Vet-ti poet-ry

Monday came, creeping upon me,

Like a cat after a bird on a tree;

Silently, slowly, smiling sinisterly,

Before the bird could flee.

But then, you turned up, one day,

To the cat's utter dismay.

With a pirouette and a whirl,

My monday morning girl. 

P.s : RomCom, see? :D

My big fat ethiopian surprise

Funny how one person can do all sorts of things. Day before yesterday was retro day (something me and ET started out of sheer boredom) wherein we revisited them PJs from our school days. Yesterday was christmas which I spent with an ethiopian surprise and a christmas cake shake and three fine people (Karthik, Kaavya and Bhagya). I drove home on an empty road at night, the wind at my face, pretending as though this was an action movie and I hummed "empty walls" to give it the effect it required. :P. I had a disturbed sleep yesterday, waking up at 12, 3 and 5 again just to wake up for the last time at 5:30.I wake up and realise how one person can do THIS and THAT, when I'm looking forward to a morning session in the media lab where we do nothing but play suicide chess the entire three hours. 

My life is panning out to be a drama/RomCom.

 

Ryan writes prose - part I

The leaves of autumn fell around him. Slowly. Without rushing. Crunch. Crunch. He walks. He shakes his head and a smile leaks out. He looks up at the leaves falling around him. 

They smile back.

 He walks on. 

Humpty dumb-ty

We were in class, as usual, just going through the motions in one of those extremely uneventful X classes, where all we are told to do is copy notes. Nothing else. In short, we were doing time. We went through floating cars, suicide methods and finally landed on how dumb these teachers are. 

Hari : These teachers are so dumb. I'll prove it.

Me : How?

Hari : When she calls out my number for attendance, I'm going to yell "prison break" instead of "present ma'am". And she won't notice.

Me : It will probably work. All she expects is a grunt.

(Time passes)

X : Hari babu!

Hari : Prison break!

x : Is hari absent?

Hari : present ma'am.

x : Janani!

Hari : (to me) That didn't work. 

But atleast she's dumb in a different way. She can't acknowledge anything other than present (or) absent.  

Now, let's get out of reality and into the virtual world. I saw this on an orkut profile. "I'm cool I'm smart I'm everything you're not." To begin with, I'm not stupid, I'm not a 56 year old man suffering from syphilis. etc etc. 

And these two are just examples. Many more came from the same moulds. What is with the world nowadays? People are dumb in so many different ways. Everyday the word "dumb" is being redefined. 

The system is dumb too, in my college. There's this guy who gave the entire syllabus as seminar portions to the 68 of us. And all he does is sit in class and watch us give a seminar. And he gets paid for this. 

There are CSE students in my college who tried to install a certain software and succeeded after TWO whole months, and then decided that is not as good as another one, which took only a day to install. TWO whole months for an installation, and they are three years senior to me even.

I have one and a half more years to go. One and a half more years for them to invent newer ways to surprise me. 

Sometimes the only things I feel grateful for are my sanity, and my idle mind. 

First of all, Happy birthday to the bloodsucking, anime-crazy, vampire who parades in front of us as Suraksha. (I resisted the urge to insert this as a code comment. :D)

If there's one thing I learnt this weekend, it is the fact that a lot of the tamil movies that were made in the past decade were douches. They make movies like these which become hits, due to the support of the numerous fan clubs. I happened to catch a scene of a Vijay movie on TV, (Why God, why?), which is supposed to be a funny scene, and Vijay supposedly acts/talks/laughs to induce humor. Comic relief maybe, but humor? Bleh.

I also happened to catch an ajith movie in which the spark gunshots were made to look like flower-pots on a dark night of diwali. Pathetic. And when ten to twenty top forces of the army shoot at ajith in the forest he just flies, does a lot of spins and flips in the air, kicks four ppl in mid-flight, and lands on his toes protecting the damsel in distress, vasundhara das, (Yea the movie is citizen which is said to be a good one. I haven't watched it fully) who caused distress to me, and was never a damsel to begin with. 

You may ask, "Who are you to comment on them?". True, I may/may not know as much as they do, and I don't act/direct but I never went on screen did I? All I'm asking is, if you're a professional, it is time you showed it on screen.

When films like tirupachi, kuruvi feature on the highest grossers of the year list, imagine where the cinema industry/people are heading. 

25 mexican white devils!

25 years of this and that, arguments, fights, worries, happiness, "uppu kammi".

25 years of being dad and mom.

Happy 25th anniversary ma and pa. :) Love you both!

And happy birthday Niveditha. :). 20 years of whatever you did ;). Love you too, girl.

The white devil, Enchiladas, Garlic bread with cheese, Mushroom ravioli, Pasta with peppers and cheese, Mud souffle and a piece of a sizzling brownie as well. I ate till i was so full that someoe could have eaten off my food pipe if i opened my mouth.

Kill me today and I'd die happy. Touch wood. :)

And oh I'm now a proud owner of a new fastrack watch which I got without even asking. Bless anniversaries. :P

There you go, 200th post. Nothing like mud souffle to sign it off with. :)

She thought I'd forget her birthday, because "boys generally don't remember them". :)

Happy birthday Sharanya!

P.s : Coincidentally this is Idle mind's 199th as well. Whattay! (courtesy Suraksha. :D ) On a different note, I brandished a knife in a "javuli" shop and almost stabbed someone with hundred people watching. Something I can tick off my list. :).  Also, we audaciously held up a "take diversion" sign at gandhipuram terminus. She painted it, with curious gossip-mamis peeping in.

Lend me your ears!

A lot can happen over coffee.

A lot can happen over molaga bajji as well. 

It is just that more people know about coffee than molaga bajji.

A though in my head amidst sharpeners, curd and brutal murder of the english language.

A single slip could have been their last. But they rode on.

Every careless turn could have been disastrous. But they rode on.

They could have stopped and gone back. But they went on.

And made memories for later.

A penny for my thoughts?

• This semester couldn't suck more, unless, it has more plans for me. 

• I love the japanese language! (Naruto is awesome!)

• Burger night at home. :P (I made it, mind you.)
  

Thought for the day : Weight gained is fuckin' hard to shed.

Song in my head : En Iniya Pon nilave.

Ridiculous.

Have you ever been in a situation when you don't know what to tell people? The same question has different answers. Some questions are pointless, where the answer can do none good. Some questions hae answers, but people don't want to accept them. Some questions are better left unanswered. 

Questions are reserved for the people who deserve answers. You don't harry a Japanese chef who's just gotten out of a hostage situation with questions that make him uncomfortable, even though you're a journalist. And even though you pat them on the back and tell them you pray for them, they'd be better off if you didn't fucking put them on TV and label them Hostage #21. And don't ever tell them "We understand what you've been through.", because, face it, you don't.

And do you know that sometimes saying nothing is the best thing to do?  

Obviously Barkha, you don't.

.

I am woken up by a terrified mom, telling me about the scenario in Bombay. I had slept yesterday, thinking the worst was over, listening to a Bombay-ite weep blood over the horrible news. 

I wake up to hear shots being fired in the Taj, with mom frantically calling dad to see if he is ok. 

I wake up to see the reality in all its gory splendor. Mom tells me dad is ok. 

I wake up to hear reporters counting gun shots being fired, and people dying. The chief of the anti-terrorist force is dead, they say. 

I wake up to realise I would have been in that city at this time, if my trip hadn't been cancelled. What do I feel about this?

I wake up to see columbine, all over again, but just bigger. I am stupefied by this gruesome act. I am jack's cold sweat.

Man's worst enemy is man himself.

Remember remember the 27th of november

The gunpowder grenades and what not.

Mad world, this.

Way, no way!

First of all, before the thought slips out of my head, let me say this.

The new Hide and seek flavors Rule. With a capital R.

Next, Kobayashi da man!!

And thirdly, these holidays are effing-awesome. 

Quote for the month : We are sane in our own crazy ways.

Hee hee!! *wink*

And oh, finally, I leave you with htis comment from a fellow leecher, who was obviously overjoyed with eztv's torrents. :))

Ez, ez, ez,

you make me oh, so pleazy,

I want to hug you and be squeezy

(without being sleazy)

'cause your torrents fucking rock!

I ran out of rhymes :-)

Thanks a lot!

Atleast he's frank enough! 

The one with the playlist

Here I stand head in hand

Turn my face to the wall

We are crooked souls trying to stay up straight,

Dry eyes in the pouring rain

The night has fallen, Im lyinawake

I can feel myself fading away

And I know ugliness,

Now show me something pretty.

Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she's gone.

Even the best fall down some time.

Is this the new tear or just another desperation?

Go cry about it - why don't you?

Grey room.

Today I experienced the perfect drizzle for a walk. So I walked. Up the street to the shop opposite to the temple and back again. As slow as possible, with shadow singing in my ear. All the while, smiling like an idiot, gladly accepting the looks varying from "are-you-stupid" to "Sigh! teenagers." and some other looks which could have meant anything. 

Ching's hot garlic noodles was another first for today. I ended up adding twice the amount of water required, and whaddyaknow, I got noodle soup, which was divine. All my fears due to the "Garlic" flavor evaporated instantly. The added advantage because of the extra water was it was all the more filling as well. Would probably go well with dosa. He'll try it. 

All you people with exams out there, sorry if this is frustrating. Yes, I have actually considered being nice to you for a change, so take it. :)  Poonai kum oru kaalam varum. 

A place by the water. Sunlight streaming through, beating the leaves at their very own version of dodgeball. A concrete table surrounded by benches. Silence. Solitude, not loneliness. Every shade of green and blue imaginable. Give me one day of that and I'll write the exams again even.

@title : Yes, I saw it again. And a couple other episodes too ( Informed consent and lines in the sand fyi). Gregory house is beyond doubt one of the best characters ever. 

An extract from "Frozen".

CATE: So, how long do I let the lymph node marinate in the red wine? 
WILSON: It should be ready now. [Cate look in the microscope. Wilson has a spilt screen and is looking at the same thing.] Try increasing the magnification on the camera. [Cate does so.] 
CATE: You know, I e-mailed a couple colleagues at the hospital about you. 
WILSON: You're checking up on me, not House? 
CATE: Yeah, well House is straightforward, brilliant, and an ass. 
WILSON: Two out of three good qualities, clear majority. 
CATE: Whereas you, on the other hand, have a perfect score. You are responsible, nice, human, and yet you're House's best friend. 
WILSON: Hold there. [Cate stops adjusting.] Makes you think he's secretly nicer than he seems? 
CATE: Makes me think that you're secretly a lot less nice than you seem. 
WILSON: Do you always insult your doctors? 
CATE: It's not an insult. Indiscriminate niceness is overrated. 
WILSON: [Smiles.] No wonder he likes you. 

P.S : I spent exactly 1984 rupees today towards bills, fuel etc. George Orwell would be proud.

/* Happy birthday VK, Karthik, and Ganesh !!*/

One special person and his relationship with another person. Many scenes which made me well up. 

Gotcha thinking about Taare zameen par didn't I? Sigh. 

Watch "I am Sam" and then get back to me. 

World's shortest sad story, not taking into consideration ":(", or "Boo hoo"

"And just like that, she left."

-inspired by a conference chat.

P.S : Yesterday had the best moon in ages.

Did you know aibohphobia is the fear of palindromes? (no connection with the story whatsoever)

Hey, Bubba!

This has by far been the best exam-month in all my two and a half years of college life. This odd semester jinx has always been there with me. I tend to do better in my odd semesters, with a dip in the middle in the even semester. This semester, the pattern looks to repeat itself. And the best part is, it never felt like exam-week. 

One of the major contributors to that cause is the Border Gavaskar trophy, which India successfully lifted today, and which I was able to catch thanks to reliance BIGtv. We'd switched to that, the cable providers' service being something a lot less than poor. Questionable tactics now and then, yes but a win is a win, and the ends sure as hell justify the means, this being dada's last test match and stuff. We won't see him dancing down the pitch to meet murali again, those eyes squinting, searching for that ball which would end up on the roof along with them pigeon droppings. His cover drives are yet to be matched.

The reason I feel that the past month has been awesome, could also be due to the rush caused by the exams getting over, but you don't know that, do you? All you get to know is what I tell you, muwahahaha! And maybe even due to the fact that TWO movies by Frank miller are slated for release int he near future. The spirit and Sin city 2, which though comes little a later. My city screams. Frank Miller's got style, I tell ya. 

Getting to know new people more often than not makes your day all the more better. And finding someone who shares the power of ejecting a tiny ballistic stream of water out of your mouth (for lack of a better term :P), hehs. blehs and wolf howls,,and another someone who in her world is called what I'm called in mine, has been like a shot in my arm meant for these exam days.Oh and also the gang-with-a-name-I-won't-bring-myself-to-say. :D. And this train of thought lead me to my best years during school, and yea, reminiscing does you a lot of good, dangerously so.

So, an all-round awesome few weeks these have been. With Visak's sister's marriage and Compiler design bringing up the rear. They were a fine couple, Visak's sister and her love. Same school, same college and the rest, is history. 

Leaves me with an ominous feeling about compiler design because, "There has to be a "but" to everything. " I'm really going to haul butt for compiler design, to get rid of the prospective "but".

In a world where people fast to get their job done, show skin to become stars, and hook up to be on page 3, we, with lesser known lives also tread. And we, I can safely say, derive more pleasure in ours than all those people do in theirs.

Night Heron revealed By the rising harvest moon~ Which is lovelier? 

P.S : I don't exactly love you.

Iced tea at 11 30 PM

If i were quoting my favorite quotes from the movie "Good will hunting", then the entire movie oughta be here. So I'll just stop with just one. Two, rather. One for Robin Williams and one for Matt Damon.

Matt's lines. Oh.My.God.

Will: Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one, but I'll take a shot. Say I'm working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never met, never had no problem with, get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', "Oh, send in the Marines to secure the area" 'cause they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number got called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some kid from Southie takin' shrapnel in the ass. And he comes back to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile, he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And, of course, the oil companies used the skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices. A cute little ancillary benefit for them, but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And they're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, of course, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and fuckin' play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now my buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive, so he's got to walk to the fuckin' job interviews, which sucks 'cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he's starvin', 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat, the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what did I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. I figure fuck it, while I'm at it why not just shoot my buddy, take his job, give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president. 

And now, time for the masterpiece.

So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man... I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You're an orphan right? 
[Will nods] 
Sean: You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally... I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can't learn anything from you, I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief. 

And the classic. "I had to go see about a girl.". :)

Ze counteeng 'as beegun.

Update : Two words that made my day till now. "He won."

Blue never looked so beautiful on a map before.

Millions throng in chicago for Obama's speech. Atleast for their sake, Obama should win.

 CNN is made for American people I guess. On CNN you hear things like "We're doing the math as well, you don't have to worry.(after subtracting two numbers)". 

Presidential elections 2008 is turning out to be the biggest soap ever made. 

Well, what do you know. :))

Same look don't you think? :D

This post is not about the my TQM exam getting over.

This post will not contain lines like "I, ooooh, I'm still alive" from my current favorite song, Alive by Pearl Jam.

This post will not contain any news about movies I watched recently like "The Simpsons movie" And "Bachna Ae Haseeno.(timepass(yes that is the code word for deepika/bipasha :D))".

This post will not contain any news whatsoever of the fact that Massa almost won the grand prix or how wonderfully awesome a player kumble was.

This post is also not about the fact that I am having a wonderful past two weeks and how murphy can go to hell.

As I am on about what all this is post is not about, lemme add this too. This post is so not about how 190 TV channels even don't chase the boredom away.

So what is this post about? If I say this post is about everything this post is not about, won't I be contradicting myself?  Too many questions. I should have left it at "Does this coffee have less sugar or is it just fine?". I think too much. Or do I? See, there I did it again.

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182 posts, 27 months, movie revews,daily-garfield-strips-that-i-forget-to-change, songs, wisecracks, sarcasm, alotta makeovers, rhyming-lines-parading-as-poetry, plain old contemplations, Satisfaction, Anger, Joy, Masala kadalai, coffee, Mor molagai, and enchiladas. Stuff-in-my-head. 

You get wet in the rain, eat ice cream and catch a cold and then you have warm water, warm food and everything.

Why?

So that you can get better and get wet all over again.

Why?

Because Life is like that.

Happy Unbirthday Idle Mind. 

Study-hols wrap up.

*Study hols are so wrongly named. The measure of failure of any plans of study is directly proportional to the amount of seriousness with which you planned to study.

*The above quote was under the influence of the devil's dictionary.

*The one wrong thing you do can undo all the "right"s as if they were a chain reaction of dominos waiting for the trigger.

*Movies are inevitable. They are made to be watched. They won't fulfil their purpose if we don't watch 'em. What's your excuse?

*Lines from a movie I saw recently "The Boondock saints". Read with an irish/scottish accent if you can. ;)

Connor: Now you will receive us. 

Murphy: We do not ask for your poor, or your hungry. 

Connor: We do not want your tired and sick. 

Murphy: It is your corrupt we claim. 

Connor: It is your evil that will be sought by us. 

Murphy: With every breath we shall hunt them down. 

Connor: Each day, we will spill their blood till it rains down from the skies. 

Murphy: Do not kill, do not rape, do not steal, these are principles which every man of every faith can embrace. 

Connor: These are not polite suggestions, these are codes of behavior and those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost. 

Murphy: There are varying degrees of evil, we urge you lesser forms of filth not to push the bounds and cross over, into true corruption, into our domain. 

Connor: For if you do, one day you will look behind you and you will see we three. And on that day, you will reap it. 

Murphy: And we will send you to whatever god you wish. 

Connor, Murphy, Il Duce: And shepherds we shall be, for Thee, my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. So we 

shall flow a river forth to Thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. 

Il Duce: In nomine Patri. 

Connor: Et Fili. 

Murphy: Spiritus Sancti. 

*In spite of all this, one really does experience satisfaction after some time spent studying.Yessirree!

*The common cold is eternally in love with my nose. It invited the sneezes' over today.

*Two days back I visited the srirangam temple, after a long long time. I realised that nothing had changed from the everlasting smell of bats which welcomes you, to the long 

queues of people waiting outside for darshan even as people pass them in the supposed VIP quota. Even in "God's area" it helps if you know who to please. Sadly.

*Yet another Diwali with no crackers. I still love the sound of them though.

*Ted mosby made it rain for Robin to stay. It is meant to be if you mean it to be as long as the Juice is worth the squeeze.

*See you next semester, same place, same occasion, till then have a great inter-study-hols time.

Oh, wait. Having a laptop fully charged as backup during a blackout, AND waiting for the powercut to begin studying never go together. Period.

I hate SMS forwards. You know what I'm talking about. I dedicate this "bad morning" one liner to all those who feel the same way. 

"God needed a good time last night, so he chose lady earth. Fucked-up morning."

P.s : Today was absolutely-not-fucked-up alright. :)

We see movies; movies of different kinds. Today I saw a movie of the kind "Requiem for a dream". Yes, it is powerful enough to consider as a genre by itself. What promised to be a story of how four people failed to achieve their dreams and lost it due to drug addiction proved to be a whole lot more than what I'd expected. Mind you, I'd expected a lot, this being on the top 20's list on imdb and what with my friends recommending it. Even then, it overwhelmed it. When the movie got over, I sat still for 15 minutes. Why? Because that was how disturbing it was.

The way in which they portray them is simply brilliant. Four different characters. One who pops alleged slimming pills (with dope) in order to fit in her dress, two to make enough money to open a shop, one just for the heck of it. And then the way they end up, oh the way they end up. Drugs made the old woman lose her mind. Drugs made the young man who lie in jail feeling cold and naked, when he thought about his mother and how he had been back then. Drugs made Harry lose his arm. Drugs had turned Marian into an animal, abused to the extent of being depraved, all for the sake of laying her hands on them. 

What adds to the haunting power of this movie is the background score. When the images of these four people in the end flit past your eyes, with the dark beauty of the violins, the hands moving smoothly across the chords  in the background, it hits you, stuns you real hard. 

Do not see this movie if you are a fan of happy endings. Not all people appreciate it.

A dark, beautiful portrayal of the ill-effects of drugs, both dealing and consumption, crafted wonderfully to be not too long or not too short. 

The OST.

Sigh

I want to walk through a world in-mute.

And then when I turn the corner,

I want to find Kate beckinsale there waiting for me.

With a single black glove or in her Awesome underworld outfit.

Serendipity made me fall in love with her all over again, after Pearl harbour and Van Helsing. Movie was ok. The kind of stuff that happens only on TV first in hollywood and then a few years later in kollywood, bollywood etc.  

I actually had plans of narrating my project submission which had gone extremely well and the satisfaction at the end of it, or India's triumph and how awesome it was seeing sachin and sourav dancing around, or the rains , but hey, they can wait. Oh yes they can wait.

"Waaaa-ter is my-hy most faithfu-hul mir-ror"

Yes, I've caught it. That dreaded thing which makes you sing your favorite lines from your songs over and over again. The best disease known to mankind. Except, of course, sleep-eating, however.

A momentary lapse of reason

Disclaimer : I'm not responsible for whatever this post does to you.

Sent at 9:20 PM on Sunday

shrey: i hate picasa

its so useless

sharanyan: i hate the windows key

shrey: its not a complete image editing solution

and itws a bugging image viewer

sharanyan: it is just a key which stands in your way

shrey: windows key is useless as well

its a gap filler

:D

sharanyan: and i hate the shift key too

damn sticky keys

shrey: :\

HEH

shift is pretty important

sharanyan: yes

:P

shrey: you would need loadsa extra keys if it was not for it

sharanyan: i hate politics too

it is pretty important as well

shrey: i hate aishwarya rai

sharanyan: she isnt all that important

shrey: she isnt too sticky though

sharanyan: not all hot things are sticky

:P

shrey: hehe

now we are talking very important things :D

sharanyan: yes

i am gonna post this on my blog (barney style :D)

shrey: to highlight its importance ?

sharanyan: a momentary lapse of reason

shrey: or just to highlight our incredible thinking prowess :P

sharanyan: which is what we proclaim our lazy asses to be

which is of course right, mind you

shrey: hehe

the world need hope

we are the hope :D

let them know!

needs*

sharanyan: yes, trust in hope, not the pope!

shrey: well said

sharanyan: pope should move to guadelupe

shrey: and people should worship lolly pop

looks like christ i think

the lolly pop*

the inventor mustve secretly hidden the fact........the lolly pop code

sharanyan: aaha

something dan brown dismissed as child s play

has a secret in it

shrey: of course

the lolly pop is the biggest secret of the past century.....

sharanyan: only the lick of christ's descendant can open the code

*break the code

shrey: yes

sharanyan: w should cut the fellow's tongue off

shrey: hmm an action so harsh ?

we'll use fevi kwik

sharanyan: anything to save a secret and stop the news channels from telecasting it 24x7, 26x7 if possible

they ll blow it up

shrey: hmmm

anyways shhhhhh

we shall keep it secret

sharanyan: we shalt

shrey: and publish it in a paper later

sharanyan: CIALP

christ in a lolli pop

shrey: in the journal of stupendous crapology

haha

sharanyan: Christ's Ruins in a Pop

CRAP

ignobel here we come

shrey: over a think panitom machi

sharanyan: :P

shrey: hehe

sharanyan: yes we shalt stop

shrey: red signal

(Changes his status bar)shrey: http://shreykrish.wordpress.com/ - My garden :D

sharanyan: actually see the busy sign beside my name? it is true. I've officially wasted fifteen minutes of time I should wate by coding

*waste

shrey: Heh

what are you coding :P

sharanyan: assignment stuff

one math problem

adha code pannanum

shrey: wokay

very chaary

sharanyan: no tension

shrey: i gave you a blog post

:P

sharanyan: i need this

shrey: you continue

sharanyan: yes and you gave me today s dose of insanity

shrey: hehe and comic relief

sharanyan: Langoor power!

shrey: \m/

sharanyan: a very hairy \m/

seri paakalam

shrey.krish@gmail.com/Talk.v104B86FB1C9 is offline and can't receive messages right now.

And that, my friends, was sunday night, well spent.

As you like it.

What we see everyday around us, what we talk, what we listen to, what we feel brings to light a lot of things that we might have dismissed as petty some other day. Perception is a tricky being, like the mirage of water in a dreary desert. As we grow, our perception of things around us change, for the good or for the bad. Like how I realised I don't write as good as I used to while perusing through some of my posts from october 2007. Probably, my writing skills have taken a turn for the bad, or it could just be the fact that my brain has risen to a higher level. Neither of these two options comfort me.

Yesterday I had cold water after coming home from college. Half a bottle of it. Water tasted so fresh. Don't ask me how anything can taste fresh, but it did. Water is the best drink in the world. Period. 

Another thing that changes with age is taste in music. Many years ago, I thought backstreet boys were the coolest, them being the first band that I listened to. But then I never knew there existed something called "Rock". The more I got of it, the more I wanted. Psychedelic, Progressive, Classical, Soft, Metal, Grunge, Death, so on and so forth, each with its different style of music, each as fascinating as the other. Now I don't feel like listening to those BSB again, they could be good for all I know, but I don't. 

Time is another major perception-based commodity. I don't even have to explain that. Whatever we do every day, in essence we only buy time. Everyone, in this world, for that matter. We pay the doctor to buy more time to live. We drink water to buy time before thirst kicks in. We eat to fight hunger. We sleep to buy time for our dreams. We live to buy the time of our lives. So next time you ask somebody "Gimme a second", think about it. Time is not theirs to give.

People change. That is one thing that can never be stopped. Some of them really change. SOme of them however, just change in the way we view them. The haze that has been hanging around them suddenly lifts and you see what they really are. Not always a pretty picture. 

You ask me if this is all true? Come, read this in a different mood, or after a year or two and ask yourself if anything has changed. Trust me, it will have.

Realizations.

I walked slowly in the rain on the way back home. I liked it. The official looking lady with the important papers, or the young girl with the costly dress, however, did not. 

Today

This morning I woke to a power cut at 4 AM. And it lasted for 6 hours. I left midway through the 5th to college. Power cuts in the morning are such pains-in-the-ass. They totally cut in on my free download time. And they dont let me take my bath in peace. Now I know why people switch to solar heaters.

So I went to my bus stop, and as it turns out, the bus is late. And, in accordance with murphy's laws, the weather is hot too. I sweat like a pig. Man, sometimes I even outsweat pigs if I'm wearing my backpack. So this bus shows up twenty minutes late. Thankfully I get a seat by the window. :)

Window seat, check. Headphones, check. Yellow, check. Heart shaped box, check. etc...

I reach my stop and I get down. Mercilessly shoved down rather and I see it is drizzling. Bless you, it is drizzling. And I said to myself, "Murphy is right. Things become crappier before they around.". And then it got better. A porsche boxster waiting at the signal. Beautiful. :-*

The rest of the day passed. It was quite ok. Not at all as morbid as it foreboded to be. I end it with a cold black forest sundae with Hershey's chocolate sauce amidst hacks, coughs and wheezes from my two week old cold which just refuses to go away. Perhaps I should see my doctor. 

Or perhaps I should just down that cranberry juice carton whole.

Life and I kissed and made up.  :)

After all, life IS beautiful.  ;)

I had a really nice day. But SOMEHOW I end up being pissed off with this entire world. 

Totally not fair.  

Down, down , down and down till you hear the plunk echoing off the walls.

And then further down.

Thoughts

The feel of cold rain, on your skin as you stand arms stretched wide.

A long walk in the slightest of drizzles, amid mild sunshine.

Silence, with friends around, which no one feels like breaking.

Conferences with your best friends,  oh-so--confusing!

The feeling of learning something for the first time.

The satisfaction on getting work done on time.

Dinner at the table, mom, dad, bro and me.

Wisps of smoke curling up from a warm cup of coffee .

Laughing with F.R.I.E.N.D.S and  House's sarcastic takes.

Laughing out loud, till tears form and your gut aches.

Looking at someone you like, when they don't know it.

And them doing the same when you don't know it.

Those little things called thoughts, flitting low and high. 

Thoughts in your head; thoughts in mine.

Tonty koshins.

'Bin tagged by P.I after a long time I guess. Anyway, this is quite small, so even my laziness does not prevail. Predominantly mushy tag. Tut tut.

1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?

Probably a very filmy "nahiiiiiiiin", a beard and alcohol. Then I'll spread the moroseness around. :P

2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?

This. (I wrote this long back, so ignore any mistakes spellingwise and meaningwise :P)

3. Whose butt would you not like to kick? (I changed the question)

Any supermodel's butt. Full of bones. I'll hurt myself. All other butts form a line. 5 bucks a kick.

4. What would you do with a billion dollars?

Firstly, I wouldn't save. Secondly, I'll buy myself a Murcielago. Thirdly, the best-est game station imaginable. Then, I'll go for a world tour. Then, scale Mt. Everest. Fulfill certain promises. Then the rest, I don't have use for. I'll gladly have my life back. Not bad eh? :D

5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?
Que sera, sera. .

6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?
Blessed is he who do not frameth such stupid questions.

7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?
I don't "Intend" on waiting at all in the first place.

8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?
I'll continue secretly liking that person. Simple. :P

9. If you like to act with someone, who will it be? your gf/bf or an actress/actor?
The Cast :

Tom hanks.

Morgan Freeman

Christian Bale

Jessica alba.

Katheryn winnick.

Jennifer Connelly.

Me.

Her.

10. What takes you down the fastest?

Pretense.

11. How would you see yourself in ten years time?
In a mirror? :-?

12. What’s your fear?
Heights ( a little), Lizards and fear of ending up with a woman who says "Pweees, chweet" etc

13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?
Compulsive reader. Harmless. Kind at heart.

14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?
Single and rich. I quote Christian bale from "3:10 to yuma" .

If I don't go, we gotta pack up and leave. Now I'm tired, Alice. I'm tired of watching my boys go hungry. I'm tired of the way that they look at me. I'm tired of the way that you don't. 

I'm not a fan of "We'll be happy as long as we're together. We don;t need money." There will always be something missing.Happily Married and with enough money to go by, would be my choice.

15. What’s the first thing you do when you wake up?
Sit up and do nothing for a minute or two.

16. Would you give all in a relationship?
As long as she's a good person and I love her a lot. Wouldn't hurt the cause if she was pretty. :P

17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?
She'd have to have a good character for me to fall in love with. If it's a tie when you consider "Quality of the time you have with the two" & "Understanding", then I'll go for whoever's prettier. 

But then all this is hypothetical. Sigh.

18. Would you forgive and forget, no matter how horrible a thing someone has done?
Forgive, yes. Forget depends on the amount of horridness (Is that a word?)

19.Do you prefer being single or having a relationship?
Refer sixth answer.. Duh, of course both at different times of life.

20. I tag,

Aravind, Sharanya, Upasana,Vijay, Aparna, Shrey(Sorry man, I needed six people:P)