is only a feeling - The Darkness
Jesus of Suburbia - Green Day
Africa - Toto
And for those of you who may be interested, which I am guessing is no one, a new OTH episode will be showing today. The entire town reverberates with the deaths of Keith and Jimmy.
That was the episode summarized in a sentence...I am improving!
until next time...
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Friday, March 24, 2006
The Day the Music Died
Music...real music is an abstract projection of human life. Alot of people think that the kind of music I like is crap. But I think GOOD music, is something that brings out your most primitive emotions. Just listening to it will make you smile, or make you feel empty, or make you ache. Sure, Linkin Park and Guns and Roses and similar bands make COOL music. But those songs never make me suddenly feel free carefree, like The Remedy..or make my hair stand on end like Unwell...or make my throat clench and fill me with an inexplicable sadness like Yesterday.
Dunno why I'm writing this really...I guess I just really want to share that feeling. The feeling you get when you fall in love with music. When it becomes more than a tune and some lyrics. When it becomes a sort of concentrated emotion. I was just listening to Norah Jones..and well, you will probably laugh, but I just got that feeling again and I felt like I had to write about it...
I really hope you find it.
Here's the song I was listening to. It's called Nightingale by Norah Jones.
Nightingale
Sing us a song
Of a love that once belonged
Nightingale
Tell me your tale
Was your journey far too long?
Does it seem like I'm looking for an answer
To a question I can't ask
I don't know which way the feather falls
Or if I should blow it to the left
All the voices that are spinnin' around me
Trying to tell me what to say
Can I fly right behind you
And you can take me away
Dunno why I'm writing this really...I guess I just really want to share that feeling. The feeling you get when you fall in love with music. When it becomes more than a tune and some lyrics. When it becomes a sort of concentrated emotion. I was just listening to Norah Jones..and well, you will probably laugh, but I just got that feeling again and I felt like I had to write about it...
I really hope you find it.
Here's the song I was listening to. It's called Nightingale by Norah Jones.
Nightingale
Sing us a song
Of a love that once belonged
Nightingale
Tell me your tale
Was your journey far too long?
Does it seem like I'm looking for an answer
To a question I can't ask
I don't know which way the feather falls
Or if I should blow it to the left
All the voices that are spinnin' around me
Trying to tell me what to say
Can I fly right behind you
And you can take me away
Thursday, March 23, 2006
A Five-sided Farce
I don't really have a good picture of all of us to put up here (don't think the stupid thing would work even if I did). But I think I can safely say that most of you that read this would have seen us and know reasonably well what we look like.
So..let's go in alphabetical order(which I think is soo much better that what the Von Trappe family did, I mean, numbering children? There is something seriously wrong with that sort of psyche...so does that mean that roll numbers are proof that the educational establishment is deranged?).
Aditi...wow, I really admire this girl. She's just so dedicated to what she does. She knows exactly who she is and what she is about. She would never change for anyone or anything. There's something very stable, constant about Aditi (this obviously excludes the times when her mind unhinges and she proceeds to have apopoleptic seizures over the simplest of rhyming words..let me give you an example...dum and bum..). Unfortunately she also seems to obtain a particular pleasure in projecting liquids from various parts of her face onto innocent bystanders ; milk through her nose, water through her mouth, there was even an instance of tomato soup.
Hema...you know, I have always nurtured a very small feeling of jealousy for Hema. She's got it all. Brains, and alot at that, looks (please don't take this the wrong way), talent, and she is inspite of all this, in contradiction to popular stereotype, an extremely nice person. She's a romantic at heart, like me. She also has astonishing emotional volatility. She will be laughing her head off one minute and be crying the next (this is FYI, mostly in theatres, don't get the wrong idea..). Seriously, they should do a research project on it or something on it..
Tara...she's the glue that holds this dysfunctional group together. She's the one you go to when your feeling down. I think three-fourth of the time we spend together goes into laughing at her jokes. She just has this natural affinity towards people. Wherever she goes, she unconciously draws a crowd. It's like she just has to look at people and they're her best friends. I don't know what it is she uses, but she should bottle it and sell it.
Vasudha...she and I go back a long way. A long, rather emabarrassing way, that would best be forgotten, but none the less. We've sat together in the bus for 6 years. And the best part about that is, there is never any need for forced conversations or uncomfortable silences. I'm not a very conversational person at the best of times and she understands that, and accepts it without judgement. She's the one I make up silly stories with, and bitch about, certain people I would rather not name, with. Our latest venture has been "The adventures of Pretty Girl and Dream Boy" and its sequel, "The further adventures of Pretty Girl and Dream Boy".
We all hate each other, which is I think, the reason why we love each other so much (no I'm not crazy). Some of my best memories in the school have been with these four. So I guess, this is for you guys...don't know what I would do without you. I love you all so much.
So..let's go in alphabetical order(which I think is soo much better that what the Von Trappe family did, I mean, numbering children? There is something seriously wrong with that sort of psyche...so does that mean that roll numbers are proof that the educational establishment is deranged?).
Aditi...wow, I really admire this girl. She's just so dedicated to what she does. She knows exactly who she is and what she is about. She would never change for anyone or anything. There's something very stable, constant about Aditi (this obviously excludes the times when her mind unhinges and she proceeds to have apopoleptic seizures over the simplest of rhyming words..let me give you an example...dum and bum..). Unfortunately she also seems to obtain a particular pleasure in projecting liquids from various parts of her face onto innocent bystanders ; milk through her nose, water through her mouth, there was even an instance of tomato soup.
Hema...you know, I have always nurtured a very small feeling of jealousy for Hema. She's got it all. Brains, and alot at that, looks (please don't take this the wrong way), talent, and she is inspite of all this, in contradiction to popular stereotype, an extremely nice person. She's a romantic at heart, like me. She also has astonishing emotional volatility. She will be laughing her head off one minute and be crying the next (this is FYI, mostly in theatres, don't get the wrong idea..). Seriously, they should do a research project on it or something on it..
Tara...she's the glue that holds this dysfunctional group together. She's the one you go to when your feeling down. I think three-fourth of the time we spend together goes into laughing at her jokes. She just has this natural affinity towards people. Wherever she goes, she unconciously draws a crowd. It's like she just has to look at people and they're her best friends. I don't know what it is she uses, but she should bottle it and sell it.
Vasudha...she and I go back a long way. A long, rather emabarrassing way, that would best be forgotten, but none the less. We've sat together in the bus for 6 years. And the best part about that is, there is never any need for forced conversations or uncomfortable silences. I'm not a very conversational person at the best of times and she understands that, and accepts it without judgement. She's the one I make up silly stories with, and bitch about, certain people I would rather not name, with. Our latest venture has been "The adventures of Pretty Girl and Dream Boy" and its sequel, "The further adventures of Pretty Girl and Dream Boy".
We all hate each other, which is I think, the reason why we love each other so much (no I'm not crazy). Some of my best memories in the school have been with these four. So I guess, this is for you guys...don't know what I would do without you. I love you all so much.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Kumarans sucks?
Kumar recently posted an article on the general worthlessness of Kumarans. The long and short of it was this - we are paying the school to kick us out of classes and threaten us with expulsion.We shouldn't take all that crap. We should emulate rang de basanti and rebel.
With all due respect, I beg to differ. Our school's management is based on the principle of profit and loss. Their system, when broken down into black and white, is simple. We pay them for quality education, and we expect to see results. Now, if students refuse to co-operate in class, they won't learn. If they don't learn, they won't get results. If they don't get results, they would lose their customers, namely, our parents. Consumers aren't interested in the reason for the school's failure to teach their children. What they are interested in, is whether or not their child is finally performing or not. And if Kumarans cannot meet their demands, they will find another school that can.
No one who has been in one of our classes can honestly say that there is no need to threaten us to make us settle down and listen. At the end of the day, the school is just trying to do what they are paid to do. Make us learn.
As to the reason why we pay them...it's simple. As long as they're giving us what we want, we will continue to pay them. As soon as they stop, we will too.
It's nothing personal KR. This is just the way I see it.
With all due respect, I beg to differ. Our school's management is based on the principle of profit and loss. Their system, when broken down into black and white, is simple. We pay them for quality education, and we expect to see results. Now, if students refuse to co-operate in class, they won't learn. If they don't learn, they won't get results. If they don't get results, they would lose their customers, namely, our parents. Consumers aren't interested in the reason for the school's failure to teach their children. What they are interested in, is whether or not their child is finally performing or not. And if Kumarans cannot meet their demands, they will find another school that can.
No one who has been in one of our classes can honestly say that there is no need to threaten us to make us settle down and listen. At the end of the day, the school is just trying to do what they are paid to do. Make us learn.
As to the reason why we pay them...it's simple. As long as they're giving us what we want, we will continue to pay them. As soon as they stop, we will too.
It's nothing personal KR. This is just the way I see it.
Humour, ripped and burned
Here are some funny quotes. Aditi, you'll love this..
I will not eat oysters. I want my food dead. Not sick -- not wounded -- dead."
Woody Allen
"I love children, especially when they cry, for then someone takes them away."
Nancy Mitford
"Never raise your hands to your kids. It leaves your groin unprotected."
Red Buttons
"A child of five would understand this. Send someone to fetch a child of five."
Groucho Marx
"If only God would give me some clear sign! Like making a large deposit in my name in a Swiss bank."
Woody Allen
"I tended to place my wife under a pedestal."
Woody Allen
"Whenever I see an old lady slip and fall on a wet sidewalk, my first instinct is to laugh. But then I think, what if I was an ant, and she fell on me. Then it wouldn't seem quite so funny."
Jack Handey
"I think a good novel would be where a bunch of men on a ship are looking for a whale. They look and look, but you know what? They never find him. And you know why they never find him? It doesn't say. The book leaves it up to you, the reader, to decide. Then, at the very end, there's a page you can lick and it tastes like Kool-Aid."
Jack Handey
"Once had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue: "No good in a bed, but fine up against a wall."
Eleanor Roosevelt
"By all means marry. If you get a good wife, you'll become happy; If you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher."
Socrates
"My luck is so bad that if I bought a cemetery, people would stop dying."
Ed Furgol
"What's the use of happiness? It can't buy you money."
Henny Youngman
"I never drink water because of the disgusting things that fish do in it."
W C Fields
"I had a terrible education. I attended a school for emotionally disturbed teachers."
Woody Allen
"I am thankful for laughter, except when milk comes out of my nose."
Woody Allen
"I can remember when the air was clean and sex was dirty."
George Burns
I will not eat oysters. I want my food dead. Not sick -- not wounded -- dead."
Woody Allen
"I love children, especially when they cry, for then someone takes them away."
Nancy Mitford
"Never raise your hands to your kids. It leaves your groin unprotected."
Red Buttons
"A child of five would understand this. Send someone to fetch a child of five."
Groucho Marx
"If only God would give me some clear sign! Like making a large deposit in my name in a Swiss bank."
Woody Allen
"I tended to place my wife under a pedestal."
Woody Allen
"Whenever I see an old lady slip and fall on a wet sidewalk, my first instinct is to laugh. But then I think, what if I was an ant, and she fell on me. Then it wouldn't seem quite so funny."
Jack Handey
"I think a good novel would be where a bunch of men on a ship are looking for a whale. They look and look, but you know what? They never find him. And you know why they never find him? It doesn't say. The book leaves it up to you, the reader, to decide. Then, at the very end, there's a page you can lick and it tastes like Kool-Aid."
Jack Handey
"Once had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue: "No good in a bed, but fine up against a wall."
Eleanor Roosevelt
"By all means marry. If you get a good wife, you'll become happy; If you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher."
Socrates
"My luck is so bad that if I bought a cemetery, people would stop dying."
Ed Furgol
"What's the use of happiness? It can't buy you money."
Henny Youngman
"I never drink water because of the disgusting things that fish do in it."
W C Fields
"I had a terrible education. I attended a school for emotionally disturbed teachers."
Woody Allen
"I am thankful for laughter, except when milk comes out of my nose."
Woody Allen
"I can remember when the air was clean and sex was dirty."
George Burns
Monday, March 20, 2006
Normal Day
Today was your average run-of-the-mill day. Nothing out of the ordinary...Tara dissed a few people...the Bio teacher ground us under the Senior's pedestal...gt burned in the Chem lab...some of the guys narrowly escaped death by concussion a couple of times while playing cricket without helmets...Spent an hour trying desperately not to look at Chari's underwear...wasted an entire evening downloading One Tree Hill episodes worth a rat's ass at the speed with which Soughandhica sprints..
Hmmm...I wonder if tommorow will be as uneventful. Maybe a certain "Pura's" bottom will finally surrender to the forces of gravity and fall off?
But i suppose that's too much to hope for.
Hmmm...I wonder if tommorow will be as uneventful. Maybe a certain "Pura's" bottom will finally surrender to the forces of gravity and fall off?
But i suppose that's too much to hope for.
Friday, March 17, 2006
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
My List of Music that You Have to Listen to Before You Die or You Wouldn’t Have Lived a Full Life:
Warning: The kind of music that does it for me is the stuff with real melody. I like bluesy, jazzy rock, its derivatives and sources. So if you’re the kind of person who likes metal, punk rock, gangsta rap or any other kind of badass music, maybe you shouldn’t be reading this list.
No Such Thing, Why Georgia, I’m Never Speaking, 3x5, Love Song for No one, Neon, You Body is a Wonderland, 1983, Daughters – John Mayer
Chariot, I Don’t Wanna Be, Chemical Party, Overrated – Gavin DeGraw
Dare to Move – Switchfoot
Starcrossed – Ash
My Immortal – Evanescence
Hey Jude, Yesterday, I’m a Believer – The Beatles
Yellow, Swallowed in the Sea, Fix You – Coldplay
Wonderful World – Louis Armstrong
Hero, Shake it off, We Belong Together – Mariah Carey
All I Need, She Will Be Loved – Maroon 5
Heaven – Los Lonely Boys
La Tortura – Shakira
Everyday is a Winding Road, The First Cut is the Deepest – Sheryl Crow
The Remedy – Jason Mraz
All Star, And then the Morning Comes – Smashmouth
When I’m Gone – Eminem
Let's Get it Started - The Black Eyes Peas
And of course, the Rang De Basanti Soundtrack.
This is all that I can think of for now.
No Such Thing, Why Georgia, I’m Never Speaking, 3x5, Love Song for No one, Neon, You Body is a Wonderland, 1983, Daughters – John Mayer
Chariot, I Don’t Wanna Be, Chemical Party, Overrated – Gavin DeGraw
Dare to Move – Switchfoot
Starcrossed – Ash
My Immortal – Evanescence
Hey Jude, Yesterday, I’m a Believer – The Beatles
Yellow, Swallowed in the Sea, Fix You – Coldplay
Wonderful World – Louis Armstrong
Hero, Shake it off, We Belong Together – Mariah Carey
All I Need, She Will Be Loved – Maroon 5
Heaven – Los Lonely Boys
La Tortura – Shakira
Everyday is a Winding Road, The First Cut is the Deepest – Sheryl Crow
The Remedy – Jason Mraz
All Star, And then the Morning Comes – Smashmouth
When I’m Gone – Eminem
Let's Get it Started - The Black Eyes Peas
And of course, the Rang De Basanti Soundtrack.
This is all that I can think of for now.
Clarifications
I just wanted to make it very clear that I am NOT an atheist. Not in the least. I just don't believe in some of the rituals that Hinduism deems necessary to do. I don't believe that its necessary to go to a temple to pray. I don't believe that one shouldn't eat meat because one belongs to a certain caste. I don't believe in, and can't help being a little grossed out, by the Hindu practice of sprinkling kumkum and flowers and stuff in rice and then eating it. I believe there is a God, or some higher power that controls what happens to us. And I think that one should pray to God. I just don't think that one should have to do it in a particular way. Its all about believing, right? Shouldn't one be able to worship the way he or she believes it should be done? Religious Freedom, that's what I believe in.
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Another Attempt
Going to try this ONE more time...so wish me luck. Let's see if this site decides to post my pictures this time. .......AND SUCCESS!!!!! OK, the first guy is James Lafferty, best known for his role as Nathan on the tv show One Tree Hill. The second two are of course from Rang De Basanti...I don't think there is any need for an intro.
Just thought I'd give all my straight female and gay male readers a little treat for the eyes.
Celebration?
I'm sitting here wondering how relevent the word "celebration" is right now.
On this most holiest of days, whose name I have temporarily forgotten(which doesn't even matter because I wouldn't have been able to spell it even if I remembered), I have been made to "celebrate" some religious event(which again I have either forgotten or never knew in the first place, not sure which) by touching a pathetically small flame and prostrating myself in front of the picture of a God. Then, a particularly vile - smelling flower was tied around my neck by means of a string of the most horrible shade of yellow. Apparently this is supposed to protect me and my future family from harm. Even after stretching my considerable imagination to the very limit, I am unable to accept that a flower that will wilt and die and probably induce an allergic reaction before the end of the day will be able to shield me and my hypothetical future family from death and poverty and similar misfortunes.
On the other hand, I will not be able to "celebrate" Holy tommorow, because the school and its management, tyrants that they are, have not declared it a holiday tommorow. And my parents, though the wisest of the wise in many aspects, refuse to understand the need to bunk school once in a while to have some good old-fashioned fun. For that matter, they never understand why I should be allowed to bunk school for any reason. I think it is a very sorry state of affairs when one as young as I is forced to prefix the word fun with an adjective like old-fashioned.
But of course, I am exaggerating, as I am always inclined to do when I plonk myself down on my backside in front of a computer screen. I think it has something to do with my complete lack of movement with the exeption of my fingers. My thoughts tend to get excessively magnified while being transfered into text. It's one of my better faults...but I'm working on it.
On this most holiest of days, whose name I have temporarily forgotten(which doesn't even matter because I wouldn't have been able to spell it even if I remembered), I have been made to "celebrate" some religious event(which again I have either forgotten or never knew in the first place, not sure which) by touching a pathetically small flame and prostrating myself in front of the picture of a God. Then, a particularly vile - smelling flower was tied around my neck by means of a string of the most horrible shade of yellow. Apparently this is supposed to protect me and my future family from harm. Even after stretching my considerable imagination to the very limit, I am unable to accept that a flower that will wilt and die and probably induce an allergic reaction before the end of the day will be able to shield me and my hypothetical future family from death and poverty and similar misfortunes.
On the other hand, I will not be able to "celebrate" Holy tommorow, because the school and its management, tyrants that they are, have not declared it a holiday tommorow. And my parents, though the wisest of the wise in many aspects, refuse to understand the need to bunk school once in a while to have some good old-fashioned fun. For that matter, they never understand why I should be allowed to bunk school for any reason. I think it is a very sorry state of affairs when one as young as I is forced to prefix the word fun with an adjective like old-fashioned.
But of course, I am exaggerating, as I am always inclined to do when I plonk myself down on my backside in front of a computer screen. I think it has something to do with my complete lack of movement with the exeption of my fingers. My thoughts tend to get excessively magnified while being transfered into text. It's one of my better faults...but I'm working on it.
Monday, March 13, 2006
Sorry
i tried to make a wholly visual post, but this stupid site keeps claiming to have uploaded all my images when none of them are. i am utterly hopeless at figuring out stuff like this. So if anyone would care to help me out...let me know how to make this worthless site add my images. And also, all my posts have been displayed under the same date even though i have written them over the span of a week...so if you could let me know how to rectify that, i would be grateful.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Lazy Hazy Days
Today was exactly what a Sunday should be. Woke up at the shameless hour of 11:30. Ate lunch and slept again. Woke up at 5 feeling faintly euphoric. It's rather sad really....it seems like days like this come my way so rarely. And when they do, I get to enjoy them for precisely as long as my brain remains static. As soon as I start thinking about why I'm not thinking, I start thinking about what I should be thinking and guilt sets in. Which triggers my most fundamental reflex which is to make my self stop thinking....which makes me think some more. And the upshot of this confusing mess of neurological synapses shooting around my head is a level 10 headache.......and that's the end of my perfect day.
Siiigh....but let's save that for later. Right now, my stomach is full and I am well-rested. My thought processes follow no logical pattern as they meander through my brain at an improbability level of 58769357384930 to 1 and falling. It all feels like a John Mayer song.....calm, mellow, never faster than a butterfly, always erratic.
Wow..I'm almost in a zen state of mind. Feeling nothing but bliss. Huuummmmm....huuummmm....breathe in.....breathe oouuuuttt....slowly...now childrens, we will be doing the shavasana.
Ok, ending on a spiritual note, this is another great song by Gavin Degraw called Chariot.
Chariot
Staring at a maple leaf
Leaning on the mother tree
I said to myself we all lost touch
Your favorite fruit is chocolate covered cherries
And seedless watermelon oh…
Nothing from the ground is good enough
Body rise
Look whats over me
[Chorus:]
Oh chariot your golden waves
are walking down upon this face
Oh chariot I'm singing out loud
To guide me
Give me your:
Strength
Remember seeing moons rebirth
Rains made mirrors of the earth
The sun was just yellow energy
There is a living promise land
Even over fields of sand
Seasons fill my mind and
Cover me…Bringing back
more than a memory
[Chorus]
Oh chariot your golden waves
are walking down upon this face
Oh chariot I'm singing out loud
to guide me
Give me your strength…
You'll be my vacation away from this place
you know what I want
Holding that cup,It's pouring over the sides…
Make me wanna spread my arms and fly
[Chorus]
Oh chariot your golden waves
are walking down upon this face
Oh chariot I'm singing out loud
To guide me
Give me your strength
Siiigh....but let's save that for later. Right now, my stomach is full and I am well-rested. My thought processes follow no logical pattern as they meander through my brain at an improbability level of 58769357384930 to 1 and falling. It all feels like a John Mayer song.....calm, mellow, never faster than a butterfly, always erratic.
Wow..I'm almost in a zen state of mind. Feeling nothing but bliss. Huuummmmm....huuummmm....breathe in.....breathe oouuuuttt....slowly...now childrens, we will be doing the shavasana.
Ok, ending on a spiritual note, this is another great song by Gavin Degraw called Chariot.
Chariot
Staring at a maple leaf
Leaning on the mother tree
I said to myself we all lost touch
Your favorite fruit is chocolate covered cherries
And seedless watermelon oh…
Nothing from the ground is good enough
Body rise
Look whats over me
[Chorus:]
Oh chariot your golden waves
are walking down upon this face
Oh chariot I'm singing out loud
To guide me
Give me your:
Strength
Remember seeing moons rebirth
Rains made mirrors of the earth
The sun was just yellow energy
There is a living promise land
Even over fields of sand
Seasons fill my mind and
Cover me…Bringing back
more than a memory
[Chorus]
Oh chariot your golden waves
are walking down upon this face
Oh chariot I'm singing out loud
to guide me
Give me your strength…
You'll be my vacation away from this place
you know what I want
Holding that cup,It's pouring over the sides…
Make me wanna spread my arms and fly
[Chorus]
Oh chariot your golden waves
are walking down upon this face
Oh chariot I'm singing out loud
To guide me
Give me your strength
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Today, I saw something extraordinary. It left me stunned, speechless. Today, I caught a glimpse of Pura ma'am's abnormally large behind. Pura ma'am, I believe, must be atleast as old as Methuseleh. She has seen the rise and fall of civilisations. She was there when Egypt invented the orgy, when England made fornication legal, when Madonna was still a virgin. And it is widely believed among the Kumaran student community, that Pura ma'am's behind grew to its record biggest during the last years of the iceage causing an imbalance in the distribution of mass on the earth's surface. This, infact, tilted the earth about its axis of rotation by 22 1/2 degrees leading to a large scale climatic shift. Thus ended the iceage.
The body of a mammoth was recovered recently in Greenland, frozen inside a block of ice. After extensive paleantological analysis, it has been concluded that its dying words were,"I will see you in the portals of Halifax, oh derriere grande!"
The body of a mammoth was recovered recently in Greenland, frozen inside a block of ice. After extensive paleantological analysis, it has been concluded that its dying words were,"I will see you in the portals of Halifax, oh derriere grande!"
Thursday, March 09, 2006
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