Saturday, November 27, 2004

I told ya...

I have an uncanny ability to spot talent in football(soccer).. i told this in 2002, and nobody listened...

Shdve told East Bengal or Mohun Bagan... imagine "noodles" playing in cal...

Gloria victis.... hmmm

Wednesday, November 24, 2004


Ill effects of watching mushy hindi movies:

0. Evolution proceeds backwards with every movie released by Karan Johar, or for that matter, any hindi movie.
1. Such polls and whats infinitely worse, such results.
2. Mass genocide in Rwanda.
3. Acute indigestion in Bangalore.

Femme gaboore(hindi women) all over the world just cannot believe that someone can not like "the cho cute" shahrukh...

This is my list of favourite english words:
1. Velociraptor
2. Knostiche
3. Epiphany
4. Surreal
5. Synchronous
6. Schizophrenia
7. Subtle
8. Abstract
9. Fetish
10. Sublime

But the best word in the English language - "Ego"....

Is smoking cool?

Smoking does not make you cool... Real coolness comes from the heart

Maybe, but isnt a diseased heart more "punk rock" than a healthy one? And punk rock is the gasoline that cool-mobiles burn to run... Gasoline is concentrated dinosaur juice.... and nothing is cooler than dinosaurs... so, smoking is cool...

surrender....very very cooling-like pethal..

Tuesday, November 23, 2004


Language – this is an issue which has stirred Madras and its politicians over the last 34 years that I have been experiencing the happenings of Chennai. It is one of the keys to the character of the citizens of Chennai. The fixation with Tamil and English both hides and reveals many facets of what makes Madras such a charming and culturally significant city to live in. Madrasis regard the Tamil language as the key to the essence of their culture. English is their window to the wider world; Hindi, an imposition of an alien, aggressive culture trying to dominate.

I have a couple of things to say about the last sentence... but that comes later....The rest of the article is much less interesting and sheer nonsense...

This reminds me of an incident... Was talking to my friend about my classmate's marriage and she asked when his baarat was... I promptly went on to ask what this baarat thing is, and guess what, i was greeted with an incredulous stare and the type of look that is bestowed upon a 10th standard child when he is caught watching a porn flick on a hot and sticky saturday afternoon or upon a person endowed with a vociferous fart puts up a public display of his vociferousness(or is it vociferocity?) over a speaker when the crowd's devotional fervour is at its peak...

The gravity of the situation overwhelmed me...

'What?' I queried tremulously.
'Dont you know what baarat is?'
'No... Its a hindi word, isnt it?' - the post-gathering-myself me

The incredulous stare upon a 10th std porn-watching boy turned into one upon a 3rd standard serial rapist.

'Dont you know hindi?' : Make that font 40 bold
'Not to this extent'
'Well, you are supposed to... Its our national language'
'So is English...'
'But...but its a foreign language'

And the pointless conversation went on....

Pushing aside all this patriotism junk, the answer is simple... India, as a nation is only 60 years old... There was no political entity called India before the britishers established the nation....Everybody was fighting everybody else... I wouldnt exactly call that a nation...

To tamilians, both English and Hindi are foreign... Where tamilians differ from the rest of the linguistic communities is that while all other languages of India were either evolved from Sanskrit or heavily influenced by it, tamil has a distinct linguistic tradition, not evolved and not influenced(very little)... And while the familiarity with English is 250 odd years, the familiarity with Hindi is only 40 odd years...I think the criticism is a bit unfair...

And i am much more comfortable with english...

P.S: This doesnt mean i am against/for certain languages... i suppose i am beyond all that now... was just trying to talk some logic... :)

Thursday, November 18, 2004

Kannada skills

ಕನ್ನಡದಲ್ಲಿ ಬರಯುವದು ನನಗೆ ಗೊತ್ತು

Monday, November 08, 2004

Humanity's subtlest sophistications:

1. Language
2. Music
3. Danish pastry,
not necessarily in that order.

Based on personal experience

Friday, November 05, 2004

Wallowing in the luxury of self pity....

Yet another batch joined the company - a new batch of people, each one more normal than the other, each one as expendable as the other... I was looking at a sea of faces, constantly moving, but with no visible features - all that it exposed was ripples of black hair and brown faces. The constant high-pitched laughter, the silly games and the occasinal glances around to find comfort in the fact that they are being no different from the rest of the silly mob, the desperation to fit in, to be a part, to belong, and to forcefully belong the non-belongers-pulling them in into their self-mockery...

Amidst all this, i found my reflection in the far away glass, not quite indistinguishable, but fast fading into the uniformity. An acute shudder started at the base of my spine, and coursed through every nerve in the body, and i found myself petrified, stunned and afraid... finally gathered myself, went to the washroom and tried to rub off the uniformity off my face- it refused to go....

I can still hear the shrieks of joy as somebody won a round of musical chairs; somebody gives her a prize for the parody that she just excelled at, and the crowd goes mad clapping...

I wish the rest of the world wasnt born.

Thursday, November 04, 2004


Counted the number of people who would really miss me for more than a week, if i happen to die now. Here is the demographic breakup

1. Madras : 6
2. Bangalore : 1
3. US : 2
Total : 9

And cooling will probably be disbanded.

Should it be depressing? Nay... i am beyond that stage.

P.S: never in one of those moods.