Day 3..............miscellaneous
The Dirties have the floor
Courtesy of Bhavani ma'am
Sunday, July 30, 2006
SEEK
My Dirties on Day 1
The proud Taras.
Pav Bajji-phrenia
Food was so bad, the only thing you could do was laugh.
Phenom - setting up for its mind-blowing performance
Friday, July 28, 2006
Pools of black have no depth
Pools of black have no depth.
I wish I could look into a sea that had shades of mauve and gold and blue and silver.
I wish i could see purity and experience what it is to be pure.
I wish I could hear liberty ring.
I wish I could smell vitality.
But all I see are shallow brown pits,
Overflowing with hypocracy and deceit.
All I hear are malvolent lies.
All I smell is the dust of defeat.
I cannot help but feel shallow
Feel hollow
Feel pain
Feel desperation
How I long for pools of green.
I wish I could look into a sea that had shades of mauve and gold and blue and silver.
I wish i could see purity and experience what it is to be pure.
I wish I could hear liberty ring.
I wish I could smell vitality.
But all I see are shallow brown pits,
Overflowing with hypocracy and deceit.
All I hear are malvolent lies.
All I smell is the dust of defeat.
I cannot help but feel shallow
Feel hollow
Feel pain
Feel desperation
How I long for pools of green.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Humming Under My Breath
Sunny days hmm hmm hmm
Hmmmmmmm hmm hmmm....
I'm on hmm hmmm
Nanana air daadaaaa....
Can you tell me haaanaa naaa
Naa naaa na hmm hmm hmm hmmm...
hmm hmmm hmmmh mmm mmmm......
Hmmmmmmm hmm hmmm....
I'm on hmm hmmm
Nanana air daadaaaa....
Can you tell me haaanaa naaa
Naa naaa na hmm hmm hmm hmmm...
hmm hmmm hmmmh mmm mmmm......
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Oh thank God I found you. I had the most horrible day today and I've been looking all over for an audience to whom I can pour forth my innumerable, unreasonable, illogical woes sans annoying interuptions.
It started out pretty much the same as usual; studying frantically for a bio test in the bus and deciding somewhere along the way to give up and pray that fate would kick in just this once and help me get a respectable score ( I hate fate). So far so good. But at around 10:00, after the bio test during which fate resolutely turned its back on me, we were told to go down to attend a lecture by the director of Amity Law School, Delhi. So we all traipsied down to the basement, which by the way smelled horribly of the stale remains of cabbage and month old gas, and stood looking expectantly at the entrance. We waited...and waited.....and..waited(during this time all three yoga teachers came in, fiddled aimlessly with the sound system, lights, their clothes and hair and left). Just when we started to suspect that the whole thing was an elaborate and remarkably idiotic plan to trick us into doing yoga, the director showed up. That was the beginning of the most uncomfortable hour of my life. It went something like this....
" Good afternoon boys and girls. Amity Law School in Delhi was founded in 1998. I also founded NLS in 1989....so as I said ALS was founded in 1998..."
Oh God...my legs are dead. Maybe if I just sat in a different way...
" So as I said...I founded NLS in 1989..."
OK, now they hurt, bad idea...maybe I could move back to my original position. Oh God, why is Shubha staring at me like that?? I am so hungry...my stomach is going to fall out.
" ...I founded NLS, and I am director of ALS..."
Great and now I have to pee.
" So any questions?"
Can I please visit the toilet , Sir?
Mercifully, the lecture ended at 11 whereapon I forcibly restrained myself from running to the lavatory. However, I went there only to find myself at the end of a mile long que consisting predominantly of squealing babies whose ground floor toilet had been roped off to ensure silence in the area around the conference room where a meeting was being held. So basically, 500 plus students were now expected to share 3 stalls, one of which wasn't functional, in the span of 10 minutes. It was ghastly. Puddles of water overflowing, screaming kids splashing in the puddles, the stench of human...ahem...and its derivatives permeating our very souls, unflushed toilets. Gaa!!
The rest of the day, to tell you the truth was bearably normal. So I'll leave you now to mull over the shocking inadequacies of our school and my brain.
It started out pretty much the same as usual; studying frantically for a bio test in the bus and deciding somewhere along the way to give up and pray that fate would kick in just this once and help me get a respectable score ( I hate fate). So far so good. But at around 10:00, after the bio test during which fate resolutely turned its back on me, we were told to go down to attend a lecture by the director of Amity Law School, Delhi. So we all traipsied down to the basement, which by the way smelled horribly of the stale remains of cabbage and month old gas, and stood looking expectantly at the entrance. We waited...and waited.....and..waited(during this time all three yoga teachers came in, fiddled aimlessly with the sound system, lights, their clothes and hair and left). Just when we started to suspect that the whole thing was an elaborate and remarkably idiotic plan to trick us into doing yoga, the director showed up. That was the beginning of the most uncomfortable hour of my life. It went something like this....
" Good afternoon boys and girls. Amity Law School in Delhi was founded in 1998. I also founded NLS in 1989....so as I said ALS was founded in 1998..."
Oh God...my legs are dead. Maybe if I just sat in a different way...
" So as I said...I founded NLS in 1989..."
OK, now they hurt, bad idea...maybe I could move back to my original position. Oh God, why is Shubha staring at me like that?? I am so hungry...my stomach is going to fall out.
" ...I founded NLS, and I am director of ALS..."
Great and now I have to pee.
" So any questions?"
Can I please visit the toilet , Sir?
Mercifully, the lecture ended at 11 whereapon I forcibly restrained myself from running to the lavatory. However, I went there only to find myself at the end of a mile long que consisting predominantly of squealing babies whose ground floor toilet had been roped off to ensure silence in the area around the conference room where a meeting was being held. So basically, 500 plus students were now expected to share 3 stalls, one of which wasn't functional, in the span of 10 minutes. It was ghastly. Puddles of water overflowing, screaming kids splashing in the puddles, the stench of human...ahem...and its derivatives permeating our very souls, unflushed toilets. Gaa!!
The rest of the day, to tell you the truth was bearably normal. So I'll leave you now to mull over the shocking inadequacies of our school and my brain.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Girly Men
Though unfair, it is one of the sad facts of life that girly men are objects of ridicule and shame whereas manly women are treated with courtesy..and in many cases, respect.
Beckam....rumoured to prance around his house in frilly pink lingerie, his apparently undecided sexual affiliation makes him the butt of rather mean jokes. I think it is very unfair that he should be made fun of for the reasons that he is. The man makes several millions of dollars a year. His athletic ability is legendary. To top it all, he has had four children...with a woman!! An even if he was bi, I don't think that that should be any reason to pay him less respect. Angelina Jolie is bi, and she has done worse things than run around in pink panties (though come to think of it, the thought of her doing something like that would probably be met with ecstatic approval). She has actually bottled her blood and gifted it to one of her ex-husbands. But everyone still respects and/or fantasises about her.
James Blunt...I like this guy. So his music sucks, so he has long blond hair, so his voice is high pitched and slightly off-key. So what? I think his girlish good looks work well for him.
Michael Jackson...Actually, in his case, I think the ridicule is justified...so forget him.
HK...Look, you can't help how you talk. Some people are just born with a nasal voice that sounds like the mating calls of varying avian species. HK has innumerable admirable qualities. He is smart, gets good grades, and can act very convincingly as a woman. I think his portrayal of Mrs Mani in his skit at Lit Fest was commendable. But most importantly, he is extremely tolerant. Where anyone else would blow up and start brawling, he takes alot of unnecessary crap from the class in good stead. I have alot of respect for HK.
Beckam....rumoured to prance around his house in frilly pink lingerie, his apparently undecided sexual affiliation makes him the butt of rather mean jokes. I think it is very unfair that he should be made fun of for the reasons that he is. The man makes several millions of dollars a year. His athletic ability is legendary. To top it all, he has had four children...with a woman!! An even if he was bi, I don't think that that should be any reason to pay him less respect. Angelina Jolie is bi, and she has done worse things than run around in pink panties (though come to think of it, the thought of her doing something like that would probably be met with ecstatic approval). She has actually bottled her blood and gifted it to one of her ex-husbands. But everyone still respects and/or fantasises about her.
James Blunt...I like this guy. So his music sucks, so he has long blond hair, so his voice is high pitched and slightly off-key. So what? I think his girlish good looks work well for him.
Michael Jackson...Actually, in his case, I think the ridicule is justified...so forget him.
HK...Look, you can't help how you talk. Some people are just born with a nasal voice that sounds like the mating calls of varying avian species. HK has innumerable admirable qualities. He is smart, gets good grades, and can act very convincingly as a woman. I think his portrayal of Mrs Mani in his skit at Lit Fest was commendable. But most importantly, he is extremely tolerant. Where anyone else would blow up and start brawling, he takes alot of unnecessary crap from the class in good stead. I have alot of respect for HK.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Panique de chocolat
Où a tout le chocolat allé ? ? ? Je dois avoir quelque chocolat ! ...aah beaucoup de mieux. C'est la vie.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
A Revised Divine Geaneology
I spent Friday night sitting in the temple of Doom discussing the relationships that the mother of all Asuras and her numerous proginy share. Confusing as it is, I think I may have just about worked it out.
Aditi: Mother of the Devas and Father of Asuras, she is the creator and destroyer, the male and female (seizures of laughter), she is her own antithesis.
Hema: The daughter of Aditi.
Tara: The soul sister of Hema, and therefore the step-daughter of Aditi.
Vasudha: Tara's alter ego. Tara and Vasudha complete each other's sentences and thoughts. So that makes Vasudha Hema's step-soul sister, and Aditi's daughter once removed.
Shruti: In a new development, it has been discovered that Shruti is Hema's twin sister. So she is Aditi's daughter, Tara's alter soul sister, and Vasudha's alter souls sister once removed.
Whew!
Aditi: Mother of the Devas and Father of Asuras, she is the creator and destroyer, the male and female (seizures of laughter), she is her own antithesis.
Hema: The daughter of Aditi.
Tara: The soul sister of Hema, and therefore the step-daughter of Aditi.
Vasudha: Tara's alter ego. Tara and Vasudha complete each other's sentences and thoughts. So that makes Vasudha Hema's step-soul sister, and Aditi's daughter once removed.
Shruti: In a new development, it has been discovered that Shruti is Hema's twin sister. So she is Aditi's daughter, Tara's alter soul sister, and Vasudha's alter souls sister once removed.
Whew!
Thursday, June 08, 2006
On Religion
I find the concept of heaven slightly confusing. See, heaven is pleasure of the senses. So, anything that tastes, feels, looks, hears, smells good symbolises heaven. However, the seven deadly sins contradict that very definition of heaven. Gluttony is supposed to be a sin, but food makes us happy. Lust is a deadly sin, but of course sex makes us happy too. Isn't heaven all about the ultimate happiness? Eternal euphoria? Atleast it should be. It's supposed to be the exact opposite of Hell...which holds pain and suffering. So at the very least, heaven should hold comfort. Food and sex are comforting.
Some religions claim that heaven is supposed to free us of all desire so we are at peace. But in the absence of desire, people fall victim to chronic laziness...which is another deadly sin; Sloth.
So untill someone can enlighten me with alternate solutions, the only thing I can conclude is that heaven either doesn't exist, which is the most probable explaination, or it simply follows earthly laws where the consequences of fornication and stuffing your face are no more serious than law suits and smelly gas.
Some religions claim that heaven is supposed to free us of all desire so we are at peace. But in the absence of desire, people fall victim to chronic laziness...which is another deadly sin; Sloth.
So untill someone can enlighten me with alternate solutions, the only thing I can conclude is that heaven either doesn't exist, which is the most probable explaination, or it simply follows earthly laws where the consequences of fornication and stuffing your face are no more serious than law suits and smelly gas.
Saturday, May 27, 2006
OTH vs OC
It is time now to discuss a question that falls under my favourite topic of conversation. TV shows. TV shows are my favourite mode of escapism. TV is like a book that does all the thinking for you. It takes you to a parallel universe where nothing is ever boring. Anyways....here is the ever-baffling question. Is the OC a better TV show than One Tree Hill?
The OC is about a rich white world. What initially catches your eye are the flashy clothes, the over the top jewellry, the mansions. And while the drama itself is pathetic bordering on stupid, the riches make you want to see more. Again, it is all about escapism. Who wants to know about a poor kids life when they can watch a neighbourhood of mansions and chanel?
On the other hand, One Tree Hill has beautiful people and none of them are the feel-like-slapping-her/him baby-face beautiful...like Marissa. Tree Hill is like a town full of Summers, with varying degrees of attitude. It also has a great deal of the most fundamental emotion that is severely lacking in the OC ; friendship. And sure, there are glimpses of the Seth-Ryan, Summer-Marissa friendships, but not nearly enough, and not with enough intensity. All the OC seems to be about are deaths, trauma and love affairs. One Tree Hill actually has a reasonable, if not great story-line. More importantly, it is centred around a basketball team, so if everything else sucks, there's always the scenes with the basketball games to make it interesting. The thing that OTH lacks, is finer touches. The direction, the cinematography, and in many cases, the acting leaves much to be desired.
So, does the good script, beautiful people and awesome basketball action beat the world of the rich and famous, good acting and direction and excellent music? It is an answer that I may never arrive at.
The OC is about a rich white world. What initially catches your eye are the flashy clothes, the over the top jewellry, the mansions. And while the drama itself is pathetic bordering on stupid, the riches make you want to see more. Again, it is all about escapism. Who wants to know about a poor kids life when they can watch a neighbourhood of mansions and chanel?
On the other hand, One Tree Hill has beautiful people and none of them are the feel-like-slapping-her/him baby-face beautiful...like Marissa. Tree Hill is like a town full of Summers, with varying degrees of attitude. It also has a great deal of the most fundamental emotion that is severely lacking in the OC ; friendship. And sure, there are glimpses of the Seth-Ryan, Summer-Marissa friendships, but not nearly enough, and not with enough intensity. All the OC seems to be about are deaths, trauma and love affairs. One Tree Hill actually has a reasonable, if not great story-line. More importantly, it is centred around a basketball team, so if everything else sucks, there's always the scenes with the basketball games to make it interesting. The thing that OTH lacks, is finer touches. The direction, the cinematography, and in many cases, the acting leaves much to be desired.
So, does the good script, beautiful people and awesome basketball action beat the world of the rich and famous, good acting and direction and excellent music? It is an answer that I may never arrive at.
Friday, May 26, 2006
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Depressed??
It seems to me that my generation seems to have sunk into inescapable self-made grey clouds of gloom. The clouds appear to be custom made to suit each individual; the colours of individual justification for low spirits may vary greatly, but the essential features of this "depression" seem to be mass manufactured. Here are some of my thoughts on why this is so.
I find it interesting that whenever a child draws a "happy" picture, it invariable contains a shining yellow sun, trees, birds and two or more people smiling...possibly holding hands. What it never contains are skyscrapers, cars spewing noxious fumes, and infact no sign of industrial development or any other sort of mechanization. At most, the picture may contain a cheerful brick house. I think that to the human mind, the drab shades of a metropolis represent complications, responsibilities, anxiety, and ugliness in every form; something that we all strive throughout our lives to escape. A large income provides us the means to create artificial serenity. It enables us to surround ourselves with the calming, invigorating colours and sounds of nature; the blue of the backyard swimming pool, the green of the front garden, chirping birds in the birdhouse hanging from the porch roof; the essentials of a natural environment while we still retain complete control. We strive to acquire money to be able to escape the ugliness that surrounds us because it dampens our spirits and gives us a discomfiting sense of foreboding. That's why people prefer the suburbs to the city.
The self-absorption of the me generation may also contribute towards "depression". Self-professed depression could merely be a way to grab attention. Alternately, it may be a way to confirm one's coolness. It is very unhip to show happiness, or to display emotion in any form. Again, it may be that depression is confused with outright boredom, something that seems to have gripped the present generation. What is interpreted as depression may simply be the widespread lethargy, listlessness, incompetence and total ineffectualness that seems endemic in the me generation.
I find it interesting that whenever a child draws a "happy" picture, it invariable contains a shining yellow sun, trees, birds and two or more people smiling...possibly holding hands. What it never contains are skyscrapers, cars spewing noxious fumes, and infact no sign of industrial development or any other sort of mechanization. At most, the picture may contain a cheerful brick house. I think that to the human mind, the drab shades of a metropolis represent complications, responsibilities, anxiety, and ugliness in every form; something that we all strive throughout our lives to escape. A large income provides us the means to create artificial serenity. It enables us to surround ourselves with the calming, invigorating colours and sounds of nature; the blue of the backyard swimming pool, the green of the front garden, chirping birds in the birdhouse hanging from the porch roof; the essentials of a natural environment while we still retain complete control. We strive to acquire money to be able to escape the ugliness that surrounds us because it dampens our spirits and gives us a discomfiting sense of foreboding. That's why people prefer the suburbs to the city.
The self-absorption of the me generation may also contribute towards "depression". Self-professed depression could merely be a way to grab attention. Alternately, it may be a way to confirm one's coolness. It is very unhip to show happiness, or to display emotion in any form. Again, it may be that depression is confused with outright boredom, something that seems to have gripped the present generation. What is interpreted as depression may simply be the widespread lethargy, listlessness, incompetence and total ineffectualness that seems endemic in the me generation.
Sunday, May 14, 2006
A Mindless Conversation
Concience: Really! You have gone too far this time!
Me: What?
Con: An OC Marathon? You wasted 5 hours straight. You didn't even get up to pee. That kind of computer time is bad for you. BAD!
Me: Whatever. I'm gonna go get some icecream now.
Con: Now, if I was in imminent danger of losing my eyesight and the use of my brain, tell me how getting icecream would help me.
Me: It wouldn't. It would make you fat.
Con: WRONG. It would make YOU fat.
Me: Bitch.
Me: What?
Con: An OC Marathon? You wasted 5 hours straight. You didn't even get up to pee. That kind of computer time is bad for you. BAD!
Me: Whatever. I'm gonna go get some icecream now.
Con: Now, if I was in imminent danger of losing my eyesight and the use of my brain, tell me how getting icecream would help me.
Me: It wouldn't. It would make you fat.
Con: WRONG. It would make YOU fat.
Me: Bitch.
Sunday, May 07, 2006
The Colours of My Life
I haven't really written anything of note lately for which I do not apologise. For the past week or so I have had a horrible sense of foreboding, though I have no clear image of what may happen to me ( the things that can go wrong at this point and ruin my life are innumerable ). I felt like writing would only serve to heighten the feeling because the things I write about are usually so inconsequential. I think it also has something to do with the colour of my blog page. Blue, especially that shade, seems so calm and innocent. So much so that it mocks me. Yes, that has to go.
In other news, I have no other news. My life seems to have taken the semblance of a grey wall. There is of course the odd spot of red, a few dashes of blue, green and yellow, but these are conspicuously infrequent. Ah well, I suppose it's better than a wall of black.
On football. The enthusiasm boys have showed in the past for football seems to have escalated to near fanaticism. It's effects are pasted all over the web, newspapers, conversations and status messages. But what confirms my belief in the level of zealotry that has claimed boys is the fact that they seem to have replaced pictures of bikini-clad women with pictures of ... well, I don't really know enough to match most faces with names... soccer players. The entire male population seems to be consumed by World Cup Mania.
On family. My brother has convinced himself that he has abs. He infact treated me to an exclusive glimse of his "abs" which turned out to be .... his ribs. My sister insisted on joining horse-riding lessons again though she is scared of going faster than a slow trot. The rest of my family is not applicable for discussion the reasons being a) they are older than me and hence, have the power to punish me. b) I suspect they read my blog and while I am not entirely sure, I would prefer not to take a chance by releasing potentially lethal information.
I seem to have missed something out. No matter. It is almost certain that it is of very little importance and very probably mind-numbingly boring.
In other news, I have no other news. My life seems to have taken the semblance of a grey wall. There is of course the odd spot of red, a few dashes of blue, green and yellow, but these are conspicuously infrequent. Ah well, I suppose it's better than a wall of black.
On football. The enthusiasm boys have showed in the past for football seems to have escalated to near fanaticism. It's effects are pasted all over the web, newspapers, conversations and status messages. But what confirms my belief in the level of zealotry that has claimed boys is the fact that they seem to have replaced pictures of bikini-clad women with pictures of ... well, I don't really know enough to match most faces with names... soccer players. The entire male population seems to be consumed by World Cup Mania.
On family. My brother has convinced himself that he has abs. He infact treated me to an exclusive glimse of his "abs" which turned out to be .... his ribs. My sister insisted on joining horse-riding lessons again though she is scared of going faster than a slow trot. The rest of my family is not applicable for discussion the reasons being a) they are older than me and hence, have the power to punish me. b) I suspect they read my blog and while I am not entirely sure, I would prefer not to take a chance by releasing potentially lethal information.
I seem to have missed something out. No matter. It is almost certain that it is of very little importance and very probably mind-numbingly boring.
Friday, May 05, 2006
A quick conversation with my conscience...
Conscience: What are you doing on the net again. Get back to work.
Me: What work? I have no work.
Conscience: Word lists, records, bio tests...
Me: OK OK. Fine, I have work. I'll do it later.
Con: You said that and hour ago....and an hour before that..and..
Me: Later hasn't come yet, OK? Now leave me alone.
Con: I will just say one thing...mother.
Me: I HATE YOU!!!
Con: Likewise I'm sure. Now what are you going to do now?
Me: Get off the comp.
Con: Good. And then?
Me: Get some chocolate.
Con: ....OK. We'll work on that.
Me: What work? I have no work.
Conscience: Word lists, records, bio tests...
Me: OK OK. Fine, I have work. I'll do it later.
Con: You said that and hour ago....and an hour before that..and..
Me: Later hasn't come yet, OK? Now leave me alone.
Con: I will just say one thing...mother.
Me: I HATE YOU!!!
Con: Likewise I'm sure. Now what are you going to do now?
Me: Get off the comp.
Con: Good. And then?
Me: Get some chocolate.
Con: ....OK. We'll work on that.
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Random thoughts..
Who am I? ........ I'm Spiderman.
I LOOOOOVE GREY'S ANATOMY. Meredith and Derek are soooo cute!!!
I want Elliot Yamin to win American Idol.
Ten out of ten for a race already run
Bleeding the world cause you can't figure out what's wrong
So come back down from your daydream high
Lost for words when you sympathize
There's a million ways to believe you tried
Well I'm Unsatisfied
Unsatisfied
Just sick and tired of all I've tried
Unsatisfied
I hate grammar. Grammar sucks! ...and English is hard!
I LOOOOOVE GREY'S ANATOMY. Meredith and Derek are soooo cute!!!
I want Elliot Yamin to win American Idol.
Ten out of ten for a race already run
Bleeding the world cause you can't figure out what's wrong
So come back down from your daydream high
Lost for words when you sympathize
There's a million ways to believe you tried
Well I'm Unsatisfied
Unsatisfied
Just sick and tired of all I've tried
Unsatisfied
I hate grammar. Grammar sucks! ...and English is hard!
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Misunderstood
As I was looking around for music yesterday, an interesting thought struck me. Most of the songs with so called meaningful lyrics were about depression, drugs and being misunderstood.
Firstly, I don't think dark lyrics necessarily qualify something as meaningful. I think lyrics based on the singer's experiences are meaningful..and they don't have to always be so morbid. It could be about love or the nice things in life.
Secondly, maybe its just me, but being misunderstood has become something of a fad lately. I guess it just satisfies rebellious feelings on some level. Makes us almost feel like we belong to a cult. The darkness, the gloom, just makes us feel....cool. While I certainly don't deny that there are artists whose lives are exactly as such songs portray, I am far from convinced that all of them are. This is just the kind of music that sells. That's why they make them. Likewise love songs.
Let me give you examples of songs that are based on life but not necessarily love or depression.
I'm never speaking up again by John Mayer is about an uncomfortable date. It's quite funny actually. Daughters by the same artist is about neglectful parents. Most of the Coldplay songs are quite astute. Photograph, which is immensely popular, is reminiscent of childhood.
Firstly, I don't think dark lyrics necessarily qualify something as meaningful. I think lyrics based on the singer's experiences are meaningful..and they don't have to always be so morbid. It could be about love or the nice things in life.
Secondly, maybe its just me, but being misunderstood has become something of a fad lately. I guess it just satisfies rebellious feelings on some level. Makes us almost feel like we belong to a cult. The darkness, the gloom, just makes us feel....cool. While I certainly don't deny that there are artists whose lives are exactly as such songs portray, I am far from convinced that all of them are. This is just the kind of music that sells. That's why they make them. Likewise love songs.
Let me give you examples of songs that are based on life but not necessarily love or depression.
I'm never speaking up again by John Mayer is about an uncomfortable date. It's quite funny actually. Daughters by the same artist is about neglectful parents. Most of the Coldplay songs are quite astute. Photograph, which is immensely popular, is reminiscent of childhood.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
My Computer
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.
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.
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?
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