Consumerism

How badly have the ATMs helped consumerism!

Time and Temperature

Is time independent of temperature?

Ideally speaking, yes it should be.

However, practically speaking, I hypothesize that it is thermodynamically impossible to engineer a watch that is perfectly independent of temperature.

What say?

Freedom

One doesn't need an auditor to make an account of my free time this sem.

About two weekends of movies.

One week of AoE.

Yeah, the rest of the time I've been working under chronic deadlines, and they seem to continue till the end of the semester...

i m scrwd.

FAILURE

This blog is a ... failure.

It is as if William Tell fired his shot just after getting distracted. With me as the guy under the apple.

Its failed its purpose (seemingly) and has boomeranged on me.

How I wish, how I wish you here!

Open Exams

Imagine having a course, where all the question papers were known beforehand. The questions are totally subjective; with such that there is no right or wrong answer even (subjective answers too, not just style of questioning). Something cute, simple, personal... eh?

Think about it!

Sail on...

Writing lyrics is no mean feat. You gotta have command over words and word sounds and playing around with lines like nothing else.

Take the lyrics...

"Sail on silver girl,

Sail on by,

Your time has come to shine,

All your dreams are on their way."

In the first line, who says girls are silver? What if we change it to boy? No big deal is lost, cuz girl doesnt rhyme anywhere. Or so it would seem...

"Sail on silver boy,

Sail on by,

..."

nope, not as good. Are girls really silvery? lol, not a chance. There's more to it than meets the eye, but not more to it than meets the ear.

Anyway, thought this out the other day...

Sail on, stupid girl.

Sail on by.

Your time has come, to cry.

All your dreams have passed away.

See how they die.

oh If you need a friend,

I'm sailing far behind.

...

I can't ease your mind.

links

hmmm, why is it that all but one of my last 'few' posts have a link or origin to one thing?

Sorry...

I hope You are not reading this. It is an apology I could never give to You in person, so...

For not congratulating You cuz I was unaware of Your achievement;
For Your Momentary Lapse of Respect in me;
For hesitating when You asked to call me;
For my bat-like blindness to Your issues;
For being a lost child to get Your attention;
For The Beautiful Letdown I caused You;
For being a conceited self-centred prick;


but most of all, forgive me

For getting over You; cuz if I hadn't, I might actually have meant the rest of this apology.

Who, me?

How badly did my 12th class change me? What sorta crises did I go through to have been slowly and surely changed from the person I was in 11th to the person I'd become...?

Rereading who I was back then makes me ask myself, "who, me?" How could I have changed so drastically!

Thank You

"... for all the times we what-else'd..."

An arbit train of thought brought this to mind. So arbit that without context I doubt I'd know what I am thinking about here.

And ya, I dare not spell out the context here.

"Fates"

When will the three of us meet again: in thunder, lightning or in rain?

To think that I actually used to quote that at one point of time!!!

Coming Together

What brings people together?

Excerpt of a particular chat.

...

X: Oh, okay

so you and Y friends now huh

me: as much as in the beginning...

not much progress

we say less than a sentence a day to each other

how dyu expect us to be friends so soon, lol! ;)

X: how did we become friends?

me: we spoke MORE THAN ONE SENTENCE a day

X: in like less than days.. we were talkin about possibly everything under the sun

me: yes, thats how we became frnds!

its hard to distinguish the cause and the effect here

...

No seriously. What brings people together? Why are we even friends?

lose yourself

"Where am I,

Who am I,

Doesn't really matter...

Homeless and in tatters thats our life.

Where am I,

Who am I,

The die is cast, the game is on,

This is now where we belong."

Ok, just that will not really express how I feel, cuz I've felt that way quite a bit before. I'll have to add, I'm losing sight of myself here.

epsilys

Trust. Is definitely the most complicated thing I've been thinking about recently. Simply because I just can't understand the why's of trust-dynamics! Its all become extremely counter-intuitive, and I have no idea why.

Do You even care if I trust You or not? -I wish I knew the answer to that!

Decaying Relationships

Thought out earlier today.

Suppose you keep mailing this guy, and he keeps replying, and this basically continues for a while. You look forward to his reply, and you mail him yours...

One day, he naturally cuts down his online/email usage. Naturally the relationship you've built till now, stops progressing and begins to decay. The natural course of things ends up in rare transactions etc.

Who is at fault? Is it even bad in the first place (its worse than the other case, but is it bad)? Is there anything either one party can do to revive it?

People: listen to Puff the Magic Dragon.

"...Children live forever, but not so children's toys,

Wagons can't forever be friends to little boys..."

Oh my Daaarlin' Clementine!

Clementine: "Most guys think I'm some kind of concept; that I complete them in some way. I'm just a fucked-up girl looking for her peace of mind."

Help

Don't ask me for help; and don't make a point of not asking me either.

Undermining

If you willingly do something that you know will most likely greatly undermine your relationship with xyz, I'd have to say that you are at the point where you seriously consider your relationship with xyz rather screwed.

[for the times I've been an xyz, I humbly apologize to you]

But what if xyz values his relationship with you? What if what you do does undermine you relationship with him? Aren't you being rather selfish? Are you justified in taking this step?

Farewell

Why is it that we always love having the last word in a conversation? Its like

me: k, gtg, ttyl.

x: k, cya.

me: bye.

x: tc.

me: u too.

x: gnite.

me: ya bye.

x: bye

.

:

Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?

Now is not the right time/context to say this... I should have felt this a little earlier but anyway...

I have lost faith in the goodwill responsibility of people who are entrusted with things. Nobody can guard the guards, and hence, everybody kinda loses.

The black hole

Shortly earlier, I put up a post called The Black Box.

I think its more like a Black Hole in actuality. The tinted glass thing was good, and I suppose this blog is what a physicist might call Hawking radiation?

Anonymous

to allow anonymous comments or not - that is the question.

I'd go for allow. Gives a person the choice to hide behind a virtual veil and come clean in ways they otherwise wouldn't have the choice to.

Somehow, I've just faced a few blogs with NO anonymous commenting.

Its always hard to come face-to-face with someone who thinks diametrically opposite to you. "What are they THINKING!!!"

flirting

Flirting's like jumping off a cliff and telling yourself you'll worry about hitting the bottom once you reach there.

Voluntary or Involuntary, that is the question

"Can't help falling in love" - a song by Elvis Presley.

My question. Is falling in love involuntary? Is that you just can't help yourself? Or maybe you can voluntarily disallow yourself from loving, or voluntarily make yourself fall in love?

The line between the two may be thin...

but I have my own views...

Love is in the air.

er.

The Four

Thought out on March 6, 2010.

"Aloysius, Stanislaus... shit how can I forget... Dominic... God, what was the fourth?"

I would never have found the fourth had i not put up a plea on fb.

John Berchman.

spelling

I love the way I screw up the spellings of places I don't know how to spell.

Like mehzbaan... or mazebaan... or mehzbahn?

lol, its like doing a benny lava with places you see...

Maze-Ban - Banned from a maze?

Others have tried shit like Bang-a-load for bangalore and other such shit.

Other weird situations arise from different places having similar pronunciation: "Lets go to sippy." was that Sip-n-Bite? Or was it C.P?

still, nothing beats the PALM-EH-DOORS incident. :p

Water

Yesterday we went to Mehzbaan, and today we had to have dinner in the hostel. Among the numerous differences in the mess and in mehzbahn, I'd have to say that this time, the WATER caught my attention.

Therefore, I'd like to share a little thought with everyone... I seriously think that a cool ambition would be to start a paani restaurant.

Peace.

The communication gap

I am taken into confidence by you, whether you like it or not.

You have told me, its your choice to tell others.

The black box

"A black box is a thing that absorbs and emits radiation one hundred percent. It can be approximated by taking a ... pin-hole ..."

"I hate this about you. You never let out what you're feeling. You just stare."

First approximation: just like a black box.

Or, not quite?

"The greenhouse effect is when the sun's entire spectrum passes through the atmosphere, but due to the greenhouse gases, the infra-red radiation from the earth is not allowed to escape."

Second approximation: just like the greenhouse effect.

but still, the greenhouse effect does allow the higher frequency radiation out!

Why can't I trust? Why haven't I been trusting? You indeed have every right to hate my opaqueness: the black box that does not turn red, and then white when heated. The black box that remains blacker than the blackest of all tinted glass - a one-way show where the insider hopes the outside can perceive it without it having to lower its defenses.

ps: now that i think about it, i suppose you're mainly angry cuz every time it seems that i don't hear/listen to what you say...

sawwee!!!

Lost

I was just looking back at the older posts in this blog of mine... and, I can't see myself in them [and am having to strain myself trying to remember what I felt with respect to whom].

I hope You can.

When love and hate collide!

You never realize when love and hate collide! Why, if you did, you would end up scampering for shelter cuz you'd know I was out to get you, and make you squirm ten-fold in my insatiable wrath.

Thought out on Mar 6, '10.
Must've bin quite ... er ... emo, to have fucked my english like so.

Yearning

Is it better to yearn for something you know you can never have, or to yearn for something you're unsure of having?

Feel

I just wanna feel real love, feel the home that I live in,
Cuz I've got too much life, running through my veins, going to waste...

Shydom

I wanna be a social recluse, wanting to hide away from meeting people, afraid of the abrasions in the absence of touch; fearing seeing the unknown in the familiar; unwilling to keep pace with the flow of people's lives.
I want to get away, be with myself, stay with myself, and live for myself.
And why shouldn't I?

Musical Memorabilia

Another Brick in the Wall
-sitting in classroom with You, and You describing your dream to be somebody.. that at that moment, You were just another brick in the wall.

Wish you were here
-hearing You sing it to Yourself in the bus, or else for class. You had a real Gilmour voice whenever you sang it.

Kryptonite
-sitting under a duppatta to stave off the heat and You telling me how it was the song that got You listening to rock. Sharing iPod earphones under a dupatta is a memory I'll always cherish.

High Hopes
-the JOKE. The Hand sign. Sitting in the back of the class during english period and karaoking it at the top of our voices. Or else during lunch...

Dance of Death
-Walking to class with You each of us with a earphone in our ear. Being able to walk so much faster this way. "When-you're-lying-in-your-sleep, When-you're-lying-in-your-bed, When-you-wake-from-your-dreams, To-go-dancing-with-the-dead."

No rain
-You suggesting this song, and all of us practising it. "And I don't understand why I sleep all day..."

Open your eyes
-Oh those competitions on hitting that high note. And myself searching the net for that song and finally downloading it and playing it over and over in the ICSE..

Always Somewhere
-We went over to Your house and virtually stayed all the way till the night. In the pre-mobilephone era, with calling home and saying you'll be back later, this was totally worth it. Watching You hit the right notes at first or second glance was a total treat.

Apathetically dull

This should have been thought out on 10th Oct, 2010.
I have been metamorphosed. No, I am not diamond, marble, or any other precious rock. I have just been entirely metamorphosed by the system. A brick. That is who I am. Just another brick, unable to shift, feel, understand. A lone brick, resigned to my fate.

Whats sad, is that, I'm not the only one.

Maturity

Claim: Maturity is boring.
Proof:
1) Why else are so many people immature without the slightest sign of maturing?
2) Why else do they say that "girls are more mature than guys"? ;)*

* hey, i'm generally not for gender-stereotyping, but I'm sure that girls are quite happy being mature and guys being "fun", so its ok i guess.

For granted

"It is better to have loved and to have lost than to never have loved at all".
I love only what I've lost; after its gone.

"Tears keep streaming down your face, when you lose something you cannot replace"

Lost love

Suppose you turn down someone's love for you, and realise later, possibly years later, that it was a mistake, what would you feel? How would you react?
Would you react? or just tell yourself, "What choice do I have now."?