Canvas Shoes

Canvas Shoes seem to be the new 'in' thing in Chennai

Canvas Shoes

Canvas Shoes

Canvas F'ckin Shoes

I wore those to school for heaven's sake. RAP IS C-RAP

Fashion == (ROTFL)^ROTFL

Does terrorism really matter for Indians: A Must Read

Does the word 'Terrorism' mean ANYTHING to you?? It does???
Awwww, thats so sweet... now see this....

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This is what Google had to say about the search patterns in India. Now, Google is a service used mostly by 'educated' Indians, and this is what they are searching for. The graph on top shows the number of searches and the graphs in the bottom shows how much the media concentrates on the two search strings.

The result made my jaw drop. I did not expect this much of a disparity

Even though the media focuses more on terrorism, its as if Indians don't care at all!!! Cricket seems waaaaaaaaay more important. What does this have to say about the Indian psyche. Is terrorism always somebody else's problem???

Or does the media really represent us? Are they afraid of telling the truth about us and follow the poltically correct path always???

This result definitely raises some serious questions....

Well, On a lighter note....

Can people be blamed for this?

Using Flock

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I saw some school kids wearing my old school's uniform yesterday

I felt sorry for them

Wasting away their lives and minds absorbing irrelevant information.

If each child concentrates on developing one skill thoroughly for about 2 years, he/she would have achieved a decent enough level of skill to make it a source of monetary income. And it is said that human beings have the fastest learning in their teens and early 20's.

What a waste school life is. The time spent to actual learning received is too high to be ignored.

Ah, what the hell. GM.

4000 \m/ \m/

4000 hits... yoyoyoyooyo ... thank you Metallica, thank you Google!!!

Gokarn: The Travel Guide We Never Had

So here's the deal. 11 of us decided to go to Gokarna (Its Gokarn, actually... the 'a' at the end is why the rest of India mistakenly pronounces it) because it was the last time we would all get to spend time together. Mainly because people would have to leave for their final year internships, and some would have just finished theirs. Anyway, Gokarn....

We left Madgaon station in the early afternoon and after a 2 hour train ride (going by bus would take you about 4 hours) we reached 'Gokarn Road'. Don't be afraid when you see the word 'Road' after the place's name.. that really is the place's name. On reaching the place we luckily made the correct decision of taking (2) cabs to Kutle/Kudle beach. If you are planning a 'trip' to Gokarn to have a 'good' time, avoid staying in town, because its .. well... boring.

On reaching Kutle beach,

which is where you trek to, after the cabbie drops you off on the top of a deserted hill, try to find accommodation before it grows dark. Just like any of the more exotic places on the west coast, finding a place to stay for Indians (that too 11 of us in this case) is a very hard task to accomplish. There is an international resort (which is really just a slightly more advanced shack) there, but the prices are really high.. even for the foreigners.... So after much searching we stayed at the Sunset Cafe .....

which again is still essentially a shack. The modest accommodation that we got there were in straw huts at cheap rates, but no one really complained, for after all, we wanted to experience the 'feel' of the place. Oh! and the food there.. simply bloody brilliant. From Mushakas, to Pizzas to Israeli food, every dish served at the Sunset Cafe was of high quality and at modest prices. One word of advice though, you don't get too much of the all important B except for beer at any places/beach in Gokarn that too at 'non-goan' rates. Goa, being just 2 hours away, bringing along a bottle or two of your favourite drinks would increase the enjoyability factor a 100 fold. And if your looking for stuff over there, its better you ask some foreigner to buy it for you (they are pretty friendly really...) for again, in some places in India, the Indians are the 'foreigners'.

One thing you musn't miss on any of the nearby beaches is the breathtaking sunset..

The serenity of the place is truly unique and is one of chief reasons why people keep coming back. Apart from the sunset, many of the residents on the beach take to practicing Capoeira (, rolling crystal balls all over one's body, performing beautiful acrobatics with ropes who's ends are on fire and what not, are a site to see in itself. But all this stops at sunset for it seems to be a sacred part of the day. Another interesting part of the culture on the beach is the late night bonfires. These usually start at about 11 PM and go on till 2 in the morning where the entire community gathers around the fire and people contribute to some form of live entertainment, provided they want to. This again ranges from cracking jokes, singing, playing musical instrument and acrobatics. No one is judged, nor is anyone compelled. Its all about being a part of the community, sitting around the warm fire and watching the waves on the sea in the pale moonlight in good company. Heavenly.

The next day we made a trip to OM beach....

which gets its name from being shaped like an 'OM'. Its just about a 15-20 min trek from Kutle beach with a some breathtaking views on the way. A good place to eat there is the Namaste Cafe which serves decent food and at decent rates. You can also get some semi-permanent tatoos done there and there are always the ever popular boat rides to help you pass the time. Of course you'll have to bargain a lot, with the tatoo guy coming down from Rs.200/- a tatoo to Rs.50/- (which in itself is too much) and the boat rides to not cost more than Rs.20/- to Rs.32/-perhead depending on the beach you want to go to (again, there were 11 of us). Connected to OM beach is the Half Moon beach....

and Paradise beach, which are really small, but exotic in their own right. A short boat ride away is the Sangam beach and the Barka beach which are completely deserted and an ideal place to enjoy the stuff that you have (Smoking and drinking on the main beaches are banned, and if you are caught the fines could go up to Rs.20K).

We did also make a quick trip to the main Gokarn town, which looked like a 80% Hindu place with about 20% hippie influences much unlike other places in Goa such as Anjuna which are more like a 80% Hippie place with about 20% Hindu influences. Some good advise here would be to simply make a visit to the temple and leave. Have all the fun at the beaches, for the main Gokarn town is a very religious place. Oh, and please don't disturb the Sadhus.. rumour has it they get offended easily especially if you ask them for advice about 'stuff'.

On the whole, the trip was a really memorable one. Gokarn is a gr8 place to holiday in, especially if you are bit of the adventurous kind and are really curious to find out what the foreigners find so exotic about India.

To sum it up , here's a pic that says it all ..

ॐ !!!

In Support Of America

Granted, America is Evil


Guantanamo Bay, Terrorism Initiaters, Oil Price Manipulators, Economic Destroyers, Imperialists, Britney Spears and the list of other evil things that America does goes on....


Siberian Gulags, The Holocast, Nuclear Weapons, Domestic Food and basic necessities shortages due to exports, No Economic Growth whatsoever, Murders and Rapers, Guess Britney is the only exception here... :P

The above is what the Nazis or the Communists would have done...

Don't you get it? America is the best bully the world has ever had. It is thanks to American policies and the overall victory of Capitalism that the smart and hard working at least have a chance to make it in life, irrespective of where they are born or the colour of their skin. Its thanks to America that something as open and liberating as the Internet exists today. Of course its true that America is the cause of many country's poverty, but that is mostly due to the greed and stupidity of the country's rulers. Look at the case of Taiwan, Singapore or Dubai.. do you think it would have been even remotely possible for small island nations to become prosperous if there was no America? Wouldn't Soviet Russia or the Nazis simply have taken over these small island nations?? Lets face it, American rule at least provides an individual or country the opportunity to break the shackles of poverty and have a fighting chance to stand on its own 2 feet.. if they choose to do so by playing it smart and working hard. At no other point in history has this been even remotely possible. The American experiment is definitely is a success, even if it has its faults.....

The Thing About Driving and Soccer

or basketball, rugby, hockey or any other team game that requires players to be spread out in a random fashion (ok, there are strategies and positions(midfielders, strikers, defenders etc etc, but what the hell...) but at any given time the distribution for a particular direction of ball travel is pretty random)

Now, say you are a midfielder who wants to take the ball all the way to the rival team's goal, how do you choose the best path?? All good players are able to spot gaps in the enemy's defense, and take the ball through those gaps to reach the goal. Some of the more advanced players are able to even create these gaps by tricking the rival team members and some of the even more advanced players even use other teammates to create openings.

Is it not kind of the same thing in peak hour traffic? The driver strives to find that little gap through which he/she can squeeze through so as to make it to the next traffic jam (:D) Its really the same skill as that what footballers use, only this time its like a free for all football game where each player in on his/her own, the ultimate 'goal' being getting to your destination on tyme!

Rollback Nightmare

Ever heard of a rollback nightmare? Nope?? Neither have I. Until now, cuz I made it up.

My first day at home, in my old room, on my familiar bed .. and I had to wake up at 5:30 AM thanks to the rollback nightmare. Ok, let me explain.

The nightmare went something like this. There's this character in the TV show L.O.S.T called Charlie (Now, the last time I saw the show was almost 3 months back, but it still came in my dream O.o) and he was explaining to the Indian military, what he was doing in some jungle in Sri Lanka and why aliens had come to kill "us all". It was like Charlie was in some jungle and the military suddenly descended on him. I unfortunately was like a ghost hovering around this entire scene pissing in my pants. Then suddenly Charlie starts singing the "You are everybody" song and that's when I decided that all this must be a dream and I had to wake up. So.. wake up I did!! Only to find myself in an exam hall writing an exam for God knows which subject. Fear gripped me like never before, panic and confusion all around.Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap!! Then I realized that I am somehow beyond this stage... hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Ah! the warm bed, the mosquitoes, the street light poring in its orange glow... my room... home... holidays \m/ \m/

Can't one just wake up from a nightmare into the right stream of consciousness??

Being Human

Is just being human, always a good enough excuse??


I'm dumb

Because I have nothing to write about. I need a topic to write about of course, but there is nothing to write about. Of course there are many things I COULD write about, but I have NOTHING to write about.

So I decide to write about searching for a topic to write about, for isn't that what I am doing right now? But then again, I realize that this still keeps me dumb for thats an age old ploy. Its like trying to choose a number really, like a good old 2, or a 7, a 99 or 49 but then realizing that you don't really want to choose a number and you choose nothing, but since you HAVE to choose something (say your life depended on it) you would probably choose 0. But zero is still a number and your back to square one.And that still makes me dumb.

Or maybe its all about growing old really, for you see, a kid who has just 'discovered' the trick of writing (or speaking, or enacting-whatever it might be) about the indecisiveness on what topic to write about would be elated at his/her unsurmountable achievement. But not me. For I am older.

Its like how old(er? maybe) people tend to not go against the system. They accept its nature and move along in life- living, crying, laughing and dying. The seem so sure about the eventuality of things and have accepted it all. But not the youngsters. The youth are always the backbone of any revolution or radical movement (Gandhiji spent most of his youth 'experimenting' on ways and means to break the system, so yea, whatever) and it takes some time for them to accept the existing system. Oh, but occasionally they succeed of course, and thats what leads to WW III's, Communism, Terrorism, The Red Cross, Astronomy, Physics, Microsoft Windows and what not. But I guess these are just outliers, freak accidents of chaos that help the Romantics extoll the greatness of the human mind and spirit. This, however is never the case, for your average Ram or Lakshmi (and Joe as well) whose's most significant contribution might be the writing of the text for a web page that helped a large number of senior citizens learn how to use the iPod, don't get to experience the greatest that a human being can be. Ah! but maybe you could count the first time they have sex, or see God, or when they hit the pavement at a 100 kilometers per hour as being significant high points in one's life, but those are things I cannot be sure of - yet.

So I guess, it really is ok to write about conventional topics, like love, your exams, your dreams, your family, your culture, your hobbies and the website manual that you might have to write in order to get that bonus, for however mundane they might be, at least they are true and relevant. In fact their very mundaness arises from the fact that they are true and relevant. So, for me, the search for something to write about was never really real, it was just a figment of my stubborn mind trying to be smart, act cool and show off. But in the end, if you've noticed, I did in fact succeed for I have written about searching for a topic to write about (Remember 0??) . The child in me is gloating over my victory (Clever aren't I ??) And this is what it means to grow older. I am old, for I got what I wanted, yet.. you think I didn't (But now you do because I told you for I do still need to show off.... because I'm still a child).

Baldism: The Ultimate Absolute

[NOTE: This entry is absolute crap. Read at your own risk. Hmmmmm, is my blog balding?]

There you have it, my first new religion and I christen it.. no wait, I 'bald' it 'Baldism - The Saving Grace of Humanity'. Baldism is, will, and forever be a truism on our beloved little planet for as long as human beings are alive lets face it.. baldism is what there is. Hmmmm, absolute crap you say? Let your beliefs be questioned more dear reader for I can prove to you the sureness and infallibility of baldism. Lets face it, baldness all around.

The earth is going bald. Yes, mother earth - Gaia herself is balding. With the millions of trees being cut down, don't you think the world is losing most of its Mojo (except of course if you compare her with Sinead O'Connor, which I'm sure you wouldn't, so why do I worry?). With the environment dying, and the earth's resources depleting, it isn't going to be long before we see a completely 'bald' earth.

The economy is balding. Many question whether it had any 'hair' to begin with, but what the hell, lets give Adam Smith some credit shall we. The paper money that you carry, was initially based on the gold standard. You could, in theory, walk into your neighbourhood reserve bank, shove a Rs.100/- note into a bankers face and demand an equivalent amount of gold. But no longer!! Now all you can do is ask for another Rs.100/- note because the previous note 'Promised to pay the bearer a sum of Rs.100/-' . The basis on which the economy was constructed is now... well... bald... No wonder we have a financial crisis on our hands, ever tried to balance a comb on a smooth bald head???

The modern spirit is balding. Where is the love, asked the black eyed peas.. thats what I want to know as well.. Where is it? It's being plucked right from under our very noses (no pun intended) only to be replaced by mind numbing mass entertainment, advertisements, greed, selfishness and of course coffee.

Engineering is balding, but with one tight tuft refusing to disappear.And that little tuft is called IT. Where are all the Mech dudes, EEE shockers and Chemical alchemists running away too? (Bah, I'm not completing this paragraph)

The amount of real baldness is on the rise, the world over, thanks to the UV rays from the sun.

I could quote many more examples for your sadistic pleasure, but I sincerely hope to have made my point clear. Baldsim is THE thought of the future. Scarcity is an absolute and unless we switch to a resource based economy, the future is bald. So as usual we do nothing about it and pass on the buck to the other person... no wonder baldism will never die out. Thus dear reader, let us embrace baldism and let its advocacy of excesses and carelessness sweep us through the depths of time...

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!! I actually wrote this crap. I'm really growing bald :(

A Pervert's Guide To Cinema: The Tulip Connection

When on a lazy Saturday Afternoon

"My Relationship with tulips is inherently Lynchian. I think they are disgusting. Just imagine aren't these some kind of, whaddyacallit, vagina dentata, dental vagina, threatening to swallow you up. I think flowers are something inherently disgusting, what a horrible thing these flowers are! Basically it is an open invitation to all the insects and beasts to come and screw me. I think flowers should be forbidden to children"

Now this is a Tulip.....

O.f'cking o

The Non-Anatomy Of A Blog Entry

There are so so many things that one can possibly blog about. So many topics under the sun, so many ideas floating around, so many thoughts we have in a single day! But almost none of them turn into anything concrete, say like a blog entry. Now why don't they become into blog posts or anything even remotely worthwhile? Probably because they are personal, you think its simply not worth it, you are not able to put your ideas into the right words or maybe simply because the idea is too damn bizarre. How many wonderful ideas do we lose in a single day? How many?????

The Cracker Crackdown

[NOTE: I do not wish to generalise the whole of the nation with this entry, however what I am writing about is the prevalent idea in my immediate environment(s). I am sure there are many parts of the country where crackers are still burst with all the enjoyment and fun that they bring]

Here's a question, what tagline would you give if a travel agent asked you to sell Diwali in a brochure??? Well, I'm sure most of you would have

come up with "The festival of lights".... but is it???

Over the past 5-6 years the amount of crackers being burst has definately experienced a downturn. Reasons..??

1. Child Labour
2. Pollution
3. Its just like 'burning money' (Guess that has been the age old excuse given by all 'Scrooges' out there who were against crackers (and the noise that they generate)

Now reasons 1 and 2 are very very serious issues indeed, there's no doubt about that...but why don't people think about child labour every time they visit the wholesale shop and buy clothes at 'wholesale rates', when they visit the mechanic shops to get their punctured tyres fixed, or even when they want to buy their beautiful carpets or awesome footballs?? I wonder.....

Or the environment when the shopkeeper hands them that plastic bag in which they take home their favourite chips packet, or when they (wantedly) forget to switch off the air-conditioner even when not in a room with they ever popular 'Shit, this is too hot' or 'OMG!! How much hotter can it get'.. yeah where is the concern about the environment, global warming or the melting of the polar ice caps???

I think the Indian psyche easily rejected crackers.. well, simply because its easy... Its easy to deny something that you don't have for most of the year and which is potentially nothing more than a waste of money. Its 'OK' with us to simply reduce diwali into just another festival with the usual sweets, people visiting each other and the poojas, but c'mon how many other festivals are celebrated in almost the same way?? I guess each family placed the burning of keeping up the spirit of diwali to the 'other person' till there was nobody left to carry on the torch.... We seem to
be destroying what might porobably be the most unique and widely celebrated indian festival with our small mindedness and pettyness...

With so much going on in the economy, why doesn't a private enterprise step in and start a cracker manufacturing company that does NOT employ underage workers? Or maybe even the government creating co-operatives that form a few months before the festivals, manufacture the crackers and then disband?? Where there is a will, there's always a way. And about the pollution part, well I hope people switch off the lights and fans before they leave the room, turn of the tap completely and always carry a spare plastic bag around when going shoppping. Maybe that way, over the course of the year they would earn enough 'green credits' that can be spent on the wonderful occasion called 'DIWALI' !!!

Article in The Hindu

Hey folks!!

Just wanted to let you know that an article I wrote got published in a supplement of 'The Hindu'

Here's the link!

This is also my first blog entry!!!

Thanks 'The Hindu' for publishing my article!! \m/

Learning To Learn

Yes Hi

I'm sure you've learnt many things in life, including how to say 'Hi'. Well, congrats that's something you learnt on your own!!! Ever wondered how you did it? Or even why you did it??? When did "Goo goo gaa gaa" become 'Hi' (No I am not going to go into behavioral learning or anything)

We've been taught many things in life - how to speak, how to read, how to write, how to do math, how to drive a car, how to bungee jump etc. Ever wondered why nobody ever taught you how to learn???

I know I needed to learn how to learn. Somethings are best learnt in certain ways and some in others..

These are some ways in which I discovered learning takes place in day to day life

1) Sleep on it - You never know what you might remember the next day and surprise yourself with what you actually learnt!

2)Observe.Break Down.Analyze.Integrate - This involves the left brain and can be applied to anything you want to learn but have no clue about

3)Observe.Observe.Observe - Let your subconscious do the learning for you. Like learning to ride a bike for example. There are no textbook on how to do it. You just DO IT, the max you can do is to observe a few riders.

4)Fake It Till You Make It Style - Keep doing things in a nOObish way, till one day you realise that you actually are good at it, yeah and you'll also remember the very many insults that people threw at you all the way (Now this isn't really a way to learn, but what the hell.. its a pretty popular saying!!)

Thats all I have to say for now
The quality of my blogs are deteriorating aren't they?? Hmmm...
Really Hi

All Afternoon Long

I'm sure you've heard of 'Morning People' or 'Night People'.. but have you heard of the 'Afternoon People'?? I guess not. Somehow the worst part of the day seems to be the afternoon times. Its that time of the day when you feel your energy drain, the zest for life being sucked out of you and want to simply lie down and fade away. If there ever was a time when the Devil is the strongest, it has to be the afternoon.

But the afternoon blues seems to affect only the older people. I remember as a child, a day used to be divided into 2 simple parts.. one when I'm asleep and another when I am not. I used to wonder how adults could be so weak as to sleep when the sun is high up in the sky and providing his warmth to everyone. Its really strange.. I guess children can never be influenced by the devil :P

Science tells us that the afternoon blues are due to a drop in the sugar levels in one's body. From my experience I realized that the best solution to this is simply to have some sugar about 1/2 hour after lunch. Somehow keeps the blues away!!!

Now, GM

All Nightmare Long

Death Magnetic - The new album by Rick Rubin, oh yes of course.. in collaboration with Metallica. The Gods of Metal's new album since 2003's St.Anger (It actually won a Grammy and went double platinum.. thanks to me as well.. I bought the tape, yes tape.. I never went through the CD phase.. directly shifted from tapes to illegal mp3's like most Indians \m/)

Anyway, do I like Death Magnetic?? I don't know. Do I think it will be a hit? I don't know.

But I do know this...

1) Lyrics suck
2) Solo's suck
3) The sound absolutely lacks any feeling at all.

Metallica's music always lay in the guitars. The vocals were never the main instrument for them to 'communicate' music.. it was the freaking guitars. And in Death Magnetic.. they seem to have thrashed it.. all for just one thing.. thrash.. yes, 'Thrash Metal' to be precise.....

I'm not going into a song-by-song breaking down of the album for I'm sure you can find many other reviews for stuff like that. But I'd like to make one observation - The songs sound like a 'cut and paste' mashup of riffs that could have been the fulcrum for a number of great songs.

Even St.Anger had Metallica's soul in it.. but this one? No way!! There's no Master Of Puppets Solo, no songs that build like 'One' .. and Unforgiven III ... LOL!!!!!!!!! Suicide and Redemption doesn't sound anywhere as inspired as Call Of Ktulu, Orion or To Live Is To Die.. I really wonder why Kirk is so reluctant to hit any high notes in his solos...

Poor Metallica, getting all beaten and kicked over by pig-headed fans who fail to accept that all great bands have to progress ( Guess no one complained when The Beatles stopped making love ballads and released St.Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club.. a psychedelic experiment.. yea and that was mainstream them...). So what's wrong with Metallica making Load and Re-load.. if you don't like the music, don't buy it for metals sake....

If Death Magnetic sucks so bad.. I'd blame you.. THE FAN, for killing Metallica. Stop telling them to make music YOU want to listen to.. listen to music for what it really is. Maybe Death Magnetic would have a couple of songs with lyrics about love and fatherhood, but at least it would have been honest music.. not manufactured shit like Death Magnetic... Metallica sound like a band being forced to make the music that they so want to run away from...

"...The Slave Becomes The Master..." - James Hetfield, in the song 'End Of The Line'

But its Metallica, and I'm still going to listen to the album because "Free Speech For The Dumb" was one of the most liberating experience I ever had way back in Class VII. When all you could see and hear around you was the Backstreet Boys the song simply blew me away (and did I mention that it has the F word in it as well??) Metallica's been a part of my life ever since. The least I owe them is a good listen....

Oh, n btw.. 'All Nightmare Long' is probably the best song on the album for me at this point...

What rubbish have I written? This was supposed to be an album review.. fckkk......

A Slightly Long Zen Story

Teacher: So students, what is the purpose of life?

BITS student who spends too much time on DC: Sir, the purpose of life is a life of purpose.....

Wierd Greek Dude: I second that. It is very important to have a purpose in life. In fact if the state does not dictate us with a purpose, finding a purpose is our single most important duty.

Teacher: Oh?

Indian Dude: Errr.. the question was what is the purpose of life, not what you are supposed to do once you are alive...

Wierd Greek Dude: Let me get to the point. As living beings with conciousness we need to define something known as a purpose. This is gives us the reason to live on....

Junkie: Reason? What is that??

Wierd Greek Dude: Reason is the cause and effect that we perceive in everyday life.. it is the....

Buddhist: So reason is a thought? Am I right??

(Wierd Greek Dude, thinks a bit and then nods in the affirmative)

Buddhist: But you think that the answer lies in thought? How do you know that thinking is an accurate process to decipher such a profound question. Isn't thought a major barrier in understanding the deeper nature of things? The mind is always in motion, never still enought to understand the true nature of things...

Junkie: Dude.. look at me.. I can be without having thoughts.. The acid man.. that really kicks some ass .. all you experience is true love man.. like you are one with the universe and shit.. your soul flying in the heavens....

Buddhist(Annoyed): But you are aware of all this right? There is an 'I' that is experiencing all of this.. so how can you be 'ONE' with the universe when you are still yourself??

Indian Dude: Now look here all of you. The problem with this line of approach is TIME. All that you know as 'thoughts' , the 'ego' , the 'I', philosophy, truth and meaning .. all of these exist in time. But what if time was a lie? What if time itself isn't real?? Then is the question "What is the purpose of life?" a valid question. The question does imply that for something to have a purpose there must have been a time where either it existed not having a purpose, or that a purpose existed when life was not. But what if time didn't exist.. then what???

Junkie: Dude, thats so whacked!! Thats some trippy shit man.. wow......

Buddhist: Yes, that is a very good question indeed....

Wierd Greek Dude: Well, you have me there my friend. We have no way of knowing whether the 'Time' that we experience is real or not....

BITS student who spends too much time on DC: zzzZZZzzzZZZzz (YAWN) zzZZZzzzZZZZZzzzzz....

Indian Dude: Sir, what do you have to say about it sir?

The old teacher slowly stood up and arched his back. He scratched his neck and tried to swat a fly that was buzzing around him. He then turned around slowly showing his back to the students, bent down gracefully and farted. The students were enlightned.


[If you ever find out who wrote this, do let me know]

You decided at a young age that love wasn't something you wanted to get messed up in, just like the way i thought about drugs. We've both had a few close calls, but nothing major. Nothing life changing.

Friends for sale don't interest you. It's give and take and you do neither. I wonder at how figured out you seem to think you have youself. Let my sentence structure fuck you up. This is just a story about love, anyway. Nothing you'd want to touch.

It's hard to choke yourself when your body focuses on breathing so hard. Holding your breath from the day you get out of this stifling town. Imagine what it's like to be me; I came here years before you and I'll leave here after you.

Years down the road, you and I will never meet. We will never pass by in the street and recognize the new lines in an old face.
I'm going to go ahead and force myself into your veins. I'm going to go make it so you never forget that I was alive. Close your eyes, I bet my image won't decay. Press my lips to your cheek and whisper that this is it.

I had the courage to do so long ago. Back when the ice wasn't so frozen, my blood shook up like a million tiny pinpricks under my skin. This will happen again. The clock is shattered but it ticks for both of us.

Back when you were younger, you promised never to get mixed up in someone like me. Someone who would try to wrap you up in the tangled tape from a mix she made, someone whose veins pump something other than normal.

Talk one more time and I swear I'll shoot.

This is me with my trigger finger tensed.

Supercorp Part1 - A New Story!

Hi folks!

Just to let you know that I uploaded my latest story on 'Word On Canvas'. My blog where I put up my stories and (hopefully) better non-timepass stuff.

Here's the link:

Hope you like it, and do leave your comments.

Thanks n adios for now!

Full Circle

A recent magazine survey showed that the average age at which Indians loose their virginity is 16. Ok, its not that low among people I personally know, but still its a figure to think about?

Wasn't child marriage (and hence Indians kids losing their virginity at age 14-16, you should read Ghandiji's 'My Experiments With Truth' for example) a staple thing in the 1800's???

Didn't people like Raja Ramohan Roy and Ghandiji do something about it?

But off late with the permeation of western culture into Indian society, more and more kids are experimenting with sex at a younger age... only this time without the security (or is bondage a better word?) of marriage.

Have we come full circle???

On Perceived Reality

Do lemme know why Pi=3.14159265358979323846… the question is WHY? Is there even a reason?

Wonder how a circle would look like if Pi=10 ??? Some kind of 3 dimensional oval??

First Encounter with 'Your Mom'

Me: Hi da, how you DOING??

Frnd: Your mom!

Me: whaT??

Frnd: Doing 'Your mom'...

Me: O.o

Frnd: Got jacked .. hahahhahahahha


Shhhhhhh.. how long can you stay silent?
In mind, body and soul??

The Noose

So glad to see you well, overcome them
and completely silent now
With heaven's help
And to not pull your halo down

But your halo's slipping down,
around your neck and to tug you off your cloud
Your halo's slipping down
Your halo's slipping down to choke you now

Me, Myself (Irene... Where Are You???)

Myself: zzzzzz, waa?? zzzzzz

Me: Stay awake, it doesn't look nice...

Myself: He's talking crap, I wanna sleep.. sleep is good. Re-wires your head, makes you more intelligent and improves memory and creativity. How about trying some lucid dreaming right now??

Me: No way!! wake up.. falling asleep when someone is talking is just plain wrong. You're insulting the guy you know. You're not that smart yourself...

Myself: Whatever, dai.. this guy is talking shit. Why is he teaching you to install an OS. You already know this crap.

Me: True, should I tell him that I know all this? Oooh! How about if i show off!?? Tell him that I know all about virtual machines, I used VMWare and stuff? What do you think?

Myself: Whateva, either you do something exciting or am gonna fall asleep and take you with me

Me: Alright, here goes...

Myself: Well........??

Me: Ummm, he looks so happy explaining it. Seems to be having a ball.. who knows, I might actually learn something.

Myself:Ok, he does look passionate about installing the OS, but learn something? WTF?? Do you know how irrational what you are saying is??

Me: Yea, what you say is true indeed. So....? Do I tell him to move on.

Myself: Hmmm, That'll require a jolt of energy and I am too happy now, in this half dreamy state..

Me: But this'll be a waste of my time otherwise

Myself: Next time, I swear... we'll speak our mind out. Next time no hesitation OK? Just leave it this time...

Me: Hmmm, sure.. next time.. surely??

Myself: Yea, surely.. now how many times have we been here before?

Me: Many I guess.. we sure suck...

Myself: We sure do... yep, we suck...

Me: So, next time.. no hesitations. I want your full support. We'll pick a fight with an annoying shopkeeper, talk to a random hot chick and ask her out, show the finger to someone who thinks they are smarter than us but isn't, get on with spirituality and all that other shit....??

Myself: Sure.. next time.....(Whisperingly) you wish.....

Vehicle Checking Point.. read this for your own good

There is this crossroad near my house which is now, according to a friendly neighborhood cop, an official "Vehicle Checking Point" (VCP for short).
As I was driving back from my Linux class 3 days back, a cop at the VCP showed me the hand.. yes the hand.. not the bloody finger... the hand.

[I got to tell you a secret about the hand, but that at the end of the article]

So I stopped by scooter (did I ever mention bike? No, its just a lil scooty teenz..), got off and showed the cop my license, registration and insurance papers. Now this cop was really really sad. I could see the dissapointment in his face, so I thought i'd probe him a little

[The foll convo was actually in Tamil, here is the english translation]

Me: Sir, why did you catch me, do i look like an offender??
Cop In White: No, we just try to catch people who look suspicious.......................
Me: Ok, but why me? among all the other people plying the road??
Cop In White: Most people have their license, but many don't have their insurance, thats why we catch them....
Me: Ok sir, thank you.. but may I know why there are so many cops in this locality? [There were 5 cops at the juncture at that time]
Cop In White: This area has become very dangerous sir. There are lots of stolen bikes and chain snatchings that happen here. These things don't usually happen on the main road
Me: Ah! Yes, as there area lot of people there??
Cop In White: (Incomprehensible)
Me: Ok sir, thank you....

(and I left, so far so good.. but I had my theories)

[TODAY, 3 days after the above incident]

(U can skip this part of u want.. read on 4rm the star mark)

As I was driving back from my Linux class, a cop at the VCP showed me the hand.. yes the hand.. not the bloody finger... the hand.

[I got to tell you a secret about the hand, but that at the end of the article]

So I stopped by scooter (did I ever mention bike? No, its just a lil scooty teenz..), got off and showed the cop my license, registration and insurance papers. Now this cop was really really sad. I could see the dissapointment in his face, so I thought i'd probe him a little

[The foll convo was actually in Tamil, here is the english translation]

Me: Sir, why did you catch me, do I look like an offender??
Cop In Khaki: We try to catch people who might not be having their documents
Me: Ok, but why me? among all the other people plying the road??
Cop In Khaki: We are not the enemy young man, don't worry. We only catch those people who look suspicious.....................................
Me: Ok sir, thank you.. but may I know why there are so many cops in this locality? [There were 4 cops at the juncture at that time]
Cop In Khaki: Oh, this juncture is now officially a Vehicle Checking Point. We are supposed to check vehicles for lack of documents (no mention of increasing crime rate O.o)
Me: Thank you sir......

As I left, a collegue of the cop who caught me flagged down a chap on a Karizma who looked like your typical TCS employee... my sympathy went out to the guy who also had all his documents...

Now, here's the real shit... b4 dat.. some gyaan..(Rumour has it that cops regualrly put traffic offenders into a ring (like in the Gladiator movie) and make them have face-offs with their vehicles. You can see the distinct markings on the sand in the picture, which can only be made by vehicles trying to run away from each other. Furthermore the cops also engage in betting on their favourite offenders. Here we see a cop giving a pep talk to his champion. The boy has obviously been caught driving without a license and is now forced into the arena. As you can see, personal safety is a huge issue in these face-offs. All policemen wear helmets)

The real shit

1. Cops want money

2. They can extract money from people

3. If you are wearing a t-shirt and jeans, it means you have money to spend and your parents have even more.

4. If you are wearing a t-shirt and jeans you are irresponsible.

5. If you are young and have a id-card hanging around your neck, you work in an IT company

6. If you work in an IT company, you have cash to spend.

7. If I am a cop, I would love to fleece these two categories of people

Need I say more???

Ah, yes and the hand signal.... If you go in front of a moving MTC bus and and stretch out your hand low, your fingers cupped and facing upwards, it means you are from the MTC and require a lift. Busses usually stop...

P.S. Try at your own risk. If you get beaten up as a consequence, please desist from showing them this blog. Thank you. GM.


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Date: July 24th, 2008
Time: 8:12 AM (Why am I up so early??)

The Detective (pun intended.. if you know what I mean)

SCREW YOU.. this is not a movie review, and no, I haven't seen the movie yet.

Heath Ledger, Heath Ledger, Heath Ledger.. that's all one can hear these days. How can so many people like the same thing? It defies all traditional logic and human experience. Where are the wannabe renegades, those who dislike stuff simply because so many other individuals like a certain thing (a so called negative review was dugg and the backlash to that article was unbelievable, it was still a 'positive' review according to many), I miss you people for once. For 'everybody' to like something as subjective as a movie is a statistical improbability of incredible proportions.

Heath Ledger, Heath Ledger, Heath Ledger.. is it because he's dead? Aww, give the guy a break.. he did other movies as well!! Whats that one about few gay guys on a mountain or whatever, that Oscar nominated movie...ooh, did it win??? But there are many others who didn't even know about his demise, and still praised him all the way to heaven. Unbelievable, even those who haven't even heard of 'The Batman' or 'The Joker' praise the movie like anything. Praising 'The Batman' suddenly seems to have lost the geekyness associated with it.. really really strange.

Ah! The Dark Night even beat 'The Godfather' which was a safe movie for everybody to refer to when asked 'What is your favourite movie?'. It has the right blend of intellectualism and coolness to simply make one look cool and intellectual by simply mentioning the movie.. but The Dark Knight? Its a Superhero movie for God's sake.. did all the IMDB members simply choose to play along with the common man's verdict?? Is this a classic case of herding behavior. Wonder what Ayn Rand would have to say about it all??

Yes, I am going to watch The Dark Knight, not because of the hype but because I am a Batman fan. Having read Infinite Crisis, Omac Project, all of Frank Miller's Dark Knight series, watching 'Batman the animated series' at least 6 times on good old Doordarshan, Batman Of The Future and what not, a Batman movie is a must watch for me. Ah screw you, Christian Bale is an amazing actor as well (Empire Of The Sun, The Machinist)

Heath Ledger, Heath Ledger, Heath Ledger.. lemme see with my own eyes..

The Hypomanic Edge

Who says success is attributed to your individual will, hard work,determination, perseverance etc etc? I guess most people you and I know would say so.. but not Dr. D. Gartner of Johns Hopkins University Medical School. In his pioneering new work - The Hypomanic Edge, he claims that successful people have a mild form of mania (the extreme forms being schizophrenia, remember A Beautiful Mind?) called hypomania a genetically transferred predisposition to Bipolar II Depression. Hypomania is characterized by quickness of thought, high energy, and grand ambitions. But it’s also accompanied by irritability and an inflated ego. Typical of successful businessmen and other highly motivated people don't you think??


Why O' Why?


What the hell am I doing?

Is the Dosa patented??

The Great Debate


A much debated question in TN is about who is a better .. whatever.. actor, crowd puller, mass entertainer, highest grosser.. it doesn't really matter. The Question asked is always "Machi, Kamal a Rajini a? yaru da gr8er?" There are people who would question me as to why I put up Kamal's pic 1st and then Rajini, but I would like to pacify those people with the fact that K come's before R (no hidden meaning attached again) in the English alphabet and that being the only reason.

Anyway, the paranoia in me reched new heights during the 1st few scenes of Kamal Hassan's magnum opus (when the bloody hell will Marudanayakan release??) 'Dasavatharam' where the Shaivite king resembled Rajinikanth to a large extent. To me it looked like a direct jab at Rajinikanth, wherein the shaivite king with his supporters (ie Rajini and fans) had subjugated Kamal and his fans (The Vaishnavites) in the box office due to larger collections by Rajinikanth in the past few years. Furthermore when the king forces Kamal in the movie to say "Om namo shivaiya", to me it seemed like Rajini was telling Kamal to embrace his model of movies, ie mass entertainers. The lyrics of the ensuing song has lines such as "If you feel the stones (poor box office sales = pain) pelting you, you will feel pain" and "If you know God (Film/acting as an art in itself) alone, the stones will not cause you any pain" . Uncompromising till the very end Kamal dies for his cause ie "Good Films" n refuses to succumb to market pressures. But hey, this is just an observation.

My personal opinion is that people who even ask the "Rajini vs Kamal" question ought to be shot in the leg at least twice for not understanding the nature of the 2 artists. To me both actors are great stalwarts of Indian Cinema and should be seen in their own light rather than in comparision, even if the box office may think otherwise. N btw Making mass entertainers that always do well(Heloooooo Vijay!) isn't an easy task.

The Crappiest Story EVER!!!


Me: I solemnly swear that I shall not edit any part of this blog entry and is an accurate representation of the author's original writing

Here Goes,

One day Billy Boo went up to Mr.Pump and asked if his toast crumbs had been repaired.Mr.Pump said that the rocket ship still needed to be installed and that the chicken engine was dead.Billy Boo was shocked and screamed,"NOOOOOOO!!!!!!Not my chicken Cocoa he and i were supposed to eat Mrs.Chicken Aloo Tiki together!!!!!".Billy ran home to his pet worm and cried out,"Now who is gonna peck my back,whos is gonna give me bird flu and who is gonna run into the level 10 hazard area with me!!!!!!!"(sob sob sob).The worm then turned into the grim reaper and said that he would pose as a chicken only if he sacrificed a rock to him.Billy thought hard and wondered if he could give up his rock,his second most favourite thing in the world.

Will Billy give the rock,will he find a new friend and will this story ever make sense?

All this and more in The Crappiest Story EVER!!!!

TO BE CONTINUED..............

By: Ghosface Smeller!

New Meaning

Frnd (who is also a blogger): Macha, see u da.. what plans now?

Me: Nothing da, chumma only.. probably write a blog entry.. vetti only..

Frnd: Scene...

Me: Why do you think we blog da? Out of vettiness only right? Height of joblessness

Frnd: Appadi ella paka kudadhu da.. its literary mastrubation.. avalo daan...

I rest my case

There's Nothing We Can Do But Keep On Learning

I frequent the TV very rarely due to the dearth of quality channels thanks to the introduction of the Conditional Access System in 2003. Yea, 5 years and hardly any TV.. the number of blogs over here proves the point too doesn't it? But anyway, late one night I decided to test my tolerance to boredom and switched on the TV.

Randomly I found this --->

Lok Sabha TV. They were doing a documentary on Quacks in the country, and it was actually pretty damn good. They were exposing Quacks, Police Officers and even various 'Quack-crack-down' dept heads. With practical advice on how to identify Quacks and test if the medicines they prescribeare genuine or fake, it was a really brilliant documentary- something all people even remotely Indian ought to know. For once I learnt something.

And then there was this--->

The Big Brother of all Indian News Channels. They were doing a story about a poor innocent girl's murder (i.e Arushi) followed by what Madonna had to say about some random paparazzi...

News I can use?? Hell No!!

Oh, n hiring hot chicks as newscasters to increase TRP's of a channel.. good idea btw :|

1,2,3 Click

3 seconds, yes that's how long it takes the average human to decide whether they want to read a piece of literature or not. When you look at a piece of writing, like this blog entry for example, what did you first see? I guess it would be the picture of the lazy cat that has put down its book for the sake of lazing/sleeping/watching TV or god knows what. Now that must've taken you about 1.5 seconds to process. So I got 1.5 more seconds to make you commit the next few minutes to read the article. Well, that's where the layout and colour combo of the entry and blog come into play really. The nature of the background ought to hopefully cut down the remaining time by 0.5 seconds, so I got 1 more second to convince you. And for that, I have the entry itself. Damn, I couldn't beat you.. damn.. but if you are reading this.. guess I did!!!


The light called out to me
From the deepest of pits, unable to climb out
For where logic and reason gave in
There is but an allegory

Of no known cause, and of an unknown future
the coldness descends all around
And in the mind the lights that dance
they dance only to torment

The endless loop that ceases in sleep
Only to be replaced by another
Like the stormy seas that rock the mind
A perfection that can only be

In mortal failure does the soul lie
lying its way to sleep
The ground beneath gives way
Where time's own laughter is no longer heard
Into the abyss the consciousness leaps

Again, and again
and again

Oil vs Rice

Most families tend to undercount the number of members in it. Always add a '+1' or '+2' to the count. Yea, you really got to include the vehicle that a family owns. Apart from the fact that it does not talk, it really does behave like a family member (or at least a pet, but again those are considered to be family members too unless you call a fish(s) a pet and the trail of thought doesn't hold true.. but then again, there are exceptions.....) really, it eats (oil), falls sick(hence visits to the mechanic), gets cranky if ignored (refuses to start when you really want it to), breathes (yea air, combustion requires O2!) and also repro... what the hell .. this isn't what the entry is supposed to be about anyway......

Here's how it was originally supposed to be:

I have for some time been aware that many companies tend to 'google' prospective employees and look into their social networking profiles and blogs to see if the person they plan on recruiting is officially a psycho or not. They also want an impression as to whether the candidate is serious about the subject or not. Thus, on further investigation I have grown to discover a community of fakers who seem to have loads of 'fun' posting technical articles on their blog to impress their respective employers.............

But I actually have fun thinking about such stuff. Yes economics rox... what the hell .. this isn't what the entry is supposed to be about anyway......

Here's how it was really originally supposed to be:

Oil - The black gold that is suffocating the world today, because some countries (under the expert advice of powerful companies such as Goldman Sach's and others) are investing in oil futures because they are supposedly paranoid about future oil prices although in late '07 and v.early '08 supply >> demand.

Oil futures are basically deals between participatory entities that in the 'future' a seller of oil would sell a certain amount to oil to the buyer at an agreed price IRRESPECTIVE of the prevailing price at the time of exercising of the futures contract. This usually happens when there is a lack of confidence in the ability to predict prices of commodities in the futures. Can't explain more over here...

Oh, btw this isn't what the entry is supposed to be about anyway...... nah just kidding......

Anyway, excess speculation in these futures market caused demand >> supply of oil. This pushed oil prices upward as the oil producers can demand more prices for the increasingly scarcer commodity.. Oil. Now, what did the Indian govt do to counter the rising prices? It allowed oil companies to purchase oil from the international markets at the prevailing rate and sell it to the end buyer (ie you and me). But before that the govt gave subsidies, so that the end buyer (ie you and me) would be able to afford the high priced oil. (The govt did provide for the subsidy using yours and my tax money, so technically we ARE pauying the real price, but thats a question for later..).

Now lets take a look at


What did the govt do when rice prices all over the world soared?? They freakin banned exports!!! They forced the farmers to sell rice to the govt at rates less than the international prices and gave to the end user (ie you and me) at a lower rate. But who is the end loser here... its the poor farmers!! The so called 'aam admi' that politicians so favour....

Why not carry over the same policy as with oil into the agricultural sector??

If farmers are allowed to export the rice, the domestic players would have to compete with international bidders for Indian rice. This would push prices in the domestic market upwards due to which the govt have to step and subsidize the rice by buying from the farmer and providing to the common man(ie you and me) at subsidized rates. (Finally a way for farmers to become rich as they receive international rates for their produce, but that's not what the govt wants is it? For them it is in their interest to keep the vote bank poor so that they can continue with their fake promises!!).

The losers of the current agricultural policy are the farmers. The real gainers of the current policy on oil are the oil companies and other foreign investors.

Lol @ democracy

Btw, there are many other angles from which the problem can be looked to give an almost contradictory view, but in economics the truth can never be ascertained with a 100% accuracy can it? Do you see the newspapers/news channels successfully predict market crashes???

Wateva, my first semi technical entry.. Yay!!

I Will Follow

I was on the outside
You said you needed me
I was looking at myself
I was blind, I could not see

If you walk away
I will follow
If you walk away
If you walk away
I will follow


Look up!!! Up there.. where you type the URL dumass!!!

2008 \m/

U2's new album in October

Metallica's Death Magnetic in September

Keane's new album in September

Oasis's Dig Out Your Soul come October 6th

Coldplay's Viva La Vida released this June

Thermal And A Quarter's This Is It released this summer

2008 sure is \m/

The Honk and The Yawn

A Honk is one of the most common sounds a city-dweller gets to hear. Especially if you live at the junction of many roads, the honks coming in from various directions seem to almost behave like a music instrument with 4.0 surround sounds. Ok, that was an exaggeration, but there was this 1 advertisement where auto drivers create music just by honking, or was that some movie? Blah


The honk....

The thing is, honking behaves a lot like yawning, especially at signals when there is a HUGE line of traffic, the light just turns green and the big-ass truck blocking every one's way refuses to budge. A simple lil honk from the last vehicle in line becomes a deluge of honk's from every other vehicle waiting in line!! Its not that the poor truck wants to not move. Whats the point in honking anyway?

Common points between the 2

1. Both are contagious

2. Both arrive out of a sense of desperation (Yawning:Sleep :: Honking:"Get the f*** outta my way)

3. Both are extremely addictive, you do it once and u'll want to do it again n again for that session at least

4. Both are evil and annoying


The yawn...

P.S. I found this when I googled 'You'.. muhahahahahahahahahaha!!

The Peasant

Meet the peasant a.k.a the common man....

He looks smart doesn't he? N also kinda cute (in a cartoony sense of course) But you could say he also seems a bit nitwitty. Someone for whom ignorance is bliss, or is it??

The peasant worked hard, very hard indeed. He did as he was told and in time told others what to do as well. He carried out his responsibilities well, took care of those around him, paid his taxes and drank tea.

But somewhere along the way, the common man became intelligent. He realized how to play the game, how to beat his competitors as well as his bosses. He learnt how to make easy money, for people made money of him. He discovered that the world isn't a fair place and that rules were meant to be broken and he too had become smart enough to break them. He had the knowledge and the tools to become the God of his own life.

But the common man faltered. The peasant in him was strong, strong indeed. He also knew that there lay great happiness in the simple. A life with his family, friends and relatives. A life of daily prayer of movies and smiles. One of enjoying the simple things in everyday life like the visits of relatives, of playing with his kids and of eating out in his favourite diner. It would be a good life indeed. One of contentment, peace and joy. One of ignorance and failure, one of relative poverty and ogling at the fancy cars that paced the streets. One of wondering what the all the rich and interesting people did in those huge mansions of theirs. One of being unknowingly exploited and never realizing one's true potential. One of paying his taxes and drinking tea.

But before he can decide who he really is.. its always too late.....