Ennui v 2.1 ( an upgrade)

another arbit post on nothingness, have been really vela enough to fill in all this thrash. The copyrights to Emily dickinsion's poems should be bought by some really good rock band, i seriously vouch for the fact that they would be awesome rock ballad's , atleast her 4th set, she is one of the best poet's i've ever read, i actually have'nt read that many, another arbit thought , why cant i use any other punctuation mark other than the comma?

Well firstly it is one of the easiest one's around, a comma gives you a feeling of continuity, an innocous comma just extends a sentence, it gives you a sense of completeness rather than what the full stop gives you, it is not exactly a dead end, it is something which can give birth to another stream of ideas after it is placed and it is also very useful for people who tend to give their written lore a harried speech or rather the ramblings of a bored,confused,mad,pricky,pointy,amorous,articulate,astounded, well you get the point, now let us see how the comma originated, or rather where should it be exactly used, i remember reading an article about the comma, from wiki "According to the Oxford English Dictionary, the word "comma" comes directly from the Greek komma, which means "something cut off" or "a short clause", me actually never knew that some comma's had a special name to, again from wiki" A comma before the word "and" or "or" in a list of more than two things is called a serial comma, or an Oxford comma:" oopsie me never learnt this from wren and martin, a book which is majorly responsible for the way i write without following any grammatical rules, another fact about this chut little character again no point in qouting the source again and again "In many European languages, commas are used as decimal separators. The only English-speaking country which uses this convention is South Africa. Thus, "1,5 V" means "one and one-half volts" Hmm can't write any more technical drab about the comma, According to me a comma is a lover's continual of a sentence, chee how seedy can i get, it is the continuation of the unfinished symphony, lemme end this sentence here for a comma can also mean that you never know when to finish a sentence

Miracle

Every drop of rain that falls in Sahara Desert says it all,
It's a miracle,
All God's creations great and small, the Golden Gate and the Taj Mahal,
That's a miracle,
Test tube babies being born, mothers, fathers dead and gone,
It's a miracle,
We're having a miracle on earth, mother nature does it all for us,
The wonders of this world go on, the hanging Gardens of Babylon,
Captain Cook and Cain and Able, Jimi Hendrix to the Tower of Babel
It's a miracle, it's a miracle, it's a miracle, it's a miracle,
The one thing we're all waiting for, is peace on earth - an end to war,
It's a miracle we need - the miracle, the miracle we're all waiting for today,
If every leaf on every tree, could tell a story that would be a miracle,
If every child on every street, had clothes to wear and food to eat,
That's a miracle,
If all God's people could be free, to live in perfect harmony,
It's a miracle, we're having a miracle on earth,
Mother nature does it all for us
Open hearts and surgery, Sunday mornings with a cup of tea,
Super powers always fighting,
But Mona Lisa just keeps on smiling,
The wonders of this world go on,
It's a miracle, it's a miracle, it's a miracle, it's a miracle,
The one thing we're all waiting for, is peace on earth and an end to war,
It's a miracle we need, the miracle, the miracle,
Peace on earth and end to war today,
That time will come one day you'll see when we can all be friends,


this is all that i have to say for arsenal being in the finals of the championship

Ennui v .1.01

" No man is an Island
Iam Cutting the oars to build a fire
to keep me company"

Patriot: a dialogue

They say "You never think of your nation as a benign cancer"
"I say forgive me can cancers be benign ?"
They say " The greatest country in the world thinks it is.."
" I ask how can a country be the greatest when it never defines It's own boundaries"
They say "Never think of your nation as a static piece of land, It is an ever evolving mass"
" I ask pray tell me is the imposing of your culture patriotism?"

They look at me astounded " Yes that is the true sign of a person who worships his country "
"I look around despondent and ask what about patriots in other places?"
They say "They are not patriots "our neighbours" they are nationalists"
" I laugh and agree that they are nationalists"
p.s I dont get my head chopped off

place and time of the dialogue:
Circa 2045:The U.S.A
1938: Somewhere in the nazi regime

Another dialogue

DEATH is a dialogue between
The spirit and the dust.
“Dissolve,” says Death. The Spirit, “Sir,
I have another trust.”

Death doubts it, argues from the ground. 5
The Spirit turns away,
Just laying off, for evidence,
An overcoat of clay.

"Emily dickinson"

Save the sparrow:

http://www.birding.in/birds/Passeriformes/Passeridae/house_sparrow.htm

Iam not exactly an Ornithologist, i cant name birds except for the few very popular ones, but i do find the sight of them really cheerful on a nice wintry morning, well this post was supposed to about the house sparrow, or the avian erat which inhabits most cities, they have been one constant companion throughout my life, the first place i missed them was noida, i could never see a sparrow, try whenever i wake up, moved to delhi,there the sightings atl;east happened, pilani was full of them , coimbatore, never really rememebr seeing them, atleast not in the current house we inhabit:

bangalore, i actually am yet o see a sparrow, i stay at IIM Bangalore, a really beautiful campus, an oasis of green in this concrete desert: but Iam yet to see this chut little bird, ven on campus, maybe Iam not looking at the right places or Iam not being observant enough , I still can't understand what happened to this birdie;

I have a weaver bird right outside my window, he is actually decent company, manages to wake me up every other morning, but still the sparrow is a sparrow, the last sighting i managed to make was in a small town some 45 odd km from banaglore, had gone down with some friends for their rural mktng project, for linguistic reasons,

There in the middle of the day, i saw him , the first sparrow after almost 800 days, that single sight was worth travelling for some 2 odd hours on a pathetic road, maybe i could have seen him earlier, but thi little fella was special, he was right there in the middle of the town's market:

this post was supposed to be made some n days ago after the sighting, well really do hope someone takes the sparrow under his wing , just like the tigers have been taken, hopefully not handled the same way as them , Sarsika was a disaster: My descendants are most likely gonna be seeing either genitically cloned big cats or stuffed ones at some nice club:

I dont know anything about the status of the sparrow, i could actually do an itsy bit of research before posting this , but i have'nt seen one in ages and i do believe my eyes, it is just gonna happen like what happened to the vultures, they just faded away, all i can see in the sky is R.K Laxman's favorite birds, :

This link has some nice videos and snaps of what else the house sparrow
http://www.arkive.org/species/ARK/birds/Passer_domesticus/

Btw they are on the high conservation list atleast in britan, when we guys can't stop poaching some 3000 odd tigers available in the wild, i seriously believe no one is gonna give a damn about this little creature,

I would love to say adopt a sparrow now:))

P.s
My posts suddenly seem to have taken a weird turn, i promise no more posts like a place called home and all: will add two more dialogues tonight

Quit smoking

Ok It has been time and i have to stop smoking, before it becomes too late,
when did i start smoking? i presume, It was after my 12th board exams before i joined pilani. I smoked about a pack of cigarettes before i joined pilani, started smoking in my 2nd term again
let us put a timeline
2000- started smoking
2001- doing about a pack a day
2002- increases to about 15-20 cigarettes a day
2003- shoots upto 20-35 cigarettes a day
2004- mayhem , smoke about 40-60 cigarettes a day
2005- Restoration of sanity- back to 20 cigarettes a day increases after june to about 30 odd cigarettes a day
2006- still on 30 cigarettes a day

April 19th 2006
write this post out of desperation have to quit smoking! high time i guess

Phase out : Plan to smoke about a pack tommorow, nothing more , nothing less,

Have to stock my room with fruits and other eatables, so that whenever i feel like having something , dont start smoking

Now a daily timeline for the initial phase

7.00 a.m :Smoke the first cigarette
8.00 a.m:breakfast: Smoke the second cigarette
10 a.m: may smoke a cigarette
12.30 p.m:Have Lunch: Smoke 4th cigarette
3.00 p.m:have coffe smoke 5th cigarette
5.00 p.m:smoke 6th cigarette
6.45 p.m:smoke 7th cigarette
8.00 p.m:Have dinner: smoke 8th cigarette
9.45 p.m:smoke 9th cigarette
10.30 p.m:snacks and a late night snack: smoke 10th cigarette
12.00 p.m:smoke 11th cigarette: have to avoid this or cut down somewhere in between


Now let us see if i can adhere to this schedule: starting tommorow, the nicotine withdrawal phase
Money saved on a daily basis : about Rs 55 a day
Health gain,: hopefully should be there

3 months from now 2nd phase commences:
which would be 5 ciggies a day

6 months from now: cigarettes only after Grub and during drinking sessions

12 months: ought to quit this by the time i graduate and move on to cigars

ought to find another addiction

Arbit post v1.9

Talking of indian writers in english, i always felt that they were a little bit sad, except for rushdie, he was quite a master and he has been losing his vison to cionjure stories, shalimar the crown was a farce, so was fury, even the highly hyped satanic verses was also slighta shallow, shame, ground beneath her feet, and midnight's children are the ones which i would rate really high.

R.K Narayan , a highly acclaimed author never really interested moi, i always found his tales really simple, and not exactly to my taste, accepted it is his simplicity and his characters who are really not affected by any major event happening around in the world are what he is famous fopr, but sometimes it is just too simple and straight, never could appreciate him much:

others, vikram seth should be working for balaji teleflims, he would do really welll, after reading a suitable boy, which is not at all different from another one of our tele serials , i did not even bother to read an equal music, hopefully he writes something that will make me change :((, but mostly not in the near future,

ruskin bond was brilliant, i still remember "A room on the roof" which i read when i was about 9 years old, he really was good

chk this link

http://ruskinbond.rediffblogs.com/

I feel too lazy to do the html temp for the link, so just copy paste it

Now what is the point of this post??

Hmm i wanted to write about the doyen of ind Lit : R.K narayan and why i dont like him:

1) too simple
2) Too real for my taste
3) there is never a protagonist who is the archetypal Hero
4) Everyone is so really good( as in there is usually no really negative characters in any book)
5) it is too direct
6) There are never any hidden agenda's no plots
7) the visual imagery was never that real, it was like being at home and watching a family show
8) No takes on anything
9) His entire book was set in a isolated world , where things that happened anywhere else never had any real effect, except for the quit india movement
10) they do sometimes tend to drag a little bit
11) i still consider malgudi His best character ever. unfortunately he could never make any of his protagonists the way he made malgudi.


will edit this post if i can think of any more stuff

P.s i love the way he represnts a place , that is one really good thing about his writing, the Cities or villages are always Full of life , even though a distant one:

Reading R.K Narayan is like having curd rice, with the pickles proving a small hint of taste once in a while

Buddhabrot and Buttarchives:

The profile pic on my page is actually quite interesting:

Chk out this link:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buddhabrot

Both me and beedi are gonna write a series on Bhattad , planning to do a post a day:

let us see how it goes:

Chk this even if you dontcheck the above link, introducing the World;s First Transvestite Superhero: BUTTman:

http://buttarchives.blogspot.com/

The comic strips will be up, once when i learn to draw:

A place called home: Part 1

Stayin at Bangalore, u mite presume is one of the best things to happen, I also thiught the same, i loved my hometown Coimbatore, a nice quiet sleepy City, full of Millionaires and Lots of little hills to trek all over the place, Traffic at it's busiest junction could be the compared to that on Bannerghatta road on Sunday afternoons: But Of course it does have all the necessary aminities like a Pizza Hut and an Adidas Store, the only worry i ever had was what if the communal riots that rocked the place in the late 90's would recurr??

I actually was not at all affected by all that Bombs going on out in the city, we lived in quite a sensible neighbourhood, where the only explosion was that of a gas cylinder which claimed the life on unlucky fellow :

It has been eight years if I'am correct Since those stupid riots, It is still the same city, a pLace which I could actually call home: I never really stayed at a place long enough to remember it as well as this City,

Madras---->Gudiyattham----->Vellore---->Manathavady----->Dinanagar----->Awankha----->Coimbatore---->Pilani---->Bangalore---->??

I presume other than 3 places all the other places can't be exactly identified even with a map in your hand

Was born in Madras have quite a Huge bunch of relatives out there, usually people whom i tend to sty away from , the exception being my sis who currently resides in chennai, I kinda always liked the place, the city was Sultry, dirty, Full of Cranky autowallahs,and a lovely beach,

Madras was the place I always used to go during holidays, from all those places where I stayed in, we used to spend about 15 days at madras, followed by a trip to salem , then to my mom's ancestral place Theevatipatti, another curious thing, almost all the villages near Omalur which is near salem have names which end with a patti, Pusaripatti, neikarpatti are the ones which i remember now, when i take a bus from coimbatore to Bnagalore, You usually pass through all these places.
I have'nt actually gone there in some 7 odd years : Theevatipatti was usually loads of fun, almost all my Maternal cousins would Land up there, and we used to be a huge bunch of people out there, I used to lead my cousins on treks over small hillocks , there used to be loads of them: We used to play cricket, and loads of stupid word games, and maybe ludo and Trade too, All i rember was that these excursions started getting a little bugging after i turned 12 odd, I was heavily into books then, Had read almost all the books that were at home, I actually was quite a heavy reader then, two newspapers, Time, Reader's Digest, India today and 3-4 Novels a week( and the odd debonair which me and my friend hammy used to flick from his uncle)of course noone knew about this extra bit of reading. when books happened, U actually did not want to travel when u could do it sitting at the lawns on a nice sunny day during winter.
then the trip to my dad;s ancestral place Pullur, it is actually quite a small village, It got it's own bus service sometime in the late 90's : to reach there, you had to take a bus to chennai from salem. This village was about 225 Km from Madras , u had to stop at a get down at a place called Veppur , Pullur was about 5 odd Km from here, once in a while You would get a taxi , which usually was a rare sight in those parts, but yes there was this ambassador which i do remember: otherwise, there used to be someone from my grampa's farm out there to recieve as anytime of the day, there used to be this rickety Tvs 50 , which used to carry our luggage, while me and my family walked , This was when i was about 8-9 , that is when , u actually did not mind walking, Papa used to tell us a story usually,and it used to be quite nice, u were the only people on the road, another Vivid memory is that i actually never remember anyone wearing a pair of trousers, of course the kids and the early 20 group did wear them, : it used to be a place full of vesthi's ::

There was a small rivulet on the way, which as far as i remeber was always a dry bed, there was another one about 2 km from my Grampa's place, It was called by a quite peculiar name, which I cannot recollect now; We used to go to that place with an uncle, there used to loads of my relations all over the place, all of them owned land and somehow, you came to Understand that everyone you saw was a relative, There used to be one really Old Thattha, he was somehow related to us , and he served in the indian army and actaully fought in WW II, he was fighting for britan in europe, he stuck out as an oddity , because he used to converse in english with all of us kid's
He was another nice story teller:
Speaking of story telling, Both My grand mom's were brilliant, they used to be a source of brilliant entertainment : even when a televison was there, I stayed with Thatta -Patti In vellore for a year i guess, My uncle was also there, while my parents were at Manathavady: Gotta end this post, It is getting quite long and i have'nt even finished the chennai part,: will post later::


P.s got a nice background for my blog, It is a painting by dali, It does make reading it quite a bit troublesome , but actually not taht many People read it, If u are reading it Please scroll Down, It becomes quite clear on the Top Right:

And the usual : It is gonna be full of spelling mistakes, and Ylrs'que sentences as alllen calls what I write

Lucifer (A dialogue)

"They call me a fallen angel"
I deny That
I say i was martyred to the cause of equality
"They remind me It was not equality for what i was exiled"
I say your belief makes you overlook the obvious
" They say belief is a part of creation"
I say belief is the lens through which the people see
" They ask me do i believe ?"
I say i believe in creation but not in a creator
" They ask if it was not for a creator where would I be ?"
I say Iam there because i exist
" They ask how do you exist if You were not created "
I say i exist just like the craetor has to exist for creation
" They tell me It is a paradox "
I agree Remind them everything is a Paradox
" They ask me if everything is a paradox, why is there reason? ""
I say I'm tired and have to take a bath and will ontinue the dialogue in the next post

Wanderer In The Sky

I'am just a Wanderer in the sky
Pink Pink I'm slated to die
Iam a Villan fated to cry
Iam a Messiah wanting to kill
Iam a werido with Chutpzah
Iam a gringo ringing a bell
Iam a lunatic Blessed with sanity
Iam a picture waiting to be framed
Iam a Pitcher waiting to be filled
Iam barren with Kids
Iam a sadist who believes in not eating chicken
Iam Hope within misery
Iam the the dot of light in a black hole
Iam Smoke without ashes
Iam what Iam
Iam ........ lucifer with a Pony tail


arbit piece written before a bus ride to delhi from pilani circa 2004( i guess)