14 February, 2007

Happy Valentine's day

So I read this pretty cool 100 word christmas short story over the weekend by Neil Gaiman, and it got me wanting to start writing again. The inspiration for this is obviously that particular story and a few songs I happened to be listening to last night.

It's short enough to make sure one doesn't get bored halfway through.

Where is the love...

He didn't mind the songs, the soppy movies made him cringe but the celebration of a 'Hallmark holiday' really irked him.

The chocolates, the flowers, the cards, it was an orgy unlike any he had ever known. It set ridiculous expectations and pre-conditions which cramped his style.

One hit one 'kill', a motto he prided himself on in the old days. Today, the materialism and cynicism made him question the efficacy of even multiple successful hits

Snapping out of past reminiscences he sighed, lazily flapped his wings, lined up the next likely couple and notched another arrow to his bow.

06 February, 2007

A name day... and a Birthday!

Today I learnt something new. I learnt about name days - as one of my friends was celebrating her's today. All this while I had been under the mistaken assumption that name days were pretty much the same as birthdays, only realised my error today. On the plus side though, turns out I got a name day too :D and it falls on the 28th of October, so that was kind of sweet.

Today also happens to be the birth anniversary of the most famous Rastafarian of them all - Time magazine's most influential musician of the last century - Nesta Robert Marley a.k.a Bob Marley. In honour of him, have changed the song on the sidebar, to one of his most famous songs, one that I'm trying to learn at the moment, although that particular effort is not coming along entirely all that well :P

It's more than a little difficult getting back into writing mode after such a long break away from it - I guess the hardest part is just concentrating long enough to string together the few sentences required to gain momentum, however I think I'm getting back there.

Life is currently crawling along for me at themoment, have to wait for a few things to sort of fall into place which are entirely not in my hands, and patience is not really a virtue I posess in abundance, when it comes to waiting in particular...

That being said, updating the blog seems the easiest way of getting the time to fly faster. Been running through a collection of Neil Gaiman short stories titled smoke and mirrors, and was motivated to get those creative juices cranking again. Having immensly enjoyed most of the sandman series, his stories were the next logical step, and so far have enjoyed most of them.

His style is very distinctive - insanely incomprehensible at times, yet hilariously mind bendingly different. His adept blending of myth and folklore with references and allusions to both historical events and fairytales is simply incredible. My favourites of this collection thus far are two stories, one which is an extremely dark and different version of Snow white titled "Snow Glass and Apples". The other - a particularly brilliant 100 word story titled "Nicholas was" is the one that has prompted me to give creative writing another shot.

On a totally different note, I also finally got round to watching The Illusionist albeit on DVD instead of in the hall. I thoroughly enjoyed the movie. Edward Norton is THE MAN! He's always been an actor I've admired since he burst on to the movie scene with a role that redefined the depths of evil - the character of Aaron Stampler in Primal Fear. He pulls of another great performance, and the climax of the movie is really really brilliant. A definite must see for anyone who hasn't yet done so.(Statuatory warning: The movie does start of a bit slow, you have to give allowance for the mood setting being in a sense a period movie)

20 January, 2007

Gin Factory Road...

I wouldn't really go so far as to call it an epiphany... but I was walking down the aforementioned "Gin Factory Road", when I realized that moments like these were what I'd really want to remember? moments which really should be part of my journal/ blog/ memory-bank so to speak, as given my abysmally short term memory, I would be unlikely to remember them otherwise.

Arriving in Tuticorin last week, I quickly realized that it was actually worse than I imagined... Rather than being a one horse town, even the horse was seemingly vacationing elsewhere...

On the flip side though, the food during the first week of my stay there, wasn't all that bad, and the willingness of the guesthouse cook to dish out Maggi every evening, was actually pretty bloody brilliant! That coupled with the truly incongruous lounge room complete with a pristine snooker table was the highlight of the trip.

It also helped that my trip was broken up with nice weekend breaks back in Bangalore... The first one was a bit of a longish one thanks to the harvest festival celebrated all across India under various names, but celebrated as "Pongal" with particular rejoicing thanks to a bumper crop throughout the state of Tamil Nadu. This being essentially a harvest festival, and our work being in a primarily rural / agricultural part of the state, pretty much everyone was in Holiday mode...

19 October, 2006

What's it all about really?

This morning I woke up and happened across an old newspaper supplemental article at breakfast about how teaching as a profession is seeing a drop in the number of aspirants - for a variety of reasons but primary among them being the relatively low "status" awarded to people who chose to take up this profession - in terms of monetary or societal recognition.

Co-incidently this evening I also happened across this piece by my favourite blogger about society's perceptions about the service industry... Unfortunately being among the bigger fish in the pond still accounts for a lot of esteem and the only socially visible yardstick of that again unfortunately seems to be money / fame.

At my current stage in life, am torn between choices revolving around what I THINK will be better for me as a person in the long run, and what I KNOW will be better for me financially in the relatively closer future... The problem being that there are too many uncertainties with the former and quite the opposite for the latter... I definitely have it easier than most around me but it doesn't serve to make the choices any less confusing....

03 August, 2006

Some days even my lucky rocket ship underpants don't help...

Well I've been going through a bit of a busy patch at work recently which has had a rather detrimental effect on everything non work related, from dance classes, to guitar practice and even blog posts, movie watching and general reading...

I did manage to go home over the weekend, and really enjoyed my self gorging on some good 'ol home cooking. Lots of sea food, lots of sleep, movie watching and reading and general lazing about the house with my dog sprawled all over my feet. My experience at home taught me that there are certain things I shall never go tired off:

1)Prawns (all of my Mum's cooking but this most especially )

2)Calvin and Hobbes (The little pearls of wisdom, like the title of this post never cease to amaze or fail to lighten my mood)

3)Lord of the Rings (I went home and watched the Two Towers for what was probably the 4th time yet I still get goose bumps during certain scenes...)

4)Diana Krall (My crush is not lessening over here - sadly or otherwise :P Have now seen / heard the Paris concert at least a half dozen times)

5)Mallu grammar and Mallu advertisements, which often completely disregard common sense or colloquial / alternative meanings (A particular gem on this trip was an advertisement for "PMS" - A school with values)

Having got back to work and city life, have resolved to recommence all the past times I had put on hold, but as Calvin says - "-You can't just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood - Last-minute panic." So let?s see how long this resolve lasts.

16 June, 2006

Links links links

A 'nerdy' look at the world's most beautiful game... Been pretty much devouring anything in print and online wit regards to the world cup, thanks to my not being able to watch most of the matches...

In the course of doing so have come across some rather interesting articles... The first is a study on penalty kicks in football by my favourite economist and a coupla others. Statuatory warning: If you don't like numbers and number crunching your'e probably going to hate this!

The next is a rather interesting article in the Economist, written by one of their columnists Lexington regarding America and its cluelessness regarding Football

While the last is an article from last month in the NY times, again by by favourite economist regarding the superstars of world football and their months of birth Although to reas this I think you may need to register at NY times( registration is however easy and free!)

On a totally different beat, I always knew there was a higher purpose in choosing to be an Economist, its nice to see my views mirrored :D

Vivid dreams...

So my friend calls me at 8.20 in the morning, only to ask me," Didn't you want a wake up call today?"
After assuring him that I did and thanking him for getting my lazy ass awake, I promptly fell back asleep... only to wake up about half an hour later rather bemused...

For some reason I had an incredibly vivid dream of Drew Carey Picking a fight with a 500 Kilo aligator... Only it wasn't a normal snapping aligator, more like a man mutated into an aligator, (like I think there is in Batman the animated series... ) Anyways its kind of like a mud wrestling type fight, and the aligator thingee is holding dew by one leg and bouncing him all over the arena...

And that's when I wake up with a splitting headache... (And No... I have no idea why Drew Carey either!)

Vivid dreams...

So my friend calls me at 8.20 in the morning, only to ask me," Didn't you want a wake up call today?"
After assuring him that I did and thanking him for getting my lazy ass awake, I promptly fell back asleep... only to wake up about half an hour later rather bemused...

For some reason I had an incredibly vivid dream of Drew Carey Picking a fight with a 500 Kilo aligator... Only it wasn't a normal snapping aligator, more like a man mutated into an aligator, (like I think there is in Batman the animated series... ) Anyways its kind of like a mud wrestling type fight, and the aligator thingee is holding dew by one leg and bouncing him all over the arena...

And that's when I wake up with a splitting headache... (And No... I have no idea why Drew Carey either!)

15 June, 2006

All that you can't leave behind...

5 Years... 5 cities...

It can be more than a bit confusig when someone asks me where I'm from these days...

Having spent almost the entirity of my formative years (nearly 18 of them) - in but a single city, this relatively nomadic existence I've enjoyed over the last few years (wherein I've stayed in each of these 5 cities at the very least in excess of 6 months), has gone a long way towards making me a more self assure, and capable individual. Not to mention given me exposure to diametrically different experiences which I could never have enjoyed in but a single city...

The fact however remains that I would always consider the place I was born and brought up to be my home town, irrespective of where I am at the moment. However associating my birthplace with home has become more than a bit difficult firstly on account of my family having moved out and more importantly on account of everyone I was close to moving out for studies or otherwise...

A few days back pretty much out of the blue, I get a email from a friend from my schooldays, wishing me for my birhday... So got to catching up with him and news of all the other guys from schooldays... Co-incidently or otherwise the U2 song 'Walk on' is one of my favourites and it just struck a chord when I got to musing about how far I had come from my school days...

In particular these 2 lines in the song really probably sum up my feelings best.

'The only baggage you can bring
Is all that you can't leave behind '

Memories are truly a strange thing... You can go 5 years happily ignoring the day to day happenings in a city you have moved out of... You can go 5 years without returning to the city of your birth... You can choose to lose touch with all those acquaintences and your secondary circle of friends... And yet a few words and pictures are all it takes to bring them all back crashing down upon you in waves, reminding you of the good times, adventures, and inane stupidity that were all a part of growing up...

Not everyone can be the archetypical socialite, however I used to consider myself pretty adept at staying in touch with my close friends... I have realised that perhaps I haven't been all that successful as I once thought... Nowadays with the net and the phones there really is no reason for not staying in touch with people you were once close with...

I guess what I'm trying to say is I learnt my lesson for the day - "Keep in touch. No excuses!" and quoting from yet another of my favourite pieces - The sunscreen song:

"Understand that friends come and go,
but with a precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle,
because the older you get,
the more you need the people who knew you when you were young."

14 June, 2006

Show Time!

hmm... 2 months and 3 posts, I think I'm finally getting an inkling of what writer's block must seem like!

It's not so much that nothing's been happening around me inasmuch as I've developed a sense of apathy towards blogging as a whole...

Spent quite a bit of time today thought finding and customising this skin... And it looks quite promising for the moment. Real nice and easy layout. Hopefully should provide the motivation to blog some more ;)

Jeet


Music Nut, Bookworm,Rambler , Movie buff, Dreamer, Disciple of Calvin, Discworld denizen,Gamer, Technojunkie 42 Comic lover, And a total all purpose Fruitcake =)

Tune in...

Bob Marley ~ Redemption Song



Old pirates, yes, they rob I;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By the 'and of the Almighty.
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly.
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
'Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.


Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
Have no fear for atomic energy,
'Cause none of them can stop the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look? Ooh!
Some say it's just a part of it:
We've got to fulfil de book.


Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
'Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.



Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our mind.
Wo! Have no fear for atomic energy,
'Cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look?
Yes, some say it's just a part of it:
We've got to fulfil de book.
Won't you help to sing
Dese songs of freedom? -
'Cause all I ever had:
Redemption songs -
All I ever had:
Redemption songs:
These songs of freedom,
Songs of freedom.










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