Oct 31, 2008


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.


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


Because Life is like that.

Happy Unbirthday Idle Mind. 

Oct 29, 2008

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.

Oct 22, 2008

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.

Oct 21, 2008


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.

Oct 17, 2008

"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.

Oct 12, 2008

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
sharanyan: and i hate the shift key too
damn sticky keys
shrey: :\
shift is pretty important
sharanyan: yes
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
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!
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
sharanyan: Christ's Ruins in a Pop
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
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
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.

Oct 10, 2008

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.


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. 

Oct 4, 2008


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.