Thursday, September 27, 2007


Being lukkha is not about doing nothing or whiling away your time generally. In fact, as SD rightly remarks, it is wasting time doing nothing and still managing to get noticed for the same.

Population crisis or Propogation of species?

Indians have been voted to top the list of the communities of people who get bored most easily and frequently. Here's a cartoon take on it! [:P]

IPhone - Simply awesome!!

One word : O-R-G-A-S-M-I-C

(I got to play with one of them, call it mine for little time, yaaay!!!)

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

The Sound of Music

The air around me is filled with music. I feel ecstatic!!!
And musical instruments talk :P

Saturday, September 22, 2007

Infinitely bored!

Weekend are those precious pieces of times which I long for all through out the week. It is the most fun part of the whole week with loads of sleep, eating out-eating a lot-eating good, watch movies/soaps/animes/races ...basically anything and everything or just hang around with friends hitting arbit 'night-outs'.

Its just the night of Saturday and I am feeling just totally jobless, nothing to do, absolutely nothing to an extent that I watched and analyzed Karan Johar's "Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham" with Karthik and Fubu. (done talking, walking, football, TT, Terminator, guitar, hockey, blog reading and now blog writing too)....Thinking back now, cummon, it was Karan Johar for God's sake!! and K3G ... whoa!! . I must probably be out of my mind. Well, may be truly so, so much so that I am seriously contemplating picking up some text book and mugging.

Something happen!! Something new!! Something different!!

Just about anything......

Friday, September 21, 2007


Much seems to be acclaimed of this concept. Giving birth to this stardom was Mr. Arbit aka PPS aka The Bum. Continuing in his footsteps, I seem to be his humble successor.

Ah! The concept simply stated is the ability to goof up in any kind of situation, even the most impossible ones you may claim. Such goof ups happen so naturally that it is virtually impossible to believe to be true. I am already called a Joke by some, I would not want to further second that opinion by describing more about myself here.

Still, just to illustrate the concept, here is an incident which happened to me today. For the 20% weightage quiz or equivalently a mid semester exam to say, I landed at the exam hall mugging the wrong portions for the same. To add to my good fortune, 80% of the paper was from the potions I had failed to study and I even managed to screw up the only question I could possible attempt correctly. This is not very grave or something for I have already slept through a quiz, didn't make a formula sheet for a horrendous exam and many more similar occurrences, all with in the last couple of weeks.

This is Kannad-ness for you!!

Though it seemed in my freshie year when PPS was around that I had miles to catch upto to reach his level of excellence of setting off for a cross country race without knowing the route and obviously taking the wrong one, I have now gained that confidence in myself which my close friends have about me so far.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

What more Can I ask for?

(Passions: All together!!)
(A beer serving bot)


Two years ago, PETA got a rise out of everyone from dairy farmers to Mothers Against Drunk Driving (MADD) with its tongue-in-cheek advisory to college kids that milk is so bad, nutritionally speaking, that even beer is better for you! (scientifically proven supposedly)

Why you should Beer.....

Beer: Be Here!

"An ihm ist Hopfen und Malz verloren."
A German saying meaning a person just cannot understand;
literally: Hops and malt are lost on him.

"Oh, Lisa, you and your stories: Bart's a vampire, beer kills brain cells. Now let's go back to that...building...thingie... where our beds and TV... is."
- Homer Simpson

"They who drink beer will think beer."
- Washington Irving

"After watching Conan O'Brien's sophomoric behavior while interviewing Michael Jackson on his show this week, I have come to the conclusion that you can judge the level of a man's intellect simply by saying the word "beer" and watching his reaction."
- Chuck Skypeck, Boscos breweries

Of my merit
On thet pint you yourself may jedge;
All is, I never drink no sperit,
Nor I haint never signed no pledge.
- James Russell Lowell, The Biglow Papers

"Give my people plenty of beer, good beer, and cheap beer, and you will have no revolution among them."
- Queen Victoria

"I've always believed that paradise will have my favorite beer on tap."
- Rudyard Wheatley

Be always drunken. Nothing else matters...
Drunken with what?
With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you will.
But be drunken.
- Baudelaire

"Give me a woman who loves beer and I will conquer the world."
- Kaiser Wilhelm

"Ahhhhhhhh!!! Natural light!!! Get it off me!!!"
- Barney, The Simpsons

(Small collection of random quotes- A tribute to beer)

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

IPod Touch

IPhone - phone = ITouch
(My 2-month old 30G Ipod classic is now a non-existent model :'( )
(A 80G for the price of my 30G, so goddamn unfair!!)

Poori is the Secret of my Energy!

(soft and non oily...yum yum!!)

Statutory Warning: Breakfast in the morning is injurious to mental sanity. It gives too much energy and drives you totally nuts.

Before Sunrise

Quiet nights and clear skies,
Comforting darkness by the shining stars.
There is the fresh grass, green and bright,
Adorned by droplets, gleaming in the twilight.

A little happy bird sings along,
Crickets and frogs join the song.

Standing and staring from my balcony
I clutch my hands seeking warmth
Cool winds blow my hair back
The long ends of my dress flutter
I smell the nascent air, my heart thumps
My head is raised, bent towards the sky
My eyes slowly close.
I am lost in the moment.

The silence of the night, it beckons me
Takes my heart and sets me free.
A distinct smile decorates my face
Dawning upon me now are the sunrays.

The chirping is now louder.
Recalling, There was no light yet I saw so much.
Recounting, Is there so much light now, that I cant see none?
Those were the days or these are the ones?

Monday, September 17, 2007

Breaking Silence

There's no direction to my stare
No more flame burning in my heart anymore
Quiet, I keep it to myself
Until the sun sets slowly
I hear your voice in the evening rain calling
Nothing will keep us apart
No more lies and fear
There's no end to our story

Breaking the silence of the night
Can't you hear me screaming?

Sunday, September 16, 2007

End Of Days

Exams, I always thought were boring and painful. But coming to the fourth year, things change a little. Not that the exams are now any enterprising or for the least bit, any less boring than ever, it is just that they seem more enjoyable.

Well, there are quite a few straightforward reasons for the above.
First and foremost - NO lectures, absolutely NONE.
Just three papers in a whole week, which means four full days of nothing!! umm... nothing would be a wrong word to say, I should rather qualify such days as busy or hectic or sleepless even. Day starts early, very early mostly, breakfast even at times; then there is the IMDB assignment list to complete; the guitar keeps calling; the internet too works hassle free (sometimes without the ban even! yaay!!); even TV becomes a part of the schedule with 20-20s, EPL, F1 and more; bowling and video arcades; pizza huts and poptates; late nights which almost never end. And I almost forgot, Gowri and Ganesha also grace this occasion.
So what else could I ask for?

Sadly, all that is going to end in a while from now. I have to go to class tomorrow. I chew on my last modak now.

Monday, September 10, 2007

Modern Times

Charlie Chaplin simply rocks!!!

Sunday, September 9, 2007

The Raging Bull

So, for a second time, they[Pharisees] summoned the man who had been blind and said:
"Give glory to God and tell the truth.
We know this man is a sinner."

"Whether he is a sinner or not, I don't know", the man replied.
"One thing I do know.
I was blind but now I see!"

(Extract from the Bible)

Those cheers still ring in my ears.
For years, they remain in my thoughts.

As you know, my life wasn't drab, though I'd much...
Though I'd rather hear you cheer when I delve into Shakespeare.

My kingdom for a horse. I haven't won in months.

Though I'm no Olivier, I'd rather...
I'm no Olivier, but it ain't the ring, it's the play.
Give me a stage where I'll rage.
Though I can fight, I'd rather recite.
That's entertainment.

-Jake La Motta

At the start of the movie, in the middle of a fight, La Motta's undefeated but behind on points. He is taking a lot of punishment. The commentator exclaims,
"Tell me why.
Why come here to get beat?"

"Do the right thing.
You're outpointed.
You'll have to knock him out."

Voices resound among the audience.
" Bite him, kick him, anything.
Listen to Joey(his big brother)."

"Get all over him."

Jake pays no heed to the noises around him. All he is concentrating is on his fight. He takes one jab after another and another. He waits. He is allowing himself to be beaten to pulp. He then looks lowly at his fellow fighter and jeers, "Is that the best you can do?". He waits patiently.
Seizing the opportunity when the opponent feels he is almost finished, goes complacent, Jake explodes with a burst of punches, jabs and hooks. He just keeps them coming one after the other till his opponent is floored. The count of 10 begins. The opponent is knocked out completely, very evidently. But before the referee finishes counting, the time is up.

Jake is declared the loser based on the scores till then.

Winning was his primary objective, yes. But, that was not all. In the case of Jake LaMotta
atleast, it is not just the win, the victory that mattered, but the way in which he achieved it. He could have possibly very easily outscored his opponent. The ends are important nevertheless but what really provides true satisfaction is the means to reach the ends or somewhere close to it.

Differently put, the ends are for the world, while the means are for oneself.

(be be continued)

Monday, September 3, 2007

A Dream Come True

Scene 1:

Its a dark, murky room. Cobwebs adorn this abode. Lizards add to the life here. There are bulbs, tube lights and flashlights even, all around this place. Yet this corner is pitch black.

A figure is walking up and down, all across my room. He looks restless. A closer look reveals a decently dressed man who seems not to know where he is or why he is. At least, he doesn't remember. He keeps mumbling.

He looks every now and then, every two minutes, at this round black, silent object lying on his bed just a few feet away. Suddenly, it starts to glow yellow and producing an alluring tune. He seems to be aware of little else. He keeps walking up and down. His pace seems to slacken as he nears the bed; somehow he never manages to reach the bed.

He looks impatient. He seems unsure. Something appears to be bothering him.

Now I sense something else, a sign of despair elsewhere. The man seems to sense it too, for he stops pacing for a bit. He probably thinks maybe it’s a neighbouring cell for he resumes his pacing. I could swear I saw a shadow cowering and shaking in the corner… but all that I can know for sure is that there is a sense of discomfort, a lack of ease lurking around.

For the first time, the pacing man exclaims aloud

"Thinking may be a wise choice"

"But what am I to think?"

(a brief pause)

"Or rather who am I to trick?"

He wonders. He thinks. He thinks on.

Now I notice that he is talking, no, in fact he's conversing with someone who still cannot be seen clearly, hidden behind dark curtains.

"Who are you? Who are you? Who is it out there? Reveal yourself", he yells frantically.

"Its good manners to introduce oneself before asking the same of others", replies the other voice.

"I am Noman", the man says. "Who are you? Why am I here? Why are you here?” asks Noman now in a confused tone.

The voice booms back, "Welcome. You made this yourself. You will not remember. Of course. But I do."

(an intimidating laugh rings in the room)

Ignoring Nomad's questions, the voice in a rough though serious note starts off, "Listen carefully to what I say because just thinking and rethinking isn’t going to help you."

"All events happen for a cause. There is a good reason why you are here. It is just as good a reason for why the sun must rise, or fall. Do not hurt yourself for it is no good. No good reason either. Pain comes to all. Worries plague all. It is there for it is. Life is not without a thorn. Spend not your time in trying to figure out who I am. You have the answers for all you need."

(voice fades out)

Scene 2:

The object glows. Its sweet soothing sound echoes for a long time. As time proceeds, I helplessly watch it go crimson, then cardinal, chestnut and finally coral. The dolce fades into a dolorso. It’s all calling for him.

No answer.

Scene 3:

Its raining heavily outside. The mighty thunder roars.

A perfectly motionless body lies flat on the floor. His once ebullient face is now plain and white.

Thick metallic chains shimmer with an electric blue and a glowing green with the flash of the evil lightning that illuminates for once the pitch black corner…

Scene 4:

A bright sunny day. A jovial young man with cobwebs in his hair and scars on his limbs is happily dancing down the street. There are no cobwebs inside his head, or shackles in his mind, nothing seems to affect him. An eternal smile marks his shaggy face.

(edited version)