The concepts of dimensions and multi-verses always found a sweet spot in my brain.
This is something i found while going through old files on my PC.
A square is flat as it is a 2-D object. In a 3-D world, such as the one we live in, an analogous object would be the cube. In a science fiction short story by Robert Heinlein, And He Built A Crooked House - a mathematically inclined architect constructs a home shaped like a folded out 4-D cube or tesseract. The idea is to save on real estate costs since the extra rooms would be occupying space in the fourth dimension. This kind of a spaced out hypercube is something most of us can't imagine, leave alone visualize. And the 11 dimensions posited in the string story just give most people headaches at 11 different places just to think about it.
So now when we hear about an international team of mathematicians which have finally managed to map one of the largest and the most complicated structure in mathematics with a total of 248 dimensions, the eyes just roll back and the mouth opens to gasp in air!!! It just shows that the human brain which is primarily geared to deal with the more "ordinary" world out there, has a rather independent mind of its own which can learn to cope with extraordinary and out of this world concepts. Yet, funnily, just because some things are not easily comprehended doesn't mean we cant figure out any practical use for them. In parallel computing for example, tesseracts are used as the basis for a network topology to link multiple processors.
In other words, starting from sometime now, and increasingly so in the future, we will have to build artificial annexes to complement the housing nature has provided. Only then will we be able to truly understand the complex nature of reality.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Q. What is your middle name?
A. Swarup
Q. How big is your bed?
A. Queen size
Q.What are you listening to right now?
A. FM static
Q. What was the last thing you ate?
A. Dal makhani, roti, rajma masala
Q. Last person(s) you hugged?
A. Brothers
Q. How is the weather right now?
A. Chilly
Q. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?
A. Gaurav
Q. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?
A. Hair/Height/Face
Q. Favorite type of Food?
A. Chinese/Mugali
Q. Do you want children?
A. Yes
Q. Have you ever cried over a love lost?
A. No
Q. Last Movie you watched?
A. Zodiac
Q. Do you have any piercings?
A. Ear(right)
Q. Favorite Movie?
A. More than one
Q. What were you doing before filling this out?
A. Pucking
Q. Have you ever loved someone?
A. Yes
Q. Who would you like to see right now?
A. Renu
Q. What color are your bedroom walls?
A. Lilac
Q. Have you ever fired a gun?
A. No
Q. Do you like to travel by plane?
A. Yes
Q. Right-handed or Left-handed?
A. Right-handed
Q. If you could go to any place right now where would you go?
A. Ajmer
Q. Are you missing someone?
A. Yes
Q. Do you still watch cartoons on Saturday mornings?
A. Yes
Q. What is the wallpaper on your cellphone?
A. Designs
Q. Favorite hangout ?
A. College Foyer, Nescafe, Home
Q. 3 things you can't live without?
A. Music, Books, Friends
Q. Favorite songs?
A. To many
Q. What are you afraid of?
A. Myself
Q. Are you a giver or a taker?
A. Both
Q. What are your nicknames?
A. Kitandu
Q. What do you sleep in?
A. Shorts n 'T
Q. Stuck on a deserted island, and can only bring one thing?
A. Lappie
Q. First thing you'll save in a fire?
A. People
Q. What is your favorite color?
A. Purple
Q. What are the things you always bring with you?
A. Money, Keys
Q. What did you want to be when you were a kid?
A. Aeronautical engineer
Q. What do you usually do when the alarm turns on?
A. Run away
Q. What do you think about before you go to bed?
A. Deadlines
A. Swarup
Q. How big is your bed?
A. Queen size
Q.What are you listening to right now?
A. FM static
Q. What was the last thing you ate?
A. Dal makhani, roti, rajma masala
Q. Last person(s) you hugged?
A. Brothers
Q. How is the weather right now?
A. Chilly
Q. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?
A. Gaurav
Q. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?
A. Hair/Height/Face
Q. Favorite type of Food?
A. Chinese/Mugali
Q. Do you want children?
A. Yes
Q. Have you ever cried over a love lost?
A. No
Q. Last Movie you watched?
A. Zodiac
Q. Do you have any piercings?
A. Ear(right)
Q. Favorite Movie?
A. More than one
Q. What were you doing before filling this out?
A. Pucking
Q. Have you ever loved someone?
A. Yes
Q. Who would you like to see right now?
A. Renu
Q. What color are your bedroom walls?
A. Lilac
Q. Have you ever fired a gun?
A. No
Q. Do you like to travel by plane?
A. Yes
Q. Right-handed or Left-handed?
A. Right-handed
Q. If you could go to any place right now where would you go?
A. Ajmer
Q. Are you missing someone?
A. Yes
Q. Do you still watch cartoons on Saturday mornings?
A. Yes
Q. What is the wallpaper on your cellphone?
A. Designs
Q. Favorite hangout ?
A. College Foyer, Nescafe, Home
Q. 3 things you can't live without?
A. Music, Books, Friends
Q. Favorite songs?
A. To many
Q. What are you afraid of?
A. Myself
Q. Are you a giver or a taker?
A. Both
Q. What are your nicknames?
A. Kitandu
Q. What do you sleep in?
A. Shorts n 'T
Q. Stuck on a deserted island, and can only bring one thing?
A. Lappie
Q. First thing you'll save in a fire?
A. People
Q. What is your favorite color?
A. Purple
Q. What are the things you always bring with you?
A. Money, Keys
Q. What did you want to be when you were a kid?
A. Aeronautical engineer
Q. What do you usually do when the alarm turns on?
A. Run away
Q. What do you think about before you go to bed?
A. Deadlines
Sunday, October 21, 2007
FRIENDLY TIP!!!
Every man should learn. Thats why we go to college. We sleep through our lectures and then get ready for the paatshala - teh canteen, the hostel, the foyer, and many more places which are constantly providing us with some or the other piece of important knowledge. The following are some guidelines that every guy worth his d*&k should know and religiously follow. But before i start, let me warn you that the following rules have not been laid down by me or any one in particular and if ever you get into trouble because of these it is only you who will be responsible.
Field Guide To Being a Guy...
01) Any Man who brings a camera to a hostel party may be legally killed and eaten by his fellow partygoers.
02) Under no circumstances may two men share an umbrella.
03) It is ok for a man to cry under the following circumstances:
1. When a heroic dog dies to save its master
2. The moment Angelina Jolie starts unbuttoning her blouse
3. One hour, 12 minutes, 37 seconds into The Crying Game
04) Unless he murdered someone in your family, you must bail a friend out of jail within 12 hours.
05) Acceptable excuse for not helping a friend move 1. Your legs have been severed in a freak threshing accident
06) Acceptable excuse for not helping a friend of a friend move: 1. You'd rather stay home and watch extream sports reruns.
07) If you've known a guy for more than 24 hours, his sister is off limits forever, unless you actually marry her.
08) The minimum amount of time you have to wait for a guy who's running late is 5 minutes. Maximum waiting time: 6 minutes. For a girl, you have to wait 10 minutes for every point of hotness she scores on the classic 1-10 scale.
09) Bitching about the brand of free beer in a buddy's fridge is forbidden. Gripe at will if the temperature is unsuitable.
10) No man shall ever be required to buy a birthday present for another man. (In fact, even remembering your buddy's birthday is strictly optional.)
11) Unless you have signed a lucrative endorsement contract, do not appear in public wearing more than one swoosh.
12) When stumbling upon other guys watching a sporting event, you may always ask the score of the game in progress, but you may never ask who's playing.
13) Unless you're in prison, never fight naked.
14) Friends don't let friends wear Speedos. Ever. Issue closed.
15) If a man's zipper is down, that's his problem---you didn't see nothin'.
16) A man in the company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman must remain sober enough to fight.
17) Never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice of pizza, but not both. That's just plain mean.
18) If you complement a guy on his six-pack, you'd better be talking about his choice of beer.
19) Never talk to a guy in a bathroom unless you are on equal footing: both waiting in line, etc. For all other situations, an almost imperceptible nod is all the conversation you need.
20) You cannot rat out a friend who shows up at class with a massive hangover. You may however, hide the aspirin, smear his chair with cheese, give him missed calls every 5 min.
21) Thou shall not rent the movie "Chocolate"
22) Under no circumstances may two men share an umbrella.
23) When you are queried by a buddy's girlfriend, mother, father, doctor, you need not and should not provide any useful information whatsoever as to his whereabouts. You are permitted to deny his very existence.
24) Before dating a buddy's ex, you are required to ask his permission and he, in return is required to grant it.
25) The universal compensation for buddies who help you is beer.
26) If a buddy is already singing along to a song in the car, you may not join him
27) Before allowing a drunken friend to cheat on his girl, you must attempt one intervention. If he is able to get on his feet, look you in the eye, you are absolved of your of responsibility.
Field Guide To Being a Guy...
01) Any Man who brings a camera to a hostel party may be legally killed and eaten by his fellow partygoers.
02) Under no circumstances may two men share an umbrella.
03) It is ok for a man to cry under the following circumstances:
1. When a heroic dog dies to save its master
2. The moment Angelina Jolie starts unbuttoning her blouse
3. One hour, 12 minutes, 37 seconds into The Crying Game
04) Unless he murdered someone in your family, you must bail a friend out of jail within 12 hours.
05) Acceptable excuse for not helping a friend move 1. Your legs have been severed in a freak threshing accident
06) Acceptable excuse for not helping a friend of a friend move: 1. You'd rather stay home and watch extream sports reruns.
07) If you've known a guy for more than 24 hours, his sister is off limits forever, unless you actually marry her.
08) The minimum amount of time you have to wait for a guy who's running late is 5 minutes. Maximum waiting time: 6 minutes. For a girl, you have to wait 10 minutes for every point of hotness she scores on the classic 1-10 scale.
09) Bitching about the brand of free beer in a buddy's fridge is forbidden. Gripe at will if the temperature is unsuitable.
10) No man shall ever be required to buy a birthday present for another man. (In fact, even remembering your buddy's birthday is strictly optional.)
11) Unless you have signed a lucrative endorsement contract, do not appear in public wearing more than one swoosh.
12) When stumbling upon other guys watching a sporting event, you may always ask the score of the game in progress, but you may never ask who's playing.
13) Unless you're in prison, never fight naked.
14) Friends don't let friends wear Speedos. Ever. Issue closed.
15) If a man's zipper is down, that's his problem---you didn't see nothin'.
16) A man in the company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman must remain sober enough to fight.
17) Never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice of pizza, but not both. That's just plain mean.
18) If you complement a guy on his six-pack, you'd better be talking about his choice of beer.
19) Never talk to a guy in a bathroom unless you are on equal footing: both waiting in line, etc. For all other situations, an almost imperceptible nod is all the conversation you need.
20) You cannot rat out a friend who shows up at class with a massive hangover. You may however, hide the aspirin, smear his chair with cheese, give him missed calls every 5 min.
21) Thou shall not rent the movie "Chocolate"
22) Under no circumstances may two men share an umbrella.
23) When you are queried by a buddy's girlfriend, mother, father, doctor, you need not and should not provide any useful information whatsoever as to his whereabouts. You are permitted to deny his very existence.
24) Before dating a buddy's ex, you are required to ask his permission and he, in return is required to grant it.
25) The universal compensation for buddies who help you is beer.
26) If a buddy is already singing along to a song in the car, you may not join him
27) Before allowing a drunken friend to cheat on his girl, you must attempt one intervention. If he is able to get on his feet, look you in the eye, you are absolved of your of responsibility.
Thursday, October 4, 2007
FIX ME
If only it was so simple. If only there would have been a button you pressed and everything around you would stop for a while, and you could compose yourself. Life has been a passing moment for me lately, like that cat that passes bye and you see it through the corner of your eye....well for me that cat have been opportunities. Opportunities to bend life in a different direction, opportunities to make some one feel good, some one to be put at ease. My life is like an open art exhibition, each painting telling a different story but all together forming an ugly mix of colors.
My dad once said that part of the beauty of life lies in its unexpectedness -- enjoy it!!! But how can you enjoy something you cannot adequately understand? And i do not understand life. I had all these options, i still do, yet i can't make myself take the right step. Maybe cause i don't thing its right, maybe cause it will bring more pain than joy, maybe cause its just too difficult. I won't claim to be the happiest man alive, but yes i'm somewhere down the list.
There are apologies to be made, reasons to be heard, old plans to be executed, new ones to be chalked out. But sometimes life doesn't wait, it strains at the reins of patience, it dismisses tradition to find its own particular way. So, i just move along with it, not stopping to think twice. I wish i did.
So for now, i think i will sit back and let myself make these mistakes, find a new way to look at life. I'll just stand in the crowd and pretend to be a part of it but somewhere deep in my head there will be Chris Martin singing a song i think was made just for me....
When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
COULD IT BE WORSE?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you...
Maybe that pause button idea is not so bad after all!!!
My dad once said that part of the beauty of life lies in its unexpectedness -- enjoy it!!! But how can you enjoy something you cannot adequately understand? And i do not understand life. I had all these options, i still do, yet i can't make myself take the right step. Maybe cause i don't thing its right, maybe cause it will bring more pain than joy, maybe cause its just too difficult. I won't claim to be the happiest man alive, but yes i'm somewhere down the list.
There are apologies to be made, reasons to be heard, old plans to be executed, new ones to be chalked out. But sometimes life doesn't wait, it strains at the reins of patience, it dismisses tradition to find its own particular way. So, i just move along with it, not stopping to think twice. I wish i did.
So for now, i think i will sit back and let myself make these mistakes, find a new way to look at life. I'll just stand in the crowd and pretend to be a part of it but somewhere deep in my head there will be Chris Martin singing a song i think was made just for me....
When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
COULD IT BE WORSE?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you...
Maybe that pause button idea is not so bad after all!!!
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Filler Post
Sometimes you think of a thing to rude to be done to you by someone
and then unknowingly you go on and do it to the very same person
and then unknowingly you go on and do it to the very same person
Saturday, September 1, 2007
I WILL MISS TIM
I was never a part of the "Henmania", yet there was something about Tim Henmen that will make me miss him. His stats weren't outrageous, grabbing attention, yet they were not meaningless. They told a story about a gentleman and his hard work to achieve his dream while carrying the pressure from a whole nation on his back.
Henman was a player out of fashion. His game was not forged in the heat of a modern foundry, but stitched together by some gentleman tailor, all nice, quaint lines, no whiff of power, no scent of arrogance, just simplicity. You’d think he’d just borrowed a racquet from Fred Perry’s statue near the front gates at Wimbledon and arrived ready to play. One might say that some days he appeared a poet at a convention of rap artists.
Maybe Henmen was one of the last from the dying species of serve and volley, maybe he seemed to have jumped a few years ahead.But that guy made his mark and he will be remembered not just by me, not just by England but a large mass of tennis lovers. It is enough.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
A NIGHT TO REMEMBER
Friday, 5:15
Two bluelines, zero DTC. i am sure the bus is just around the corner.
Friday, 5:55
That must be a long corner. Where the F*&K is the bus? i bet James Bond never has such problems.
Friday, 6:10
Finally a DTC obliged on me, if only there was space i could flash a smile. Lets just hope this ends fast, my feet hurt.
Friday, 7:30
That was just a lovely bus ride, such humble people, ready to to scratch my butt for me. And Posjo's P.G. seems to be a cosy place to rest. Maybe i will do that till Posjo and Ravisha get ready--i know its not going to be anytime soon.
Friday, 8:20
I m wearing a new shirt, Ravisha looks as if she's just apparated from the sets of Shrek 3 and Pooja is wearing something she says is anti her. Pooja checks if we have everything we will be needing-- keys, money, Good clothes, right set of lies, phone and tissues. And now we are Officially ready to party!!!( that is if we reach there on time)
Friday, 8:47
Small walk till college and Posjo is already filling me up with instructions, "If u see two people of the same gender making out plz. try not to stare." Of course i wont stare.....wheres my camera?
to be continued.....
Two bluelines, zero DTC. i am sure the bus is just around the corner.
Friday, 5:55
That must be a long corner. Where the F*&K is the bus? i bet James Bond never has such problems.
Friday, 6:10
Finally a DTC obliged on me, if only there was space i could flash a smile. Lets just hope this ends fast, my feet hurt.
Friday, 7:30
That was just a lovely bus ride, such humble people, ready to to scratch my butt for me. And Posjo's P.G. seems to be a cosy place to rest. Maybe i will do that till Posjo and Ravisha get ready--i know its not going to be anytime soon.
Friday, 8:20
I m wearing a new shirt, Ravisha looks as if she's just apparated from the sets of Shrek 3 and Pooja is wearing something she says is anti her. Pooja checks if we have everything we will be needing-- keys, money, Good clothes, right set of lies, phone and tissues. And now we are Officially ready to party!!!( that is if we reach there on time)
Friday, 8:47
Small walk till college and Posjo is already filling me up with instructions, "If u see two people of the same gender making out plz. try not to stare." Of course i wont stare.....wheres my camera?
to be continued.....
Thursday, August 9, 2007
My First Car
Just came back from Ahmedabad yesterday. It was fun, no it really was! O.K. fine the rain dint let me venture out much but yes, the times i did get to do stuff was fun. Anyways i will be writing a lot about it later on but first things first -- i drove the new Grand Vitara!!! courtesy my relative's friend i got a test drive. Honestly its been not that long since i have really started to drive and i have come in agreement with my dad that "Knowing how to drive is very different from actual driving", but an offer this tempting would have been difficult for anyone to decline.
My first reaction when i seated me bumbs on the drivers seat was of familiarity, yet things looked futuristic. Everything was so neatly placed, buttons for me to fiddle with, but what if they fall off? Better not to touch anything. The ride was smooth, those air suspensions really prove their worth. I did have problems around the corners but it was mainly due to my lack of experience. The ABS and ESP really helped on those slippery roads, the car seemed to have a mind of its own, a very disciplined mind. I took my own time with the car and when i was done i just couldn't stop smiling-yes that same smile that reaches from ear to ear and makes you look like a baboon.
Ah, well what ever you may call me i just did my first test drive, will this be my first car? Na....but atleast its an option.
My first reaction when i seated me bumbs on the drivers seat was of familiarity, yet things looked futuristic. Everything was so neatly placed, buttons for me to fiddle with, but what if they fall off? Better not to touch anything. The ride was smooth, those air suspensions really prove their worth. I did have problems around the corners but it was mainly due to my lack of experience. The ABS and ESP really helped on those slippery roads, the car seemed to have a mind of its own, a very disciplined mind. I took my own time with the car and when i was done i just couldn't stop smiling-yes that same smile that reaches from ear to ear and makes you look like a baboon.
Ah, well what ever you may call me i just did my first test drive, will this be my first car? Na....but atleast its an option.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Thank you again Ishita for that delicious lunch. If there is one thing i will surely miss when you are gone will be the lunches at your place where i so shamelessly hog down all the food.
So as i sat in my room thinking out inhuman ways to steal those perfect recipes from Ishita's cook, i stumbled across a question-is there something as the "PERFECT" recipe? Is it Sanjay Kapoor's tadka, Nirma Dalal's pre-heated kdai or our mother's touch that makes that gourmet preparation a finger-licking good? Is cooking, like everything else in exsistance governed by the laws defined under what we call science? so i sat on the net for almost an hour drooling saliva on my keyboard as i flipped through sites trying to find a solution and what i found was pretty delici.....i mean....interesting.
Charles William, a senior lecturer in physics was once asked: "Is there a formula to calculate the boiling time for soft-boiled egg?". He managed to derive a formula which by the time anyone works it out their eggs will be boiled rock solid. But while what rocket science could not solve, a UK based company has come up with what they call "self-timing" eggs. The idea is to mark the surface of the shell with logos in thermochromic invisible ink which becomes dark when it reaches a certain temperature. I am sure you must have figured by now how these work...see they are simple...even you can use them!!!
So, is the technology going to solve this problem once and for all or what? Obviously not, because cooking isn't like a perpetually replicable scientific experiment involving precision conditions and quantities to determine an exact result every time, anymore, by anyone. It's an art. And in art there's no way to permanently eliminate failure or creativity. For instance, in a survey conducted last year by Waitrose Food Illustrated magazine, five chefs were asked how to boil an egg. It received five different answers with one saying to stir the egg constantly in boiling water for six minutes in order to keep the yolk exactly dead in the middle, and another maintaining it should sit in the water for 60 seconds. In fact, if they had asked a 100 different chefs how to prepare lobster or bharva baingan they would still have got a 100 different recipes--yet all of them would have tasted divine.
So as i sat in my room thinking out inhuman ways to steal those perfect recipes from Ishita's cook, i stumbled across a question-is there something as the "PERFECT" recipe? Is it Sanjay Kapoor's tadka, Nirma Dalal's pre-heated kdai or our mother's touch that makes that gourmet preparation a finger-licking good? Is cooking, like everything else in exsistance governed by the laws defined under what we call science? so i sat on the net for almost an hour drooling saliva on my keyboard as i flipped through sites trying to find a solution and what i found was pretty delici.....i mean....interesting.
Charles William, a senior lecturer in physics was once asked: "Is there a formula to calculate the boiling time for soft-boiled egg?". He managed to derive a formula which by the time anyone works it out their eggs will be boiled rock solid. But while what rocket science could not solve, a UK based company has come up with what they call "self-timing" eggs. The idea is to mark the surface of the shell with logos in thermochromic invisible ink which becomes dark when it reaches a certain temperature. I am sure you must have figured by now how these work...see they are simple...even you can use them!!!
So, is the technology going to solve this problem once and for all or what? Obviously not, because cooking isn't like a perpetually replicable scientific experiment involving precision conditions and quantities to determine an exact result every time, anymore, by anyone. It's an art. And in art there's no way to permanently eliminate failure or creativity. For instance, in a survey conducted last year by Waitrose Food Illustrated magazine, five chefs were asked how to boil an egg. It received five different answers with one saying to stir the egg constantly in boiling water for six minutes in order to keep the yolk exactly dead in the middle, and another maintaining it should sit in the water for 60 seconds. In fact, if they had asked a 100 different chefs how to prepare lobster or bharva baingan they would still have got a 100 different recipes--yet all of them would have tasted divine.
Little People Are Cool...
A little while back I was searching for the "On the Lot" movies when I came across Daily Dose of Imagery site and have been following the postings since. Then today I came across the little people's site. Totally amazing, simple and elegant. Hop over there and check out the images. Slinkachu does some amazing stuff on his site.
While you are at it and find the stuff impressive then also check Brickfilms. This is about stop motion animation and this site marries two of my favorite things together...Lego and Stop motion animation, so i like this best among everything out there.
While you are at it and find the stuff impressive then also check Brickfilms. This is about stop motion animation and this site marries two of my favorite things together...Lego and Stop motion animation, so i like this best among everything out there.
Monday, July 2, 2007
Myths and Legends
My bus trips are generally supported with a nice book and music, but a few months back while travelling from Delhi to Jaipur i met this fellow named Brad David, an american by name and accent he was on his way to jodhpur. A dedicated tennis fan, we began talking about backhands and volleys, from there we moved to the greats of the game and then we reached the U.S. open. The slightest mention of which lit up his eyes, after all he had been going there year after year. He was there when Pete Sampras cried, he was there when Agassi said goodbye....
A fan rumouredly shot in the leg. A spectator apparently plays saxophone in the crowd. Assasin-eyed Pete gets so moved he cried at one. This is the US open, believe what you will. Stars have been made and broken here. Sometimes you play under the stare of hollywood stars. Sometimes everyone goes home except the stars as night matches sweat into the open mornings.
When Connors played it was chaotic, crackling, cackling, concrete fight club where a crotch grab was like some sort of salute. Now Federer almost seems to yawn as he walks past his opponents to take back his trophy.
Its 1989, Connors,37, the only man to win the open on all three surfaces, is doing his last-man-standing thing, he's down 1-5 and goes on to lose to a 19-year-old kid with a juggler's fast hands and a blinding wardrobe.
The kid who beats Connors that day is now 36. He has said his sayonara. No one hates Agassi, not any more. Not even for marrying Steffi. He hates his twisted back. But careers mostly limp and lurch to a finish, and sloppy happy endings remain in Karan Johar's minds. Either way people wept. Once at the open, they laughed at Agassi.
Agassi changed, too. Tennis was a gamble for Agassi, shots hit without thought like careless rolls of a dice; but then he became the architect, each point finely calibrated, each match a grand design. That pale-face fellow Agassi plays in the 1990 final, his father is not at the court, he's at the mall. Nervous, understandable. Till a shopkeeper mentions his son, Oh, That Sampras kid won. This is a New York moment.
The legend that Sampras kid eventually becomes is right in front of us. He looses the 1992 final. Pressure he reasons out. Connors says its bullshit. Sampras is altered forever. An executioner is born. He wins 5 opens. equaling whom? Jimmy.
Federer has no hard edges. His game isn't rude. His feet make no noise. He is about as likely to grab his crotch as Connors is to get a full pedicure before his match. For Connors the open was like a jungle trail, but Federer has turned it into a catwalk.
The Open will stay here but the Champions will change. Each sandpapering there names amidst the steel and mortar of the open.
A fan rumouredly shot in the leg. A spectator apparently plays saxophone in the crowd. Assasin-eyed Pete gets so moved he cried at one. This is the US open, believe what you will. Stars have been made and broken here. Sometimes you play under the stare of hollywood stars. Sometimes everyone goes home except the stars as night matches sweat into the open mornings.
When Connors played it was chaotic, crackling, cackling, concrete fight club where a crotch grab was like some sort of salute. Now Federer almost seems to yawn as he walks past his opponents to take back his trophy.
Its 1989, Connors,37, the only man to win the open on all three surfaces, is doing his last-man-standing thing, he's down 1-5 and goes on to lose to a 19-year-old kid with a juggler's fast hands and a blinding wardrobe.
The kid who beats Connors that day is now 36. He has said his sayonara. No one hates Agassi, not any more. Not even for marrying Steffi. He hates his twisted back. But careers mostly limp and lurch to a finish, and sloppy happy endings remain in Karan Johar's minds. Either way people wept. Once at the open, they laughed at Agassi.
Agassi changed, too. Tennis was a gamble for Agassi, shots hit without thought like careless rolls of a dice; but then he became the architect, each point finely calibrated, each match a grand design. That pale-face fellow Agassi plays in the 1990 final, his father is not at the court, he's at the mall. Nervous, understandable. Till a shopkeeper mentions his son, Oh, That Sampras kid won. This is a New York moment.
The legend that Sampras kid eventually becomes is right in front of us. He looses the 1992 final. Pressure he reasons out. Connors says its bullshit. Sampras is altered forever. An executioner is born. He wins 5 opens. equaling whom? Jimmy.
Federer has no hard edges. His game isn't rude. His feet make no noise. He is about as likely to grab his crotch as Connors is to get a full pedicure before his match. For Connors the open was like a jungle trail, but Federer has turned it into a catwalk.
The Open will stay here but the Champions will change. Each sandpapering there names amidst the steel and mortar of the open.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
TRAPPED IN A BOX
The feeling is just not going away. I have given it time but it seems to put my mind in a hyper-extensive mode of hibernation, attempting to leave which triggers of reactions ranging from dizziness to loss of memory!!!
If i were to put this in simple language, i would have to admit i am being too lazy to lift my fat fingers and start working.
But don't worry i am coming online pretty soon.
Till then bring out that mango pie!!!
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