I was watching a saas-bahu drama yesterday where the whole family is good, but for one selfish man. This man is not a villain in its real sense as he does not want to harm people around him but he is just selfish, looking to serve his own purposes, not caring about others. Bingo, the game theory is in action again.
If a group of individuals looks after one another, they will all benifit and prosper more than what they could do individually. Now, if there's a black sheep, a selfish dog, in that group, he/she will gain more than the rest as long as his/her true character is veiled from the rest.
This, I think can be extrapolated to any walk of life. There is always the possibility of the one person gaining more, whenever a lots of people, united in principle, come together to save their collective asses. when I started writing this blog, I had lots of examples in my mind but my memory is fading faster than lights in a crunch cricket match where India is winning.
BT Brutes
Schlumdog: Yup, sup?
Ashutosh: mup, pup
Schlumdog: ah gupshup
now chup chup
Wednesday, 24 December 2008
Sunday, 30 November 2008
Keeping the Faith
I'm writing after a long time and for the first time, I.m writing to remember the blues I'm dealing with. Placement season starts tomorrow. But that seems so insignificant. I want a job to get a good life and I'm duly preparing for it. But today, I felt a hint of fear going to Ascendas. This can't be the definition of a good life, can never be. I get scared easily and especially scared of unreasonableness and there can nothing be more unreasonable than Mumbai.
They have made life so cheap, so worthless. I could accept succumbing to illness, dying in an accident. But now I'm supposed to prepare myself to take bullets too. Even a planned murder is better. That scares me. The feeling of living in constant fear, the pain, the angst. No matter what you earn, this cannot be a good life.
I want to feel that my biggest fear would be my boss or my dad, or a needle, not some gun-totting nuts who are beyond reason. My Dad always tells me to keep away from fools, but what do you do when these brain-washed idiots come shooting at you, thinking it's for a noble cause. I wish there was a way out, I wish innocence wasn't lost. I wish kids of 5 didn't know the meaning of grenades.
I'm holding on to faith. The faith that this is the darkest hour and beyond it, there's only light. I hope my faith survives.
This poem, and a song by Lata Mangeshkar are good for the mind:
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake."
P.S.: I wanted to end it with another stupidly hilaious comment by a friend but this just isn't the time.
They have made life so cheap, so worthless. I could accept succumbing to illness, dying in an accident. But now I'm supposed to prepare myself to take bullets too. Even a planned murder is better. That scares me. The feeling of living in constant fear, the pain, the angst. No matter what you earn, this cannot be a good life.
I want to feel that my biggest fear would be my boss or my dad, or a needle, not some gun-totting nuts who are beyond reason. My Dad always tells me to keep away from fools, but what do you do when these brain-washed idiots come shooting at you, thinking it's for a noble cause. I wish there was a way out, I wish innocence wasn't lost. I wish kids of 5 didn't know the meaning of grenades.
I'm holding on to faith. The faith that this is the darkest hour and beyond it, there's only light. I hope my faith survives.
This poem, and a song by Lata Mangeshkar are good for the mind:
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake."
P.S.: I wanted to end it with another stupidly hilaious comment by a friend but this just isn't the time.
Friday, 24 October 2008
Rain
this day needs to be remembered...
For the rain...
For the fag...
n for the run in the rain to the tea stall, getting drenched and the water splashing, ala, hajmola promo long back...
:)
PS: the day ended with a fenny and a hilarious 1 hr at ccd
For the rain...
For the fag...
n for the run in the rain to the tea stall, getting drenched and the water splashing, ala, hajmola promo long back...
:)
PS: the day ended with a fenny and a hilarious 1 hr at ccd
Friday, 26 September 2008
The Orange Dilemma
Fact 1: Orange juice is my favourite
Fact 2: At most juice shops, I find 'kinnu' masquerading as orange
Fact 3: Kinnu grows only in Ganganagar and nearby areas
I begin... Every time I'm going through a menu to order myself a juice, my eyes pause at orange for a moment and then continue. I almost never order orange juice, though it's my favourite. And no, it's not because it's about Rs. 3 costlier than most other juices.
The story goes like this. My grandpa owns a small piece of land and grows kinnu there. Ever since I was a kid, I have been blissfully enjoying the sourest fruit in the orange family. As I grew up, so did my love for orange/kinnu.
I used to savour the fruit whenever I was home because I was convinced I wouldn't find it anywhere. So I was happily gulping down orange juice in Chennai and sipping on kinnu juice in Ganganagar.
All was going fine until one fateful day, when I noticed a cartoon outside Gurunath, with the words 'King's kinnu' printed on it. The name sounded familiar. I went to have a closer look. To my surprise, it had a Ganganagar address on it. It might very well have been the company my grandpa sells his fruits to, I reasoned. So, by extension, extrapolation and some imagination, I ended up paying for the kinu owned by me. Interesting.
I then started noticing many such boxes all over the place. Result? I no longer order orange juice. Irrational? Imagine you were the CEO of Pepsi. Would ypu ever ever pay for a pepsi?
Narcissist Narmad:
Sweetcarbine: The only selfless love exists between a dog and a man. Not even a woman, cos dogs have been reported to be attracted to them.
Fact 2: At most juice shops, I find 'kinnu' masquerading as orange
Fact 3: Kinnu grows only in Ganganagar and nearby areas
I begin... Every time I'm going through a menu to order myself a juice, my eyes pause at orange for a moment and then continue. I almost never order orange juice, though it's my favourite. And no, it's not because it's about Rs. 3 costlier than most other juices.
The story goes like this. My grandpa owns a small piece of land and grows kinnu there. Ever since I was a kid, I have been blissfully enjoying the sourest fruit in the orange family. As I grew up, so did my love for orange/kinnu.
I used to savour the fruit whenever I was home because I was convinced I wouldn't find it anywhere. So I was happily gulping down orange juice in Chennai and sipping on kinnu juice in Ganganagar.
All was going fine until one fateful day, when I noticed a cartoon outside Gurunath, with the words 'King's kinnu' printed on it. The name sounded familiar. I went to have a closer look. To my surprise, it had a Ganganagar address on it. It might very well have been the company my grandpa sells his fruits to, I reasoned. So, by extension, extrapolation and some imagination, I ended up paying for the kinu owned by me. Interesting.
I then started noticing many such boxes all over the place. Result? I no longer order orange juice. Irrational? Imagine you were the CEO of Pepsi. Would ypu ever ever pay for a pepsi?
Narcissist Narmad:
Sweetcarbine: The only selfless love exists between a dog and a man. Not even a woman, cos dogs have been reported to be attracted to them.
Tuesday, 9 September 2008
The old man n' the elephant part-1
Once their lived a king,
as whimsical as... well, a king.
he had an elephant pet..
the animal would never trumpet...
a reward was declared for the one,
who could set off jumbo's siren...
Hordes of men tried their luck,
but gold was not to be struck...
Then appeared an old man,
with a limp in leg and staff in hand...
He hobbled around the elephant thrice,
and finally stood near his rear side...
All of a sudden he made his move,
sticking the staff up jumbo's groove
The elephant screamed like never before
and the old man left with riches galore
BT Brutes:
Sass: Quit smoking daaa... I'm against the anti-tobacco drive
as whimsical as... well, a king.
he had an elephant pet..
the animal would never trumpet...
a reward was declared for the one,
who could set off jumbo's siren...
Hordes of men tried their luck,
but gold was not to be struck...
Then appeared an old man,
with a limp in leg and staff in hand...
He hobbled around the elephant thrice,
and finally stood near his rear side...
All of a sudden he made his move,
sticking the staff up jumbo's groove
The elephant screamed like never before
and the old man left with riches galore
BT Brutes:
Sass: Quit smoking daaa... I'm against the anti-tobacco drive
123rd Page
Tagged by: Twilight Fairy, 2 months back
The rules: Pick up the nearest book. Go to page 123. Find the fifth sentence. Post the next three sentences. Tag five people, and acknowledge the person who tagged you.
" Michael spoke quickly. 'You've read about my father in the papers. You've seen that
there's no one here to guard him. Now I've just gotten word some men will come in to the hospital to kill him.' "
Shame on you if you don't know where this is from.
The rules: Pick up the nearest book. Go to page 123. Find the fifth sentence. Post the next three sentences. Tag five people, and acknowledge the person who tagged you.
" Michael spoke quickly. 'You've read about my father in the papers. You've seen that
there's no one here to guard him. Now I've just gotten word some men will come in to the hospital to kill him.' "
Shame on you if you don't know where this is from.
Sunday, 17 August 2008
I-day trip
I-day...
3 bikes..
Dutch fort..
shit on the wall..
TTDC..
Kayak..
1 monkey n 2 dogs...
towel cum lungi...
Lunch@mahabs
Bike on the beach...
stuck tyre..
The programmable man..
SNS..
Purple shell..
Cigar..
3 bikes..
Dutch fort..
shit on the wall..
TTDC..
Kayak..
1 monkey n 2 dogs...
towel cum lungi...
Lunch@mahabs
Bike on the beach...
stuck tyre..
The programmable man..
SNS..
Purple shell..
Cigar..
Friday, 6 June 2008
The Card
He seemed to be a nice guy. Tall, well-dressed and against the fad, clean-shaven and close cropped. We were on a train from Bangalore to New Delhi, 1st class. I because it had been a long dream to travel in 'that' coach and he because he claimed to be inching towards depression, thanks to his hectic life and wanted some time off.
During the course of conversation, we realised that we are involved in the same industry and that it would be a good idea to engage in some business. Over the next two days, we explored options and possibilities for some sort of an alliance. He seemed pretty excited but I was circumspect about working with a rookie with no recognised track record.
Anyhow, we exchanged cards before heading our separate ways. Once done with what I had come to do, I decided to call upon him, at his place, which was in the vicinity of the place where I was stationed. I located his apartment easily and rang the bell. Five minutes passed and I rang the bell again. He opened the door and showed me in. Once inside, he apologised for the delay and reasoned that he didn't expect me to show up so early and was just finishing terminating the actual inhabitants of the apartment, the same fate, he conceded, I was headed for. Murky sense of humor, I remarked. " I never joke", he quipped and revealed a pistol which was, till now, hidden in his pocket.
While stuffing my mouth up, he told me how he always stole visiting cards along with other belongings and used the ones from his last catch to trick his subsequent victims and that he was now headed to Bangalore to shoot my family down because he was expecting a visitor there soon.
During the course of conversation, we realised that we are involved in the same industry and that it would be a good idea to engage in some business. Over the next two days, we explored options and possibilities for some sort of an alliance. He seemed pretty excited but I was circumspect about working with a rookie with no recognised track record.
Anyhow, we exchanged cards before heading our separate ways. Once done with what I had come to do, I decided to call upon him, at his place, which was in the vicinity of the place where I was stationed. I located his apartment easily and rang the bell. Five minutes passed and I rang the bell again. He opened the door and showed me in. Once inside, he apologised for the delay and reasoned that he didn't expect me to show up so early and was just finishing terminating the actual inhabitants of the apartment, the same fate, he conceded, I was headed for. Murky sense of humor, I remarked. " I never joke", he quipped and revealed a pistol which was, till now, hidden in his pocket.
While stuffing my mouth up, he told me how he always stole visiting cards along with other belongings and used the ones from his last catch to trick his subsequent victims and that he was now headed to Bangalore to shoot my family down because he was expecting a visitor there soon.
Saturday, 12 April 2008
Friday Evening
The plan...
The lime...
The shooters and the shots, with Khakhra
The sober guy...
Shortage of cash...
Blabbering on a bean-bag..
The walk to a closed ccd...
Taking a leak inside...
The hot weather...
The topless parade...
The embarrassed 0..
The grub and the crash...
The lime...
The shooters and the shots, with Khakhra
The sober guy...
Shortage of cash...
Blabbering on a bean-bag..
The walk to a closed ccd...
Taking a leak inside...
The hot weather...
The topless parade...
The embarrassed 0..
The grub and the crash...
Saturday, 15 March 2008
aaj fir
aaj fir roshan hua chand...
aaj fir chandni mein jalna hoga...
aaj fir uthega dhuan..
aaj fir zakhmon ko sulagna hoga!!!
aaj fir chandni mein jalna hoga...
aaj fir uthega dhuan..
aaj fir zakhmon ko sulagna hoga!!!
Wednesday, 12 March 2008
Elections
Elections are over... Results are out...
As always,Some won some lost...
I am in my 3rd year n all the ppl contesting were n 3rd or 4th yr... I personally know most of the contestants, some of them being good frnds... That, plus the fact the fact that ppl around me are considered influential, I was involved more than a layman..
I want to write about everything.. but right now I'm emotionally charged and the fact that the guys I was with, lost, doesnt put me in a place to write.. Glad that its over.. Time to move on from whatever happened..Trying to, will do... Lets now hope that the new executive wing outperforms their predecessors... Congratulations to the winners..
P.S.: I wont forget the fight on the night before elections, felt so good after that.. I thank the ppl who gave me this opportunity to stand by what i believed in n by my friends...
BT brutes
Akhil: “BJ(our new HAS) will suffocate. Thr’s no girl in his lab grp”
As always,Some won some lost...
I am in my 3rd year n all the ppl contesting were n 3rd or 4th yr... I personally know most of the contestants, some of them being good frnds... That, plus the fact the fact that ppl around me are considered influential, I was involved more than a layman..
I want to write about everything.. but right now I'm emotionally charged and the fact that the guys I was with, lost, doesnt put me in a place to write.. Glad that its over.. Time to move on from whatever happened..Trying to, will do... Lets now hope that the new executive wing outperforms their predecessors... Congratulations to the winners..
P.S.: I wont forget the fight on the night before elections, felt so good after that.. I thank the ppl who gave me this opportunity to stand by what i believed in n by my friends...
BT brutes
Akhil: “BJ(our new HAS) will suffocate. Thr’s no girl in his lab grp”
Tuesday, 5 February 2008
The Cat
This story goes back to the era of 'once there was...'
Once there lived a sage who was very popular and had a large following. The sage himself lived a simple life, devoting all his time to prayer and meditation. In all his discourses, he emphasised on rational thinking and breaking free from dogma. He encouraged people to question the age old practices and follow them only if they were satisfied with the thought behind them. Like every great thinker, his preachings were also written down, word for word, by his followers, which became the holy text of the sect, after the sage kicked the bucket.
In the later years of his life, a colony of mice formed in his cottage due to the availability of food there, brought in as gift for him by the people of his sect. He started finding it difficult to meditate with all the mice running around. As a solution to this, he brought a cat and started tying it near him while he was meditating. He continued tying the cat there till he lived. His successor wished to keep everything the way the sage had left and so the cat now watched the successor meditate. After a few more years, the cat died. Another one was brought in to replace it.
After many replacements of either of the coexisting species in the room, one from the wiser breed happened to question the reason for the other species' presence during meditation. Since there was a question, an answer had to be found, according to the holy text, as abandoning the practice was unthinkable. The wise ones of the sect tried looking for it. When they could find none, it was decided to add a chapter to the holy text, explaining the importance of having a cat in the vicinity during meditation.
Narcissist Narmad
" What did I do to deserve this" - The cookery contest judge, after tasting Ashtung & Bhalla's dish...
Interestingly, cooking wasn't allowed in the cookery contest held during Saarang '08
Once there lived a sage who was very popular and had a large following. The sage himself lived a simple life, devoting all his time to prayer and meditation. In all his discourses, he emphasised on rational thinking and breaking free from dogma. He encouraged people to question the age old practices and follow them only if they were satisfied with the thought behind them. Like every great thinker, his preachings were also written down, word for word, by his followers, which became the holy text of the sect, after the sage kicked the bucket.
In the later years of his life, a colony of mice formed in his cottage due to the availability of food there, brought in as gift for him by the people of his sect. He started finding it difficult to meditate with all the mice running around. As a solution to this, he brought a cat and started tying it near him while he was meditating. He continued tying the cat there till he lived. His successor wished to keep everything the way the sage had left and so the cat now watched the successor meditate. After a few more years, the cat died. Another one was brought in to replace it.
After many replacements of either of the coexisting species in the room, one from the wiser breed happened to question the reason for the other species' presence during meditation. Since there was a question, an answer had to be found, according to the holy text, as abandoning the practice was unthinkable. The wise ones of the sect tried looking for it. When they could find none, it was decided to add a chapter to the holy text, explaining the importance of having a cat in the vicinity during meditation.
Narcissist Narmad
" What did I do to deserve this" - The cookery contest judge, after tasting Ashtung & Bhalla's dish...
Interestingly, cooking wasn't allowed in the cookery contest held during Saarang '08
Tuesday, 29 January 2008
Saarang
And hence, another Saarang ends, 3rd for me...
The 1st one led me to believe that Saarang was overhyped, made to look more glamorous than it really is... The 2nd one strengthened the belief and I wasn't looking forward to this one...
Things turned out to be different though... For numerous reasons, this has been my best Saarang. To begin with, their was never any dearth of coupons, just like the past 3 fests. I attended workshops. Participated in Antakshari, Stood 4th in queen of Sheeba, hoping to win it next year though. Not to forget the dish we made, well not me technically, which the judge tasted and said, "what the hell did I do to deserve this?"
My post in Saarang required me to attend all the pro-shows, and sometimes, maintain order. It also gave me a chance to show-off, roaming around in OAT with a coord-badge hanging from my jeans pocket, and a walky-talky in my hand, which got a few jealous and used to become a toy as soon as the shows ended. Finally got into a heated argument on the last day, thank god for that.
The food served at Saarang village was good, better than any of the other stalls. I liked the kulfi in particular, and mannn, the joy of having a pan in Chennai.
Good Bye Saarang... Hope you come up with even better stuff next time
Narcissist Narmad
Theory (on the walky-talky): Roger come in... Come in Roger
Taali: Abe Taali here.. Ye Roger kaun hai
The 1st one led me to believe that Saarang was overhyped, made to look more glamorous than it really is... The 2nd one strengthened the belief and I wasn't looking forward to this one...
Things turned out to be different though... For numerous reasons, this has been my best Saarang. To begin with, their was never any dearth of coupons, just like the past 3 fests. I attended workshops. Participated in Antakshari, Stood 4th in queen of Sheeba, hoping to win it next year though. Not to forget the dish we made, well not me technically, which the judge tasted and said, "what the hell did I do to deserve this?"
My post in Saarang required me to attend all the pro-shows, and sometimes, maintain order. It also gave me a chance to show-off, roaming around in OAT with a coord-badge hanging from my jeans pocket, and a walky-talky in my hand, which got a few jealous and used to become a toy as soon as the shows ended. Finally got into a heated argument on the last day, thank god for that.
The food served at Saarang village was good, better than any of the other stalls. I liked the kulfi in particular, and mannn, the joy of having a pan in Chennai.
Good Bye Saarang... Hope you come up with even better stuff next time
Narcissist Narmad
Theory (on the walky-talky): Roger come in... Come in Roger
Taali: Abe Taali here.. Ye Roger kaun hai
Friday, 11 January 2008
The Man n his Fantasies
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Need I say more?
In case you haven't figured out who he is, he is the most prolific blogger in the insti who right now sports a hairdo, I'd kill for and has many more material achievements to his name...
n of course...
Quintessential QT
BB: Bhajji must have said 'maa ki' to Symonds, not monkey...
Wednesday, 2 January 2008
Tuesday, 1 January 2008
New Year
Another happy new year... another excuse to party all night...
Well I wasnt in the mood and so I didn't...A friend calls up to wish me a happy new year, n ask how I celebrated... I said I did nothing, wasn't in the mood... He was shocked, speechless... "you did not celebrate new year?"... Yes, I said... I guess he still can't get to terms with it, although he's known me for like 5 years now....
I have never really understood the concept of new year the way people take it. People who are dying to obtain a foot's space at a happening place on the new year's eve, and see no point in celebrating a week later with reasonable space for the whole body... 07 becomes 08... what else... nothing changes, really. If at all there were to be a meaningful new year, I think it should be the 1st of April, financial new year. That, I believe is the only time when the last year is summarised. Of course, it's a new year for students too as they move to the next yr, well, most of them. The irony being that day celebrated as the fool's day. Life is funny...
Perhaps I'm not as detached from all this setup because I did try and explore some options. It did not work out because of the prices everywhere, which I'd pay only if I were desperate, and the assumption that every place would be flooding with people. I thought I could easily postpone the party, making it cheaper and less crowded.
Anyway, I hope this year turns out to be better than last year for you
Happy new year...
P.S.: I know I'm self-righteous
Narcissist Narmad
While shopping in lifestyle,
Ashtung: Look at the love-birds (pointing at a couple walking in front, cuddling up way too much)
Satyan: These are the kind of people who star in the 'guntur cyber cafe porn' on LAN
Well I wasnt in the mood and so I didn't...A friend calls up to wish me a happy new year, n ask how I celebrated... I said I did nothing, wasn't in the mood... He was shocked, speechless... "you did not celebrate new year?"... Yes, I said... I guess he still can't get to terms with it, although he's known me for like 5 years now....
I have never really understood the concept of new year the way people take it. People who are dying to obtain a foot's space at a happening place on the new year's eve, and see no point in celebrating a week later with reasonable space for the whole body... 07 becomes 08... what else... nothing changes, really. If at all there were to be a meaningful new year, I think it should be the 1st of April, financial new year. That, I believe is the only time when the last year is summarised. Of course, it's a new year for students too as they move to the next yr, well, most of them. The irony being that day celebrated as the fool's day. Life is funny...
Perhaps I'm not as detached from all this setup because I did try and explore some options. It did not work out because of the prices everywhere, which I'd pay only if I were desperate, and the assumption that every place would be flooding with people. I thought I could easily postpone the party, making it cheaper and less crowded.
Anyway, I hope this year turns out to be better than last year for you
Happy new year...
P.S.: I know I'm self-righteous
Narcissist Narmad
While shopping in lifestyle,
Ashtung: Look at the love-birds (pointing at a couple walking in front, cuddling up way too much)
Satyan: These are the kind of people who star in the 'guntur cyber cafe porn' on LAN
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