Slapdash Random - Supercalifragilisticexpialodocious

See?!

2007-06-20T12:15:00.000-05:00

Ah! The tie of time was so knotted on the collar that shouldered irresponsibility so much that even though the shirt was off, the tie remained.

The fear of writing and sermonizing in paras, brought about some 'para'noia and hence the hiatus. Also the glare of modern superstitions was a little too bright even for the comfort of my googled goggles.

Yet,the question of "How much can we see? " remained a simple and nimble question.

When posed the same to an entity with the attire that can put minds at-ire (Pants pulled above the tummy and wearing sneakers on formal attires), and with altitude of attitude... that... saving a penny helps one buy a home on the Thanksgiving day with fe-male-in-rebate, the answer was mind googling.

The question again for academic purposes: How much can you see?

The answer came thus: Pointers, Arrays,Functions, Datastructures

Me:!!!!!!!!!
Altitudinal Indian** (AI...How ironic!): Thats a good amount of C knowledge you know.
Me: Oh!.......Oh! (I wasnt this embarassed when the fly of my jeans was open all through the day in a big conglomeration.)

Me: SIR AI, Pardon me for the incorrigible incomprehensibility of the process in asking questions, BUT, Sir what is the extent of perception of the mind on the external stimulus caused and the resultant internal reverberation produced, please mention the frequency and wavelength accurate to the fifteenth decimal.(REVENGEEEEEEEE...Answer will be awarded a PASS/FAIL Grade,Sychophancy will be deemed rewarded )

(I stand vindicated for the question asked in a totalitarian darwinistic manner)
AI: (Nonplussed) Err....As Much As I Can.

Me: Nice...Maybe I will make a movie by that name and name the director as Sullen-Spellboundberg.

AI: (Intimidated...not by me...but by the question) I.....I....I have a call from my manager for production support, will answer that later:THE LIE(The call was from his wife for re-production support: THE LIFE)

.[Later]Me:ZZZZZZZZZZZZ
(In Dreams...In Space): Houston, Houston we have a problem, We cant see, perceive

Houston: Roger that, If you cant see down, then show up

Me: Drat! The sarcasm in dreams double up (I wake up and sleep right back)

[later]

Me: Maybe we see more than we can perceive, no matter how much we try, only perception of the 3rd Dimension is possible. The back's never visible...if it is, then the front might turn back.!!!! Interpretations welcome, discussions even more....

Maybe this link can help further: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neuro-linguistic_programming

ALAS! P.A.ssI.oN in Cricket

2007-03-24T10:26:00.000-05:00

STEREO-STAMPED!!!!!!

2007-01-28T22:32:00.000-05:00

The succint observation in every precinct,isnt very distinct. The trend of the blend bellows without a bend. The tastes aint differ much, for the sum(some) of differences arent that much.

Russell Peters once said during his famous standup comedies, " I dont make the stereotypes I find em". Now for the foremost question. Are we past the age of impression that we resort to such blatant ingestion.

From personalities to polarities, from cars to wars, from Honda's Toyota's to Howitzers and Migs!!!!

The sea is filled with salt already, why add a pinch more?! Its very remarkable that we "beg" to differ, rather than differ to differ.

Some of the mindsets come from the assembly line, clearly Ford didnt envision this when he endorsed an assembly line. Its like a rubber stamp, bang them as hard as you can, they still give you the same imprint.

Disclaimer: Observations not preachings

OF_IS_SPACE

2006-12-13T14:53:00.000-05:00

Entrance: Revolving doors
Entrant: The evolving dour.

When the day begins with the thought: "Why is that people who say nice things like "Have a nice day" dont really mean it and really mean it when they say "Fuck you" or for that matter any expletive ??!!, Its a vivid moment in a day of revelations.

Ah! Wonderous is the thought process of the generic carbon based bipedal life form descending from an ape.Sometimes or rather most of the times for the thought process,the triumph of imagination over intelligence is exasperating. The thing with imagination being the undying patience it gets. As it's so felt, the motive of it goes as "Be patient...wait for long enough.....nothing happens".

Logic is supreme, but when tried mixing little logic and lots of imagination, what one can at best hope is a Hollywood movie with gregariously glamorized defunct personalities having obsessive compulsive disorders, which evoke Oohs and Aahs and also ooze Oomph.

One of the supremely challenged behaviors belonging to the upper mentioned category is "procrastination". The imagination being the concept of climbing up the ladder by seemingly working hard "later" viz a viz - smart working. Well... it takes a lot of scratches on the head to ingrain the words. Procrastination can neither be created nor destroyed, but can be changed from one premise to other. (Do I hear someone patting me, Ah well, Its time I deserved some of it...Ouch! I mean a pat , not a hit)

Ah! The verse of the aforementioned curse isnt any terse, for the work is made averse, with increasing hours. Hell hath no fury , but mismanaged late hours do hath.

Work is Warship, SOS before it killeth you all.

Have you met T.I.N.A

2006-09-11T17:40:00.000-05:00

Yikes!!!!Slap is dating T.I.N.A...yeah dudes and the over zealous girlllz, Slap's been dating T.I.N.A ....see the fullstops between her name is to kind of alphabetically convey that its been an on and off affair. Yeah right now the thing in his life is T.I.N.A.

Well T.I.N.A has been in his life on and off....by and large one can trace T.I.N.A's rememberances back to the days of 10th grade. She's kinda influenced him in his budding career decision then and since then she's been a confluence with influence. She's been the f-actor in causing reminders. Some 'composite' decisions and some 'prime'. Well sometimes slap did resisit her but... man... her charms are too hot for him to handle. The last time I met him, he's been transmogrified into a door knob and was singing. "Turnkey and turnknob....but falling short being a slob. Blob-di-blob-di-blob-di-blob. "

The rue-mance was toread (romance was torrid) to say the least, but it held!!!!!! It held for a long time to yuck-knowledge it. Then the news spread to Ekta Kapoor and Bollywood, and they started gloryfying the T.I.N.A factor, they had people performing T.I.N.A's roles and then later the audience then had their T.I.N.A along with TRiP ratings.

The one good thing about T.I.N.A is/was she hates to run around trees and proclaim her love, she instead choses to remain in everyone's lives in the tacit way, now this cant make her promiscuous...does it.....how can she be? She's the multiplicity sister of Seetha-Gita types. The love-hate relationship has more hate to it, but she doesnt make the effort to leave. There's no moving on with her. There's only the "the show must go on" with her.

Well her name's got an abbreviation too.... more an acronymph ... she is
T.I.N.A = There Is No Alternative.

I better not bitch more coz the beatch can thwack me hard if she wants to.

Trek up Hill - Chow-n-Trash

2006-09-06T12:32:00.000-05:00

Misunderstood as Aggressive, Impulsive ? Read this ad, maybe this can help.

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If you are commonly misconstrued guy of this orb....Then we have the right product for you

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Side effects: Could result in carrying a banana for eating every mile, or once in a while.
This could also be marketed as "Food for Sole" in North America.

REQUIRED: Designers for posters of this product.

Pirates of the Curry-Bean (Deep Fried)

2006-08-08T23:38:00.000-05:00

(My take on the polarised racist system in my backyard and as well as fore-yard)

Anger following the anamolous expansion of water at foredegrees. And the pun is
intended, for the racists of the cultures hitherto inhabited by specks
of brilliance, but the fun is unintended.

A polarised view and an impoverished thought process all throughout.

Schools of thoughts in distraught droughts. A classic case of a logically flawed system but inheritance done with blatant smirks. The pride in being what one is dissappears and the pseudo superiority surfaces.

There exists "A thin line" between pride and superiority screamed sensibility.

"A theme line", was the shocking echo.

"The haemoglobin in the blood wasnt in the right milligrams to the 50th decimal, thats why the superiority" this one can guess is the most logical explanation one can arrive to!!!!!!

The mortality rate increased for the grey matter was my "most plausible" diagnosis.

Oh! Yeh Hippos, please save us, for the thick skin is the ultimate armour we wanna cherish to face this.

And yeah, if one stays indivisble then all they can emulate are the prime numbers, however prime they are, they just got '1' as company. tch! tch!

Refurbished Truths: The Curse

2006-07-08T15:18:00.000-05:00

Curse 1:The Curse of the Parking meter

"Blink, Blink ......I Blink, till you stop the tink of the clink," sang the parking meter. Down the meter my clink with the coin fell a quarter short. The parking meter winked telepathically that it needed a clink more to wink.

While I neglected the inkling of this one legged weakling (so I thought), the curse fell upon me, linking me to the fines in indelible ink. The curse in laser printed precision ink read

"Job X:XX - Here shall the car 'park'eth and shall 'park'eth no more"
We Vaunt U Parking (WVU Parking)

Curse 2: Suberman Thirmivandirke With Mermaids

As the sun-dazed down on Sunday on the parking note I was reading, my good Southindie friend comes upto me, apparently after watching "Suberman Thirmivandirke" (Superman Returns)

"Dude da, I wand to know how to have a "Condom leap" in my life man.

As I shook from the parked slumber at those utterances, I looked up and said "Whoa! Dude, What the........... Dude, you need to find yourself a girlfriend ......for your Condom leap man !!!!! He looks up and says "Tsk Tsk, I didnt mean condom leap man, i meant Q-U-A-N-T-U-M leap dude."

The nonchalant reply from me then comes" 'Walk the Planck' man, for the Quantum leap.

"Maybe you can jump off the edge and maybe you can get lucky with a mermaid and then have your Condom leap" man said I breaking into a stifling laugh,

The southie then said "for all the leaps I take it'll all be bubble and froth in deep waters, I feel like I m missing something in life man, perhaps what they call "the zing".

For all the things for the zing, I shall try to refurbish a liner from a movie that I recently watched, it kinda went line this " We all try desperately not to miss something, but ultimately we end up missing it because we did want a part of it but not the whole of it."

Made sense to me, I wonder if its Mad sense?!!!!

The Ways Of the War-ld

2006-06-02T14:15:00.000-05:00

The Family-liar(familiar) war-ld

(Correspondants refused to be named, they dont even want to be named anonymous)

AChoooooo!And with the sneeze and the accompanying wheeze, the trigger got pulled. The sights froze the brain in a daze. "Oh my Gosh" what have I done? ..... [Spirals Spirals Spirals] Flashback

Its all in the shape was the thought, all simple geometry, you master the shapes to be a respectable "Sir"cle [Circle] all smooth and ..... but all it takes to prick the round bubble is a "trying girl"[triangle] and to be precise it happens when the the mind feels "I saw silly trying gal" [isocelese triange].

The "Trap"ezoid sloping at the wrong time, slipping me into the wrong tour of contours. The slip between the cup and lip, and the trigger gets pulled again the second shot follows. Whats Killed? Whats killed was what was willed.

Politically Correct war-ld

(From our correspondant in Neverland)

The nuke Puke, the shrubs and Bushes of poison Ivy running after "I-ran"...just as he said "I-rake" for Iraq.

Reservations, more of a re-swear-nation. Hail the mediocricity of India, the "cream " is just to lick, so who cares a f**k. But neverthless Arjun singh should get a kick.

Academic War-ld

(From our special correspondant of international Phd scholars)
Papers, Papers,.....cried the pied pipers. The mice ran along. Some "also-ran", some ran ahead of the piper. Some along the piper. All it goes is in the river (also assumed as an ocean of knowledge by the proverbial 'frog in the well').

The Matrix War-ld

(From our Correspondant Mithya. Antha)

The "neo" is american, the keymaker is Chinese, the guy trapped in the virus train man program is Indian. Morpheus is Afro-American. Monica Belluci is European.Trinity Canadian, And heck the person who designed the Matrix is American?!!!! Come on man who are you kidding, the matrix was designed by an Indian because he was locked in a contracting consultancy.Otherwise why do you think the matrix is a illusion to the mind, because Indians have perfected the art of illusionising.

The Vocational War-ld

(From our Special correspondant in the not so Software world)

A Hit man was hired, the money was wired, the killing was outsourced, the "dead" line was to be met. The insurances was the assurances. The 'pay' was a'stub'. The talk was glib. The statistics were "excelled" and the "points were powered".And the minutes were "word" ed. ( F*** so much for Microsoft).

Piled High in Debt (P.h.D)

2006-03-02T17:20:00.000-05:00

Moments of truth?
Momentum of truth?
Momentary is the truth!!!
Goal concerningly blithe

Qualified is the blithe..eh!
Qualifier is the truth?!
Qualifying is the girth...

To quote Corrs "talking on the corners" in "Dreams"

Thunder only happens when it's raining
Players only love you when they're playing
Say (w) omen they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean, you'll know

I have GOLD!!

2006-02-02T00:15:00.000-05:00

The GOLD Truth
One find morning when I vogue up I suddenly realized that I had gold. The gold, I thawed was becoz of all-the-'dude', but again then, I thawed, it was becoz of my add-i-'dude'. But again I thawed and decided to hide it with wigs. But was wigs enough? I thawed again, I then took some day gill. Maybe it can keep me pro-deck-dead from influenze. I think all the gold I had was becoz of influenze. For my own peace I had to get rid of it. It was hurting my don zills.

Gold is bad ,it keeps you heavy and makes you whig, and you cant even tug and sleeb well. P-e-bble shun you if you have gold. They might get influenze too. Its advisable that p-e-bble use a 'safe' approach towards gold. The more you have it, the more trouble it brings.

The COLD Truth
One fine morning when I woke up I suddenly realized that I had cold. The cold I thought was becoz of altitude, but then again I thought it was because of my attitude. But again I thought and decided to hide it with Vicks. But was vicks enough? I thought again, I took some Day quill. Maybe it can keep me protected from influenza. I think all the cold i had was because of influence. For my own peace I had to get rid of it. It was hurting my tonsils.

Cold is bad, it keeps you heavy and makes you weak, and you cant even tuck and sleep well. People shun you if you have cold. They might get influenza too. Its advisable that people use a safe approach towards cold. The more you have it, the more trouble it brings.

I Stand by both statements in truth

Past-A

2006-01-19T05:04:00.000-05:00

The time is 4:42 AM. Something's amiss, sleep after coming to this country was never a patterned bliss. But this night is/was something different, suddenly there was a sound when I was just about to hit the sack. This was so familiar yet strange in this part of the world

As the bachelor blues of my life continue, I thought of all the things that were so embedded in my life till 3 years ago in hue, the things that were a part of the daily encores, are now confoundly found discourses

- I miss the shuddering sound of the refrigerators (although the new ones dont, we had an old allwyn refrigerator)

- The sound of the chowkidar's lathi at 2 AM .

- The sound of the creaky fan singing a lullaby

- The wait for the bucket to fill during the last hours of alternate day water supply

- The power cut times in the night, the chit chat with neighbors

- The smodering of mosquitoes, I was a proud killer of them, had a reason of social commitement to the killing.

- The solving of Hindu crosswords in bus no 187 while to the college.

- Brandishing the bat and practising a pull shot in the limited widths of my home.

- The exhilirating cricket I played so passionately.

- The ring of our home telephone.

- The first day of a Chiru movie in Sandhya Theatre.

- Footboarding all the way till MJ college.

- Strangely but truly the title song of "Ruthuragalu"

- The sound of news in DD, the chitralahari mascot and of course my pet hate - Shanti swaroop.

- My dad symbolically switching the portico lamp off to call me for dinner when chatting with a few stubborn friends who wouldnt leave.

Endless enlists, only the past lists........

S.T.A.T.S

2006-01-05T22:07:00.000-05:00

SourceThoughts-emanating And, Thoughts Sink-culminating,

There is a source and there's sink, the link happens in an eye's wink;

And then there is a source and there's a sink, and its always on the brink;

and again there's a source and there's a sink, the link happens in kink;

and again there's a source and a sink, there's an eternity for the junk to link;

but again there's a source and sink......and there isnt a path to the sink.

*based on day -t0-day thoughts

ERRATICA- A Dream

2005-12-28T04:06:00.000-05:00

An Indus 'trial' exhibition was the ad in the noisepaper. Hmmm good
proposition for spending my Christmas vacation was the thought. A chance
to see and possibly pick some cool stuff. The name sounded Indian too.

Noisy galore, ven'doors' shouting

SCENE 1: INFI LUBE

Vendor: Infilube... infilube... infilube....

Myself: Infilube!! must be some automotive oil. Why dont I get some for
my car!...

(proceding towards the vendor I asked), how many quarts do I need?

Vendor: Quarts!!!! you must be mistaken, I m selling Infi Loops, or
rather infinite loops, ...you look like you need one....I am gonna give
it to you at a discount....you wanna try?!

Myself: (After trying and getting lost in the loop) Darn it Man! get me
outta here..I m stuck in the loop. what are you waiting for.... pull me out.

Vendor: Dont worry sir " the train man cometh" (chuckling to himself, Ref: Matrix III)

Myself: Come on get me out....(after he pulls me out, I ask him
again)...How the hell can one get out of such loops!? You must be nuts
to sell them. Who would wanna buy those anyway?!!!!!!

Vendor: Simple sir, you just have to break the control and you are free.

Myself: Break the control!!!! How the heck am I supposed to do that? You
know you cannot do that in an infinite loop.

Vendor: Sir all you have to do is press "Ctrl + Break"

Myself : Aaaarrrgh...Damn it ...Infinite loops at a discount!!huh!

SCENE 2: A sell(cell) phone shoppe : NOWKYA PHONEYS

As I go around observing the phones my eyes land on a cell phone which is rather colorful; and as I go near it a vendor, to my irritation, starts bugging me

Vendor: Sir, Can I help you through.

Myself: (Irritatingly) Yeah you may, but I was just looking...

Vendor: This one's the special one sir, its the most colorful piece we have

Myself: I noticed that, whats the strange name on it?!

Vendor: Its called "CALL-DIE-SCOOP" (Kalideioscope). (His heart kinda swelled as he said that)

Myself: Call-die-scoop!!!!!!!!!! Whats that for? I mean why that strange
name? And whats so special about it . eh?!!

Vendor: Oh! This one is special coz it changes colors, its specially made for youungsters who are in the process of getting hooked up or are just hooked up, .....you know ....the rushes...(smiling)

And yeah one more thing sir, this phone also causes the colors to fade after sometime indicating the life after the "hook".

Myself: !!!!!!!!!!@#$%^&

SCENE 3:Computer Shoppe: DULL COMPUTERS

Myself: Ah! the state of the fart computers. I might get something here...

As I was watching through the computers I noticed a computer rather uniquely labelled as" DULL DESPISIRON"

The specs were
Untel- pyro processor (Slogan for Untel: Untold Inside)
1 GB RAN
100 GB Heavy Disk Drive
and Mikroswaft Venilators OS

Obviously Impressed with the specs I approached the guy wearing the tag, "Should I help you?"

Vendor: Hi there! Its a pressure to help you, and I wanna mention that this computer is very special compared to others around.

Myself: Whats the difference apart from the impressive specs?!

Vendor: Its got a key which is unique, we call it the "DUH!!!!" key

Myself: "Duh!" key!!!!!....

Vendor: Yes sir, this key is quite handy in situations when you do not understand what to do. These kinds of situations are common with DULL Computers, so we decided to have in this key to help the customers understand.

Myself: duh!!!!!!!!

Vendor: And as special festive offer we also offer you a software that simualates the customer service of DULL Computers in India....Now with this software you dont need to call that 1800 number and wait for the operatorin India.....this software will completely simulate it for you .....including the standard no-op procedures.

AND I CLICK MY FEET HARD TO WAKE MYSELF FROM THE DREAM I WAS HAVING AND TILL DATE I VE BEEN STILL CLICKING

Yet another Birthday...

2005-12-01T13:11:00.000-05:00

December 1st.

Yet another year...full of hopes...dreams(now..dont ask me," of what kind"...)...Desires(do i need to say anything more...) ...ok..these are the few positive aspects of living...and i dont wish to mention the other ones...Yet, i hope u are singing "Ding Dong...O' Baby Sing A Song.." (i hope u got what i mean) well...

Happy Birthday Dude!

My wishes are with you..for walking one more year towards grey hair...

and dont forget to post your birthday adulteries..err...sorry..i mean..birthday adventures here..

Thesis Dhe-Fence

2005-11-10T00:31:00.000-05:00

Thesis writing, a fighting with thee. The Thee happens to be your advisor, Duh!!! I better have a Budwesier. As the graduate life's first phase came to an end, following the common trend: Apartment to Department, Advisor to Budweiser.(Budwesier is a brand of beer)

Collecting and correcting, corrections and collections, reams of paper, just to help the topic to taper.

The cliche is to avoid a cliche in the write up, a curt nod to the advisor's "Whats up!!".

Harry Potter's Goblet of Fire!! Huh! These are my "Chapters of Disparate Desire"

As the defense date nears, the defense-offense is what the mind fears. Have been a witness of thesis defenses where nerves were so strung that "Legolas (LOTR)" can probably use it for his bow.

Nerves or no nerves or either Plots with curves, bow or a blow, all that matters is a "WOW".

Days away from the the-fence (defense), I follow the white rabbit, meet morpheus, he places two frills in front of me the BLUE, the RED ( the blue frill can give you the thrill, the red frill can give you the bill). and then further down he says

Morpheus: Unfortunately, no one can be told what a Thesis defense is. You have to see it for yourself.

Then I decided to ponder on the Spoon Boys advice

Spoon boy: Do not try and defend the Thesis?(bend the spoon). That's impossible. Instead... only try to realize the truth.
Me-o: What truth?
Spoon boy: There is no thesis(spoon).
Me-o: There is no thesis (spoon)?
Spoon boy: Then you'll see, that it is not the thesis that ends (spoon that bends), it is only yourself.

Week to go, will the weak go!!?????

We See, We Thee, We Knee

2005-10-27T01:07:00.000-05:00

There was the water that had stink, but there was music that had the clink, there were awe"full" mosquitoes but the awe"some" music had us on the toes. There was the unnecessary violence of the police barge, but the violins had more of the stunning charge. There were the jarring comments of disconcert, but the calm moments belonged to the concert.
The evening set in, the lights flashed. For once the water, which was used to dissolving clay and color had dissolved the musical play and stood taller.

In the parking lot were three TVS Champs, in the audience were three teenaged tramps. On the stage was L.Subramanium, set ablaze were the minds in the consortium. The track being played was "Conversations" the stack in the cerebrum was melifulous vibrations.

So "We See"ed, " We Thee" ed and "We Knee" ed

The tramps were myself, Kamal Aakarsh and Ravi Chandra. The time was immemorial, the music was ephemeral.

SHARE-ON- STONE

2005-10-06T01:42:00.000-05:00

Me: Phew, Pant Pant Huff... Puff .... Heave Ho Heave Ho

Captain America: Hey Slapdash -Slipdisc (whoever you are) !! Whats up? Whats that you are heaving up hill?

Me: Motivation, Confidence etc... in short captain its my MORALE.. Remember captain it always requires an uplift!

Captain America: Awww Crap....anyway good luck.

AFTER A WEEK.......

Me: Phew, Pant Pant Huff... Puff .... Heave Ho Heave Ho

Captain America: Whats up Err Slap - Slip, whats happened to your More-roll...oh! sorry morale..

Me : (Grunting) It Slipped, some moron made it to slip, now I gotta get it up all again. Its already the third time its rolling back.

Captain America: Hmm ! Looks like a mys(t)ery here. Wonder whos the chief of mischief? Any suspects?!!

Me: Yeah ! The Usual suspects..maybe its KEYSER SOZE

Captain America: Keyser Who? !!!!

Me: Keyser Soze. The more-all believe culprit...he is invisible, invincible....

Captain America: Beats me man, Anyway I got a question...they say a rolling stone gathers no moss, whats with your more-roll? Why do I see a lot of moss?

Me: You mean the green colour!!

Captain America: Yeah

Me: Thats envy...why do you think they say "green with envy"...Its because of this.

Captain America: What about fiction? It didnt help the matters?

Me: Fiction!!! Oh! you mean friction....Ahhh!!!! Its more freak-tion thatn friction...See when the world is freaked out. Its all freaktion.

Captain America: Too complicated man, no laws followed, have you ever wondered how Newton would have felt ?

Me: There is loss that follows. Newton!!! who cares man. All I care is about the wanton.

Captain America: You are a ...!!!!!!!!!

BIG SOUND.........DRRRRRROLL ROLL ROLL DROLL..DROOL...BRAWL.....(All parts of speech refer to sound)

Me: BUGGER !!!!! Now I know why my more-roll rolls off.....Its you... CAP-STAINED AM ERRICA !!!!, you make me talk and the stones take a walk...@#$%&*

AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I BURP, HARP, SLEEP

2005-09-14T16:44:00.000-05:00

9-10AM

Rekindled spirits...flaring briefly within, then the fire is doused.
An outcry and then a comply,.... imply and then decry. Thats how sometimes a tirade of a tired day goes.

11AM-1PM

"Glimpses of worried history", "Discovery out of India", "My experiments with truth gone awry". Is it a typical day, or it the way I bray?

3-4PM

Fission of noclear energy, but again a fusion of newclear energy, (Bush's pronounication of nuclear -- "new key lear energy")

5PM

Swades- We the Feeble, Dil Se-- Magar Kiske dil se?,

As the guy in Swades tells Mohan Bhargav, "Mod galath nahin hothe Insaan galath Hote hai",

Gowitrikar's mish mashMash a good one too.
Light a Lamp..Are you kidding? Me lighting a lamp? Comeon I got a thesis to write, somebody please...do not switch off the lamp thats glowing for me.

7 PM

Aloo curry, always made in a hurry. Tried and tried but never properly fried.

8-10PM

Rhythms Plenty, Music hearty, Swaying gently

11-1AM

Relam of Realisation, nothing in the day created sensation

2 AM

Hit the deck, thinking gibberish, sleeping sluggish

STAR WORSE ---- Episode III

2005-08-14T13:30:00.000-05:00

Episode III- Revenge of the Si(x)th

Once upon a time in a galaxy far far away, Slip-disc-van-dumb & Slap-dash-ran-dom were good friends. The friendship was everlasting, till it lasted no more. There was a split because of the si(x)th.

Slip-disc-van-dumb listened to the si(x)th sense in him. His stars became worse(and hence the title).He was revelling in the joy of succumbing to the si(x)th unknowingly. He was getting married!!!!! His bride (pride) was Sin-a-torr Amidala Padma. She was from "Kinky"padu village from AP. He thought he got married , but for the fact that he was marred. The si(x)th had betrayed him, but as its the si(x)th and it had to balance out its actions. So it gave slip-disc guy the power of si(x)th sense. He thought "I see dead people"(as its a fact with si(x)th sense), people who were going to be dead. People he couldnt see before his "marr"age. He could see people who were going to get married. Then as time passed there was an off-'spring',(because , he was born in fall..PJ), "Unknown-kin-sky-blopper". This thus set the foundation for "A New Hope"

But in all this feelings he "Hence proved " some axioms. The postulates were

-The SI(x)TH sense is always right, the famous fie (5) senses always giving in to the senseless.

-The SI(x)TH is always predicting according to the algorithms provided by one Mr. Murphy.

-So the SI(x)TH does pervade but doesnt invade. There is fun, but there is also the fear of being outrun. The dark lord watches , he strikes, the fie (5) senses

-----Retold on the request of slip-disc-van-dumb guy. By the way he got his slip-disc trying to lift Amidala Padma.

"Intrusions" the censures of a Replicated messiah

2005-07-22T02:24:00.000-05:00

-Reality for all the ideas given or given ideas is surreal

-What Irradiates also irritates

-"This" inclination gives "This" position or Dis-position gives
Dis-inclination

-When in doubt, and to get back call customer service, 1800-get-me-bach.

To hell with proof for this spoof

Conspiracy of Silence

2005-07-12T01:58:00.000-05:00

Silence ....The answer of the power"fool"!!!! The lens of escapists....The squeal of forthcoming fear. The feel of numbness....The answer to hide the power which isnt full.

Silence.... The sound that can never be found, the veil of cowardice??!!! the escape route of avarice.

Silence .... The measurement beyond comprehension...the balm to calm....the frown of anger outgrown...the yelp of help. The silent clang of the deci"bell".

Silence .... The incense, quark in the quirk, the path of uncanny victories...the mask of insolence...in silence.

Lets Observe two minutes of silence for the sake of silence...(Its the only way to get back at it)

Tune to Atone

2005-07-06T01:36:00.000-05:00

Violence in violins or violins in violence!
How does the melody cross the fence?
Hurting the malady without offense

What do I see in symphony?
Slogans of order with timpani
Rhythm in prime company

What I see in the percussion thump?
Cushions Per cushions in triumph
What can they cause?! - cracks in the turf?

Breezing away, blazing away, caressing away
Dunes of ecstasy getting driven in the sway
Wind with the bamboo mingling with gay

Strings stretched as far as imagination
The air within the soul in infatuation
Fascination and invigoration in culmination

Is it solely the soul playing the tune?
Orchestrisation in rhapsody blazing tone
Euphony is bliss for I m blissfully overthrown

Ghost Appearence

2005-07-04T01:36:00.000-05:00

The walls creak!!! The doors squeak!!! Is it the ghost within? is it a guest
live-in. ?The apparition not apparent...but it lives with me in the
apartment. The creaks make me freak, the squeaks make me freak, will it
make me more meek? There are clocks which tick, from the brain in the
attic. There are thoughts lost to the fear, I guess they werent mighty
clear.

Hallways and castles arent the only haunted spots, whats haunted is the
thought and what will be hunted is the thoughts.

"Guest apparition" was I thought the first and last name of the thought,
"Ghost apprearance" was the alibi to the fraught.

Fright, Fight, Flight is of the drought. The intention is to walk not trot.

WEAK DAYS!!?!

2005-06-24T20:15:00.000-05:00

Week of the weak....Everything's bleak....Crime time for the meek, Climb time for the freak

Sundae.

Least Weakday

Munda(n)e

Death comes in from all directions, its munda(n)e not funday

Twos die

Wherein people die twice, once in the morning and once in the eve.

When's day?

Waiting for the day of RIP

Thar's day

Dryest day...as dry as the Thar desert

Fray day

Fraying and flaying anything and everything you see this day.

Sat "err" day

I Sit and err this day

Ink pen!! A think pen???!!!

2005-06-15T01:44:00.000-05:00

A fountain pen, An Ink pen, I wonder when??? When??? Can i use it often? "Hero Pen" was the name of a famous ink pen of my school days. True it was...Indeed a hero. Ah! The school days.....like the breeze sways, very pleasant. The ink stains on fingers , the smell of the ink that lingers, The bottle of Camel ink, the Chelpark ink,red ink, blue ink, the blue black ink...how can it be forgotten in a wink?

Good handwriting with ink pens, said the teachers in sarees hence. Pens with ballpoint will never get an extra point. Whats so great I thought at that time? Ballpoints are good, they can make you write fast, write first.

But Ink pens??? Poor them, once at the helm, used by crem-de-la cream.

"Inks that stains, ink that stays " A slogan of ballpoint.

The ink pen, a link pen to the past, its not fast. But when speed is not the need, why look at it like a different creed? The beauty of the ink pen lies in handling, pages and pages can be written without the ink spilling, thats the thing about it thats thrilling.

Ink pen a thrill a frill, but the ballpoint is for the KILL.

Later I realised that the most hyped words are the typed words. The words written in ink can be washed off in a blink.

"Confusions"-- The Ventures of a Relocated "Mess"iah

2005-06-09T12:01:00.000-05:00

Thisclaimer : All the spoof doesnt have proof

-There is never a toil for the turmoil, while the good things are in for a foil

-What the master calls it a caterpillar, I call it a pillar

-My only obligation in my lifetime is not to fall into any obligation

-Motive the need!!, Motivation the greed???? How else can I be freed?

While there is always a reason to make fun off anybody, when I read Richard bach again I thought was he making fun of everybody, wasnt he being a pseudo philanthropist? Questions unanswered!!

Me-u-seek

2005-06-03T10:00:00.000-05:00

Drums of desire too striking to resisit!
Faintly hearing rhythms from the mist

In crescendo are the strings of the fist
Plucking the guitars of lust

Vibrations intimidating the violin’s drag
Not in a pattern nor in a ‘raag’

The essence is in the tandem
Deviod of pulses in random

Striking deep is the percussion
Throwing to the wind, caution!!

Looting the cardinal with the lute
Not with a hoot but with a flute

Fleeting, pulling and pushing over the horizon
Far beyond the grasps of adrenalin

The structure from the structure less
Melodious but not spineless

The stretch of the skin, the windy song, the string’s pluck
Not difficult to decide what’s music and what’s me-u-seek!!!

STAR WORSE Episode I & II

2005-05-29T14:13:00.000-05:00

Episode I : The Phantom menace

Fiances are the worst kept secrets...Oops did I say fiances??!!! Oh Bother...anyway what I meant was finances. I guess both arent diferent from each other considering depedencies and independecies ,both ...after each other desperately.

Die-alogues not withstanding, the shame to fame (Oops!! its claim not shame) for both the same. Well well, anagrams and analogies, cant weigh the kilograms of apologies, the finances and fiances desire. Little does the male know about the fie-male. Marrying a Lorry of Sorry's.

Episode II: Attack of the (c)Loans

Coming to the secrets of finances. Sink better than source, Ink on cheques bettering the saving force. The dark side taking over, the life saver becoming the light saber and cutting through. The Loan army (read as the size of the loan) getting bigger and bigger, unknowingly in another planet and planning at. Then cometh the war . The minimum payments keeping the loans mum. The "Count" getting bigger. But will the Jedai (Loan bearers) stop him. The count can escape but the numerical count does keep increasing.

May the Force be with you

Whooooosh its "Josh !"

2005-05-20T01:32:00.000-05:00

Its hit! Its hit again....some hormone has gone down...in harmony? or in inhormoney? Blame it on the chemistry. Its too complex to analyse...but simple to derive. The bondings not strong....wonder walls forces!!!!! Too wonderous to survive the pull in full. A strong urge within dominates a lot of feelings. The chemistry within slowly turning physical, even the most basic organic form in me cannot resist the purge of the urge. Persipiration evaporating... inspirations dissolving.

The right to write is being overcome. So now I have to fight to write and write whats right and not whats trite or a rite. What comes over my mind has no license but yeah it has a lie sense. Its called "josh" in hindi, ecstacy probably in English and a lot more in a lot more langages. Or rather say its celebrating life, celbrating the cerebrum and all the conundrum that comes along.

Puzzle Consortium

2005-04-29T00:31:00.000-05:00

Welcome to the Puzzle consortium. Here we are all in a maze, some in a
haze, some in laze. There exists a Confusion for every fusion. The
influx never towards any type of crux. Talk about luck runs amuck.
Mind over matter is a fact of every person latter. While I write this
the thoughts in the consortium resort to a fight. Not a brawl to start
with but a disagreement taking further proportions. Apparitions of
droughts haunt the cellars of thoughts. The fight continues....beyond
the round tables, uncaring for the labels.

Though the brain fights back with hormone(y). The physical fights begets
and bekcons the chemistry between them to intervene. According to the
rules of enagagement of the parties, the last stage before the sleep
assumes huge proportions. Words clash and then swords clash, some
thoughts crash, some wait and watch. And then comes Deep recession
(Depression).

'Ad' rein aligns (Adrenalins) weapons , Tester one (Testesterone) tests
the waters. Thirsty cries fill the hall of the consortium. Consorts are
rare in this war, Aide not by the side, Its the same case with all the
warring thoughts. War wears them down. Sleep cares them down.
Swords back in the scabbards, Words back on the boards. Conclusions back
to the confusions. Another day in the beckoning for the brainy legions.

Can I dare it in my Mind?

2005-04-23T23:55:00.000-05:00

There is a glare in my mind!
Its a flare in my mind,
Nothing I can compare in my mind,
Can I dare it in my mind?

A question galore in my mind !
Somthing I cannot share in my mind.
Its a shiver in my mind,
It has a quiver in my mind,
Can I dare it in my mind?

Its a warm fervour in my mind,
Runs like a mare in my mind,
The race isnt fair in my mind,
But I cant err in my mind,
Can I dare it in my mind?

Its also a blur in my mind,
I want it square in my mind,
Can I dare it in my mind?

Adam's Rib

2005-04-17T19:49:00.000-05:00

For a long time i relied
Not on truth, so I lied

Cascading my desires wide
Paragraphs in my book implied

The truth carried in the eyes moist
Daring to survive, desperate to be hoist.

Why does it hurt to breathe?
Why is pain beneath the sheathe?

Not words just in plain vain
What was just, was drenched in the rain

What the rain reined in was a puddle
Can I overcome it by a lingering huddle ?

The idyllic mood I long to covet
From the letdown I wish to convert

Why is that I have to fret?
Is the orb all invert?

Why does the why always vie?
Why do hours, minutes and seconds always fie?

Attempts not futile but not vestal
Afterall it was adam's rib that was fatal

Para "Graph"

2005-04-15T00:22:00.000-05:00

"The Plot thickens...." Nooo! This isnt a plot from the novel, but it sure is a novel plot. A graph of each day of life. High points, low points, but each day unique, some scenic but some anemic.

Sometimes I think I need to get convinced on something before moving ahead. Thats probably is my instinct as a person which I so conviniently camouflage as an enginnering instinct. But convincing myself from a ulterior perspective is as good as saying that I get convinced only when I feel like getting convinced. There is a push by the matter , from the situation as well. But again its all the same thing I ve mentioned already. Old wine in older bottle but with a new label.

Coming to the graphs and para-graphs of each day, truly a "para-graph" as its still unfinished, There are characters to depict, variables to change. Whats it that remains constant? Its me, the person who remains constant. Time varying it is and so am I. The moment I get convinced of something the slope of the graph tends to face upwards. Beware the steeper the slope, greater is the fall. I m responsible for the fall but the slope as well. Do I get convinced to fall? Do I get convinced to climb ?

As a foot note for this I think the graph was a "SIESMOGRAPH"

Science or Signs!

2005-04-13T22:53:00.000-05:00

While watching a war movie I was wondering what a man could do if pushed to the limit. Agreed that movies seldome depict the true reality, but there surely will be an iota of truth and wars did push people to the brink. Countless people got killed becoz of fear than anything else, probably best said in the words of Gabbar singh of Sholay " Jo dar gaya Woh Mar Gaya".

How about general and most generic organic forms? In way a battle is fought every moment, every life form might've been pushed to its limits of tolerance. Imagining a rubber band in the full strain suddenly gives me jeepers, An arrow released from bow? the arrow is free but the string attached to the bow isnt! The bow suffers the vibration. The string in the strain is delivering but longevity ????? The string is changed as it loses its strain. Will I be the string? Will I be the arrow? Will I be the bow? Time will surely tell. Yeah Limit tends to infinity brings in L- "Hospital"s rule. So even a common math limit needs a Hospital to drag it out of infinite strain!!?? Puzzling it is when thought of analogies. So the fear factor...is it directly proportional to the strain involved? Too much of science one may say in the thinking, but I sometimes think its the "signs" that matter more than "science". The science may account for the logic, but the signs may account for the positivity or negativity in this.

So is instinct (read as signs) more reliable than logic ( read as science). Logic was born out of instinct and coaxing brains to think instinctively. This argument lacks proper logic but it sure is my instinct coming out this moment. Lets see If logic wins or instinct, the battle unknowingly is between them though it might appear that we are battling situations.

Whethering the weather?

2005-04-07T22:22:00.000-05:00

Whethering the weather? Thats how it is...Wearing the weather...thats how we do it...foul mood ! blame it on the weather. You whether it, vie it, why it, its going to be back at you. No wonder the weather was given analogies which now had become weather's own analogy. Summer "some-err" . Reiny rainy, Win-ter, winter. Depressing it is. also effable too...blogging and bugging wont wither the weather. It'll feather you, litter you, withter you, Fetter you.

Its all "Temp" erature...coz its temp. whether its Short "Temp"err or

Too much to consider abt weather. But do things ever wear off. Fun it is wearing things. Sure it is. I ever wish I wouldnt be so abstract. Tact I thought needed abs"t(r)act"ness....but sometimes being abstract is so nice. coming back to the wearing thing. does anything stick? some things stick ok. but there is no adhesive thats as strong as it can be. But the cribbing is about the adhesion.....adsorbing is what we do and cry later as if its absorbed.

Again its the "temp" erature thats gonna wear it off. The heat will make you take the sweater in" Win"ter, or loose the adhesion when "Some-err". Its all the heat. everytime its the heat. Take it as you deem it should be. Its the heat

Relatively yours

2005-04-05T21:49:00.000-05:00

huh! my second blog....rather say second bug...i m relishing the music which according to me takes various nuances in its term...sometimes its "Me -u-seek" sometimes its "Me-u- sick"...whatever it is....it does suck you ....sick you....relativity for me seems to have attained a greater meaning these days.....kind of realising that relativeness is a good thing to know about......now how relative this talking is again incohernet. wonder what einstein must have gone through when formulating or rather thinking abt the Theory of relativity....never could understand a bit of it when was reading abt it in undergrad.....this brings memories of a physics lecturer i studied under....first year of engg MJ college...this guy starts explaining relativity using the movie starwars...found it funny....but i m sure he didnt know what he was talking abt....maybe he didnt even know what a jedai is ...for him its probably more judai in hindi than jedai....he was more judai from relativity as much as a jedai is close to it... I m sure the starwars and startrek is hoplessly new for him even now. Wish I could go back and enjoy the fun again of course with some better things and better misgivings...

coming back to music...its being what is sought seek nowadays...its been always that way for the trio I know.

Rock

2005-04-02T22:47:00.000-05:00

the immediate thing that strikes me is the blog shld be renamed as think logs rather than blogs...but think might be a term that not a lot of people do including me.....thinking before inking is a difficult task....why inking...even while talking....probably the "even" term shld be before inking...anyway...the urge to belt my thoughts in a blog is fluctuating inveigling situation...hopefully will do my justice to my boasted and roasted creative mind...probably even be creative in my verses too. creativty begets creativity.... inspiration begets inspiration

good moods are like flowing water....they never stay at a place..and also its a futile attempt holding them. its probably like holding sand in the hand and then trying to squeeze it...whats left finally is less than what we hoped for and sometimes they are plain small rocks... thats probably why they say "Life Rocks" Its always like whiskey on the rocks ...very few people enjoy it....but its always something highly spoken of.