Free day. Cricket. Party. Chinese. Vodka. Mettalica. Fight. Blood. Water. Broken glass. Nescafe. Phone. Colours!!! lol.....frikkin college life......
Friday, April 18, 2008
JUST ANOTHER DAY
Free day. Cricket. Party. Chinese. Vodka. Mettalica. Fight. Blood. Water. Broken glass. Nescafe. Phone. Colours!!! lol.....frikkin college life......
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
THEY WILL BE MISSED
"It was a freak accident...." Thats how they explained it, thats exactly how. Maybe you too would have called it a "freak accident" if you happened to be present there, at that moment, you too would have seen - just like i did - the car hit her and go on to bump into a tree. You too would have stood there-just as i did-staring open eyed as your brain calculated fast and tried to come up with a conclusion on whom to help first. And its moments like these that the brain shuts down, refuses to take in anything. Maybe its just not manufactured to take in "freak accidents" like these. And after all would have passed, the bodies taken, the scene cleared, you would walk away- just like many other- to tell others about this "freak accident", but i din't. I stayed. Cause i knew, knew a lot.
But will they still call it a "freak accident" when the parents arrive? won't they be taken into a big room or a small room or any room strong enough to swollow there voices. Will they be told everything? the fight, the letters, the bottle of vodka, the mid-night stroll? Will they be informed about the night he was discovered outside the girls hostel having passed out only after shouting her name out loud countless of times? or that why she had been missing classes or the body pain she had been complaining about so much.
Mothers will cry, fathers will blame each other. Making one last attempt to calm their minds, to find an answer to the questions their children left them with.
But who shall i blame? i knew them well to understand that it was the circumstances that caused all of this to happen. I will sit down where we three always sat when we wanted to get away from everything and what will ring in my ears is something she said to me the last time we spoke:
"Maybe money cannot buy love, but u can end up paying heavily for it."
But will they still call it a "freak accident" when the parents arrive? won't they be taken into a big room or a small room or any room strong enough to swollow there voices. Will they be told everything? the fight, the letters, the bottle of vodka, the mid-night stroll? Will they be informed about the night he was discovered outside the girls hostel having passed out only after shouting her name out loud countless of times? or that why she had been missing classes or the body pain she had been complaining about so much.
Mothers will cry, fathers will blame each other. Making one last attempt to calm their minds, to find an answer to the questions their children left them with.
But who shall i blame? i knew them well to understand that it was the circumstances that caused all of this to happen. I will sit down where we three always sat when we wanted to get away from everything and what will ring in my ears is something she said to me the last time we spoke:
"Maybe money cannot buy love, but u can end up paying heavily for it."
Sunday, February 10, 2008
AUSTRALIAN OPEN 2008
Sport follows a plan. Every coach swears by it, every manual prescribes it. To win you need to sweat, embrace consistancy, gain a new perspective, sometimes you change tactics, sometimes your mentor. There are customs to be followed for success. Please understand.
For instance, Nadal takes his game to the workshop for an overhaul, takes the spanner to his mind, tightens his discipline. He manages to reach the semi final of the Australian Open for the first time since turning a pro. This makes sense. Logic is at work here.
For instance, Maria Sharapova oils her awkard movement, polishes her confidance, finds a new perspective to life, mentally takes a leap last year where she brakes barriers against top names in tennis. In Australia, she pushes her way to the final. She wins. no surprise is felt, her work ethic is evident, her discipline plain.
But sometimes, rarely, magnificently, sport makes little sense, it sneers at logic, it laughs at convention, it mocks every rule. Victory lands in from nowhere and its powerfull because it reinforces the art of impossible. Occasionaly it is the closest we come to magic.
What we saw at the open was exceptional. The new surface was approved by almost ever player, the pace added to the ball made tennis even more fun to watch this time.
Unseeded players making it to the final, Serbians exposing a poet's imperfections, the flaws in his meter. Stars packing bags early, players geting into controversies...it was like a priyadarshan movie.
But the end was a swan song for both the finalist, each making a mark at there standings. Justin Henin dissapointed, Sharapova impressed, Venus struggled, Sania depressed, Ivanovic came of age. But its to soon to question Federer's place in tennis. Roddick and Hewitt need a miracle, Nadal needs to find consistancy.
Whatever the outcome, this Slam was something to remember. Not just for what came on the field but also for what went off it.
For instance, Nadal takes his game to the workshop for an overhaul, takes the spanner to his mind, tightens his discipline. He manages to reach the semi final of the Australian Open for the first time since turning a pro. This makes sense. Logic is at work here.
For instance, Maria Sharapova oils her awkard movement, polishes her confidance, finds a new perspective to life, mentally takes a leap last year where she brakes barriers against top names in tennis. In Australia, she pushes her way to the final. She wins. no surprise is felt, her work ethic is evident, her discipline plain.
But sometimes, rarely, magnificently, sport makes little sense, it sneers at logic, it laughs at convention, it mocks every rule. Victory lands in from nowhere and its powerfull because it reinforces the art of impossible. Occasionaly it is the closest we come to magic.
What we saw at the open was exceptional. The new surface was approved by almost ever player, the pace added to the ball made tennis even more fun to watch this time.
Unseeded players making it to the final, Serbians exposing a poet's imperfections, the flaws in his meter. Stars packing bags early, players geting into controversies...it was like a priyadarshan movie.
But the end was a swan song for both the finalist, each making a mark at there standings. Justin Henin dissapointed, Sharapova impressed, Venus struggled, Sania depressed, Ivanovic came of age. But its to soon to question Federer's place in tennis. Roddick and Hewitt need a miracle, Nadal needs to find consistancy.
Whatever the outcome, this Slam was something to remember. Not just for what came on the field but also for what went off it.
And Sharapova, we hope you havent forgotten those roses.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
HOMESICKNESS
Something we all have experienced but never could put it down in words.
""u noe i always wondered hw ppl cud gt homesick,i alws wantd t get out of th small town,hav a bigger life,see th world,but now wen i am away frm home i realise tht i always be a small town girl .iv realised y homsickness is called a sickness nd tht hw 1 cn b home sick nd nt even b aware f it,bt finally wen it wears off, u actualy realise tht u wer home sick.
its wen u stop swichin on th wrong switch fr light in ur hostel room cos it ws th second switch frm th left in ur room at home,wen u stop luking fr paneer in th palak paneer f th mess coz u noe its nt there,,its wen u stop lingerin on th washing f th dad's muffler tht u gt frm home ur dad coz it still smells f him,nd wen u finally stop gettin nostalgic wen u see wallpapers nd screen savers f mountains on desk tops.""
""u noe i always wondered hw ppl cud gt homesick,i alws wantd t get out of th small town,hav a bigger life,see th world,but now wen i am away frm home i realise tht i always be a small town girl .iv realised y homsickness is called a sickness nd tht hw 1 cn b home sick nd nt even b aware f it,bt finally wen it wears off, u actualy realise tht u wer home sick.
its wen u stop swichin on th wrong switch fr light in ur hostel room cos it ws th second switch frm th left in ur room at home,wen u stop luking fr paneer in th palak paneer f th mess coz u noe its nt there,,its wen u stop lingerin on th washing f th dad's muffler tht u gt frm home ur dad coz it still smells f him,nd wen u finally stop gettin nostalgic wen u see wallpapers nd screen savers f mountains on desk tops.""
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
MANSIONS OF THE MIND
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.
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, 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
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