The Actress

Histrionics overboard, dry eyes try to weep,

The tears couldn't be forced, emotions so deep.

Unfazed by truth, her heart of stone,

laughs at them somber baritones.

Cold streaks of arrogance, a scornful smirk,
poured down her visage, amidst the murk.
Enlightened, contented, the actress spoke,
"I break these shackles, I stamp the yoke".

The top actress in town, was all at sea,
the passionate act interrupted, by her insanity.
Livid, the ruthless ruler decreed,
to slay this thespian, her ilk and breed

"Har har, the whore shall pay for her impudence!",
"Long live the King!" rejoiced the audience
"He who is haughty must pay with his head",
"Chop!", roared the axe, as she lay there dead

A moment of silence, drowned the room,
liberated from the evils, despair and gloom.
The joyous spirit, escaped her remains,
transcended above with mock disdain.

I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven....

We ate at Mangalore, slept at Udupi, partied at Manipal and dreamt at Surathkal.. These weekends I love..

Cheers to Katti on a new journey - Marriage..




Photos courtesy Swathi and Su

Lessons
You glance at the clock only to be disappointed. It beams, while you curse yourself for being curious. Sunday is almost gone, the curtains are drawn on another weekend. You recollect, about the good things that happened. You regret, at not having made it better. You fear, at the thought of tomorrow. You wish, to clasp the final few minutes by its hands. You realize, that inevitability is a stronger crusader than dreams...

A sad day..
A day when Arjun Singh said, "I feel vindicated"

I'm looking forward to this new India, not!

Whatever happens, I do not want the "Kings XI Punjab" or the "Kolkata Knight Riders" to win the IPL...

An adaptation of the immortal 'betromax' comedy in a context most of us are familiar with.. One of the funniest forwards that I've received. Cheers to Raju on that...

All in All Project Manager – Koundamani:

Senthil: Anney!

Koundamani: Dai! Romba Naalaiku appuram Intha NHS project delivery-ku poga poguthu!
Latcha roova kedaikum. Athan testing panniturikean.

Senthil: En santhehatha (doubt) Theethu Vainganney!

Koundamani: Ennada?

Senthil: Intha NHS Project eppadi ney Run aaguthu?

Koundamani: Aa! Appdai Vaa! Ithukku thaan Oorukkulla oru All in All Project Manager Venumgrathu!
Adey! Komutti thalaya! Ithukku Peruthaan main application. (Koundamani explains the flow to Senthil)

Senthil: Ithula eppadi ney run aagum. Ponganney!

(Senthil Shift + deletes the project.)

Senthil: Enna anney athukkula Kanama poochu?

Koundamani: ???!!??!!@*

Client: Inga All in All Project Manager yaarunga?

Senthil: Ivaru thaan.

Koundamani: Dai!
Athu Naan thaanga!

Client: Saayangaalam project delivery tharanum! NHS project venum!

Koundamani: NHS Project-A venumaa?

Client: Aaamaanga!

Koundamani: Yean , intha railway reservation,library automation ellam venaama?

Client: Railway reservation a? Ayyo! Athellam venaanga!

Koundamani: Appo! NHS project ellam illa. Kraaapu vettirukka client-ku ellam NHS Project Kudukkurathilla!

Client: ???!!??!!@*

The word NERD originates from the reverse of the word DRUNK, i.e. KNURD bracketing all those people who wouldn't care a damn to go *boilk* on a fine Sunday morning.

Llewelyn Moss: What's this guy supposed to be, the ultimate badass?
Carson Wells: No, I wouldn't describe him as that.
Llewelyn Moss: How would you describe him?
Carson Wells: I guess I would say he doesn't have a sense of humor. His name is Chigurh.

-No Country for Old Men

(pic, courtesy sreekumar)

The triumphant Indian colts at Trinity circle.
circa 2003 and before: cricketers' names and stats was at the proverbial fingertips.
status quo: I could only identify Virat Kohli of the lot.

boys grow up..

SQL Developer is the fucking most annoying editor that I've ever seen. Don't use it.

I stare at this screen 74 times a day...

Another year..

Feb 14th and the jury is out again. Every other newspaper running articles on their Anti-Valentine day propaganda. Again a case of sensational (daft) journalism? Affirmative.

I personally am quite happy to embrace this day whole-heartedly. As far as I am concerned, Valentine's Day is just a joyous occasion more than anything else. As with each occasion, an underlying motif is necessary and in this case, it happens to be a day of celebration for lovers. Note that i say 'a day of celebration' rather than 'the day of celebration'. This is because of lame counter-arguments floating around saying that true love needs no specific day for being expressed and all that. The answer to that is Yes, it doesn't. There is no one stopping anyone from expressing their love on any day/night. And there is no extra incentive for people to express that extra bit of love today. However, the point people are missing here is that the day is an Occasion. An occasion as relevant or irrelevant as say a day of fireworks, a day for eating pongal. As much as I love myself, why do I celebrate with people on a (meaningless) day when I was born?

The fact is that it is only human to seek that extra bit of motivation in any possible form to do something relevant. A fest in college needed a banner for people to take notice and rejoice. A festival of fireworks needs a name for people to light the colorful fireworks and rejoice. A motive behind an event is the sole reason for an individual to act. It is.

I am off to celebrate the day with my Valentine. Though it is my debut, I don't think I am fazed or distracted by the opinions around me.

Cheers on a good day!

There is no right or wrong, people just act according to their needs.

-Prof.Isak Borg (Wild Strawberries)

c'est la vie

I am no underdog, i can't even wag.
I shed all my duties, they're too heavy a tag.

I scorn at discipline, I see no track.
I pity winners, cos there's no looking back.

I don't have an opinion, I disagree with me.
I don't wanna make a difference, for everyone to see.

I hate innovation, I'm indolent to change.
I love a good sleep, where dreams are so strange.

I can't comprehend creativity, its taste is unknown.
I thrive on mistakes, I love to atone.

I am no athlete, unless I'm asked to flee.
With all this i surmise, c'est la vie!

Trust

The flowers trusted the bees no more,
not wanting to part with sweet nectar in store.
An apathy leaden fragrance they wore,
mercy was denied, as they slammed shut the door.

The reason was unknown, for this fulminant furor,
elders guessed, greed had come to the fore.
Little did they expect, this intense abhor,
crestfallen, defeated, the queen implored.

Starved, parched, they fell on the floor,
tried their best, but pain couldnt be ignored.
Hoping against hope, that normalcy would be restored,
but the wise ones knew it was doom galore.

Amidst this plague, came a pack of four,
called themselves humans, arrived a heavy uproar.
They plucked the weak flowers, who wreathed in the gore,
into 'em delicate petals, these satans tore.

The queen summoned her comrades to settle a score,
'our friends are in trouble, whom we forever adore!',
said she and sped, the air ahead she tore,
the humans were stung, their skins were bored.

They fled into the wild, like never before,
the flowers wept, with gratitude they swore.
They promised the bees, golden days of yore,
the bees knew, trust had been restored.

I dreamt last night. And surprisingly, i managed to recollect it vividly. I have had dreams often enough, but each of them were washed away by the bright morning sunlight. The only thing left behind was a faint after-taste that just made me realize that I had a dream. But today, it was different.

I dreamt of meeting Atal Behari Vajpayee. I bowed to him and he hugged me. I wept on his shoulders. I continued weeping for a long time. He asked me why i was crying, and i replied by saying 'aapko hi pata hoga, aap mere dadaji hain'.

I very well know that dreams are just a re-narration of events in your life in a different realm, with different characters. Almost like a movie being screened in 2 different theaters in different languages.

Either i was really happy or really sad to be weeping like that. After i wept, i felt cleansed. Tomorrow, something significant is going to happen in my life. To deem it happy or sad, i dont quite know. Maybe dadaji does indeed know..

Is he insane?

in the wake of the ongoing row in the 'Aussie ki taisi' series, Peter Roebuck has made a name for himself indeed. 'Mr.Roebuck, ARE YOU AN IDIOT?'

post Sydney, the man wrote an article in the Sydney Morning Herald shredding Ponting into bits. In this article, he writes..

"If Cricket Australia cares a fig for the tattered reputation of our national team in our national sport, it will not for a moment longer tolerate the sort of arrogant and abrasive conduct seen from the captain and his senior players over the past few days. Beyond comparison it was the ugliest performance put up by an Australian side for 20 years."

Fine. And then this..
"The only surprising part of it is that the Indians have not packed their bags and gone home. There is no justice for them in this country, nor any manners"

...which seems alright. But then, two days ago, after the ban on Harbhajan was lifted by the tribunal who supposedly caved into the BCCI's threats of abandoning the tour if justice wasn't done, he writes another gem of a column, only this time switching sides to peel the Indians open.

He says,
"If this is the way the Indian board intends to conduct its affairs hereafter, then God help cricket,"

Then senor dishes out a delicious contradiction...
"Brinkmanship or not, threatening to take their bat and ball home in the event of a resented verdict being allowed to stand was an abomination. It sets a dreadful precedent. What price justice now?"

ha ha ha ha ha... lesser said, the better!

gripe against tripe..

The IBNLive website has always been a disgrace in terms of the quality of news content and dissemination. But of late, most of the articles out there are utter bollocks. like this one: about couples who fight their arse out, live a longer life.

What made me chuckle were those arbitrary figures and ludicrous theories fabricated. The following extract reads

"During the study, 192 couples — differentiated into four categories — were kept under observation for over 17 years. The first category consisted of couples where both partners communicated their anger, the second of couples where the husband showed anger while the wife suppressed it, the third comprised couples where only the wife showed anger and the fourth where both parties suppressed it."

17 years!! 192 couples!! alright, theoretically possible...

But the 4 categories part is worth a WTF?! Has human behavior become so predictably quantifiable that we can now pick a human who expresses his anger and others who don't and expect this damn behavior to last for 17 years?? And picking 384 such people?

Anand: Hey Anandess! Don't you think i belong to the category of anger-suppression?
Anandess: No way, how the hell can you forget those innumerable fights which were obviously initiated by you know who..
Anand: What! you bloody mudslinger..
Anandess: There you go...... yawn

And their findings, they claim:
"It was found that during the period of study death was twice as likely in the fourth group as compared to the chances of other three."

So much for the premier news site in India.

PS: It just gets worse 'cos the news was syndicated via The Daily Mail, the big mommy of all tripe.

The re-vamped NDTV site is worth a try for all those who have the same feelings as me.
Rant over.

I never thought i would do it. I have just finished reading the first 'FULL' novel in my entire life.

Animal Farm, by George Orwell - An allegorical pointer at the totalitarian world that existed, then. Explicitly anti-totalitarian in its content, ratified by the fact that Orwell admitted that his works post 1935 have by and large been anti-totalitarian given his staunch leftist views. However, I would not go as far as suggest that it lampoons the Soviet way of living.

Next stop, '1984', Orwell. Knowing that somewhere in 1984 it was around this day that something happened.

Read this recently in 'The Week'
Field Marshal K.M.Cariappa describes the life of the Soldier

At times of war and not before,
God and Soldier we both adore.
But when all is righted,
God is forgotten, and the Soldier slighted.

Hope, my..

Standing tall, amidst these ruins,
struck by winds and rains..
with grit in the eye, head held high,
the edifice remains..

seasons come, seasons go by,
leaving behind, scars and stains..
the clocks may lie, years kiss goodbye,
the edifice remains..

it seemed so long, since birds perched on,
playing their innocent games..
they no longer fly, in silver skies,
the edifice remains..

warriors haven't returned, from distant miles,
forgotten are their names..
maidens don't cry, their tears washed dry,
the edifice remains..

a symbol of hope, an eternal light,
whose brightness never wanes..
"However hard you try, I just wont die!",
the edifice exclaims..