Lull after the storm..

Have been off the blog for some time now. I have just been putting up bits of good stuff I came across recently. Primarily because there hasn't been anything of consequence to talk about or ponder over. I have just been comfortably numb since the ominous 19th; and for some reason unknown to my own self, I have been spending a lot of time in office. It's the rush to hit the deadlines for other applications(god bless the net). Unnecessarily traumatic experience that. Don't even want to vent my frustration on that.
Apart from this I have been frantically looking for books to read; besides the rendering of utopian architectural layouts of the worst planned parts of the city. It's wierd how you end up doing totally unexpected things in life - using crayons, which I thought I would only be doing when I have pesky kids of my own trying to tame their wild spirits, attempting to keep the shocking reds of an apple within the fruit or the garish greens of a parrot not look like droppings of the same colur. And it was bliss!! I was really something I was enjoying, which I probably would not in the aforementioned situation, perhaps only because it was an absolute departure from anything I do. (For the record, I absolutely ADORE kids, contrary to what I may sound like right now.)
I have also been making up for the alcohol debt my blood had been subjected to lately. Not quite to the extent I had been gearing up for it mentally. I also have been feeding my recently acquired appetite of Indian reality series. Kashmeera Shah is out….Yea!!! (psst… I had contributed to the noble cause with a vote)
Now, I am looking to do/learn something new; something virgin. I don't know what yet, but something….

Levitating verses..

When Mr. Saladin Chamcha fell out of the clouds over the English Channel he felt his heart being gripped by a force so implacable that he understood it was impossible for him to die. Afterwards, when his feet were once more firmly planted on the ground, he would begin to doubt this, to ascribe the implausibilities of his transit to the scrambling of his perceptions by the blast, and to attribute his survival, his and Gibreel's, to blind, dumb luck. But at the time he had no doubt; what had taken him over was the will to live, unadulterated, irresistible, pure, and the first thing it did was to inform him that it wanted nothing to do with his pathetic personality, that half-reconstructed affair of mimicry and voices, it intended to bypass all that, and he found himself surrendering to it, yes, go on, as if he were a bystander in his own mind, in his own body, because it began in the very centre of his body and spread outwards, turning his blood to iron, changing his flesh to steel, except that it also felt like a fist that enveloped him from outside, holding him in a way that was both unbearably tight and intolerably gentle; until finally it had conquered him totally and could work his mouth, his fingers, whatever it chose, and once it was sure of its dominion it spread outward from his body and grabbed Gibreel Farishta by the balls.

-Rushdie

Tracer Bullet's ma name..

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Floyd said..

Run, rabbit run.

Dig that hole, forget the sun,

And when at last the work is done

Don't sit down it's time to dig another one.

Lubb Dubb.. Lubb Dubb......

There was no real nerve-racking tension on the eve of or on the morning of the exam. But now it begins. As the various coaching institutes start speculating the cut-offs and conjecturing the very derivative english answers.
As of now we stand here:
Quant: 44
DI: 48
QA: 30

This is what is making my heart skip beats by the hundreds. But one can never be too sure of the english answers that are put up. Will do a little more tallying as more answer keys infest the net with a lot more analysis and a barrage of unsolicited gyan. I will get off the comp and get out off the house, lest I kill myself with tension.

PS: The actual CAT hasn't been a very bad experience. I was not the bundle of nerves that I was expecting my myself to transform into in the lead up to CAT. Now just hoping the effort turns out to be fruitful.

Not shaken... a little stirred

Well, I can’t really think of anything particular to talk about, but insomnia compels me to do something useful with my time. I saw Casino Royale today in a cheap non-descript theatre, with many groin scratching guys who would ogle at anything remotely feminine, including a tiny scared-looking kitten that could easily fit on my palm. And well my comprehension of the movie was no better than theirs. Anyone with even an iota of knowledge about marketing can tell you the infallible mantra – Customer is King: especially the target demographic. And cost-cutting at any level is a huge plus. No wonder, the speakers in the balcony were switched off. Only the people sitting in the stalls could hear the dialogues. Hence, we were all on a common plane: cheering 007 whenever he chased and fought and kicked and stabbed and shot and killed! At other times we carried on with the usual banter and wondering who got kicked out of Bigg Boss’s house today (damn I still don’t know... I hope it’s not Rakhi Savant; I have indeed developed a soft corner for her). Of course we did whistle and hoot when we saw firangs locking lips on the big screen; and got utterly disgusted when we realized that some scenes had been removed – rather “edited”, since they were not suitable for Indian audiences. A mindless action flick is what I ended up seeing. So much for watching the landmark 21st Bond movie, which redefines the cult series, on the day of its world wide release.
I don’t know why I am just not sleepy. I feel like taking the old wheels out and going for a drive. Just the cool Bangalore air, Coldplay/Lifehouse/trance, and my thoughts. It is just the balm I need to soothe my senses. Maybe I’ll do just that……

Musical Inspiration: Enigma

MCMXC a.d.

If you believe in light, it's because of obscurity

If you believe in joy, it's because of sadness

And if you believe in God, it's because of the devil

The Cross of Changes

Return To Innocence

Love - Devotion

Feeling - Emotion

Don't be afraid to be weak

Don't be too proud to be strong

Just look into your heart, my friend

That will be the return to yourself

The return to innocence.

And if you want, then start to laugh

If you must, then start to cry

Be yourself, don't hideJust believe in destiny.

Don't care what people sayJust follow your own way

Don't give up, and use the chance

To return to innocence.

That's not the beginning of the end

That's the return to yourself

The return to innocence.

Le Roi Est Mort, Vive Le Roi!

Things are changing

But nothing changes

And still, there are changes

Le roi est mort, vive le roi!

Morphing Thru Time

Earth, a biosphere. A complex, subtly-balanced life support system.

We are floating over the line, let us follow our mind

All our life we'll wait for the answer, and the question is: Why?

If we're following our mind, we can glide into light

No one knows if there'll be an answer while we're morphing thru time.

We are floating over the line, let us follow our mind

All our life we'll wait for the answer, and the question is: Why?

If we're following our mind, we can glide into light

No one knows if there'll be an answer while we're morphing thru time.

The Screen Behind the Mirror

Silence Must Be Heard

Look into the others' eyes, many frustrations

Read between the lines, no words, just vibrations

Don't ignore hidden desires

Pay attention, you're playing with fire

Silence must be heard, noise should be observed

The time has come to learn that silence...silence must be heard

Or diamonds will burn, friendly cards will turn

Cause silence has the right to be heard

People talk too much for what they have to say

Words without a meaning, they are fading away

Silence must be heard, noise should be observed

The time has come to learn, that silence...silence must be heard

The Screen Behind The Mirror

Here's the mirror, behind there is a screen

Turn around, on both ways you can get in

The experience of survival

Look around just people, can you hear their voice

Find the one who'll guide you to the limits of your choice

The experience of survival

Try to think about it...

That's the chance to live your life and discover

Try to think about it...

The experience of survival

The experience...

Cynically yours!!

My so-called prep for CAT has shown me how easy it is to be cynical. Remember the story of the sour grapes. When things are difficult, tending to downright impossible, you start looking at them with “objectivity”, so to speak. You look at them for different angles - acute and obtuse but not so right… and reflexive? You are capable to do all kinds of manipulations, calculations, estimations, assumptions etc. You apply all kinds of permutations, probability, allegation, Weird-Greek-Philospherus’s theorems; and arrive at a derisive conclusion. You question the purpose and the very being of everything closely related to the CAT and an MBA degree.

Who is to be blamed? ‘Halaat ne majboor kiya’ syndrome is the best possible explanation. The ubiquitous pressure to be successful that has hounded us all our life. Ironically, the most immeasurable of quantities is comprehensively quantified by various parameters, by people who have the least of it. And let’s face it; everyone wants to be successful, as it is a bare necessity to stand upright in the “society” with your nose facing north. Hence, the Great Indian Software-professionals’ Exodus to B-Schools all over the globe. We are all looking for our pot of gold at the end of the rainbow (read MBA).

Clickety-Click

The photo blog is up. I have uploaded quite a few. Mke use of the "older posts" link at the bottom.
http://dhamachokadi-clicks.blogspot.com/

2B or not 2B?? 36B maybe...

O, that this too too solid flesh would melt

Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!

Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd

His canon 'gainst self-slaughter!

O God! God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,

Seem to me all the uses of this world!

Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,

That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature

Possess it merely. That it should come to this!

- Hamlet

Hamlet said it for his reasons; I can identify with these words today for those of my own. Not remotely in a similar context; meaning a lot different, but could well be expressed in these words.

The first of the famous soliloquies that define the play; Shakespeare's tour de force - the most sublime tragedy. This is where we first get a glimpse of the philosophical persona of the very spineless prince Hamlet. What a misfit in the setting of the play. A warring State; a lascivious[sic] Queen; undertakers philosophizing and discussing politics; a fratricidal, lecherous[sic] King, more actor than emperor; apparitions doing the nightly beat; a smitten suicidal maiden; a play within the play; a vengeful brother; couple of dimwitted spies; an instinctive murder; a flaky, loquacious counsel; a pubescent, emotive actor; a vengeful brother; and a crazy prince/weeping philosopher/righteous son/vacillating thinker/ingrate lover/self-proclaimed actor/disrespectful son/irresolute avenger... Something was definitely rotten in the state of Denmark!!

As the "wise" old man said.. Brevity is the soul of wit. Thus I speak no more. I must add, it is one of the best pieces of literature I have laid my eyes on.

PS: Pardon me for the frivolous subject. I just gave in to one of those impulses when a horrible PJ is screaming in your head, dying to be let out.

Glimpse of the CAT prep!

I chose to rhyme.. It don't cost me a dime..

Rings of haze breath’d to the sky,
With holes, your lungs, it doth glorify,
A habit too compulsive to shirk,
Lips curl'd in a pretentious smirk,
Why O why, you exercise your right to die?