Of this. And that too.

Delhi. I land there, and I get the full deal.

Fri, 27 Jul 2012 18:30:15 +0530

I visited Delhi this week. All the nice things that happened there apart - I GOT CHASED DOWN BY 2 HUGE FUCKING BOUNCERS CARRYING HUGE FUCKING STICKS.

Yeah. That happened. Because I happened to be trying to circumvent an area with a curiously large population of sardarjis and punjabis in general who were going BATSHIT CRAZY AT A - WAIT FOR IT - YO YO HONEY SINGH CONCERT. Yeah, you read it right. That is what they call him. He has been around for a while, don’t know how I was oblivious of the fellow.

I somehow escaped unscathed. My friend’s glasses were knocked of his face and he got a slight cut.

On a side note - Yo Yo Honey Singh is the shizz yo.

Uno

Wed, 11 Jul 2012 16:20:14 +0530

“Hey man. Busy?”

“Nope. Jobless. What’s up?”

“Bored to death. Random conversation over Uno?”

“Deal, I say.”

“I watched Fight Club the other day. Sheer brilliance, that’s what it is. You know, you watch that movie at night, and you need fresh air to clear your thoughts. It takes you down to the gritty drains of American society, to the screwed up psyche of one, literally on the edge of reason. The movie takes your brain, throws it down a tunnel, plays ping-pong with it, and feeds it stuff that you’re sure, is not going to leave for a long,long time. Dude, you’ve got to watch …”

“Uno, aaand Done.”

“Ah Crap. All right, deal again. So yeah, I’m telling you, you’ve got to watch it.”

“Dude, Chill, I’ve seen it. I know it’s a good movie, but I think you’ve taken it a bit too seriously. Get this - it’s a MOO-VEE. And that’s America. Maybe the characters are not just works of fiction, but gruesome reflections of people walking in the shadows, living in the shadows, waiting to be something more, in , AMERICA. Where are we?”

“All right, all right. I get it. But you know what? There are equally screwed up people in our country too. It’s just that we’re too proud to bring it out in the open. Or scared rather. God forbid the Shiv Sena or the Ram Sene or any other they-can-kiss-my-ass Sene do something about it. Still, that apart. I know it’s a movie, and I know it shows people from the U.S. Even then, what does the movie show? It shows the impatient, neurotic, grandiose fabric of human beings, puppets working for other puppets, resolving to larger than life alter egos. Don’t tell me that’s true for human beings in AMERICA and not INDIA. Ok, I’ll give you another example. Which is your favourite comic?”

“I know where this is going, but I’ll let you take it there. All right, it’s Calvin and Hobbes.”

“Ah-ha. There you go. You love Calvin, and you love Hobbes. Hobbes is nothing but a stuffed toy. But to Calvin and to us through Calvin, he talks, and has got a brain of his own. He is what? Calvin’s alter ego. What I’m trying to say is, Calvin and Hobbes transcends geographical boundaries, does it not? Why does it do so? For in Calvin, you see every 8 year old boy, the world every 8 year old boy creates for himself, and every 8 year old boy’s partner-in-crime. Hey you didn’t say “uno” ! Ha! Pick up 4 cards, my man.”

“Yeah, yeah. One, two, three, four. There. Happy?”

“Yo. So Whatever. Fight Club is awesome. Period.”

“Whatever makes you happy. “

“Hey how’s it going with the dame by the way?”

“Well it’s only been about a month and a half. It’s good, it’s fun. But once the “where is this going” questions start, I won’t know what to say. I mean, what? I’m 20 years old. I don’t know where I’m going, how can I tell her where WE’re going? How long have we been going out anyway, you know? I don’t get…”

“Stop freaking out! She hasn’t asked you yet has she? Take it as it comes. Do the conversation Ross style. If it comes up at all, that is. She seems pretty cool.”

“Yeah. She does actually. Anyway, so done studying for the internals tomorrow?”

“Naah. I’ll take a micro or something.”

By ChelseaVsBayernMunich.com

Wed, 16 May 2012 16:40:09 +0530

By ChelseaVsBayernMunich.com

Monsters

Sun, 22 Jan 2012 18:58:29 +0530

I fear.

Even though the oddities, monstrosities, aberrations that I witness in my dreams can be believed to be projections of what I witness on the otherside,

I fear that they were still somehow conceived from the gory recesses of my own mind.

neil-gaiman: That embarrassing moment when you are caught...

Fri, 20 Jan 2012 14:03:34 +0530

neil-gaiman:

That embarrassing moment when you are caught breaking the law that you are proposing.

"I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes. Because if you are making mistakes, then you..."

Sun, 01 Jan 2012 15:13:28 +0530

“

I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.

Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re Doing Something.

So that’s my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody’s ever made before. Don’t freeze, don’t stop, don’t worry that it isn’t good enough, or it isn’t perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life.

Whatever it is you’re scared of doing, Do it.

Make your mistakes, next year and forever.

”

- http://journal.neilgaiman.com/2011/12/my-new-year-wish.html (via neil-gaiman)

"Anyone who says they have only one life to live must not know how to read a book."

Fri, 23 Dec 2011 14:33:43 +0530

“Anyone who says they have only one life to live must not know how to read a book.”

- Unknown

Things to keep in mind when on a Hobo Holiday.

Mon, 19 Dec 2011 19:01:06 +0530

bitterblackjoos:

Always steal both the armrests.

Never get anywhere on time.

Make friends with fellow passengers and con them into giving you a ride.

Pretend to lose something. Then borrow someone’s cellphone and call an ex-boyfriend.

Get into a massive argument with your shoes.

Thank your driver when you get off the vehicle. This includes trains as well.

Never pay for drinking water.

Get free meals by explaining to the indigenous people how you’d love to try the local cuisine.

Tell the children ghost stories at night. Grown ups trust that kind of stuff.

Breathe loudly in public. Follow that by explaining that where you come from, they sell fresh air in bottles.

Leave bits of yourself behind. Cut a toenail in every village.

Kiss a goodlooking stranger.

Skinny dip in the dead of the night. It’s truly the only way to feel human.

Sit at a busy spot and make hurried notes every time someone catches your eye.

Dance like no one’s watching you. (Keep a hat around for change).

Don’t ever come back.

Forgotten. Not.

Sat, 10 Dec 2011 11:23:00 +0530

I spoke to an uncle of mine this last Sunday. “Aaj kahan bulaya hai usne?” he asks me, referring to my alleged girlfriend (she is a Madhwa Infosys developer, it seems). After my usual goofy-laughter-response and some pleasantries exchanged, he asks me what I plan to do on this Sunday. I tell him that my friends and I might go watch a play - which is when he starts reminiscing.

He spoke of his theater experiences, one of which particularly stood out. He mentioned a Tamil play - Vietnam House (Vietnam Veedu, originally methinks). Oh I apologize if anything here turns out to be a spoiler - what follows is me extrapolating my uncle’s words. So, Vietnam House revolves around a typical small town Tamil brahmin household, at its helm an honest and hardworking patriarch (Shivaji Ganesan). In such a household, my uncle tells me, the swing plays an integral part. Now that I think of it, every movie I’ve seen that has a south-Indian-village-house setting - there’s a swing in that house.

The play follows the travails of Shivaji Ganesan as he valiantly juggles his family and his work. At a certain juncture, this patriarch of the family happens to be indisposed and the household has to function in his absence. As much as Shivaji Ganesan essayed this role with authority, his absence was to have as much an impact on the audience as his presence. The director of the play managed to portray this absence of a patriarch in a way that left an undying memory in my uncle’s mind for presumably over 30 years; his instrument being - the humble swing. The swing, from where the patriarch meted out the decisions that were to be ceded to unconditionally. The swing, which he graciously shared and allowed for a bit of banter over. The swing, which was his metaphorical throne.

The swing was now empty. Showing signs of life only when moving to a passing breeze.

I can only imagine how the scene must have been. So poignant in its simplicity, and undying in its ephemerality.

In the same vein, here are five scenes from films that I personally find to be such that are not easily forgotten. Most of you will already know the movies I’m going to quote here - I’ve spoken about them to the point of (your) exasperation.

1. Garden State ending scene. The bit I like, 4:14 - “So, what do we do”?

2. Awesome Lucy Liu as the fantastic O-Ren-Ishi chopping of a deterrent mafia boss’s head with aplomb - Kill Bill

On to slightly depressing stuff now.

3. Ralph Fiennes as Amon Goethe in Schindler’s List, shooting Jewish workers. As if it was him drinking milk with his breakfast.

4. Unforgettably distressing final scenes from Requiem For A Dream. (Embedding was disabled, here’s the link)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uuzNohk5cYw

5. And to lift the mood. There is no way I am leaving this out. Enough said.

I should talk to my uncle more often.

Bassekou Kouyate plays the Ngoni. According to him, the...

Mon, 28 Nov 2011 10:16:39 +0530

Bassekou Kouyate plays the Ngoni. According to him, the instrument was around before Jesus Christ was born, and is the seed for instruments like the banjo and later on the guitar.

xombiedirge: Dark Knight Character Design by John Paul Leon

Mon, 21 Nov 2011 20:42:00 +0530

xombiedirge:

Dark Knight Character Design by John Paul Leon

O good-looking-woman!

Sat, 19 Nov 2011 12:46:00 +0530

O good-looking-woman with hair, soul-of-the-world

Searching your hiding eyes are for whose sign

O good-looking-woman with hair, soul-of-the-world

Searching your hiding eyes are for whose sign

From one gathering to another o flame, where are you roaming?

From one gathering to another O flame, where are you roaming?

That unknowing fellow I am searching,

That cuckoo in love fellow I am searching

After putting on fire, the fellow has hidden off

that moth fellow I am searching

Hot they are, fast they are, these looks of mine

Then will come in handy these cold arms of mine

You will be found in some road somewhere

Please, I am love, I don’t stop anywhere only

I am also shadows of alleys

sometimes here, sometimes there

Evening onwards, something and all happens off

And my magic also becomes young

*Come On*

O good-looking-woman with hair, soul-of-the-world

Searching your hiding eyes are for whose sign

From one gathering to another o flame, where are you roaming?

From one gathering to another O flame, where are you roaming?

That unknowing fellow I am searching,

That cuckoo in love fellow I am searching

After putting on fire, the fellow has hidden off

that moth fellow I am searching

Keeping quiet, what is this new style of yours?

Some new colour only you are today

Tonight, I have become from what to what

Your plain-ness has been sacrificed

I am also shadows of alleys

sometimes here, sometimes there

Evening onwards, something and all happens off

And my magic also becomes young

*I Say*

O good-looking-woman with hair, soul-of-the-world

Searching your hiding eyes are for whose sign

From one gathering to another o flame, where are you roaming?

From one gathering to another O flame, where are you roaming?

That unknowing fellow I am searching,

That cuckoo in love fellow I am searching

After putting on fire, the fellow has hidden off

that moth fellow I am searching

Please wait, tell what your name is

My embarassments, their loyalty is my name

Murder you do and go, this loyalty is great

Innocent this disposition of yours, is great

*Once More*

O good-looking-woman with hair, soul-of-the-world

Searching your hiding eyes are for whose sign

From one gathering to another o flame, where are you roaming?

From one gathering to another O flame, where are you roaming?

That unknowing fellow I am searching,

That cuckoo in love fellow I am searching

After putting on fire, the fellow has hidden off

that moth fellow I am searching

"It’s not easy, but if you accept your misfortune and handle it right, your perceived failure..."

Wed, 09 Nov 2011 20:49:54 +0530

“It’s not easy, but if you accept your misfortune and handle it right, your perceived failure can become a catalyst for profound re-invention.”

- Conan O’Brien in his absolutely epic Dartmouth graduation commencement speech

"The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but..."

Sun, 06 Nov 2011 20:14:40 +0530

“The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.”

- Finally read Animal Farm. What brilliance.

How do these brits sound this funny?

Thu, 03 Nov 2011 22:26:50 +0530

How do these brits sound this funny?

My music, according to my Dad.

Wed, 02 Nov 2011 20:14:00 +0530

It is but common that if you drop in to our humble abode in Whitefield between 6 pm IST and 7 pm IST, you would see in the television a very shiny lady or gent - with expressions that would entail a significant amount of mirth in the beholder - expounding Carnatic music seemingly from the very core of their innards. This, philistines, is the Tirumala Tirupati Devasthanam channel playing their daily dose of live Carnatic music. Now, as much as I appreciate many forms of music I am hardly a classical music connoisseur. And as much as I am not a classical music connoisseur, I am an incredible buffoon.

On this fateful day, there is a shiny lady on the stage. She is apparently singing a song of the same Raaga as the Nagumomu song. My father says this aloud for the benefit of my mother and I. My father also says he quite likes that Raaga. The Lady On The Stage is going through the Aalaapne. I find it funny. I derisively and audibly, snort. I am an incredible buffoon.

Now my father isn’t really of the combative I-will-get-back-at-you breed.

Or so I thought.

This just happened to be one of those things that tick fathers off. He says, “I’ll show you your music?”. I say, “Err.”

He ducks in, resurfaces.

He has in his hand a non-stick pan and a knife. He clangs said knife on said pan repeatedly near my left ear. And says, “Metallica”.