Filling vacuities, one word at a time

9 pm portrait

2011-02-20T21:04:00.002+01:00

a destroyed chocolate cake
biscuits of no revered make

an unmade bed
sheets well-fed

that's how my sunday looks like
when the weekend runs out of pike

When it is dark outside, the windows flaunt reflections of the inside..

2011-02-09T15:20:00.009+01:00

Two windows in front of me stand,
framed, silent and bland.

Peeks a tall chimney from one,
two dry branches with no sun.

I see a shelf full of books,
some for 'em cooks;

A little bottle of rye,
around the corner of my eye.

But then it's all me,
two feet next to my tea.

Political culture among non-politicians.

2011-01-08T10:43:00.005+01:00

Politics (from Greek πολιτικος, [politikós]: «citizen», «civilian»), is a process by which groups of people make collective decisions.

I am not going to harp on the things that you already know, accommodating for your intellectuality in Indian politics. I will not take any names (or numbers) in this essay.

Re: Cynicism.

Politics and politicians are viewed with certain degree of disdain across the lands. Common opinion is that the kurta-clads are scoundrels and talking about them or their acts is a futile act immersed in a form of grandeur that would make you be called an arm-chair intellectual. Sure, but let us address the futility of the issue a little later. For the moment, let us recollect a time when politics was not a bad word. People of my generation probably cannot. If we revisit the Indian political leaders in the 1940's or 50's.. and our opinion about them.. ah wait, the problem with starting this argument is that it sounds like a cliche even before one starts waxing one's words. What has changed over 70 years has been addressed in many scholarly books and opinion columns that we do not like to read. (Unfortunately) either due to differences in preset opinions, or scarcity of time. But it is essential to note that politics was not always about politicians. Politics was about civilians.

There are two classes of politics - (1) the well-known party politics based on the electoral voting system, and (2) the obscure-but-valid-term citizen politics, i.e. role of citizens. Needless to say, one is more dominant than the other, but both are equally existent, in my opinion. The reason the former is more influential (obviously) is because there is a physical system that exists in the country namely the Constitution, the different administrative bodies and government frameworks - to take care of the latter. Civilian participation is mostly voting, filing petitions, the recently popular RTIs, living-room discussions, media critique and sparse online fora. And paying taxes. Both these political classes are correlated. But you already knew that.

I often wondered if the disjoint and the discontinuous cluster of events that contributes to the latter class of politics is the reason for its impotency. Up until a few years back, these packets of public opinion/query existed in diaspora. Trite as it might sound, but the advent of communication technology in the last few years accounted for a lot of populous movements, though mostly concentrated on entertainment and personal promotion. However, this technology could be the percolating pathway that unites these disjointed clusters, for there are many well-meaning educated people who in spite of the cynicism, harbour goodwill for the nation. Humour me, for I am a hopeful romantic. =)

The problem I feel is that we were preceded by (or are a part of) a generation of common men and women who witnessed a dramatic decline in the quality of political leadership. One of the primary sources of educated spirited leaders during independence period was the middle class. As the 70's-80's approached, this demographic focused on more personal economic welfare than that of the society, thereby fragmenting communal ideologies. I guess this is also the period when the middle class began consider themselves as the benefactors of the political class, and something away from the system. The decline of this section of population in politics was promptly replaced by more street-smart albeit (even) less altruistic forces. Historians would have references to Congress party here, esp. Mrs. Gandhi Sr., but I feel this very historical demonising/dietification of political leaders serves as a crutch for us to ignore politics as either dirty or elitist.

As a young man in your teenage years, you develop a certain understanding of society and a sense of responsibility - a simple pervasive fervour born out of conscience and historical rhetoric. But as years roll by, depending on your geographical positioning, you either grow cynical of the same, or variedly helpless, as you realise the distance and disproportion between an individual self and the communal environment, namely your country. Mid-twenties is an age when the self and the ego begin to part ways in a man. (The self consists of various streams, social conscience being one of them. Ego however deals with a unstemming purportful diligence towards attaining the good life as per popular models.) In a desire to make oneself someone of a consequence among a billion, one loses respect for the social conscience. The foot soldier does not fight for the system (formerly known as nation in his head) anymore, but begins to think he has to fight against/through it. As one of my friends remarked, the idealist becomes a realist.

The so-called decline in the overall quality of political leadership, it must be noted, coincided with the demise of the common middle-class middle-aged man's social idealism.

"Does this mean jump into politics?" This is a wrong question to ask, coz we were never originally supposed to be out of politics. "Does this mean I need to run for elections next time?" Not necessarily.

I refuse to believe that there are no good people in politics. Or that there are no administrators within the system who want to help the junta, given the leeway. There are several unfortunate circumstances in which the current political system works, and if you have read any newspaper in the last 10-20 years, you know why. But the political machinery works in that way, coz todate the citizen politics was never organized enough to question it. Neither did it have a national platform to serve as a reflection of collective public opinion. (Media, was supposed to be this very thing, but that is another story.) What the good seeds in the government need, is a better and transparent system where their honesty comes forth. And this can be largely aided by having an active second class of politics, which is politically educated enough, to demand better.

It is no news that an individual's identity today is both physical and virtual. And soon, what one does on the internet, would be as pertinent as what he/she does on the streets. (Online govt. offices, national IDs and NRI voting are just the beginning of a larger changing face of democracy, I feel.) There is a difference between having an odd status update and having a culture for political discussion. The stigma that needs addressing first, is that speaking about politics is not futile. Neither is it superfluous. It is our forgotten responsibility, if anything.

Surely after twenty years of witnessing the political circus, one should be able to have eye to sift the bullshit out from the shit. Without falling prey to agents of polarising opinion, one could have a well-rounded opinion on current affairs by having a communal discussion with an educational pursuit. Gray versus black/white. Not back-slapping or huddles of like-minded commentators demonising X or Y, but a balanced debate on policy which includes self-critique. Diversity in opinion demands for factually relevant points to be expressed, which would propel the discussion away from personal issues and more towards the ideological arguments, which is what at the end of the day politics is about. About ideologies of citizens, not politicians.

Unless we take politics seriously, we are not a serious society. And if not, we do not deserve serious leaders.

P.S. This turned out longer than I thought. =p

trans-tense

2010-12-16T11:59:00.005+01:00

a long time ago,
today was the future;

only
i thought it would be with less work.
=)

these days

2010-12-03T18:53:00.002+01:00

things in my head
cannot make it
to the keyboard

jazzing up the darkness

2010-11-07T17:33:00.004+01:00

".. jazz clubs are where old people go on saturday nights.."

(30.10.10)

gainsbourg

2010-10-25T09:13:00.005+02:00

watched the movie over the weekend. among other things, learnt that the ruby bhatia song was a rip-off! the first 20 secs of the trailer, dummy!

why ruby, why? why did nt you just say so, oye?

p.s. the movie itself is a very imaginative biopic. tad long, but props for the acting and the treatment. but, long.

time (monday mornings)

2010-09-27T11:02:00.001+02:00

the body has caught up
the mind is still forgetful

realisation is such a drag

brandi carlile

2010-09-03T23:01:00.001+02:00

piano man

2010-08-09T23:02:00.003+02:00

discovering things that can be done with one hand

2010-08-01T21:47:00.004+02:00

viva la revolucion! =)

willingness to change

2010-07-26T10:09:00.004+02:00

like a peddler
i walk around
hawking my wares
each morning
i wait
for the day to run scarce

when we live through days, soon enough they turn into months or years and eventually this leads to a stage when we seem different than what we remember ourselves to be. depending on whether we like it or not, we label it either evolution or change (a more colloquial expression for the former would be development).

in certain young communities that i have been social in, change in an individual is said to be brought about due to circumstances or certain docile aspects in one's personality - a pitiable thing in the general conscious. change here, would be a sign of weakness with regards to the ego. for it is in some way represented as a compromise of individuality to a larger social entity or responsibility. a negative but existent trait.

in some other communities, change bears no such great commentary on one's personality and in fact is merely a burdensome exercise which would warrant a sacrifice of heavenly proportions of one's social lineage. its absence is a commonplace phenomenon like sloth or similar mild human features. also, age comes in for a quick rescue in most cases.. and to change would be nearly impossible, owing to the mental exhaustion involved. a fairly superfluous exercise.

development on the other hand is (puzzlingly) sketched to be something completely different. often termed well-read or.. curiously enough, well-paid.. it shares very little vocabulary with change. painted in glorious colours of maturity, it is usually lit up as a tribute to success. and wisdom. a more forgiving differential from what one starts off as - a twerp. a fairly positive step up.

so how much of change is an infringement of a person's identity and how less of it is a natural or warranted development? considering the total ambiguous nature of identity.. a fine line.. a broad spectrum?

when there is a hushing sigh of resignation for the change in a person, is it just a derivative of the negative opinion existing of an unnecessary difference? or the misunderstood face of an evolved man? why the resistance to change?

adult life brings along a few new things.. takes away some as well. but choice is not one of them. but to choose, one needs to be willing.

you could click the perfect picture

2010-07-23T11:18:00.003+02:00

.. you could write the perfect song. have the perfect weekend.. or go one-up.. win the almighty cup.

thence..?

with a clear mind, and a sated heart.. i enquire what is it that awaits yonder. i do not particularly rationalize happy endings. i find them, premature in reality. for unlike say (most) movies, life has a longer reeltime. and accommodates no sequels. presumably.

is it just about the day then? quam minime credula postero (putting minimal trust in the future). #horace

i have been having my perfect weekend since months now. a year even, perhaps. and now, i look at my watch and wonder when is it gonna tick out.. when will the credits stop rolling? which of course speaks of the skeptical realist that one has become, that which does not believe in the immortality of the enduring positive vibe around, or is dispassionately insecure of some harbinger.

possibly anything that i'd say beyond this, would make me seem like a madman; perhaps not a deterrent, but could certainly undermine the primary thought.

happiness = state of mind. agreed. and sautéed.

so how long can a state of mind exist in a consistent and unaltered fashion. how long can a man be happy?

the permanence of change denies any perpetual existence. of form, or figments. in the civil world that we have created around us, there is very little that i find labeled the ultimate. that is, not yielding to loopy sensations and charitable market-idolism of the term nirvana, there is not very much that i find particularly pinnacle-worthy to be pinned so. small hills, no mountains; all around just blind men, without curtains.

or may be i am just not there yet.

i often tail it down to one's ambition. or the lack of. we all have our perfect pictures in our heads. the versions that we carry might not be the same, usually never are.

so what happens when you have clicked the perfect picture?

there will be no distance left to run anymore. there will be that, and then the rest

this one

2010-07-22T10:17:00.001+02:00

.. just makes you wanna grab a camera and click some.

The First Days of Spring Official Trailer from charlie fink on Vimeo.

magnifique. noah and the whale.

(here)

2010-07-20T14:26:00.001+02:00

distant times
forgotten thoughts

a walk

to where words seem scars

everyone makes mistakes in life

2010-05-28T15:14:00.000+02:00

picture from here.

the sun's out..

2010-04-25T16:42:00.002+02:00

.. the grass is green, the flowers yellow and the sky behind painted perfect blue; all the colours seem right. the air around is warm enough to carry the right tune along. in light and in fact.. i find myself grabbing onto images of days of my life - though regular and existent, i fear their fleet. as man gets older, much i like do everyday, a sense of permanence keeps fading in and out of consciousness. as aware as i am, of the fact that nothing lasts.. i am hit by something like a mere stroke of greed, an anxious moment of selfishness that if the world permits.. for me, to have this to be held in more than just my present.. i would like that to be had.

sometimes i wish i were more than just a man. i wish i had more than just wishes.

and words.

(500) days of summer

2010-03-28T14:18:00.010+02:00

upfront - i liked this movie. it's a romcom, yes.. but even as a part of me is apologetic that it is, i liked it. it's one of better postmodern movies that you ll see and acknowledge. it's indie.. it's mushy, but then again, it has a great color scheme. plus lovely camera work. it's a movie that will make you smile, for you know it's true. it's like a lil cute cousin who is too adorable for you not to pinch her cheeks. that's right.

p.s. i think i ll need to go watch 'die hard' tomorrow, munching on a big mac with nachos and soda, to get the testosterone levels back up. and *burp*

jack + matt

2010-03-27T18:04:00.007+01:00

jack spencer. i liked the "native soil" collection the most from the lot.

indulge.

the snow's melting

2010-03-21T15:22:00.000+01:00

before tomorrow snatches it away..

2010-03-14T22:08:00.003+01:00

.. from my desk on a sunday night, a short letter to myself:

believe. to believe in something requires a certain degree of madness.. a little bit of faith, and a whole lot of patience. but believe.

signed.

rubbing my eyes

2010-02-25T12:09:00.002+01:00

what's he building in there?

2010-02-16T12:56:00.006+01:00

since sometime now, i ve been growingly restless about my future. which kinda goes against my well bought principles. (and i am not very pleased about it. alarmingly calm though.)

i am not sure. is the answer. there are questions.

1. greatness. all our education would suggest, greatness is something that is bestowed upon you, not something that can be chased or scheduled. i remember having a lengthy discussion with one of the senior scientists about this topic and soon realised that - greatness is handed out in kind packets like savories in the local mithai shop, if you are lucky enough. i ve seen greatness walk around the corridors in the building i work in; i ve shared elevators with it.. pissed in pee pots next to it. there is no glamour to greatness after its 15 minutes. there is its existence though. in a quiet and sometimes respected manner. which made it apparent, it is not greatness one should chase.. but respect. and it is far more humble. and less restless.

In These Arms from banjo bandstand on Vimeo.

2. love. impure. women are selfish. men are stupid. the days two of these people are fooled outta these.. the two are happy and the world would seem as glorious as the sun beams across a shining bay to call it lovely.

3. home. we lose it everyday, only realise it much later. don't try to define it, it will only make you sad.

4. happiness. is all around you. =)

ironic lives, brilliantly underlined by some habitual need for excitement and clamouring for attention in hours of uneasy solitude. this, is what we ve become. as a generation.

sometimes i get annoyed with myself, for turning into two people.

***

and in three years from now, if i am still writing stuff like this.. and if you see me around, remind me of the following video i ve been saving since sometime now. kindly.

Baradapur School, India - (charity: water) from charity: water on Vimeo.

everything worth living is dead

2010-02-09T11:56:00.002+01:00

in this meandering excuse for life
we walk
without purpose
without a sense
of anything important
or seemingly distant

for
nothing more than an evening
that will realise
after the long withering day
of unused parables
and disproportionate excitement

it is here we walk
without purpose

in these worthless lives

mashal meme

2010-02-08T20:17:00.001+01:00

i think this should be the viral video of the month (since there are no national anniversaries.. no hotels blew up in a capital yesterday.. no AB videos telling you about the country and similar cued emotions). once in awhile, it is not bad to get inspired in the absence of a particular reason. paste it on your social networking site, if you know what i mean.. who knows, someone somewhere might get inspired; tough times, these. remember, in strange ways, this world works. jai hind! =)

hm..

2010-02-04T15:28:00.002+01:00

there are occasions when you would like to reply with a one-liner videlicet "sod off, you piece of shit!" but then you take a moment and slowly hit the delete button; thereby saving a couple of people some superfluous trouble, may be.

i seem to be doing this quite often these months. i don't like doing it, but i think it's the price one has to pay while growing up.

let me formally register my complaint - growing up sucks.

coz at times i like "such type" of songs

2010-02-03T12:16:00.005+01:00

(songs that just play somewhere in the background, not intruding your thoughts, just your senses.. in a mild manner as if brushing past the conscious).

romanticising life.

people who ve known me for long enough (in continuum) would prolly agree that i romanticise most things in life. if not, all. to me that is strange. for the longest time i remember, i wanted to be a stoic. i could not manage that, instead.. i turned out to become a loud professor of inane moments of an excitable life.

and i have a problem with that.

sometimes.

but not today. coz i wish to write about something else. for there is little or no reason, to be sorry today. it has been a week that started with me eating the chilli con carne from the good party over the weekend.. leading into moments with the seven layered salad and the cake(s) i am yet to finish. it has been one of those weeks so far and quite frankly, i am not sure if i ll get over it anytime soon.

also, am a bit bored at work these days.

its purely a personality disorder, this. boredom.

i ve been complaining to myself about the disregard i ve showing towards work and such lately.. sleepwalking through the weeks without much being done, or attempted. for someone who would like to get outta the place, i ve nestled in to quite a mood of inactivity.

at some point of time today, i was convinced that the mind and the heart are two completely separate organs and function, operate independently, exclusively and are totally indifferent to the other's wishes. i also realised that i have come a long way in life, from dating women who liked half-priced margaritas.. to the ones who don't, for example. my jokes however, still reside in a state of being unfunny.

waiting for the lunch break, i write blogs whilst making wish lists starting with the words "i want".

i want to cook lunch on a wednesday afternoon. i want to buy a camera. i want to make a home movie. i want to write a sad poem. i want to walk down to lumas and stare at the picture i cannot afford. i want to pretend i am god.

only to realise, wishes are horses, and you can only ride them once so often in the urbanity that we live in.

now listen to the song again if the mood permits. he wrote it well.

p.s. i get cranky when i am hungry, as can be observed.

orphée et euridice

2010-01-30T08:33:00.005+01:00

went to a french opera/ballet yesterday called orphée et euridice. watching semi nude people flay their arms and legs around did come across as rather "different" initially, but as the synopsis played out one realised that such form of art is as trans-cultural as say, some american genre of music.

though originally a greek tale, stuttgart's famous ballet company performed the parisian version of the opera, which includes more ballets. chris spuck's choreography was remarkably impressive and in spite of the complete handicap that was language, i was quite interested in the proceedings. they used colors and props (notably ladders and chairs) to set the scenes up in a sophisticated but minimalistic manner. i shall refrain from sounding like some sorta expert by commenting on the tenor's voice intonations, but luciano botelho (who's seen in the video) in the shadow of the more famous kenneth tarver (as the old german couple discussed on the train ride back) did a decent job; but the highlight to a novice like me still remains spuck's direction.

the ballet is indeed an evening well spent for anyone who enjoys what actors/dancers/singers/musicians do within a scene of drama.

i like.

one of the things about jet lag is that..

2010-01-25T07:07:00.002+01:00

.. it wakes you up way too early in the morning and makes you listen to loopy pop music on youtube.

nippon '10

2010-01-24T08:24:00.005+01:00

from watching sumo wrestling on tv to eating octopus arms sitting on the floor, it was everything that one expects from japan. all good things about a country with the most congenial population, are meant.

i heart-ed japan.

tim minchin

2010-01-15T11:27:00.006+01:00

introduction.

irony.

is that it?

2010-01-08T11:24:00.000+01:00

is it a terrible thing to live life without a dream?

to all the tricks that we learnt this year..

2009-12-31T09:53:00.001+01:00

poland

2009-12-25T23:14:00.004+01:00

tatry

i did nt write a single word on the trip. did nt have a thought, apparently.

but then again, i think this poem by charles bukowski prolly sums it up for me..

at this time
I no longer have to work
the nightclubs, the universities,
the bookstores
I no longer have to tell the freshman English class
at the U. of Nebraska (Omaha)
at 11 a.m. while sitting
at a yellow elevated desk
why I did it
how I did it
and what they might do in order to do
it for
themselves

I don’t mind the plane flights back
with the businessmen
all of us drinking doubles
and looking out past the wing
trying to relax
grateful that we were not on skid row
knowing we had certain abilities
(so far)
which have saved us from that.

I may have to do it all again, but
right now I am where I belong:
passing over my own Grand Canyon
on schedule
no seat belt
no stewardess
no lost luggage.

and brick by brick..

2009-12-12T07:25:00.004+01:00

it is very early in the morning. the sun has not shown up yet. the air in the room is sleeping. and my mind is still playing with its new friend, peace.

it is in hours like these that people sing few worded songs on two chords, lying on their beds staring at the black ceiling.. wondering what took so long.

is it real
this bliss
or is it another fable
just another tale
sprung outta mood
looking for a label

p.s. a few weeks back, i watched a movie and realised that my life could actually be that of a suburban woman in the states called pippa lee. who knew!

somehow

2009-12-11T21:50:00.002+01:00

today, everything seems okay. alles.

what now?

2009-12-08T02:52:00.001+01:00

that's 16 straight hours of optimization and the sample still does not respond.

and people tell me 'am plain lucky.

i think..

2009-12-05T16:35:00.004+01:00

this is awesome! an alarm clock which goes (flies) off and doesn't stop until you catch the rotor and stick it back in place.

(from the makers of this)

just in case you forgot about the harmonium

2009-12-04T15:17:00.002+01:00

.. or lisa hannigan, for that matter. =)

it is simplest to write about yourself, for reasons best left unexplained..

2009-12-03T23:17:00.001+01:00

#3 Mia Riddle and her band - Grand Children
von lecargo

things seem less ordinary today.

all the plants in my street lie dead, for its winter. and it is cold. another year around the sun, i go around smiling at the things i sold.

i walk in and out of many lives each week trying to catch a glimpse of what days with sunlight would be in the worthy shadows of friendship. lives in their distant selves being entwined into a lil maze of subjection and gumption, where dialogues are often restricted to conscious colourfulness, or on cloudy days - unabashed playfulness. and in the middle of the sentence, i pause and i wonder what am i doing here in the midst of the deliberate society that is pleasantness. wherein this lil forest of people who stand still in their perceptions of life and its likes, i have seen many wither into meaningless memories. surreal seas of words flowing under and around bridges made on astonishingly soft lands of reason.

there is a street in my life where i walk without fear, all the hundreds of houses abandoned within sight, not a soul. there is no ghastly sense of dismissiveness to what i see. in the little words that turn around these fingers, i mean well.

but for the things, which deem less ordinary today.

at nights

2009-12-01T08:23:00.004+01:00

are times i feel like running away
away from all this
everything around

then i remember
i am running

somedays

2009-11-30T10:32:00.002+01:00

i wake up to falling skies
and soggy clouds
as little words are being whispered
in their distant shrouds
i lay there weary
of going out into the crowds

dream theater's european tour '09

2009-11-29T14:27:00.003+01:00

ich war.. dort.

found scribbled on an old paper

2009-11-29T09:39:00.001+01:00

may be
you are misunderstood
'cos you misrepresent

and if i twittered.. (i would punctuate, of course)

2009-11-28T13:01:00.016+01:00

RT @abbeyo Good quiz man!
4:44 PM November 28 from web in reply to abbeyo

I think I just killed a banana.
4:06 PM November 28 from Echofon

I am reading a book. It is called - A Hat Full of Sky.
2:28 PM November 28 from Echofon

I think I should stop making fun of technology and go read a book. (P.S. Google Wave sucks.)
2:09 PM November 28 from Tweetie

Just received a VERY early Christmas packet post.
1:40 PM November 28 from Tweetie

Should check this out http://ow.le.he/kIa-bAp \m/
1:21 PM November 28 from web

His excellency @neilhimself
1:14 PM November 28 from web

Should I call her and apologise, you think?
12:41 PM November 28 from Tweetie

Oh, I think I ll stay home today and watch some sardonic British comedy.
11:57 AM November 28 from Tweetie

Having tomato juice and chocolate for breakfast.
10:45 AM November 28 from Tweetie

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hence, i don't.

i

2009-11-28T01:53:00.000+01:00

should, at some point, grow up.

haiku in the night

2009-11-26T23:08:00.001+01:00

grip loosens
realization walks in
time flees

would it tip?

2009-11-21T22:38:00.002+01:00

ah, the strange analogies in life.

just felt like writing

2009-11-20T23:21:00.003+01:00

.. coz on moonless nights like this, i empty those decrepit thoughts that the clouds of sanity refuse to carry away.

is it strange to remember your own lines, i wonder.

things have been busy lately. i have been working late hours, and long hours. i am afraid, i ll burn out at this rate. i dont need to slog like there s no tomorrow, but the urge to succeed far outweighs the ignominy of leisure. it is one of those periods in life when i dont necessary understand why i am doing certain things that i am doing, other than the fact that i think that it is right. there is a hunger, not flamed so much by the greed of fame or the welcome fortune, but some kind of restlessness, that life could end up as a collection of self-fulfilling events with no real distinction or application. i think/talk about this a lot these days, this feeling of not being "useful" outside one's self. addressed into some sort of variance of socialism, about how degenerate one is becoming as fragments of society indulge in meta-progress.

there is an assuming sense of purpose to all this. a light sense of moral satisfaction. an irreverent motion of challenge. in many ways, this is deliberate. in an odd stray cause, it is whimsical.

and then there are nights like these, when i sit down and seek parity.

there are a whole lot of things that i dont write about these days. i wonder, why. then, there are senses which refuse to believe, there are thoughts which refuse to die. in little murmurs, i breath out sighs.. sometimes to myself, at times to.. myself.

and in spite of all this, there is a light of clarity. a brightly lit room where everything lies uncovered..

...

i think the words have wandered into rambling now, but i think it is necessary. i need this blog back. and i would call this a start.

dark lyrics

2009-11-04T17:26:00.001+01:00

life lesson learnt # 129

2009-10-31T15:47:00.004+01:00

one can start afresh, any day. even to-day.

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similar opinions have been expressed previously, in good movies like this one.

an excerpt:

"For what it's worth: it's never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it."

addicted to this song for a week now..

2009-10-17T10:17:00.000+02:00

NIN: "Metal" with Gary Numan, live from on stage, London 7.15.09 [HD] from Nine Inch Nails on Vimeo.

life isn't fair, but it's still good.

2009-10-05T11:02:00.003+02:00

after prolly 15 years, i get advice from my dad.

an "i like" moment.

2009-10-03T11:30:00.003+02:00

what you once were isn't what you wanna be anymore.

- jeff tweedy

there are times when you sit in a dark room and wonder about things. i am sitting in a dark room and wondering about things (*).

2009-09-30T23:34:00.001+02:00

darkness can be, at times (ironically) illuminating. it cuts you off from certain senses, which in the varied way this world functions, either make you feel good or bad about yourself. darkness steals one's distinction, may be identity and if i am looking for a bigger word.. ego. you become a part of a existing medium of blackness floating gingerly in a room of finite possibilities. darkness reduces choices.

when i came to europe about two years ago, i had no great plan. i did nt exactly know what's gonna happen to me, nor did i overtly care. if there was ever a pattern to my life, this was it. every so-called decision i have taken in life, to me, came without any consequences. to live a life without a plan.. no questions, no retribution.. all based on choices made by me, over the years.. independent and somewhat fulfilling, and today it planks out a man in front of a white screen typing out words which may make no sense once this night sleeps itself out.

what do i seek from al this? what is the problem?

none. kein problem. just a lingering feeling of exhaustion. a hollow emotion of selling out on something.

not so long ago, there was a conviction to my endeavours. there was a meaning, a purpose.. a floating sense of principle. today, i feel saddened by the shadow of romanticism that walks by my day-to-day. i feel like a neurotic gambler who does not know when to stop. how long will this flamboyance last? when will i lose? i need to know what i am walking on, and when will it end.

i find it harder by the day to justify this obsession of needing to seek the boundaries. mere existence of blurry bands of comfort continue to irritate me. distances annoyme.

as i stretch further away from any semblance of reality and little moments of parity.. visions that seem largely vacant walk by. seemingly long and vociferous appeals of sanity from a mind so far behind the head that i often look behind.. only to find a dark and silent wall.

when you see things around you in a light of abandonment, there are very few things that you cannot choose from. choice. not fate, not luck.. choice - a bastard child of freedom and belief.. in a world peppered with populist confocals in purist monochrome.

let me digress, may be i ll find a sense of meaning to this. people tell me there are moments in one's age when everything becomes clear. i thought this is when they were talking about love. i find love confusing. a terrible passion for a thing/person bringing out the worst in man - in a selfish, uncontrollable and seething manner. to live a life without this realisation however.. this knowledge of your worst kind of gratification, is somewhat depriving. but then again, there is no choice in love.

it's easy to live a life for yourself. mindful of the candy stores, fulfilling the pretentious pluralities.. living a life out of your favorite childhood fantasy, unabashed and incorrigible.

but is there dignity to such a godless life?

i shall stop now.. i don't think i ll find any meaning to this tonite. which kinda sucks.

thou, tired child, need sleep.

(*) .. and such thoughts usually have no cohesion, no strata. rough edges, undefined planes. blurbs, words.. sights.

ohio, damien jurado

2009-09-03T13:39:00.001+02:00

lull

2009-08-28T23:01:00.003+02:00

it's not easy anymore
to say things in jest
pretend they are not true

you smile
i laugh along
the eyes shy away

someday
the jokes won't be funny anymore
the days won't be as bright no more

and that day i ll remember

these days
when things are said in jest
and i laugh along when you smile

twas one of those afternoons..

2009-08-09T18:28:00.000+02:00

i like.

breakfast in india

2009-07-09T09:11:00.001+02:00

mangalore, july 2009.

sometimes you jus dont like what you make!

2009-06-17T09:36:00.005+02:00

fingers

2009-06-12T19:04:00.001+02:00

better things

2009-06-07T23:58:00.000+02:00

1. almost got knocked off by a train. did n't.
2. got a lotta work done.
3. saw a rainbow.
4. spent the last 3 hours doing nothing.

blogging old school

2009-06-06T09:20:00.004+02:00

an old email that popped up accidentally today morning reads:

be happy. dont be afraid to fall in love. dance, be silly... yearn to kiss the clouds. believe... in yourself, in god... in everything that is made you who you are, and what you want to be. have fun... and cry when you have to. cos this is life, and you live it one year at a time.

its one of those saturday mornings, when things seem innocent enough to let certain words out. damp weather, sullen emotions.. empty spaces.

i am bemused, stressed and am dying. two of these three things are unrelated. the third one is a natural disease.

life moves around in circles (famous d.s. words), every once so often you feel its jus the same thing all over again. i know very little of what life is, outside words woven out of impulsive feelings. i know very little of what feelings are, outside moods born out of polarized prejudice. but like a bagel slicer in a front of an evenly stacked pile of cds, i too exist in the grand scheme of things. (that felt like blabber. can't be deniably logical to write such words unless, you are mildly drunk or emotionally discharged.)

my mood is not the best of its kinds when i jot this down, so things may seem more exaggerated than they actually are. then again, i am sad, so most things are forgiven when you are sad.

sometimes you are jus swamped with too many things in your head, that you cannot figure out what exactly is happening to your life.

in what seems to be a grand moment of delusion, i ask myself, how can anyone leading a life like mine, be sad? i thought i almost truly mastered the art of being aloof to the negativity in life. to betray any sense of responsibility to emotions, felt uniquely wonderful of little things in life amounting to surreal bouts of happiness. cheated myself of every ounce of charade. but then again, once in awhile.. one slips up, and lands in front of the gates of validity.

i dunno the answers to most questions i ask. some i do, but those are the ones i do not like to believe in. much like a soggy cereal, words drip out without so much as a form or figure.

when you think that you lost everything
you find out you can always lose a little more
(dylan)

cicero says

2009-05-21T21:35:00.001+02:00

“even if you have nothing to write, write and say so.”

random picture from my room this week

2009-05-03T08:42:00.002+02:00

last month, i got a couple of big canvases for my birthday. this is what i did with one of them yesterday..

bluuuue..

2009-04-16T11:09:00.003+02:00

ryan adams and the cardinals.. hot picks from my ipod this month. =)

so thought mr.zimmerman

2009-04-03T01:02:00.004+02:00

pic courtesy: tanya k., august 2008

.. prolly another weird post.

2009-03-26T21:17:00.007+01:00

broad strokes.

i was watching a french movie the other day with a friend of mine. the film had no sub titles, neither did we speak french. so it was like watching a painting made from broad strokes - apparent, but left to perception.

i tripped sometime later.

to understand something when words have no meaning. lemme tell you some things that you prolly know..

most movies are the same thing told in a different way. most things in life mean the same movie may be, forgotten in a different way.

for the last few months, i was stressed from work. i am in a much better place in my mind right now though, but i gathered.. to realise the loss of balance, is a fair step towards regaining it.

things in our lives are self serving. egoistic parables we tell ourselves. from the hour we wake up to the late shuteye, the day is filled with little activities of self indulgence. and, this is bad. no matter how compelling the world sounds, or how pampered the ego resides, that is bad.

well, there is no certification as to how to lead ones life.. but i found religion helpful. i am not a terribly unilateral person, but i did nt find a better way to lead a life than what was taught to me on doordarshan or in social studies classes. and most of it dealt with the so-called terms, happiness and peace.

to be happy is to do things outside yourself. a tremendously buddhist sounding philosophy, this.. of being at peace by controlling the mind thing, which is a tad difficult. and acting outside ones self and being compassionate, are not really as natural as they sound. but they go towards addressing little things you can so easily afford everyday - smile, talk, be pleasant (even if it is out of character/mood) - easy things.

a sorta.. habit of happiness. this is a strange term. i dont believe you can be happy all the time, especially leading a life like we do - peppered with subconscious judgements, arrogance, jealousy, hatred - the mildly dormant side of bipolarity, that is almost hard to conceal from one's self. we are not talking about extremist terrorists here, just regular people off the street. like us. we frown at ourselves coz we believe in this little drama in our heads. that these seemingly important things that we do, are so critical for our well being. only until we redefine these things. chasing big things in life, fighting the shadows in our heads - hard things.

we do the hard things, forget the easy things.

"we ll try to make a story up ourselves if we are completely lost" one of us told the other addressing the skepticism of the foreign language in the movie.

happiness is prolly easy, if we get out of our heads and pretend we are watching a movie; make the story work. let the characters get along. its sometimes simple to live a life - just try to be nice. you might succeed.

(end)

what do i do with the ego? that's a beast we kill one day at a time.

grazed knees, short nights

2009-03-19T05:50:00.001+01:00

.. and watching the sun come out.

misery, content, bliss.

i ve decided!!

2009-03-16T11:55:00.001+01:00

i ll make railway station chicken this week!

super, no?

a linear phase

2009-03-15T10:48:00.001+01:00

i suffer from a sorta disorder. i like to demarcate. i like distinction, to know where things end and others begin. blurry gray boundaries are exciting, gives you a high.. but i find them insincere. passing. and adolescent. it is chore to define things in life,and usually comes at a price of leading one unlike the beatnik's. i cant say it is worth more. or less, but it should be worthy of a life, nonetheless.

but i am not sure.

living in a clutter that is my office and a mess that is my house, i find it a tad amusing to describe such a world that exists in my head.

ironic lives, often undermined by a habitual need for excitement and clamouring for attention in hours of uneasy solitude. this, is what we ve become. as a generation.

i need to know where i am - with people, in relationships, in time. amidst all the waywardness and impulsive moments in my life, i sometimes find myself tugging at the line fastened to my leg. to see where the black ends and white begins. to know who are the faces behind the scars and why do they smile.

rambling, that is what this is. to write about things that dont matter. about words that should prolly be let out on windy rooftops and under muffled breaths.

i digress.

i talk about lines and definitions. of the necessity to belive in what you see. or imagine. to have a sense of awareness. of choices, morals and a dozen other things you did nt think mattered. and one fine day, you dont know what ve you turned into. you start refusing ac/dc tickets, you pop pills to work, you run away from everything unnecessary and everything frivolous.

it is in fact, funny what one can become when you are too busy looking away from the mirror. everyday you change, in perceptions, in character. everyday, into someone different from what you were eysterday. it takes one big day, or a dozen uneventful ones may be.. but you change. by choice.

i (sometimes) try hard not to sermonize myself into a world of obfuscation. not to define everything that is around me. but to lead a life in a cloud of whims is to crash on a day with no name. everyday, i try to convince myself that there is a need for order and that s what makes the world go round. then i look at the newspaper and laugh. out loud.

i get a generous dose from folks about life - the fancy lil thing that you can screw around with when you are young. to drift along a wave of people who will love you for you are pretty and smile like a disarming moron who knows no worry in the world. to be able to do anything that you please.. for you, are god.. and have no boundaries. to lead a life like you own it.

self destruction is a beautiful thing. it has a romantic overture to it.

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line.

severn cullis-suzuki in '92

2009-03-13T18:31:00.003+01:00

add to the bucket list

2009-03-07T10:41:00.003+01:00

base jumping in terminal velocity.

to do list

2009-03-03T16:37:00.015+01:00

this month:

~~1. tropic thunder~~
~~2. dev d~~ unoriginal. bad actors. great music. ~~ugly~~ tacky movie.
3. the machinist
~~4. rab ne~~ banana ~~de jodi~~
~~5. at least one of the above~~

2009-02-21T18:21:00.001+01:00

i work during the weekends coz i dont work during the weekdays. i would say thats a good deal. no?

weltanschauung

2009-02-17T18:24:00.004+01:00

in one of those moods of slight, you wonder of what it is. and where. in moments of blurry relevance, you think of little things that were lost. a simple dot of inspection. a moment of belief. no significance, no celebration. not even a jaded brow of concern. just a muted sense of purpose. a reason.

i 'm broke..

2009-02-17T08:08:00.003+01:00

my bank balance for the rest of the month is ~~76,25~~ 20,05 euros. all i ve left is this internet connection.

and a picture of a house..

bohemia

2009-02-07T22:54:00.002+01:00

i fall in love with strangers.

i find myself in a train again..

2009-02-03T11:56:00.006+01:00

is it being free? to walk barefooted in the middle of the night.. the cold wooden floor creaking under your skipping feet? to paint random red colors on the white canvas and pretend it is an abstract depiction of china? to pour the tea out from the carton for once.. to make air bubbles in it with a straw and a tumbler? is the mind free to not believe in ordinances.. is it being free, to be too lazy to believe in miracles on a sunday night? is it poetic?

a few months back, i wondered what it is like to be free. like all men in their mid twenties, who suffer from a mild delusion of grandeur, i got an answer.

six months later, now.. i lost the answer.

being free (be.fr.) has nothing to do with what you do, when you were born, or where you go.. and being free is more than jus a temp. state of inactivity in my head, surely.

in 2006, i thought being free was to be a surfer on tamarama. 2006 is two years old now, and i dont see a bay around to sniff the moist winds. also, i dont have hair long enough to pose. i tried to be tom carroll once and almost died. be.fr. should be easier than that.

in 2007, i felt to be.fr. one has to displace ones self geographically ever so often. this worked for a while, it was like watching a woody allen movie. you think you re cool jus coz you are in the theater. plus the kicks of knowing your place in the world. however, i ran two credit cards out while at it.. and had to flee a country.

in 2008, i was almost convinced that be.fr. was some sorta ability to stare into thin air and smile at the ceiling across it. i was later told, it was just sloth. i tried doing something similar in a more social environment, but only to be told.. it was just impolite. i almost got slapped twice, so that should not be it.

they make movies, these smart people about freedom and liberation and such sorts. most of it could be true. i think i should watch one such movie and be ~~manipulated~~ inspired into believing that freedom is found somewhere out there. in the wild, on the snow capped mountains or under the ocean. you know, the human-spiritual kinds.

or may be to be free is just being you. or just being. may be. am not sure, lemme wait for 2009 to end.

p.s. its been more than half a year since i traveled. thats a lot of time to spend away from oneself.

p.p.s. i never got slapped. i apologize for any public misunderstanding.

d.d.

2009-01-17T18:46:00.006+01:00

it s been one of those days when i thought very little.. slept through a morning, walked through an afternoon and would prolly smile through the evening.

i have no ambition, to make anything of this day.

oh, and i sipped chai that was too hot, so my tongue s kinda dead.. but that s okay.

i dunno why i never put this video up before..

2009-01-13T11:36:00.004+01:00

..dylan moran, ladies and gentlemen.. you might know him from movies like shaun of the dead or tv series like black books. and, not to forget.. he is irish of course!

the babylonian book-keeper says

2009-01-07T18:36:00.000+01:00

ok, so if there is something terribly wrong with your life.. you d know it. if not, then its jus a general exaggeration on someone's part.

2009-01-04T14:05:00.004+01:00

found this short on youtube projectdirect.. great lines.

i liked this one too..

2009-01-02T12:58:00.004+01:00

it is the second day of the year and i have, i think, decided to skip work today. i dunno why or how, but i ve turned into one of those bums on the street you see lying around the street corner.. only i have a warmer bed and a more milky cuppa on me. i dunno, it jus happened.

then again..

it is a beautiful day today, as the mist lazily hangs over our houses, the brown barks in the distance, picketing the sleepy town.. hide behind the fog, peeking into our valley every once in a while.. the red roofs huddle together warming one off the other's chimneys. my windows don't show much cheer, the skies seem sleepy.. and my room is quietly bathing in some tone of grey. its nice.. its a bit slow, but the day is welcome. and i hope it lasts a lil longer before one of us turns bright and cheery.

making greeting cards..

2009-01-01T10:49:00.007+01:00

..just in case, you were wondering what was i doing yesterday afternoon. and, happy nu/new/nue year to you!

2008-12-13T11:50:00.002+01:00

in smokey rooms they walked
those dark ones
and the ones without much light
now they lie all around me
orphaned after a night
thrown out into the sight

few tell a story, like of the hazy fog
and the magic frog
of when they came out on cue
at the heavy snowy dew
walking in their black threads
out from their layered beds

some smell like others
but most like me
even when they lay here on my floor
near the table, next to my door
all so many
i think i have too many

thoughts and clothes

wise words

2008-12-05T13:52:00.002+01:00

vaishnav jan to tene kahiye je
peed paraayi jaane re
par-dukhkhe upkaar kare toye
man abhimaan na aane re
vaishnav...
sakal lok maan sahune vande
nindaa na kare keni re
vaach kaachh man nishchal raakhe
dhan-dhan janani teni re
vaishnav...
sam-drishti ne trishna tyaagi
par-stree jene maat re
jivha thaki asatya na bole
par-dhan nav jhaalee haath re
vaishnav...
moh-maaya vyaape nahi jene
dridh vairaagya jena man maan re
ram naam shoon taali laagi
sakal tirath tena tan maan re
vaishnav...
van-lobhi ne kapat-rahit chhe
kaam-krodh nivaarya re
bhane narsaiyyo tenun darshan karta
kul ekoter taarya re
vaishnav...

and here are some people singing the same.

2008-11-29T11:33:00.000+01:00

link.

"budding scientist found under rubble"

2008-11-15T21:44:00.002+01:00

there are strange (and loud) noises emanating from my ceiling. this is, to a great degree, surprising because i live under a roof. or so i think. hence, kindly consider this is to be my last note in a personal capacity, and let it serve as a documentation in case they find me with a roof-cleaning-machine-like-thing on my head in the morning. or an alien spacecraft. i prefer the latter for the obvious glamourous reasons.

this, however, is NOT to be seen as a suicide note. call it a probable accident foresight note.

also, ignore the grammar.. for i am about die.

as the noises are getting louder.. i must hurry.

i would like to say that i lived a happy and contented life. i will die a happy man, for many and some reasons. my parents were wonderful people and thank god for that, else i would have ended up being highly-paid yuppie in usa typing out a paranoid letter into a blogpost from his plush fake-riviera hotel with zebra skinned blankets. i would like to thank all the good people i met and the wonderful people who accompanied them. i am also thankful to god for the wonderful timing he wished for my probable departure. today is an awesome day to die.. if i am so unfortunate to be done in. the only regret i can think of at the moment, is that i left my sample in the microscope. please tell the folks that it has be-bi at position 2a. and that it shouls switch.

i cant think of more things at the moment, i feel a good life shortened.. a promising end to an unfortunate career. i admit, i started writing this hoping, i can come up with some dramatic last words, to be remembered by, but vanity has deserted me at the most inopportune moment. all i can think of is lisa hannigan and her irish accent, in a weird situation. that is so juvenile for such a moment of such epiphanous proportions.

the roof is growling louder. wtf! this is stupid! i cant believe i am going to die before viggu, that rascal has subjected people to more unfunny chat logs and torturous dialogues than me.. singing -tu mileee, dil khileee- from his shower so loud, the whole friggin flats would stop in their shiny shoes to plug in their earplugs. god, you got the wrong guy. and he does nt have a wife, even. kill him. and he s probably sleeping at this hour anyway, he wont feel a thing. wrong man, wrong roof.

why me, god? why now? okay, i ll finally admit i have..

wait, it stopped. err?

hm, nevermind. good night.

p.s. viggu, pls leave a comment if you are alive when are reading this. only so.

with a toothbrush in hand, he walks out in front of an affronting mirror

2008-11-08T08:44:00.002+01:00

and whispers..

i don't want to be slow
i might run outta time

2008-11-01T10:22:00.002+01:00

dear boxing sriram,

i received your mail. thank you for the wise words about freedom. though i did not understand most of them.. i liked the pictures, very pretty.

convey my regards to ruskin uncle next time you visit him.

jai pr,
sr

two years..

2008-10-23T17:02:00.002+02:00

it took me to warm up to the music of ray lamontagne.

story, skin of a moth

2008-10-18T14:45:00.003+02:00

having given a life of waywardness to a year, i sat there wiling to be reformed in the middle of the room. a week back, in my new apartment. in a way, it was another day of mournful assurance. another moment of granularity. clothes still hanging out of boxes, cds on the floor, books on the bed.. for a while there, i did not know what it meant to be to liberated.

today, may be i understand it better.

i lived a life of a single man for a few years now. a life of reckless sociability, spattered moments of epiphany, and the same hollow sounding recital in my ears. it is a mood. it can be lost to time. it can be found in others' company. a period in one's life when things seem brighter, voices sweeter and some room enough for a friendly mirror on the side. to live such a life is easy. to convince one's self that it is, could be another tale.

saturday mornings had fallen victims to work, homes to hotels.. and life, to a searching sense of success. the body seems tired, the mind is brooding. behind these big windows lies a quiet city which talks a strange tongue. it has men and women in it, that live a life just like me. sitting on their breakfast tables, they wonder about things.

it is a strange thing, this place in my life. standing on a thread of time, balancing the life that was and a moment that will be.. i live. in situ. in this californication. sipping the watery tea from my cup.. i scratch the wood, leaving a trace on the brown mahogany. soft enough to scar, not too deep for it to bleed.. while i think this is a beautiful place, this empty house. floors that croak, walls that sleep.. an air that will bury the profanity, screamed in the middle of a yawn.

to write such a note in the light of a new day is not unusual. it is sometimes careless. but in this world, it is acceptable.

v in bollywood

2008-09-06T23:22:00.005+02:00

i was recently informed that salman khan and (partha's fav actor) srk, had a showdown of some sorts; so i called upon the best resource on bollywood to confirm the story. here is what the huzooor of suroor had to say..

me: no no sallu bhai toh problems..

monna srk ni edo annadata

how dare him!

vigbert: same there also...language prob

srk english lo edho annadu...sallu ki edho arthamyyi

7:34 PM accent lo inkedo ante...srk inkola artham chesukoni

me: LOL

vigbert: ivaanni enduku shirt ippesthe ayipothundi kada ani sallu ki idea ochchindi

kaani akkade mistake ayyindi

srk kooda shirt ippadu ee saari

7:35 PM ivanni choosi...paapam aamir khan ...vaadini kooda ippamantaaremo ani tension padi cool down cheyyadaaniki try chesaadanta

kaani no use

7:36 PM idhe chaance ani katrina break up ani anesindi

rumour has it that...actuallly she was hired to teach sallu bhai some english...kaani eventaully heroine ayipoyyindi

me: lol

7:37 PM vigbert: paapam...sallu and akshya kumar kalisi katrina verbal moththam kharaab chesaaru

anduke ippudu nenu enter ayyanu

i shall stop here.. as he continued on to share some inside information about his apparent involvement with some popular actress. details will be disclosed when the time seems ripe.

ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool..

2008-08-31T20:27:00.003+02:00

the dubliners. here are the lyrics, btw.

also could be found, whiskey in the jar.

two words

2008-08-29T22:32:00.006+02:00

fuckin' brilliant!

i generally dislike american politics.. but i loved this one for the sheer kicks it presented.

2008-08-23T13:39:00.000+02:00

the eyes open to a different ceiling each morning. a lingering sense of whorishness each time i wake up. a silence in the room, a half familiar scent in the air.. the neck niggles in a different place.

to live a life from a sleeping bag.

one year later..

2008-08-20T14:36:00.002+02:00

in no particular order,

the hotdog stand in manayunk. schuylkill river. 5 am breakfasts at ihop. walking down chestnut/walnut street at 12 am. netflix. bubble teas. people. poker. miel's. terribl(e)y sweet indian food order-ins. dominos. qdoba. my friggin room. the bandi wallahs behind the univ selling big fat jimmy and super jimmy and jimmy's sister.

philly.

i think that's all what i miss from america.

well, mostly the junk food.

(re-avenge)

2008-08-19T21:20:00.001+02:00

tall. dark. handsome. just like hritikh roshan. sorry, harman baweja. also, veeradhi veerudu. suraadhi soorudu. govinda. hunk. hulk. six digit salary. looking. single. no whiskey. no brandy. only appudappudu rum. after marriage, stopping that also. everyday gym. good badminton player. obedient. willing to be henpecked. romba romantic.

(all these are key search strings put up, just to direct people who were googling, looking for a suitable varudu).

so if you landed here through the google search engine, this is for you, macha/machi!

my friend wants to get married. here, see photo.

someone please marry him.
he is funny. very.

thank you.

p.s. 'bertu, i tried shaadi.com but they asked too many questions to open an account. dont worry, we will get you hitched somehow. somewhere. to someone. ~~soon.~~ very soon.

chalo, untaa mari!

exercise no. 3(c)

2008-08-15T11:15:00.003+02:00

1. connect the speakers on your computer.
2. now please crank the volume up.
3. i think you need to have the volume all the way up, to hear these mutterings.
4. click on this link now.

sorry! but that was funny (if you did follow 1-4).
if you did nt, well.. too bad.

btw, tenacious D.. totally badass!