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the search for a new name has begun. ahem. now, why would you want a new name for a persona of yours that is supposed to be a mask for you albeit online? i mean, there is definitely something fishy there. walked a bit today. i mean really. more than enough to digest the extra heavy meal at Khalsa, while managing to have more than an unfair share of professors and other assorted amusing creatures stare at me and the fellow walker who was walking beside me to the highway. again, rings a bell somewhere. why am i here again? can't seem to remember. something hazy about karmic imbalance or  stuff in the background. waiting to get my hands on Keep off the Grass. let's see when the promised copies reach the campus. have pretty much migrated to flock for a while, laying off FF2 completely, somehow in two minds about FF3, still feels like a Release Candidate ver3 only. when are they ever gonna take care of the memory leaks? what does one do about beetles the size of a fist. i mean really, when they keep banging against your door in the dead of the night and manage to rouse you from your half dead state continually? or about bats that cling to the wall right above your door? thankfully they are much smaller than the beetles, but still, they present a more scarier scene if you really think about it. hmm. wonder what porky did about the bat yesterday. only time will tell i suppose.this post is officially too messy a thread to follow now. Time to go. Time for getting back to the muzic collexion. adios.

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funny shit happens. way too much,
way too often to even start mentioning here.
so just thought i'll leave a random assimilation
of pictures for today. cheerio. :)

Mesra Morning

True, its a drag getting gout of bed. Especially when you just closed your eyes when the clock read 2 am. 5.30 am is not supposed to be a good time for people with nocturnal habits. Good time to go to bed bad. Bad time to get out of it. Nevertheless, considering the water scarcity, its better to get your daily affairs down while wter is still flowing from the tap. And it has it rewards. Getting up early, not the other bit I mean. Well of course that has it salient features to but I'm not going into that here.

Sitting on the terrace, the warm sun warming my face and soothing my twice dead eyes. Watching majestic raptors swoop around on the lower lawns. Seven of them. It's like the group decide to put on an early morning air-show. I ain't quite sure if they are kites or eagles, but I'll hazard a guess they are the former. One retires every now and then to go sit atop the spire on the main dome of the Institute. The bird's antics, together with the lush green lawns that are soaked n fresh from the last two day's downpour make getting up totally worth it. Now for some coffee to make it perfect. If only the Hoggers were here to go to an early morning breakfast with, it would have be Heaven itself. Funny, that the best times we had have had were spent thinking of the outside and now that they are on the outside, they pine away for this place. The Rabbi put it nicely, when he said something to the effect that he lives on the fence, thus having access to both sides and finds both side green. No need for comparison et al.hmmm.

The same old story everywhere. Rang De Basanti. DJ quipping to Sue about how the world danced to his tune inside of the campus walls, and how he would be dancing to the world's tune outside. Hence the preference to stay in. Tim Lakh Lakh Tim Tim Lakh Lakh.

Well, the birds have taken off, and while I don't exactly come in their weight category, I must try and do the same. Time to fly.

The Eagles are coming

The Return of the King, J.R.R. Tolkien

Kansas City Shuffle

just emptying out all those muzings et al.

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I am stable most of the time : 3 am musings : MPB
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It has been a long time since i actually got to sit down and write sumthing. had been planning to blog on the last two trips, but all the flights and trains turned out to be ones that didnt favour my wish. or so it seems to me atleast.add to that a general feeling of Lebowski-ness.
Have learnt a few lessons tho. No matter how much you know, there is still a lot that you don't. and this fact should and ought to make you a much more humble person for it.
anyway, back to the present. have to write to fatash.it's been a while since i was in touch with her. honestly. the last time we talked/chatted/cursed each other, i remember her suggesting that i should get medical insurance before going to NUS.i mean honestly.medical insurance.a chap who aint telling his folks about a trip abroad,who is stone broke to shop for himself on the trip. such a chap actually going and getting medical cover for a 40 hour stay. so not happening. so so not happening. when you actually come to think of it, it does seem that life has become easy on the whole. true, it aint exactly fabolouso, but still is rather heavy on the take-it-as-it-comes-why-bother-getting-up sorta side of life.
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smiling away so many stirred senses upto a point of desperation turning into a weird sublime literary outcomes hovering in a undefinable region between sanity and insanity from a mundane perspective?

(what the hell is that???)

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Humanity takes itself too seriously. It is the world's original sin. Had the caveman known how to laugh, history would have been different.

The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde

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(the snowflakes) the endless repetition of an ordinary miracle.

Snow, Orhan Pamuk

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A Kansas City Shuffle is when everybody looks right, you go left.

Lucky Number Slevin, Mr.Goodkat

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Mom : Computer = Time Wasting Activity.
Me : well, i'm gonna be paid for that soon.
Mom : hmmm. no wonder they gave you a job after you spent the morning reading Calvin & Hobbes.
Me : boing boing

a recollection of the last fortnight

enough lamenting and putting off the inevitable. you gotta do what you gotta do. so atleast let's get on with clearing the cache of drafts that were, well, drafted. so enough time spent staring at the picture of that simply great tasting half litre drink in front of you.cause it aint available for within a range of thousand miles and 90000 seconds from here and now. so, as i was aptly saying. let's get on with it.

this was written before arriving in the state of Jharkhand, aboard that wonderous thing that shuttles me between the national and state capital in one piece with amazing regularity every 3 or so odd months
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• Bought two books, which i aint supposed to. Thus the hiatus from buying books is finally ended. Funny that the books should be The Everest Hotel & The 3 Mistakes of My Life.

• Have a runny nose, have had enough fluids, sadly they have been all ice cold.

• Have also released enough fluids through my epidermis for the entire week's worth.

• Have enjoyed talking nonchalantly as I orbited CP thrice with nothing to do. Thank network providers for bringing STD and roaming into the comfy zone at long last.

• Read Corridor by Sarnath Banerjee. This is where Digital Dutta apparently is introduced into this universe. Need to go and find the Jehangir Rangoonwala, the bookseller who sits in CP and tokes up, and is knowledgeable of all things inane. Moving to delhi, even if only for the two months of training, seems to have its prospects seeming nice right now.

• Made these random notes on the way:

Tom Holt / The Split Infinitive / Digital Dutta / Jehangir Rangoonwala / Ibn Batuta

• Alex Steinwess : The inventor of cover art for recorded music : 1938

• Saw the Jhoomo ad for the Delhi Metro Citi card. Liked it.

• Screw Spicjet for splitting the seam on my bag, and screw me for not checking it before exiting the airport. now i gotta haul the overloaded bag around clutching it to my chest like im a goddamn idiot looking for a place to blow up.
  

cut to the next day, after a long night spent in a train coach with the most overzealous AC i have ever encountered.

cramped on the side upper berth. if you have sumone you want to lovingly release your angst upon, and have some cash to spare, book em on one of these seats on a train journey thats over 2 days long. justice shall be served.cold and cramped. oh and its especially recommended for all species that reach 180 cm or more from ground level. so. another train journey behind me. spent discussing the aesthetics of movies, downloading blah blah blah. The usual stuff, only overlaid with a very serious dose of graphic novels etc.

MPB says I was headed down the path to doomed destruction anyway. She just happened along and speeded the journey up ever so slightly. Like the very useful sister in the sandman, appearing on cue, working perfectly by suggestion, then disappearing instatnly, leaving behind only the sound of her wings. Departing.

anyway, spent most of the time back home running around to get a BSNL line installed and broadband up and running on it.
(as of noon, June 6th 2008, it works!) that, and getting my broken laptop back into one single piece, and fiddling around with the other phones and the virgin ThinkPad. am i a spoilt brat? the answer is irrelevant. hmmm.
dunno why Adrian Veldt just popped into my mind. that's a darn funny idea. from here to there. what would it take to become Ozymandias? wonder wonder wonder. have spent more time studying this week than i have done for the rest of the year that's gone past. guess there's some justice in that, all things said and done.

one thing i dont get tho :

why isn't TCS good enough for anyone? why the what next question everytime? why why why?
whatever happened to revelling in mediocrity? is that still legal?