Similitude

Dude, go get a life!

2008-11-29T01:12:00.001+05:30

Mumbai terror... I know that's what the world wants to talk about. Everybody thinks they care. I see blog posts, tweets on twitter, email messages, forums, newspapers, TV, radio, every damn thing that even remotely presents itself as a channel for communication. But I think i've just grown numb & I am not a hypocrite to deny that.

Every time someone does something to shake our everyday lives, we tell ourselves that we are enraged. We tell ourselves that this time, things are going to be different; this time we are going to really do something - but we don't. Not because we don't have anything to make a difference, but because we actually do have a lot of things that can make a difference. We have a lot of things that can get lost amidst our efforts to - make it different this time. And we don't want to risk losing them.

What's more - we are proud to be living in an age of - 2.0. If there is anything that can be a striking development over the last decade - it's communication. Web 2.0 space with blogs, social networks, twitter et al. 101 news channels all sweating their pants to make the voice of the common man heard louder than ever, in a way that is sensational, glamorous than ever. If a decade ago, talking about a change was a 1000 times easier than actually doing something to bring about the change, today - it's a billion times easier. So don't blame us, if all we do is blog, tweet & talk about how the system around us & people around us need to change.

I doubt if it is ever going to be possible to lead an accepted & normal life in today's world unless we embrace the mad rush to live & die within our own safe cocoons that shield us from all the poison evils of truth, meaning, happiness, change.... Maybe all that we really want is to drown ourselves in mundaneness. What's more, we're all educated enough to realize that we are too insignificant to cause any change.

Today, we're mature enough to laugh at those foolish souls of our past generations who thought they can change our world. Maybe they did build wonders, create nations, heal a few suffering lives... Maybe they did fight in every way they could to keep an unrealistic dream alive... But all of us are intelligent enough to see through those actions & say - Dude, go get a life!

Deep down, that's who we are. And social media is just another addition to our make-up kit to hide our real face from ourselves. Maybe a miracle is what we need to stop ourselves from completely getting lost... Oops, I just forgot that we don't believe in miracles anymore. Square one.

The Pavillion.

2007-12-04T22:57:00.001+05:30

I recently had the opportunity to watch a ranji match between Karnataka and Rajastan. I was lucky enough to get a VIP pass (with food and tea included) and was seated in an enclosure next to the players dressing room. Just watching the players sitting in the dugout, I realized how each one of us resembled those players sitting there.
Each player sitting there was waiting for his chance, waiting for the next batsman to get out so that he can prove himself, the 12th man carrying out messages to the players dreaming about being included in the playing 11, the guy past his prime trying to prove a point, the guy who got out blaming the umpire for the wrong decision, the coach planning his next move, the nervous debutant, the ball boys looking at the players in awe, the guy who got out for a duck and is thinking about his place in team, the guy who came into the team because of his surname, and of course, "couch cricketers" like me watching something for free and not valuing it. In trying to be extra-ordinary, some players there just remained ordinary extras on that day.

sorry..but not guilty...

2007-12-03T22:17:00.000+05:30

"a sweet is kept visibly covered by a glass lid and another is covered completely by a cloth.the moment i can see the enticing and mouth watering delicacy through the glass lid,i feel i want it,i am even ready to snatch it".so said the burkha clad lady in "we the people".the context was the "veil" and the diktat regarding women covering their body from top to bottom.
will somebody tell me what she exactly was trying to tell, because i am not sure she actually meant that.thats the most "sexist" remark i have ever heard.does she take men to be bloodhounds ready to pounce on the next visible flesh..have her own brother and father fallen so low in her eyes that she thinks all they want is her "body".agreed violence against women have risen disturbingly,but that doesn't call for a such a vulgar generalization.as far as i know there is no statistical correlation between molestations and "immodestly" dressed women.so,though u reserve the right to accept and conform to your beliefs and dress the way u choose, for sanity's sake refrain from making such illogical,offensive and misguided observations.

Six Blind Men And An Elephant

2007-11-27T16:34:00.000+05:30

It was six men of Indostan,
To learning much inclined,
Who went to see the Elephant
(Though all of them were blind),
That each by observation
Might satisfy his mind.

The First approach'd the Elephant,
And happening to fall
Against his broad and sturdy side,
At once began to bawl:
"God bless me! but the Elephant
Is very like a wall!"

The Second, feeling of the tusk,
Cried, -"Ho! what have we here
So very round and smooth and sharp?
To me 'tis mighty clear,
This wonder of an Elephant
Is very like a spear!"

The Third approach'd the animal,
And happening to take
The squirming trunk within his hands,
Thus boldly up and spake:
"I see," -quoth he- "the Elephant
Is very like a snake!"

The Fourth reached out an eager hand,
And felt about the knee:
"What most this wondrous beast is like
Is mighty plain," -quoth he,-
"'Tis clear enough the Elephant
Is very like a tree!"

The Fifth, who chanced to touch the ear,
Said- "E'en the blindest man
Can tell what this resembles most;
Deny the fact who can,
This marvel of an Elephant
Is very like a fan!"

The Sixth no sooner had begun
About the beast to grope,
Then, seizing on the swinging tail
That fell within his scope,
"I see," -quoth he,- "the Elephant
Is very like a rope!"

And so these men of Indostan
Disputed loud and long,
Each in his own opinion
Exceeding stiff and strong,
Though each was partly in the right,
And all were in the wrong!
-

John Godfrey Saxe

Disowning myself !!!

2007-11-16T23:04:00.000+05:30

"i am proud to be a Hindu" said my friend a few days back.seeing me keep quiet,he asked aren't u...? frankly i still dont know..i am a hindu alright,but whether i am proud of it, i am not too sure.its not because i dont respect it or something like that,but because i dont think i had a choice.
what i simply mean is i didn't choose to be a hindu.i was just born as one by chance.so if i had been born to a muslim,i would have then been proud to be a muslim perhaps.so how can i be proud of something that i didnt deliberately choose to be.for ex-u might be happy about a lottery u won,but can u really take pride in that.similarly can u be proud of ur parents or siblings.U have every reason to be proud of your friends because u exercised your discretion in choosing them first and later continuing that relationship but the rest were alloted to u .u can take pride in the physique that u worked hard to shape in a gym but most things are bequeathed to us and YET we take pride in them.hmm...I guess u might as well.?

a boulevard of broken dreams...

2007-09-30T21:29:00.000+05:30

the red chetwood glistened at the back and so did my eyes,chetwood has been a witness to many a hero being bred,but it also has been witness to bizzare and abrupt ends of a few less fortunate.i might lie and say i am happy,i have no regrets,i might say they dont haunt me anymore,but i would also be lying if i said i didnt get a fair deal in the end,i hover over the chetwood not belonging there but somewhere i know the nails on my drill boots dented the tarred surface when i stamped and turned"ek do ek ..ek do ek..."

Catch this if u can.......

2007-09-23T18:13:00.000+05:30

Priced at Rs 50 a unsubscribed copy, Reader's Digest is among the most popular magazines in the world today.This magazine, for which i once had a subscription, is well known for its "touching" stories and innumerable "you could win a car" offers.Its entrenched in my mind though ,for two very important things, one of which brings me to post here,where i haven't written anything previously.

Featured in almost every issue,mostly towards the end,is a crime/real life adventure article. Firsthand accounts as they were, these stories always portrayed in more realistic terms the much fabled traits of courage and determination. While this was one thing i loved about the little RD,the other was the regular columns of humour. "Humour in uniform","Life's like that","All in a days work" or that one about young children,, these were and are by far the best features in a RD issue. There haven't been many issues where something in these pages doesn't makes u laugh out loud.....(Embarrassingly for me in full buses!)

It was with much the same expectations that i bought this month's issue at the bus stand on my way home. And for reasons better known to no one i haven't read it fully yet.....

Tomo is my first internal test for this sem and as a break from the text i looked up one of the humour features....that's is where i read this one......

An Eskimo newlywed couple spent the night together.The next morning the bride discovered she was six months pregnant.

the source given, is the Internet. I sent it to a bunch of friends, and all of them like me have had problems "catching"the joke.

What abt u?

catch it if can..........

PS: come to think of it, its pretty simple i got in a minute after i read it!

Pitying the 'uneducated' literate

2007-08-18T00:05:00.000+05:30

To,
Mr somebody and your whole gang of idiots,

this post comes in response to a naive comment made by 'somebody'

Why do u waste your time reading such books

and with 'such' books he meant literature..anything non-academic.i have had people asking me why you read so much..what use..is it..blah blah.. but never such a dumb-witted, blunt remark like yours.literature has made me the person i am and at the cost of sounding self-obsessed,i am proud of what i have learned from literature.these same people who stare with perplexion, with uncorrupted ignorance, when we speak of Bhyrappa or GDR or Ayn Rand,have the audacity to call them a 'waste of time' behind our backs.a case of grapes being sour is it...literature dude isn't like your bollywood movies with one item song,it's about potraying life,it's about endeavouring to decipher the ever mesmerising questions of life,it's about trying to live as a human than exist as an animal.These same people who have difficulty articulating most elementary of their thoughts,wouldn't dare to address a crowd,talk about us wasting our 'time'.A true student of literature may be found wanting in success but would never be found wanting in humanity.I can only laugh at you when u attempt your 'effective public speaking strategy'.it's a farce that would only end in futility.u might know what to speak but 'how' to speak only literature can teach u.to me there is no bloody difference between u and a slothful insect when the only purpose is to live stomach-full and of course procreate.Grow up !!!!.U might be too thick-skinned to start learning to 'read'.but at least have the semblance not to hurl jibes and further strengthen our disdain for you.

It is true of idiots, that the more absurd and foolish they are, and the more their opinions diverge from those universally held, the more likely are they to utter no word which they will wish to recall.
pardoning you for u already suffer,
yours sincierly,
a humble reader

Bloggers Mull Union

2007-08-08T12:42:00.000+05:30

This is the latest buzz in the blogosphere.....
a labor union for bloggers!yes people time and again bring something up so that scratching of heads never ceases

In a move that might make some people scratch their heads, a loosely formed coalition of left-leaning bloggers are trying to band together to form a labor union they hope will help them receive health insurance, conduct collective bargaining or even set professional standards.

The effort is an extension of the blogosphere's growing power and presence, especially within the political realm, and for many, evokes memories of the early labor organization of freelance writers in the early 1980s.

Organizers hope a bloggers' labor group will not only showcase the growing professionalism of the Web-based writers, but also the importance of their roles in candidates' campaigns.

"I think people have just gotten to the point where people outside the blogosphere understand the value of what it is that we do on the progressive side," said Susie Madrak, the author of Suburban Guerilla blog, who is active in the union campaign. "And I think they feel a little more entitled to ask for something now."

But just what that something is may be hard to say.

In a world as diverse, vocal and unwieldy as the blogosphere, there's no consensus about what type of organization is needed and who should be included. Some argue for a free-standing association for activist bloggers while others suggest a guild open to any blogger — from knitting fans to video gamers — that could be created within established labor groups.

Others see a blogger coalition as a way to find health insurance discounts, fight for press credentials or even establish guidelines for dealing with advertising and presenting data on page views.

"It would raise the professionalism," said Leslie Robinson, a writer at ColoradoConfidential.com. "Maybe we could get more jobs, bona fide jobs."

But not everyone is on board.

"The reason I like blogging is that it's very anarchistic. I can do whatever I want whenever I want, and oh my God, you're not going to tell me what to do," said Curt Hopkins, the founder of the Committee to Protect Bloggers.

"The blogosphere is such a weird term and such a weird idea. It's anyone who wants to do it," Hopkins said. "There's absolutely no commonality there. How will they find a commonality to go on? I think it's doomed to failure on any sort of large scale."

About 11 percent of American Internet users have created Web pages or blogs for others while eight percent have created their own online journals or Weblogs, according to the Pew Internet & American Life Project.

With pages focused on everything from bird watching to celebrity footwear, more than 120,000 blogs are created every day and more than 58,000 new posts are made each hour, according to data from Technorati, which tracks more than 94 million blogs worldwide.

Few bloggers are paid for their posts, and even fewer are able to make a living doing the work. But many say they often devote as much energy and time to their online musings as they do to their salaried careers.

While bloggers work to organize their own labor movement, their growing numbers are already being courted by some unions.

"Bloggers are on our radar screen right now for approaching and recruiting into the union," said Gerry Colby, president of the National Writers Union, a local of the United Auto Workers. "We're trying to develop strategies to reach bloggers and encourage them to join."

Unsurprisingly, there's decidedly less support for a union movement among conservative bloggers.
Mark Noonan, an editor at Blogs for Bush and a senior writer at GOP Bloggers, said he worries that a blogger union would undermine the freewheeling nature of the blogosphere, regardless of its political composition.
"We just go out there and write what is on our mind, damn the critics," he said. "To make a union is to start to provide a firm structure for the blogosphere and that would merely make the blogosphere a junior-league (mainstream media). ... Get us a union and other 'professional' organizations and we'll start to be conformist and we'll start to be just another special interest."
But that's not how Kirsten Burgard sees it.
Sitting at a panel titled "A Union for Bloggers: It's Time to Organize" at this week's YearlyKos Convention for bloggers in Chicago, Burgard said she'd welcome a chance to join a unionized blogging community.
"I sure would like to have that union bug on my Web site," said Burgard, a blogger who uses the moniker Bendy Girl.
Madrak hopes that regardless the form, the labor movement ultimately will help bloggers pay for medical bills. It's important, she said, because some bloggers can spend hours a day tethered to computers as they update their Web sites.
"Blogging is very intense — physically, mentally," she said. "You're constantly scanning for news. You're constantly trying to come up with information that you think will mobilize your readers. In the meantime, you're sitting at a computer and your ass is getting wider and your arm and neck and shoulder are wearing out because you're constantly using a mouse."

Courtesy-Yahoo News

mulling over 'mathas'

2007-08-03T22:15:00.000+05:30

a couple of days back i had been to a "matha" somewhere in north karnataka called swarnavalli..these "mathas" are typically places of worship where a religious head resides along with his disciples.my sole purpose was to get a taste of the ascetic but wonderful lunch served there.. though i was not disappointed ..something else caught my eye and left me tongue-tied,the place was full of young boys,either yet to enter their teens or barely into it,and all were in the typical brahmin attire,(the juttu included)bustling about witha solemn look on their faces.i felt as i were watching an old black and white movie about shankaracharya and his times..or something like that..i couldn't believe that there were these kids chanting vedas and performing sandhyavandana 3 times a day while most others in their age would be worrying about harry potter and video games..my father called it a brave and necessary attempt to safegaurd our culture..i am not so sure,agreed that vedas are a treasure of knowledge and have profound hidden meanings,but isn't it something that should be taken up by choice and not be forced on them (a la china)and if at all u must force them wont it be better to make them read feynman's lectures on physics or keats or ramanujan's theorems or teach them football or hockey..atleast one of them may bring us a noble or the much awaited olympic gold ..am not against vedas,as such but aren't there more pressing and more pertinent seeds that need to be sown into these young,fertile minds

Comic Spirit

2007-07-13T06:59:00.001+05:30

The recent "plan" by the government(so called) to impose tax on television sets is the best subject for a comic strip writer!All that the government is doing(rather were doing)is to make a mockery out of itself on the world stage,or say A non English world stage for the English were the first to propound such lunacy!
But finally the government has eaten its words,for,who knows whats in store next.

A tax of Rs750 for owning a computer(Rs600 if assembled & 900 if it is a lappy)
A tax of Rs500 if you own a I-pod(Rs600 if its a cam pod)
A tax of Rs150 if you own a regular Mp3 flash disk
A tax of Rs100 if you own a cell which is better than that assault weapon 3310
Tax of Rs 1000 for posting about absurdities on blogger,as that amounts to excessive internet usage
The funniest of them all,A luxury cess+luxury commodity ownership cess+Infrastructure development cess(as importing requires proper transport facilities) if you have booked the I-Phone!

But what ever is the outcome, one sure thing is the "government"surely is maintaining the comic spirit!
for after all laughter is the best medicine!

Studyin in School?...I am Chandan Das of Dharavi...

2007-06-23T21:58:00.000+05:30

A family that sends a child to school stands less chance being recognised as a below poverty line family than one that does not. One of the questions asked in the national BPL survey being conducted by the Ministry of Rural Development is if the family sends its children to school.
Read on..

Pondering about this above situation & reading the below exclusive on CNN-IBN,
I wonder..

My name is Chandan Das. I live in Venkatesh Chawl in the heart of Dharavi's south Indian district. I have a ration card saying I have lived here since 1994 with my family - father Dharam, mother Parvati, sister Sulekha and brother Ravi Ranjan.
Of course, all this is a big lie. But its the simplest thing in the world to do.
Read on..

I wonder...
Why are we living amidst doom,
Is this all that we weave in our loom?
Why is it that our hands are tied,
Cant we ever over come this tide?

The pigs lay free in the muck,
But we are made to feel the smut
Dogs speak 'bout the buck,
In a world which is without drudge

Sexy !!??

2007-06-21T22:27:00.000+05:30

a simple question-

is being called'sexy' a compliment ?

to my dumb wit what 'sexy' implicitly means is i want to go to bed with u..well now-a-days u call everything sexy right from tyres to drinks to shoes to clothes so the old definition might be a little obsolete and i am told 'sexy' now simply means nice and good.but still when u say he/she is sexy u mean much more than just 'nice and good'.u wouldn't at any cost call your extremely adorable grandmother as sexy would u.?then what does sexy mean..??so now they tell me things must have some sex appeal apart from being nice and good afterall.(and as to how a perfectly normal looking inanimate object garners this 'appeal' i am clueless. this must also perhaps lie in the eyes of the beholder !!)so i deduce what 'sexy' means is what it actually means. at least to a great extent.
now coming back to my original question..can that be a compliment.. it seems its every woman's innate dream to be deemed 'sexy'. from what i have been able to gather (with questions asked about my ulterior motives)is that though people may not have it as their dream they certainly dont mind being called so..and this somehow to me is not as 'straight' as they think.well any citizen of free india is free to harbour a desire to have sex with any body else.but is this something that on proclamation should be met with a blushing,condescending acceptance..
is the tag 'sexy' really ...well.. sexy..!!

My Cuppa Cha!

2007-06-14T17:49:00.001+05:30

Well....yup!this is about the tradition(oh! I Luv it!), the English brought into the country which has been ever since followed with a lack of demur!

Boy!the English have done some good things!
Well,what more it is good for health duh!I wouldn't have given it a damn even otherwise!would I?
Looks like I don't have a big following considering the fact that Abhilash and Kaundi are coquetting with their cuppa kaapi!(for a real long time now!)
To be honest I'm okey with both cha n kaapi!'cause I luv 'em both but at the right time,pardner!
adieu!Time to go for my cuppa cha!

SMS....SAVE MY SOUL....!!!!

2007-06-10T22:25:00.000+05:30

Finally....I have discovered the art of being jobless.....start SMSing.....!!! The newest IN-thing for me....!! (for people who don't know....I got a mobile when I turned almost 21....think the oldest bloke to go MOBILE.....)
Ok....I agree......having a mobile for communication helps....but....HELLO......dint i hear COMMUNICATION......!?!?!? Agreed sometimes SMSing helps....connects LOVERSSSSSSS...(read it as LOV-ERSSSSS and not lovers...:P ) SMSing gets you your results...or the latest cricket score...accepted that some of the jokes/forwards sent to you are quite hilarious......BUT...HELLO...isnt there something called restrain..........!???
Some of the sms I get to read,makes me want to make me pull my hair off.....read this for starters....
"why is tabu the vector of sridevi....!??
"because sridevi made chandini and tabu made chandini bar....."
agrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhhh............................................................
Atleast the forwards can be deleted even before reading them....but the idiotic/pathethic/un-fathomable SMS's are seriously pain in the rear end. A guy sitting right behind you sms's you saying..."Hi..." HELLO....you are sitting right behind me......!!!! The best part of these sms's are always the Hi... is followed by 3 DOTs(.)..........!!!!
OK....agreed that its my mobile phone and its my desire to read or delete this messages.But,imagine those cheapos who message TV channels in the hope of their messages being displayed on the Tv screen.......!!
These are some of the tit-bits.......

This is from the kannada music channel u2.....(bono willl kill himself...!!)
"hi..prakash.....love u...ur wife...vimla" (prakash realised vimla was his wife through the TV channel......!!! This reminds me of the D-grade RAVICHANDRAN-DISCO SHANTHI item numbers I used to enjoy as a 15yr old...!!)

DIGEST THIS....(as seen on channel V)
CUTEGIRL86:hi....any1 from noida...?? (36 is acceptable...86.........??
HUNK21:hi cutegirl86...me from chandigarh..want FRAAANDSHIP with me......??
BOYBOY:channel V rockezez and me FAN.......
(want FRAAAANDSHIP with me...?? was he constipating while sending the sms..!?? These form the HEFF(not HEP mind you..) generation of today...!!)

This hits the nail on the head.....!!
"I love U2 and all peopleS watching it...i want to wish my LOVE kanka happy Valens day...."
(ok...happy VALENS day kanka......!!!)

For sms lovers/"forwarders" and readers.....criticism welcome...!!
(intially posted on helloxcuseme )

What next?

2007-06-10T11:33:00.000+05:30

If this[1] this [2] and this [3] is the plight of "our" country then what will happen in the years to come?

All I can say is Malthus was right.... for speaking anything else will just be like mortgaging a spoon of water from the dirty ocean...
God save India!

Pic-www.deviantart.com

Frivolous Brevity

2007-06-04T16:20:00.000+05:30

The most sought after thing in this planet is the hunt for peace; while doing so "man" as the creature is called has gone about doing some of the most horrendous/wonderful things.
The horrendous thing being the war (war is the only way to peace!Bollo***)The wonderful thing being philosophy/music/reading/.....
In today's world there are takers for any sort of theory that propounds the aspect of philosophy in any form.But the bigger problem lies in the way in which a philosophy is understood or rather say comprehended,for there are many (including me) who think that philosophy is every body's cup of tea,but there are some who think that "philosophy ain't mine boy"!Music and reading seems less complicated but then it depends on the way we view them this post by sushruth clearly shows the way in which we try to fidget with the most simplest of things.

Now,the debate about collective or the individual is a debate which is debated and will be debated in the years to come.The whole question of being collective sometimes seems absurd, ,for after all we all live for ourselves and nobody else!But then comes the the point where in we can debate about we loving our family,brothers,sisters et al.Now isn't this tantamount to say that we live for the sake of someone else(sometimes!?!aka the collective?)

Next,the question of democracy and communism.Democracy seems to be the most practrical form of government that one can envisage.Democracy is the prime reason for the existence of this blog,it indeed defines man on this planet if at all there are some celestial observers!
But, how often has our heart wrenched on seeeing a semi naked old man pulling a cart just to earn his daily bread?how often have we felt that "if at all poverty ceases to exist" now isnt this a communist thought(in the truest sense not the maligned one which we know today)

The post can go on and on 'cause there are a thousand such contradictions, but the ultimate goal of all the things happening on this planet is peace be it mental,moral,communal or anything
the 5 lettered word PEACE defines it all..the frivolity and the brevity ....which indeed is not as simple as it seems to be...

a sojourn...

2007-06-03T07:38:00.000+05:30

To each his own pensieve..i planned to just peek into it but it sucked me into it.. so vivid so real..thousands of them clamouring in that little space some call heart.. some call pensieve.there i was a place i knew so well yet it seemed alien.i stood there with nothing to seperate me from my own "past".memories,secrets,wishes,curses...they all glared at me,not sure whether i was a part of them and then they flocked me.. kissed me ,some pattted me on my back..hugged me told me "u remeber..i help"....and then as i looked around, i saw those faces distant yet the unnervingly prominent..mocking at me.. sneering in contempt..i tried to move into those dark lurking corners each step brimming with fear..they shied away..i pursued..the farther i went the darker it became..one by one i saw how much they hated me, how much i feared them.it wasnt fear, it was..it was shame.slowly i relived each of my(their) agonies....
when the reverie broke..i was too happy to see a bright sun, a new day..

it aint a secret if it does not hurt to keep

GDR

Instant human......just add coffee.........!!!

2007-05-22T14:29:00.000+05:30

I think if I were a woman I'd wear coffee as a perfume

kudos to the man who quoted this line.....!!!
Ahhh...........what a drink it is.....!! The aroma which has inspired millions of romances.....millions of ideas.........and millions of libidos too.........!!!!
The romance brewing at the local coffee shop.....or the discussion of cricket on a "arali katte".......both are incomplete without a cup of coffee......!!!
This Satan's drink is ecstasy to the human nerve......no wonder someone said

How sweet coffee tastes! Lovlier than a thousand kisses, sweeter than Muscatel wine!

Have it the way you like.....Strong....thick...hot....cold....or black...... Coffee always smells like freshly ground heaven..........!!!

This poem of sorts by an unknown author says it all....!!

Caffeine is my shepherd; I shall not doze.
It maketh me to wake in green pastures:
It leadeth me beyond the sleeping masses.
It restoreth my buzz:
It leadeth me in the paths of consciousness for its name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of addiction,
I will fear no Equal™:
For thou art with me; thy cream and thy sugar they comfort me.
Thou preparest a carafe before me in the presence of The Starbucks:
Thou anointest my day with pep; my mug runneth over.
Surely richness and taste shall follow me all the days of my life:
And I will dwell in the House of Mochas forever.
~Author Unknown

(for all coffee haters.......get a life.......drink coffee.........)

of women and their beauty..

2007-05-21T22:18:00.000+05:30

one of the most lasting images in my memory is that of a slum girl sitting with her legs folded,in front of her fragile tent, looking into a mirror and adjusting her battered hair.the absurdity,or rather the pugnacity of the scene still amuses me.

there are only two kinds of women in this world, one who know they are beautiful and the other who dont yet know they are beautiful. beechi

now both these kinds of women take almost the same amount of pride in their prettiness.show me a woman who doesnt care about her appearance and i will tell u she is lying !!.most people would say women dress up because they want to look attractive... may be.. but i bet even if there were no men or women even then a girl alone on this earth would love and strive to look beautiful.its of such prime importance to them...my own grandmother now 86 still oils and combs her hair with such meticulousness...i guess they are just "wired" that way.

Glee+Happy+Crazy+Dancing

2007-05-21T22:10:00.000+05:30

In Life...one must live...live to the fullest
Cheers to all who show
us the way

Gross National Plight

2007-05-17T21:15:00.000+05:30

Holding the torn and tattered flags of communism(euphemistically termed as socialism) we bask and bask under the glory...a false glory!There are a few takers to this post but as the quote says we are running away,running away from the harsh reality that

All are equal but some are more equal-George Orwell

True,we have crossed 1 trillion in GDP,but what about Gross National Happiness(GNH) some say it is silly, is it?
Communism is too correct to be believed in, but...

There are few nudities so objectionable as the naked truth-Agnes Repplier

All in all, are we just ants over a wheat ear?

2007-05-15T17:16:00.000+05:30

As I pen this first post for Similitude, my media player has Floyd playing some of their best music. One of their songs, coupled with one of Salvador Dali's drawings (above) titled 'Ants and wheat ear' inspired this post's title.

As I just sipped some coffee a few minutes back, it struck me:

I hadn't updated my whereabouts on Twitter
I had to take a look at the snaps that my brother uploaded on Flickr in the morning
I hadn't posted on my Tumblr blog today
My del.icio.us account needed pruning by adding bundles
I had to put a clip of my Google Reader's shared items somewhere

Somewhere in the sands of time, we have fallen prey to ubiquitous bandwidth and internet. You can bump into me in the evening and ask me how you too agree that 'Picture Perfect' was a piece of crap after having read my Twitter status last night. And to top it all, maybe we hadn't met for a couple of years now - and here you are, talking about the movie I watched last night, just because you've been silently observing what I've been doing for these last two years.

And beat this. All of us are doing so. We are just like those ants over the wheat ear. All we want is a piece of that wheat. Blindly we go about pulling that wheat ear in whichever direction we want. (You do know that when ants are moving something big, not all ants are pulling/pushing it in the same direction, don't you?). At the end of the day, the wheat ear does move. Not where we wanted it to, but how the collective spirit of mankind wanted it to.

(Now I understand why TIME said the Person of the Year 2006 was 'You')

The question is:
Is technology/internet illustrating that collectivism is far more glorious than the spirit of individualism?

We?Living?What?

2007-05-15T16:31:00.000+05:30

Funny... I read about this organisation/foundation...in the late 1980s they came up with a survey which found that nearly 97% of the educated(read literate)class were not in a position to think for themselves instead they derived opinion based on what they read in news paper,listened to on the radio and watched on the television.
By gee!are they true?
If so ,then where do we stand is a matter to be introspected with deep devotion for it questions the moral and the basic fact of our own existence,

Men are Men 'cause they think!

but well here a survey(pretty old ) says that men cant think!!!
Recently DaFunkyMunky read somewhere a study,which claims that people are becoming dumber day by day!
well..striking a analogy between the 2 surveys i reckon man is becoming dumber,he for one cannot think...then goddamn what on earth are we doing here?

Diamonds are nothing but carbon,but on that account those who deal in diamonds are not called carbon merchants-Nani Palkhivala

PS-I am not advocating any of these philosophies/surveys/studies,but merely examining the consequences/apprehensions that are arising in the cesspool/wonder called a idle mind(duh!)..

Cry

2007-05-14T19:56:00.000+05:30

It is almost non-sequitur to mention that I travel everyday from Siddhartha Nagar to The NIE through the Mahatma Gandhi road.But I for one sometimes believe that brevity is gift and I am not bestowed with it.
Ahem..MG Road,nope!it isn't the one that is so popular in Bangalore(boy!it is a zero tolerance road!well we definitely ought to change our standards of tolerance)
My daily routine is to pass through the road where local farmers sell their produce,cows have their stroll,the goats, sheep are having their siesta et al...its a village during the night,a city during mid day and a god forsaken place during the night.
This is the beauty of the Mysore, Beauty with Bran and bed would be a right phrase to explain the city(read town).

Last week whence I was going to the college, I suddenly hallucinated,the vision was that of me being held hostage on the street while coming back home.
gee!

The goonda is holding a club and demanding all the money and valuables that I possess,I (dis)honestly tell him that I have none, being a mercenary, he is enraged by my glib remark,he strikes a blow so hard that I fall unconscious.After fifteen minutes or so I regain my consciousness and feel the acute pain in my back....all my money(100 rupees)lost..

Now I thought...If I would cry due to the throbbing pain in my back?..No...
I haven't cried in ages for the physical agony that I have undergone(if any)since 8-9years.The last time I cried for for such a reason was when a pal of mine who was supposed to drop me home on his bicycle dropped me on to the street humps and thus to the doc!
I wonder why,the physical pain is not pain anymore...its the mind that plays spoilsport in weakening the tear glands.
Haa...the mind...cruel mind..I mentioned it to a pal of mine later in the day ,the answer I got was that I "think a a lot"

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will make me go in a corner and cry by myself for hours.
Eric Idle

Opening Remarks from The Divine Aura

2007-05-14T19:01:00.000+05:30

Aren't these licentious remarks conveying an idea of hedonistic and materialistic attitude? Isn't it all a passing fantasy?

"I Shall reveal to you, who do not disbelieve, the most profound secret of Self Knowledge and Self realization. Having known this you will be freed from the miseries of worldly existence. This knowledge is the king of all knowledge, is the most secret, is very sacred, it can be perceived by instinct, conforms to Dharma, is very easy to practice, and is imperishable"

- Bhagawad Gita - "The Song Divine"

A discombobulated cornucopia of words meaning no more than a phase of the entire evolution - of being a faithless lover, a philanderer can never prove right, in His eyes.

Let us add a new dimension to this blog guys, and lead ourselves to the shining path that we see ahead...
Cheers!

almost a pall !!??

2007-05-14T01:01:00.000+05:30

she stood before the mirror and a smile kissed her lips.she was beautiful.she knew it.she let her hair fall.it swayed, before it rested softly near her waist.her feminity was at it's rapturous best.her complexion looked as though as it were modified at the last minute to make her look a little more earthly than angelical.her lips were full,her face carved to near perfection.her earrings danced with joy as they kissed her cheeks.strands of hair escaped deliberately from her brait to have her hands feel them.the bangles were too happy to let her arms grace them,sliding in joy and pride.she is more beautiful than all her friends she thought.she knew most boys would stare at her, they would invent pretexts to look at her.she blushed.she would be the most attractive girl in college she thought.she marvelled at her beauty once more.she chose the new dress her brother had brought from hyderbad.was the best she had.she dressed herself meticulously lest anyone should find any fault with it."shaano jaldi kar"shouted her mother.a last touch of gloss almost satisfied her and she forced herself to leave before throwing one last furtive look at the mirror she looked pretty.a proud smile beamed on her lustrous face.just as she about to leave, her mother cried"BURKHA pehnna mat bhulna"(dont forget to wear the burkha)

PHILANDARY...!!

2007-05-14T00:30:00.000+05:30

Ahem.......about philosophy and philandering....!!
Come to think of it.....they both go hand in hand....!! most philosophers were philanderers........and most philanderers turned philosophers after being caught.......!!
In this similitude.........philanderers and philosophers are present alike....its for the READERS(ahem...) to find out who is who...!! :P

The philosopher say's
"The need to be right is the sign of a vulgar mind........

The philanderer say's
"the art of being vulgar is to have a right mind...!!

The begining...

2007-05-13T22:04:00.000+05:30

Yes..it finally has kicked off..The similitude...a blog meant for the passion of writing (read typing),to experience the pure selfish joy which one experiences when subjected to the craft known as "writing"..
This page does not intend to be a lexicographic/journalistic jargon,instead it is just a way to show what is happening in our lives through the magic of words,to mystify readers (and writers alike) through ideas expressed in the form a libretto.Yes a libretto, for each post shall be a brain child of different authors,different perspectives,different ideologies with one common denominator being the urge to pen these aspects which is like the symphony(or cacophony).
The posts hither shall contain anything from philosophy to philandry!(in a sane way ofcourse!!!)Technology to turmoil,Society to serendipity,activism to activity...

Every word is a idea-Normal Lewis

So is every blog!