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room said to a vent good you are there vent said, you give me reason... room always wanted things to flow in vent knew that its good at absorbing incompatible together incomplete without each other

There was a movie called Office Space. Quiet a nice movie where there is a funny character. He has an idea for making million dollars. He says he would sell a mat which will have various "conclusions" written on it and when spread out on the ground people could jump to conclusions! Though literal jump like this to conclusions may not be too harmful, in true sense a jump to conclusions (even well-thought conclusions) might really shake the grounds. What I wish to say is the following: Today whatever I stand by, I find it wrong tomorrow. This transition may seem extremely absurd. To reason it out may be impossible. The more I feel strongly today, the more I am likely to suffer a disillusion as nothing really is a absolute truth or otherwise, nothing really is absolutely right or wrong. When today I beleive that I stand by something it just means that I assert certain things to be true/right/justified/appropriate. But what if nothing is really true/right/justified/appropriate? ...

I -a(the) big(gest) fan of Aamir Khan - watch each of the Aamir movie in the theatre since I have started getting pocket money/ some form of income. I remember the time when I was going to see Sarfarosh in the theatre and everybody had warned me against it being bad. And I was so thrilled to see Aamir in wonderfully made movie. Then I got bold, and decided to see even Mela on the big screen. Went for first day first show!!! And it was a great disaster. I can recollect clearly where, with whom all, when, how many times I went to see each of his movie on the big screen. Ok before I get carried away, lets cut the scene there and cut to right now. Fine. When Fanaa released I was traveling from Bombay to Chennai. Oh ok, lets cut it even shorter. Great! I said here I come Aamir and went to Sathyam theatre to watch Fanaa. Snow Fall. Well, thats how the titles start coming on screen. Aamir Khan's name on screen. I started whistling. Not loud enough for Aamir to hear, but anyways. Well well...

Hi, I take pleasure in introducing my friend Swagata and thank her for contributing to my blog. As you would see, she writes amazingly well. So enjoy! Though I am not a diehard Amir Khan fan like my friend, Nutan, I had liked most of his movies that I had watched till recently (maybe, I had just been lucky enough to have missed the more horrible ones). However, the last two movies of his have been a sad disappointment to me. These movies are: "Rang de Basanti" and "Fanaa". Of these two, "Fanaa" is infinitely more boring to watch. But it can be regarded as a forgettable romantic tragedy and forgotten as soon as one walks out of the theatre. However, "Rang de Basanti" is not so easily ignored. It is a movie which started out with a lot of good intentions - but sadly failed in their execution. The story is about a band of hedonistic urban youths forced by circumstances to become (so-called) revolutionaries. The story-telling involves a comparision w...

Enjoy two really good songs. These songs are already available on the net. Those who have access to independent music in stores please buy cds of this artist and help good music. One of the most promising artists according to me. Sparrow House: When I am gone Sparrow House: The Reflction. To know more about the artist, please check the Myspace entry for sparrow house.

Sitting on a comfortable couch and legs spread out all over the place, some food to munch on and complete power of remote control in your hands, is heaven anything other than this? Watching TV mindlessly, is the most passive activity one can ever indulge himself into and hence it is so addictive. Even to watch a movie in a cinema hall, one needs to do some work, but watching TV in the given most favorable conditions, nothing can beat the passiveness of this activity. I do a lot of this when I go home. It struck me the most this time that the news channels have increased so drastically on the TV. There are channels like, NDTV, Aaj Tak, Channel 7 and I don't know how many more! They work 24 cross 7 (as they proudly claim). The site is pretty funny. The bottom 1 inch of your screen would be covered with the share market values, continuously wrapping around. The right or the left corner would flash the name of the channel (its the most important one, because without that it would be r...

Hey, see this picture. I found it simply amazing. Irony.

why do i write a blog? if it is to just put down thoughts a journal is enough it must be that i wish people read my blog and it must be that they hear my thoughts giving speeches is tough journals are not enough why do i write a blog? is it self love? is it even honest or it is just things in showcase? bunch of filtered nonsense never trying to cross a fence keeping readers in mind expecting replies nice and kind as i write these lines i feel the contradictions within should i publish it but i will contradictions continue and so does the life....

Today I am going to learn how to put image files on the weblog. So let me put up some pictures.

Sitting in a air conditioned office maintained at 20 degrees commenting on the summers in Chennai sounds a bit hipocritic. But I don't stay in these offices for long and I have to get back to the room where there isn't a a/c. And even otherwise, one has to go on the raods. Coincidentally, I had to even venture out during morning for 3 days in last week and its unbelievable how hot it can get. What used to be wonderful in Bombay was, a summer assured best quality mangoes. But here even that consolation isn't there. I wish I could go to some place else. But being myself my enthusiasm to actually pack bags and go out on weekends starts and ends before the weekend begins and here I am on a dull saturday morning (almost noon), whinning about summers in Chennai. The only thing I am looking forward to is a huge glass of iced tea in the lunch today. It is very thoughtful of the current mess managers to plan a iced tea in the lunch menu on Saturdays. (People say it is immodest to sa...

Yesterday some topic about rhymes with the word "day" came up. And a friend of mine, who is always waiting for such topics, made a quick 3-line poem which made not much sense to me, but was a good rhyme. So now here is my attempt at another meaningless rhyme. yesterday I met a girl at the signal she came to me to sell me a bangle she said she had no money could I spare a penny? I thought I ofcourse could but the bangle looked ugly did I care? did I care? so I got my money bag but then the signal turned green she was so pale she was so lean 8 years old she must have been I hurried a bit, to find the money but realised I didn't have any I fumbled, got nervous was I mugged, did I lose the money where did all the money go she was so pale she was so lean 8 years old she must have been did I care? did I care?

When I am gone. Come on take me down Once it’s lost you know we won’t ever have it back And there was nothing I could do to change the facts You know I tried, you know I tried I threw you all I have I should have known It never falls just where you plan And there are rules I was not meant to understnad I should have known, I should known Understand I should have known, I should have known And so I’m giving you the gun Put your finger on the trigger I’ve known you in the morning with your soft eyes dreaming You were the one Who could blind me with the mirror And I can’t see And I don’t need this no more You put your lovin’ on the cross You know you sealed it in the darkness all along Did you think that I could roll away the stone I’m just a child, I’m just a child You know I tried, I’m just a child, I’m just a child So I’m giving you the gun Put your finger on the trigger I’ve known you in the morning with your soft eyes dreaming You were the one Who could break me with the whisper And ...

I hate the way songs work on me. Atleast the good ones. I am almost always scared of every good song I hear, because when I hear a good song, I am scared it will huant me. Then I listen to a stupid dhoom macha de tune and then feel better to have come out of the enchanting music. But then again it comes and traps me. Takes me to different times, places and reminds me of the words and walls. All those which have never been there. Also to those which had been there and would never be there. Songs so good and so evil at the same time. There plays the string of guitar, and brings a smell along. Then comes a deep voice. And a curtain shakes with a wind stroke bringing in a bleak sun ray. Then again there is beat, and I see a happy dinner table, with me running around it. But in the end nothing is clear. More smurred than the song is clearer. And then again I play that dhoom macha de tune.

I have been recently told that my blog looks deceptively long. Only then I noticed that the way Blogspot sorts and saves blog entries is really meant for those who blog regularly. It makes monthly archives and even if one entry happens in a whole month that month appears in the archives. So now I should really consider expanding my blog before I hear another comment. This comment is the motivation to start blogging all over again. Talking about the techniques for saving and sorting, I wish they applied to our brain. We experience things and we want some of them to be with us forever. We wish to remember all possible details. But the 'time' is an evil enemy of memory. It slowly goes on erasing out the details. To counter effects of 'time' we try to re-iterate things in our heads making sure, we still remember them. But time is much more powerful. So there we are, forgetting every moment we ever wanted to remember. What usually remain are empty archives just keeping some ...

Life happens to be like a deterministic turing machine. I wish there was some amount of alternation allowed along the way. I remember a day when I decided to learn cycling and also started learning and then there was a left turn and a right turn. I turned left and bang!! I crashed into a huge tree and next what I remember is a month with a fractured leg. Now I would be crazy if not curious to know as to what would have happened had I taken the right turn instead of left!!! (I am sure my cycle wanted to know it). There are tons and tons of these junctures when I feel that there are lots of options and why not check on each what happens. But life doesn't allow us to do that. I mean, there are people who feel "it would have been so much better if I was never born" or on the other hand, "man, this world would have been bad place without me". And most of us get fits of both, and it would have been so amazing if we could really know what would have happened! There is ...

My association with Chennai has been for quiet some time. Not as deep as I have now. But, my father works in a bank whose main office is in Chennai and my mother has been a great fan of silk sarries from Chennai (if that sort of thing can be called an association?). But yeah, now I have been in Chennai for two whole years and that's surely long time. What is the sort of feel this city gives me? Its hot, humid ( I mean really humid, more humid than Bombay!). Water is a constant problem. Its traditional and just suffering from a drastic cultural crisis due to increasing IT companies coming in. I must say Bombay and Bangalore really handled this well, may be because they were not hell bent on being "cultural". And there are actual dress codes for students in college. (Imagine college forcing a dress code in Bombay or Calcutta, students would surely retaliate). The auto rickshaw drivers here put any sane person off. And names of places around are each a tongue twisters. Traff...

Today I finally saw Mangal Pandey. A good, well-made movie. Let me be more detailed. Things which were "really" good: 1. Aamir himself. His hairdo. His acting. Of course he had the maximum footage and so a lot of scope to show his skills. But you may pick any random 5 minute scene from the movie and you would still appreciate Aamir's performance. The amount of plasticity Aamir is able to get on his face is tremendous. The transition he made from a burning fire to a twinckled smile in his eyes in one particular scene was just too much! 2. Rani. She played a prostitute. I still feel she has too soft features for the role, but she acted well. In her first scene she created a huge impact, without uttering a word with just expressions. The carefree attitude that the role demanded was carefully put in by Rani. 3. Sets and film technique. I personally felt that the era was captured well, and huge amount of effort (and of course money) was put in for this. And I guess, it paid of...

Mangal Pandey and Aamir have been in news now for very long. After long waiting, finally, the movie will releases in India on 12th August. Ofcourse the good time for sales (3 days away from the independence day). In Chennai it will come in Melody. Aamir has not done a single movie after Dil Chahta Hai which was 3 years back (though Titan and Coca Cola Ads were plenty). Now the trailors for Mangal Pandey are all over the place and seems like all the hurdles (political and otherwise) have subsided. Only consideration now is, is movie going to be worth all that waiting? Just read about the pre-releases for the movie in U.K. And news paper reviews there are rating the movie very highly. I only hope they are trustworthy and the THE movie is really good. Do hit the theatres. (I am not a distributor).

Don't be scared reading the title. I am not subjecting anybody to thoughts and debates about death and life and philosophical issues related. But however, there is a cause of worry. Because today I have resolved that this blog will no more be dead. Every once in a while there will be random non-sense for completely jobless people like me to read here. (Mainly I being the only reader of this particular blog). I am not sure as of now what that random nonsense will be, but nothing that you will miss anyway, for sure! Well, why only today did I make such a resolution? Murphy's laws are at work for you (= me). Only when you(=I) thought that your (=my) day was going "not too bad" here you read this resolution.

Think of a cafe, where the music is really loud and noisy, the waiters are as reluctant as you could have, and most of all the coffee is as bad (or as good) as the coffee we could make at home. I know one such cafe. And surprisingly I visit it quiet often. Its called "Bay Watch" (yeah, thats the name. Probably as bad as it could have been too). So why on earth would I go there. Probably because I might be crazy or may be because such a place will never be crowded 'cause nobody will go and so there I will be. But sadly that's not the case. Its not only me but a whole bunch of people who love going there. And yet again the relevant question: why on earth? Well, forgot to tell you a small point, it is right opposite to the (Besant Nagar) beach. A whole patch of sand spreading for some distance and then white froth of waves coming ahead and going behind creating a rhythm of its own. It is an open air cafe on the first floor, wind blows into you, as if, when it would reced...