Saturday, December 20, 2008
There were severe storms near my place a month ago and the government in their very cunning and jackass-smart way of insuring popularity, declared funds of two grand for every family with a ration card. And in my family, there were two ration cards... that meant we could get four grand on the whole. And actually, the rains weren't thaaat bad. But hey, free money is always a good thing!
And so, the ordeal began. Since it meant that all families with ration cards would be gearing up for the same thing, we knew it would be tough. And when we did reach the public school where the funds were being given out, we knew we weren't mistaken. The school had a really REALLY vast playground and the place was overflowing with people! People from all walks of life... rich ones who still wanted the money... not so rich ones (like me) who could use the money... and the poor ones who needed the money! But in India, when you have a lot of people all vying for the same thing and a very little amount of patience, things start to get interesting (or vexing depending upon your position in the whole ordeal)!
There were two queues actually... one for the men and another for the women. And the one for the women was actually twice as long as the one for men but surprisingly, the women were getting the work done twice as fast as the men were! Is this a sign that women are better or is it just that the women-folk tend to get what they want and no force known t man, God or whatever can stop them!(That gives me a very nice feeling, you know!)
And so I stood... and kept standing... and standing.... almost getting there.... Gosh... I think I've lost feeling in my left foot....there goes the right foot!
To be standing non-stop isn't that bad. But when you're forced to watch a cat fight in the making, it can get tiring! It all involved with these huge women (their BMI must've left the solar system a long time ago!) and how they sat down in the queues when they could stand no longer! (Can't blame them!) Now the queue is a dynamic entity... it moves. And so, these women would have to get up every five minutes or so only to plop their vast rear-ends to the ground half an inch away. So, these genius ladies overcompensate by sitting yards away. Having confirmed their position in the queue, they fall back in line when the queue's moved a considerable distance forward. Ah! Clever... so you'd think! But there are women who barge in along with the genuine members when the queue begins to move after a loooooooong time (think in hours here). And this automatically leads to cat-fights!
It's strange how these women find the energy to fight when they've been standing in the sun for four hours straight! The Human body and mind never cease to amaze me! And it makes me wonder... is the money worth all this trouble? And then I remember... I can keep five hundered from this amount! And I continue to endure the pain.
And by the time I'd gotten my hands on the two grand, I was strangely feeling very refreshed! This led me to walk all the way from the school back home. A walk that was atleast three kilometers long. Now that isn't exactly a marathorn distance... but when you've stood in the sun for four hours straight, had nothing for lunch and still accomplish the feat... now that's worth blogging about!
I know I will be sleeping like I'm brain dead tomorrow. But hey! I'll be a slightly richer brain dead person and I've gotta wake up some time or the other! ;D
Friday, December 19, 2008
Yes! Until the fifth of january, this baby is going to paint the city purple! (psst... I know it should be red... but purple's better ne? ;D)
Oh... and a couple of my friends are starting blogs. And that means, Kikyo here will be preparing free banners for them! This is to get back the touch I had with photoshop. And moreover, they get a free graphic! Win-Win I say! :D
That's it for now people! Let me sit and lounge and marvel at the art of doing nothing! Ahhh... I am in heaven... or the closest I'll ever get to it!
Saturday, December 13, 2008
We're here to hear my views on Karinui - the ending song for the anime 'Jigoku Shoujo' (Hell Girl).
The story is about this Enma (a Japanese spirit from Hell) who avenges people for a fee (she gets to take the avenged to hell once they kick the bucket!). Strangely she's named Ai, which in Japanese means 'Love'.
She was actually brutally murdered by her village people who thought of her as a seed of evil. And they sought to bury her alive. The true blow fell when her good friend caved in to the pressure from the villagers and threw the first fistful of dirt into her grave. She rose from her grave soon after and burnt the village to the ground and as punishment for that act of vengeance, she was ordered to ferry spirits of the dead to Hell. And well... she's been doing it for more than 400 years now!
And I feel that the ending song - Karinui (Basting) suits Ai's personality like a glove.
It speaks of despair... of hope like a moth that's stuck in a spider's web... it struggles only to stay still again.
I'm including the lyrics of the song and the translation to let you guys know what I mean!
Omoide o tsunde kimasho Hana o tsunde kimasho
Mune no yami ni ichirin sashi kazaru no
Itsu datte ikidomari de Kesshite nigerarenai
Sora no tori e kanashimi nose tobasu no
* Koko wa karinui
Iki mo kaeri mo
Sugite yuku wa yume
Hi ga kurete kage o kakusu Hitori nakitaku naru
Kuroku nijimu hitomi no naka kowakute
Koko wa karinui
Iki mo kaeri mo
Tsuite kuru wa kaze
Sukoshi dake yorimichishite naita…
Let’s pick memories; let’s pick flowers
I’ll raise a ring to the darkness in my chest and decorate it
At the dead end all the time
I can never escape
I’ll let my sorrow ride on the birds in the sky and fly
* This place is the basting
The eternity that
Whose going and returning passes by me is a dream
The sun sets and hides the shadows; alone, I feel like crying
The centers of my eyes that stain black will grow afraid
This is place is the basting
The eternity that
Knitted the world
Whose going and returning follows is the wind
I strayed away for a moment and wept…
The song is so poetic and sad... and the singer, Mamiko Noto, her quiet, soft and yet beautiful voice makes the song take on such myriad shades of emotions! The first time I listened to it, I was like.... Beautiful! Just... Beautiful!
So do try to listen to it guys! Even if you don't understand the lyrics... it will move you!
P.S. Karinui is most often seen in kimono where the fabric is not stitched on purchase but has to be sewn every time it is worn and then the stitches are removed on removal. This saves the silk from damage and the kimono does not lose resale value! (if you know how much a good kimono costs, you'll know what I mean! ^__~)
Hope you guys get to listen this wonderful song! Ciao for now!
Friday, December 12, 2008
The same thing we do every night, Pinky! TRY TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD!"
I had my workshop exam today and all I'd like to say is - "PHEW!!!" Glad that's out of my system! And I had my library membership activated! Now all I've to do is swipe my ID card and I can have all the books in the world! MWAAAHAHAHA! (Okay... just four books at a time but...)MWAHAHAHA!!!!
And ladies and gentlemen, please put your hands together and give a standing ovation to my first library book(that's made it out of the library) from Anna University this year!
"STATISTICAL MECHANICS By RYOGO KUBO"
And he's a professor from the University of Tokyo! Talk of coincidence! ;D
If you want to know more about him, check this out! - >>Clicky Clicky!<<
And this is an excerpt from the conversation I was having with my friend, Sonia (Hiiii!)
Scenario: Canteen, CEG, Guindy.
There was this guy who was waiting for his coffee and well... he was a little good looking... all that deep and emotional type!And we managed to see that!
Me: Hey... that boy there's quite cute! Or is it just me?
Sonia: Nope... it's not you. He is cute.
Me: Hmmm... okay...
Sonia: He seems so depressed and morose and homesick!
Me: Yeah... he's just waiting for some girl to come hug him tight and tell him all his boo-boos will go bye bye! But I'm scared how his stainless tumbler would scar my forehead.. so I don't think I'll go there!
Sonia: *sigh* all the good ones are either taken... or younger!
Me: Yeah... now that you've mentioned it! Darn!
Sonia: *gets up* Might as well go and bury myself in my misery!
Me: (ever the quintessential cheery one!) Don't worry! You just wait girl! You'll meet this really cute Japanese particle theorist and you'll fall in love and get married and discover the glory of GUT!
Sonia: *blank stare* (by now, she wasn't the only one doing that!)
Me:(Still oblivious) And just imagine what you could name your kids.... If I had a Japanese particle theorist for a husband, I'd have him name our kind - Ashon!
Me and Sonia: Though judging from half the genetic makeup he'll have, Moron would be a better choice!
Me and Sonia: Oy vey!
And if you haven't guessed it already, my next exam's on Monday - *drumrolls* Classical Mechanics and Statistical Physics!
Sigh... for some reason, I feel like quite the selfish apathetic female dog that I'm not sure if I am...or not! Oh well... that's yet another story!
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
I guess the wound was kind of unsightly because as I shrugged off the pain and proceeded to college, I could find a lot of my friends going 'sssssssss'. One of them dropped the bottle of water she was holding... makes me wonder... Hmmmm.... maybe it's time I concocted vivid narrations as to how I incurred the wound. *evil grin*
And as for the exam I had on the same day... I think I'll pass. It was getting a little difficult as I had a bruised back, a full bladder and the inferno known as Gauss divergence theorem to deal with - at the same time! You do the math people! (No pun intended... and if you didn't get that well...eheh...)
I've got Workshop Technology tomorrow or as my dear friend Sido would say - "a man's job!"
Makes me want to wish I'd get sucked into some parallel dimension where I'll be crowned the saviour of their universe and never have to worry about another lathe or drilling machine or some other horrendous contraption along the same lines!
*Sigh* like many other things in my life... wishful thinking!
Ja... I'm off people! Will keep you guys posted... If I live through the ordeal that is! MWAAAHAHAHAHA!
Monday, December 8, 2008
I guess I should advise my other friends to start writing about puke now! ;D
And my parents are hunting for a good car! And their indecisiveness is driving me a little up the wall! DECIDE ALREADY!!! For once I'd like to tell them - 'You're selecting a car! Not a life partner!' But then I realize that my next meal depends on my dad's cooking skills and Mom's dough and rubbing them the wrong way will not exactly work in my best interests!
So I shall endure! I SHALL ENDURE!!! *thunder and lightning in the background*
(It's not technically business as there isn't any commerce involved! Oh and a link-back to my blog would be appreciated but isn't mandatory. I just don't feel like asking people to do that. I don't like advertising much strictly speaking =|)
Hmmmm.... Makes me wonder how people around me see me. I'm really trying hard to find a group for myself but somehow, it's like trying to break all rules of Elementary Physics trying to do that - leaves me totally drained and well... off the mark!
And last night... I seemed to have regrets regarding a lot of things... something I normally don't have. And all of this makes me want to just lock myself in a well padded room and bang my head really hard! LOL this is so unlike me.... but what's like me? Is what I believe myself to be what I really am?
And yesterday's comment... there aren't any readers for my blog except for perhaps one person who comes now and then when he's immensely bored... well made me think... It's not like everybody else gets scores of Anonymous comments. Mostly it's from friends! Does this mean I *GASP* am friend-less?! Or is it that *GASPITY GASP* I'm boring?! Oy Vey!
Argh... I think group theory is getting to my head! And life was so much less complicated when all I needed to worry about was what Hotohori would say about this! Why did I have to grow up!!! How I wish I could just stay twelve for the rest of my life and dream of meeting the fourth emperor of Khonan sometime in the distant future never to come!
Ahem... I think I've ranted enough! Thanks for dropping by... if you did that is! =D
(P.S. None of these rants should be remembered for more than a minute post reading! Heheheh...a clown...that's what I am! =D)
Hmmmm.... it is true what they say.... Points of view are meant to differ! I mean come on! I shall vehemently not believe you if you were to tell me you didn't think of what I know you were thinking!
And kinda funny how there aren't any women buying snow shovels! Hmmm... I guess it IS a man's world out there after all! =D
(P.S. No sentiments were meant to be hurt in this post. And if you feel hurt, how about I buy you some candy and we forget all about it? ;D)
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Okay! Okay! I know this is getting out of hand! But hey! I had nothing to do with it! There was this website that took your photos and worked on resemblance with 'celebrities' based on reference points and guess who I resemble! Jessica Alba! (Did I just hear something crash there?-_-;;)
Okay... this does do my self-esteem a little good. But truth be told, there are certain facial structures between the two of us that are kinda alike - like the shape of the eyebrows, the cheekbones, shape of the eyes, basic nasal structure... But somehow, I don't think I'm gonna get calls for acting in Hollywood just about yet! (I cannot believe I'm actually saying this! I've completely gone crazy!)
And the other celebrities that I resembled were -
- Jessica Alba - 83% (And somehow I don't think this is going to end well for me!)
- Beyonce - 80% (I'm gonna get killed for this!)
- Kajol - 78% (Yay! An Indian!)
- Audrey Tautou - 73% (the Lady who acted in "The DaVinci Code"! I thought she was so intellectually pretty!)
- Nicole Linkletter - 72% (She's some really famous American model...this is getting weirder by the second!)
- Alicia Keys - 71% (Hmmmm.... Glad I didn't get Amy Winehouse! ;D)
- Anna Paquin - 71% (She who was 'rogue' in X-Men the Movie. Ahem...The Dali moment just set in, folks!)
- Diane Kruger - 68% (German born actress and model!)
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
The other day, I was browsing through different blogs here, in Blogger, when one particular blog caught my eye. It just said, "Letters" and well... I was intrigued (I can get intrigued by the littlest of things, I tell you!).
So, naturally, I clicked on the link and was soon on my way to that said blog. When I did get there, I found that it was a blog that a random Indian girl was maintaining and it was in the format of many letters written daily. And no cookies for guessing who they were all addressed to.
It goes without saying that the whole blog was very sentimental, passionate and kinda too mushy for my taste. And she went on to mention (to 'him' but I was reading it...er... get it?) that she was writing all that she felt about him in that blog...all that would hurt him if he came to know or things that she was too hurt to talk about.
It makes me wonder now... I wonder how many such blogs are out there? And I don't understand how they can have such patience to sit down and pen down such feelings so... so... I don't know... constantly!
And I don't think things shall bode well for her if her guy ever comes across that blog! I think he'll feel asphyxiated! But hey! he could be on of those types who likes all the attention he gets!
It is amazing how humans act when in love! These people could be those typical Indian couple who act all proper in public but deep down inside would love to hug and cuddle in public. (And I have nothing against public displays of affection - except when I'm having PMS! ^__^;;) and online, this person gets all the anonymity to express themselves! If what they feel is so strong, why don't they say it out right at the face than go about a 'so-round-about-way-that-I-might-just-go-back-to-the-past' way?! I know I would! (But then again... subtlety was never my forte!)
I know for sure, I wouldn't be thinking of my boyfriend 24/7! And heck! That would mean I'm obsessed! And though there are a lot of things out there that would get me obsessed, I don't think men fall under that category (nor do women...if you catch the drift! ;D).
Does that mean I'm not normal? Or does that mean I shall lead the Human Race to its destiny? (oookay... too far fetched! I know!)
For now, I think I shall just sit here and freak out about Fourier Series and if I ever get interesting things happening, I'll drop by to let you all know! :D
Ciao for now!
Hmmm... was pretty easy actually! Now I must muster all strength to give my best in the exams to come! :D
Wish me luck people!
P.S. The transport system in Chennai (the buses) can be such a pain in the rear end! (literally...try their seats, you'll know what I mean!)
Sunday, November 30, 2008
And at the same time, I want to really thank the brave hearts from NSG for all the help they've done in exterminating this threat! And I feel a little sad when I think of all the lives that were lost in this ordeal... May those souls all rest in peace.
And for once, the focus was on the army! It's sad how they're thought of only when they're needed and the government can be so mean when it comes to giving back to the armed forces! I'm talking of the people who risk their lives to make sure you and I live on to see tomorrow safely! These are the people who don't cringe at the thought of spending winter in Siachen or the summer in the scorching deserts of Thar. They are our real heroes and for once, I was so glad the politicians were not involved....which reminds me... where were they?
I hope the government has some really convincing reason why such a terrible breach of security happened in the first place (and blaming pakistan's all fine and dandy but if we weren't so stupidly negligent about border securityalong the waters bordering our nation, the blames come a little too late and a little too blunt!).
And just so the world knows, we (Indians) aren't intimidated by this incident and for all those tourists and travellers who're thinking if India's safe enough, Please do come again! Fear's their best weapon and let's not give them the satisfaction of getting to use it!
Thursday, November 27, 2008
And suddenly I ask myself.... What the heck am I doing?! And from deep down inside, I get the answer... from a voice that sounds as though it is submerged in the very waters that I now behold outside - I am idle.
There are sayings in every culture of the world that idleness is akin to evil. But I daresay I agree not! Right now, as I am idle, I find that I am in peace! And to ruin this state of such delicate balance with pretentious shows of work would be such great folly!
The cold is slowly seeping into my skin... a refreshing feeling... like tiny bursts of life suddenly awakening all over me. And the sights around me show such beauty that had been asleep in the heat of the blazing sun...
A shade of green hither before unseen! A scent hither before unsmelt... and sounds as ancient as the world around me.
I am gazing at a ritual that has been happening even before the first human took his pioneering steps... even before the first predator stalked his world-ignorant prey... even before the first tree opened her leaves to the would outside...
And as I stand there, the cold spray of moisture dampening my outstretched arms, I realize... I am one with the rain... and I am in peace.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
And what does one do when that said 'one bag' has a broken zip and you can't use it without it gaping open like a hungry alligator, showing the whole wide world how many electives you picked up this semester? No... you don't howl in a corner and rant on about the injustice of the corrupt 'zipper' industry. You send it to an expert who repairs it! And that is exactly what I did. And I thought I could manage for one day... no big deal! But oh boy! Was I wrong or what?!
Since, The Bag wasn't available, I decided to use another one... one that I really liked (but was never a substitute for The Bag). But just as I finished stuffing three record notebooks inside and my wallet to boot, I realized one important aspect of its design - it was not meant to carry huge lunch boxes. And I had a pretty big lunch box. And so, I ad to make do with a plastic cover and let me tell you... carrying flimsy plastic covers in overcrowded public buses is such a nuisance to everyone around! And it's a wonder the thing didn't spill, giving everyone near me a face full of sambar!
And once I was ready to come back home (I'd given away all the bulky record notebooks by then), I was so relieved that the day was done! And every time I saw someone with a backpack on their back, I glanced down at my messenger bag that was stuffed to the brim with my things and sighed... I would soon get my trusty The Bag back and there would be joy!
But Nay! The supposed 'expert' is probably so intrigued (or baffled) by the mechanism of the zipper that he still hasn't fit one into my bag! And well... I've to wait another day to get my dearest - er I mean, trusty bag back!
And dad wants me to take another backpack to college... a particular bright red one. I should say it wouldn't be safe carrying it around campus. I still feel shivery when I think of how I ran the fastest I'd ever run as I tried to out-run two fashion conscious dogs on the streets, a few months ago... the last time I ever took that backpack out! And my campus is teeming with dogs...really huge well fed dogs who can run really well! *Gulp*
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
And then she went on about how her son and I, friends since we could remember weren't talking to each other like before. And as for this, I wonder if she goes out of her way to go talk to people who hardly say 'hi'!
Oh well... it made me realize how we start with certain relationships, thinking they'd last a long time only to find that bonds are broken and faces forgotten.
And strangely, I don't blame her or her son for this. We all grow up... acquire different tastes in acquaintances and well... we drift apart. It is an integral part of every person's life... something everyone has to go through whether they like it or not. If that's the way we choose to look at life, I swear we'll be able to handle heart breaks and friendships gone sour better!
It makes me feel so liberated all of a sudden! And this way, I don't have to blame anyone. It's better this way than to go sulk in a corner over friends moving over and lovers dumping you! (but in the case of a romantic relationship, the person initiating the break-up should also act a little considerate!)
Life moves on... time heals... the mind forgets... and soon the heart follows the mind.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
I told her I didn't want to distract my readers with blinkies and other pop-ups and that's why I'd never actually gone for advertisers. She laughed at me, "you're such a fool! You can make tons of money!"
I agree... we can. But do I need to have ads in my blog just for that? And moreover, my blog doesn't cover just one specific field. It's a place where I write what I feel. To let other people put their unsolicited thoughts through it is akin to letting someone walk through my head and muddle with whichever way they please!
If the Blog is for a business concern or if it's like a tutorial site or one where resources are offered, having the relevant ads makes sense. But here, having ads would only lower the personal touch that my writings lend to the blog.
I'm still not sure how many people actually come by regularly to read my blog or if I indeed have any reader-base at all! But hey... I started this blog to please the writer in me. And that person doesn't need an audience to deliver!
So, I know just what to say when the next time, someone asks me if I've placed ads in my blog...
"No. And neither shall I! Not on this one!"
Sunday, October 19, 2008
- It's always better to be sick at home where there are people to take care of you. Falling sick and then realizing that there's no one around to help you would thoroughly distress and depress the invalid! (I'd be distressed and depressed!)
- The more potent the antibodies, the greater the chances that I'd end up throwing up! (I did it once! :D)
- Never EVER take up Avomin with your regular course of 'killer' antibodies! I could actually visualize the war going on in my stomach's insides! There were the antibodies that were screaming 'Let the Bile flow, me hearties! AR!'
And there was Avomin... the lone ranger, standing like Superman in his spandex pants and briefs... wedgies hidden underneath a billowing cape proclaiming 'Not so fast, my friends!'
And where does this leave me? Hmmm... I'll tell you - tossing and turning in bed, cursing such profanity that I'm sure even the Devil was covering his ears in modesty! Sometimes... it's just better to let it go...even if you have to bend over the toilet bowl and sound like Gollum's long lost cousin!
- Never ever should I worry about Lab reports! At least not when I'm sick! The reason - my lab partner is such a prat, there's nothing I can do about it! So might as well shrug and get used to the scolding to come!
- Constant coughing only tires your abdominal muscles. It does NOT give you a six pack! (I wish!)
- Sickness is one of those times when I wish they had taste bud transplants! I've completely lost track of what 'sweet', 'salty', 'sour' and all their intricate combination taste like! All I can bloody taste now is 'BITTER'! And *sob* it's getting worse with time!
- I can lord over my parents when I'm sick! (It would help if I wasn't so sick and I could still do that! Hehheh....eheheheh... *sigh*)
- I get drunk over two tablespoons of *cough* cough syrup. ALRIGHT! I can't hold my liquor in! It's not like I actually drink! So *BLEAH*! But I do remember (vaguely) that I made a total ass out of myself, messaging silly poems to a friend! I guess death by antibody overdose isn't that bad an idea now!
But seriously... I can imagine myself being the pretty young thing in a red sequined dress, sitting in a lonely bar... the bartender walks up to me and asks for my order and I smile mysteriously and reply, "A shot of Corex with a dash of Benadryl... stirred not shaken." Hmmm... Not bad! I might just about start a new trend here!
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
And before people go tutting away to glory telling things like Fan-Fiction is so un-original, I'd like to tell them this; It takes a heck a lot more of creativity to actually write a good fan-fic. That's because there are greater number of constraints on the writer to stay true to the orginal writer's canon. (And no... it's not something that blows things up! Oye Ve! :D)
And well... ever since I started college, I'm finding it extremely difficult to actually update my stories on a weekly basis! But I do manage to sneak a chapter up every three weeks or so... And since I'm really particular about the way I present my story and how it unfolds itself, I tend to take my time in reading through the draft and making a million changes before I actually post it! And well... I was doing this when I came across some of my creations from the past (read: 'ancient' past) and it suddenly occurred to me how I have evolved as a writer!
Some of my oldest stories strike me as such immature ramblings of a child fantasizing about a world she so dearly wants to be a part of... a world where she doesn't have to sit alone and wile away her time to nothingness... a world where she's surrounded by her idols and they're actually her friends and treat her as their equals (I would positively die if Hotohori were to propose to me! Ai Eärendil!).
And so, it's understandable that some of that unbridled enthusiasm leaks onto the story like how Orange juice stains your old Polaroids in a weird tone of Sepia.
I hope there are many other similar writers out there... and well... this post is dedicated to all you folks!
And for those who're about to let the world in on your first fan-fic, congratulations! It doesn't take much guts to actually start a story. But to actually publish it online, where the whole world can give you a piece of their mind... it's plain scary in the beginning! And it takes a helluva lot of courage to actually attempt this leap!
And here are some tips for all aspiring 'fan-fic' writers out there! (Please note that I'm no expert in the art of writing... I'm learning this art as I go. And well... sharing some of my pointers does NOT make me authoritative in judging other people and their writings!)
- Don't worry too much about your chapters and how it sounds... if the english is appropriate enough! The main objective is to present a story and what's the fun in doing it if nobody understands what you've written! Sure that doesn't mean that typos and spelling mistakes are okay... but hey! Writers are human beings as well! And a couple of typos is not going to bring about the end of the world! But... when you write a story on Tolkien's Lord of The Rings completely in SMS language, believe me... unless it's a parody and a sarcastic dig on the present generation's dependence on the Mobile phone, you're not going to fool anyone!
- Get the whole scene preplanned in your head. This is not the same as getting the whole story planned. You can have a skeletal plan all made up. And you can add interesting flourishes to the bold strokes. This really helps if you have a vague idea and are not sure where you're heading. You can always come up with brilliant sub-plots as you write! But the main plot has to be thoroughly thought out and should not be weak! And yep! That means you don't end up in some weird parallel universe and every single hot guy there falls head over heels for you - unless there's a greater plan!
- A writer's journey as a...well...writer is quite akin to how a tree grows. The bark still has the rings from the past. And in the same way, each of the stories is a remnant of the past. And one should never forget these remnants. In my case, I marvel at how childish my plots have been and how my style of narration has evolved over time.
- Never write stories for the sake of (positive) reviews alone! Sure! Getting reviews that praise you is always such an encouraging factor. But that's not the reason we write stories! We write to make ourselves happy. And well... nobody's going to spout out a classic on the first try. Criticisms are meant to help the writer. And as for the flames (read harsh feedback that hardly points out the mistakes)... no 'real' good writer/critic would flame another writer's work. So, if you were to get 'flames', you can always ignore them!
Saturday, October 11, 2008
It makes me wonder... how many of these 'well meaning comrades' actually are well meaning? Mom's been on the phone non-stop, sharing tid-bits of information and gossips about the poor ailing friend - details like how he got the problem, what he's doing, if he will survive at all... things like this.
And I should say I truly pity that person. Sure... he did misuse the 'pan supari' a lot. But that doesn't mean every single friend should call him up and tell him that! For the love of God, he knows that already! It's almost like the time when you've failed an entrance exam and everybody calls you up and offers their condolences and chides you (in a well meaning way they say!) for not having studied well enough!
It makes me wonder... how many of these friends are actually aware of the fact that rather than offering him solace, they're actually making him go through a maelstrom of emotions ranging from guilt to self-hate?
And Mom wants to visit him. I wonder how many have already paid him a visit...silently tutted at his follies and sighed in sadness outside? For once, I wish that if people don't have something consoling to say, they should just shut up and not say anything at all!
Mom is busy exchanging numbers with her numerous 'well-meaning' friends, behind me... hoping to get that person's number. And for once, I wish she'd look up and gets the hint! Leave him alone!
But I guess she'll never understand.
The ones who constantly talk seldom listen and in silence, one can find all answers...
Yeah... it was nice having him here. He's sure a wonderful friend to have around! And since I'd missed his birthday party (Him living in Hyderabad right now is a really good reason for that! And that my parents will freak out if I were to ask them to let me go to Hyderabad for a party is also another equally good reason!), I bought him a wallet. Believe me... he needed that! That.. and the latest edition of Scientific American. (oh and I didn't get to read that... T~T)
And as for the other things that I had to do... eheh... you know me... hardly did anything else! Oh well... I'll finish up with the Engineering Graphics and the 'fan-fiction' today. As for the rest, there's always tomorrow!
Sigh... somehow... I feel so bored with the way my life's going right now... And hearing the kind of fun they have in Hyderabad, I can't help but kick myself in the rear for not having cleared the entrance exams for HCU!
Oh well... what's happened has happened!
Yes... one more thing. Mom's friend's been diagnosed with Oral Cancer. And he's an avid fan of the infamous 'pan supari'. He's not attending any calls as he can't speak and his condition's progressed to the secondary stage. Well... at this rate, he has a 50% chance of surviving. Let's hope he does! And let this be a reminder for everyone who finds pan tasty or addictive!
Enough lectures! I shall leave ye all in peace for now! Sayonara, minna!
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
And so, I've formed an itenary of certain things that I'll be thinking of doing in these hols!
- Work on my Engineering Graphics! I plainly am behind schedule, having missed a day's worth of classes thanks to a badly swollen foot! (that is a looooong story my friends!)
- Get a move on in my 'fan-fiction' department! It's been ages since I've actually done anything here. And my poor characters must be feeling so left out and lonely!
- Study for Classical Mechanics test that may happen at any time! I know I did my last test quite horrendously! And the reason wasn't because I didn't know anything... well... I have two words for an excuse! INFORMATION OVERDOSE! Oh and work on some complex analysis as well!
- Try my hands on some Photoshopping and other such equally artistic endeavors!
- Meet up with a very special friend who is dropping in just to see me! *sniffle* it makes me feel so special! *cries* Ooookay... Oh well... was bad at dramatics anyway! And Ken, if you're reading this... I'm oh so glad you're here, buddy! Love ya!
- Hmmm.... is there something else I'm missing? Oh well.. this is all I remember for now! I guess...
P.S. Somehow... I'm not that impressed with this post... it misses something!
Sunday, October 5, 2008
But as the fates would have it, I was deigned to study and toil for two years in this place that I had hoped would not avail itself to me.
And now, three months into the course... I'm left to wonder. What is it that makes people go Ga-Ga over Anna University anyway?!
And I'm still no closer to obtaining the answers! But now, I'm sure of one thing! Anna University is a brand one can sell really well outside and I was made aware of this particular fact last sunday.
I usually attend free lectures on Physics that's organized every Sunday in Madras University (they share the same campus with Anna University). And since my commuting to the University involves atleast an hour's worth of bus travel, I had gotten myself a bus pass. This piece of thick paper ensures that I don't have to pay for one to and one fro journey between my house and the University. But... this is valid only if I were to have a special Identity card that is given with this thing.
As is the case with almost everything in India, none of the conductors even check if the cards that are waved from the far end of the bus is valid or not. They are ideally asked to tick against the date printed in the card and verify the ID cards. But mostly, the card holders are the ones who tick it off... and well... if I were to see anyone verifying their own ID cards, I'll find it very hard not to laugh out loud!
So was the case on Sunday. One glance at the blue and white tip of my bus pass, the conductor had asked me to tick it myself. And I dutifully did that! But then, I hadn't brought the ID card with me. But since the ticking was done, I figured it wouldn't be a problem.
But my assumptions were to turn awry once I got off at the University bus stop. There were three people dressed in stern khaki uniforms waiting to check all our tickets and bus passes. When I proudly showed the ticked off bus pass, he merely mumbled for the ID card.
I had a million trumpets going off in my head when I realized that I did not have my ID card with me! After about fifteen minutes of haggling with the officers, I had reduced the fine amount from a hefty Rs.500 to Rs.100. But the problem was that I didn't have that much with me.
I guess they thought I was this poor studious girl who didn't even have enough money for a fine. And when they learnt that I was actually a student of Anna University, that sealed their impression of me!
They patiently waited till I got the money from the ATM (I could've ran away... but they had my bus pass with them!) and when I gave it to them, one of them quickly reminded me.
"Nee nalla ponnu ma... athu thaan Anna le padikkiriye! Nallavangalukku thaan kedaikkum. Athuthaan unakku nooru rubaa thaan vaangunom."
(you're a good child dear... you're from Anna University after all! Only the best and the good ones get in here. That's why we're reducing the fine to a hundred bucks.)
Oh gods! If only they saw the state my class was in! If only they saw how dim-witted most of us appear in everyday classes! If only my substitute Math Professor had heard this statement!
Well...In the end, I had saved four hundred rupees and also made an impression on the inspectors! I'm sure there is many a soul wishing to get into Anna University...
I've one piece of advice for them - the course may not be thaat great. But I assure you... you're treated like royalty outside! ;P
Saturday, October 4, 2008
It's kinda amazing how many friends I have and yet... somehow, I've never 'had' friends... if you know what I mean. It's almost like I'm this free electron in a metal which belongs everywhere and yet doesn't belong anywhere! (Note to self: Too much Material Science!)
Oh well... I'm thinking why this is so. The other day, I was invited for a conference call where one of my friends was celebrating her birthday, and we were all planning to wish her for her birthday. And for some reason, I felt like I was totally invisible and the others were talking of a million things I didn't understand. It could be because I had left that place and am currently in another location all together... and somehow... they've moved on... makes see how insignificant you can be. And for some weird reason, I seem to be the only person with nothing to do!
Makes me wonder why... how... but I am still no closer to finding the answers!
Ai Eärendil! I've made it into quite the rant!
Oh well! Enough with this! At least I'm enjoying of what is left! And hell yeah - I know more about Bleach and Inuyasha than anyone else out there! (or so I'd like to think)... but somehow, I have very strong suspicions that my myriad (weird) interests distances me away from the crowd around me! And I fear that if I were to say this out loud... they'd think I'm being a) paranoid b) sulky and a whine or c) all of the above!
So, to all those souls who're reading this! Be like whatever you were! To tell you the truth, it would feel mighty weird if I was noticed all of a sudden... oblivion is actually not that bad a state you know! :)
As Contemplated On Saturday, October 04, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
And the result I got was.....
*cue for drum rolls*
But If there are people out there who think this is 'fake'... *snort snort guffaw* 'fake'... get it? Ahem... okay... so, if you think I got the wrong result, comment ne? I wanna know how fake I really am...
Two of my friends have left the city. One for Hyderabad and another all the way to Germany. I hope both of them get rich fast! *winkwink nudgenudge*
And well... life in my case goes on... and on... and on... I currently find myself working with abandoned fan fictions. I have missed a lot of fan base thanks to the fact that my days are completely filled with lab reports, pop quizzes, incessantly annoying lab partners and other such mundane but unavoidable things!
Let us all hope this delay doesn't push me off the 'good writers' list soon!
Signing off for now!
Thursday, September 11, 2008
My leg is swollen. And so I took a day off (Now you know why I'm blogging! ;P).
And it has been close to one month since college started (maybe more... but what the hell!). And there are so many things happening right now!
We're having Mechanical Engineering workshops and engineering graphics classes! And for the life of me, I don't know what I'm doing welding things and melting iron! especially when I wouldn't ever be taking any further courses in either! Oh well.. atleast this means I get to try new things...
And my Math professor's such an angel! But he's currently on leave and we have a substitute dropping in. He's made us see how much our old math professor's has done for us... our new professor's the exact opposite of our old one.
Thank God he won't be around for long though!
And my classmates are from the deepest part of the state.... mostly not from the urban side of civilization. And well... that makes our classes interesting to say the least. There are a few who're from the city though and I've already made friends with most of them. They're all a nice bunch. But even then... I still feel like there's something inbetween them and me. As though we're both facing a transparent wall of sorts. I guess time will take care of these little things...
And as for the course, I should say I'm finally at peace with myself. I'm back to doing what I like. (I would've loved taking up Theoretical Physics... But Material Science is better than Software testing anyday! And mroeover...I guess one needs to be smarter than what I am!)
That's it for now I guess... I still feel like I've more to tell. But all that can wait.
As Contemplated On Thursday, September 11, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Sigh... I'll have much to learn! And not enough time! *sob sob* This is just to let all those people know I'm a bit tied down at the moment. But worry not! I will come back! :D
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Well.... it's official now. She'll have her surgery on 8th August 2008.
Wait... that's when the Beijing Olympics starts! Ooookay! Way to go Mom! ;D
I mean come on! How many people can say they had their operation on 08/08/08? I mean... it would mean the same the world over... mm/dd/yy.... dd/mm/yy/....yy/mm/dd... you get the picture!
Sienna Miller was spotted wearing a scrunchie. And suddenly the whole of the fashion Industry is after her asking her to take it off. I want to ask... what's so bad with wearing a scrunchie? I mean... it serves its purpose... it's comfortable, keeps hair out of the way and well... it isn't exactly a hazard to health! So tell me, what's so wrong wearing one of these things?
Makes me wonder again. What exactly is fashion anyway?
There are so many people out there who aren't glued to Vogue or Elle (some people would rather feed themselves with the money it requires to purchase these magazines... I would!) and they don't care whether *he* was wearing speedos with rhinestones underneath his tuxedo or if *She* was caught wearing a scruchie!
I've enough hair ties to last me another ten thousand years and well... I can't say no to a good scrunchie. So, I seriously don't see what's the big deal about!
*sigh* I guess these silly rules about what to wear and flaming celebrities who do faux pas will not exactly stop. But seriously... I feel sorry for them! If someone told me that they'd burn my scrunchie down, I'd probably accompany the person to the hospital to have my fist removed from his nose!
Again Ms. Miller... I sympathise with you... and well.... power to you for wearing what you want to wear!
(P.S. There's a link within that page that slams that poor lady(read: Ms. Miller) for reusing her scarf... Riiiight. Now people can't even reuse their clothes huh? She may be rich... but atleast she's not being stupid! Oy vey! Is it just me or did we just lose sanity to the aliens?)
(P.P.S. And I don't wanna hear people slamming me down for this post people! I'm not a Miller fan here. And I would've said the same thing no matter who the celebrity was. So, peace! =D)
Mom had to go to the doctor on that day. And Dad HAD to make just enough food in the afternoon to last us for lunch. And I just HAD to be left alone in the evening with not a grain of cooked rice at sight! (They say I might worsen my mother's condition! *GASP* That's too cruel! Oh well... I might)
And so, after having stared at the ceiling for a good half an hour and having finished watching the First season of Bleach in another hour or so aaaaaaand having listened to the neighbour's grinder grind for yet another five minutes, I decided...I had had enough! I shall NOT starve anymore.
And so, mustering my spirits, I marched to the kitchen. There was nothing there except a lone onion and a pack of Maggie Instant Noodles. For the life in me, I cannot comprehend why they call it 'Instant' Noodles. It takes well nigh twenty minutes to make the darn thing edible! And NO! It takes more than the '2 minutes' that the adverts proclaim it takes!
And since I lacked the culinary expertise of the pretty and saree-clad 'mummies' in those advertisements, I had to improvise.
Now, this is not the first time I'm handling these things. There was once a time (read: summer vacation coupled with a working mom and a lazy grandmother) when I had lived on these things. So, though my cooking wouldn't exactly floor professional chefs, I'm sure I won't be sending anyone to their graves with my cooking!
Suddenly, as I open the container that contains these packs, I realize one thing. They're not the usual ones that I use.
Well... if you're curious, I use Top Ramen. And the ones that I had were Maggie. I thought there wouldn't be much of a difference in these brands. But I couldn't be farther from the fact.
By the time I had prepared the Maggie Noodles, I had burnt the lone onion, I had split enough oil to cause concern for the orthopedic departments in the city hospitals and I had also succeeded in turning my kitchen into some place that looks like those dream scenes from the movies of the late 1980s.
And the reason?
I had opened the taste maker that comes with the noodles and there was enough 'flavour' in it to send me into a coughing fit for a whole five minutes!
Now, any person who's never seen these taste makers will wonder... what in the holy name of Renji Abarai's Zabimaru's baboon hiney is she talking about?
Well... as you'll know, Indians aren't a very adjusting lot. They wish to bring a little bit of their 'thing' into everything they do... everywhere they go. And since the authentic noodles of the Far East will probably cause any Indian worth his curries reach out for the salt and pepper shakers by the dozen at one go, the manufacturers spike the taste of these food items to suit the Indian Palette.
This is one reason why 'Chinese' in India is not exactly 'Chinese' in China. (And just to get things right... I love Japanese food... the bland saltiness some of their dishes have really keep me going!)
And all of this brings me to the point in contention. Maggie or Top Ramen?
These are a few reasons why I prefer Top Ramen...
- The Noodles that come in the Top Ramen packs are a bit stronger. If I were to put them in hot water, they will not break at the slightest nudge and so... by the time the preparation's complete, I can slurp all I want!
- The taste maker of Top Ramen is blander. (read: it does not make you worry cough for a very very long time) And furthermore... it tastes more like Ramen would! That bland saltiness with a hint of spices?
- The noodles of Top Ramen don't exactly absorb all the residual water in the pan on cooling. This means many things... one... there is a little amount of the broth with the noodles and that ensures greater flavour moderation. Two... I don't have to move Heaven and Earth to clean the dishes! Broth = lubrication = fewer leftovers stuck in the pan! And I'm averse to do house chores!
- The Maggie noodles when cooked, taste like Mom's Puli saadham (tamarind rice - a south Indian dish) with the rice replaced with longish strips of dough. And well... if I want Puli Saadam... I'll buy Puli Saadam. When I take a pack of Maggie Noodles, I want Noodles. *sigh* Not a hard thing to comprehend ne?
- I know this isn't exactly legitimate enough... but Top Ramen belongs to Nissin which is a Japanese company. (yeah! yeah! I know... not fair... blah! blah! blah! Done complaining? Go fish now!)
So, as I sit in front of the computer, my badly 'Indianised' Noodles at hand, and Bleach Season 2 running in full speed, I can only sniffle a little... Why can't I have proper ramen for once?
Not one call from those who I thought would call me when they'll come to know. But there were a few calls from people that I thought wouldn't. They were relatively newer acquaintances.
I don't say I hardly expected this. But well... I wouldn't have thought much of it had it not been for one of my friends who recently rang me up and promptly informed me that she wanted some favour... Well, that figures!
Hmmm... strangely, I don't feel depressed or sad. And I should say 'Dirge' is too morose a term for explaining this. But Dirge is a very respectable way of sending something away ne?
And that is exactly what I intend to do... Send away these ragged bonds of friendship to rest in peace. May they never be disturbed again!
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Ahem... I am raving about the world famous Japanese Manga series 'Bleach' by Kubo Taito. And if anyone's wondering what it's about, it's about a teenage boy who stumbles upon a secret world and suddenly... he finds himself responsible for some really serious turn of events. The summary sounds a little cliched doesn't it? Well... so did I. But boy! Was I wrong!
I thought Bleach wouldn't be that different from DragonBallz... I have nothing against DragonBallz. But I somehow feel that it has too many 'guyish' things. Bleach has its fair share of fights (and awesome ones at that), but Taito-san has given just as much importance on building complex psyches for his characters. And its interesting to note that here, not everything that 'looks' evil is actually so. And not everything that looks 'nice and harmless' is what it seems.
And furthermore! There isn't much what you'd call 'mush' in it! It focuses more on Friendship and I've been dying for a series that's like Bleach! It's not completely 'Shonen' (guy stuff) or 'shoujo' (girly stuff)! Strikes a really nice balance between the two!
Right now, I'm going through the anime episodes of the series. And Hmm... not bad at all! No wonder Bleach is the second most famous anime (Darn that Naruto!).
You can get free online episodes of Bleach HERE.
And the Manga can be read (scanslation) HERE.
I hope you guys enjoy Bleach! I sure did!
And now, to explain why I was missing for ever so long (er... how long has it been... I don't remember! ;D)
I had my glasses removed. And the post operative procedures (read: rabid Doctor with a very sharp eye for indiscipline) forbade me from even thinking about being in front of the system! But now that my eye's beginning to heal really well, I am back with a bang!
And while I've been busy facing the evil Laser rays, Mom has gone and broken her back. *sigh* people these days!
It's a well known fact that my mother is in the process of evolving and so, she finds it redundant to place her entire foot down when she walks. Our servant maid thinks "madam" is flying on air. And well... friction (or lack of it) and gravity finally caught up with her and right now, she's wincing every time she laughs (and me being around, that's bound to happen every second minute) and watching TV from the comforts of the bed.
I should say it must be pretty painful for the poor lass. And here I thought, I'd be the invalid around whom people will flock and fall over themselves in their earnestness to take care of me! Damn! And since I wasn't exactly capable of service (I had my cornea burnt, excuse me!), it was all up to Dad to feed us both. And I should say... he's doing a pretty good job at that! He's gotten even better than Mom!
We've consulted with a really famous and competent Orthopedic surgeon about Mom and it seems like she's had a 'burst' fracture in her spine. (Way to go, Mom!) She literally 'sat' on her hiney when she fell. And I'm wondering... she's a little on the plump side. And even with all her 'blubber', she managed to get a chink in her spine. If it had been me, I'd probably be in an ICU (Intensive care Unit) right now. And a LASIK surgery wouldn't even be as serious as the surgery I'll need to put my shattered spine back in place! Ouchies! And I'm having serious 'phantom' pains whenever I hear people talk about surgery! It's weird. I can watch a gory accident without batting an eyelash. But 'talk' about it... erm.... it makes me queasy!
Okay!FOr now, we can only hope things go smoothly for Mom.
That's it for now! Oh... about my surgery... later! ;D
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Okay... it still feels a little weird... I mean, I didn't know my virtual pet would be aligned to the left in FireFox when it appears to the center in Internet Explorer. Oh well... now that problem is fixed.
And then there was this issue with the chair I use for the computer. It's armrests were giving me such bad shoulder pains. Every time I wanted to type something in it, I had to sit as though I was the long lost twin of the Hunchback of Notre Dame! Well... Now that's fixed as well!
And can someone tell me why Nokia Chargers cost so much?! I had to shell out Rs.650 yesterday to buy a new one! It's almost half the price of my Dad's cell phone! Sigh... If this keeps up, my resources will dry up faster than I imagine and then.... *dread* I will have to depend on Mother!
Now I have nothing against asking Mom for money. But it's just that it sends me through such bad guilt trips every time I do so. She works so hard to keep the cogs going and the least I could do is manage my own finances, which is exactly what I've been doing. But now that I'm back to being a student, my inlet for moolah has vanished and I feel like some stranded Sheik in a fast drying Oil well!
I just hope something comes along the way and I am saved! (coughmoneygiftersalertcough)
Well... that's it for now. There is another more morbid train of thought running through my mind. But all of that for another day. Which reminds me! I'm supposed to meet up with my friends at the beach today! Yikes! I've completely forgotten!
Aaaaand it's Mom's birthday today!
I'd made a flashy PowerPoint presentation for her. And I was the only one who actually remembered! Yay! For once I didn't forget it... But I couldn't get her anything... Darn Dad and my lent out eight hundred bucks! >=(
That's it for now... the new seating arrangement is worse than the old one! WHY?!!!!!! *sigh* I'll have to fix this as soon as possible now! My shoulders will give up soon at this rate! (T___T)
Saturday, July 19, 2008
This... is the land of the Dappankuthu!
Dappankuthu...or sometimes known as the Dappankoothu is the unofficial dance form of Chennai. And while it may sound weird, this 'funny but disturbingly weird' dance form is employed when a person kicks the bucket in Tamil Nadu.
Since I am not a Tamilian(native of Tamil Nadu), I initially found it a little absurd that here, people could actually rejoice (the principle emotion depicted in this dance form) at the death of a person when elsewhere, death is treated with silence and reverence (tinged with fear). But with the years, I have gradually come to terms that this practice of 'rejoicing' at the demise of a person is not going to change. And if there has to be some change, I would have to be the one who should..change that is!
And so... armed with an feeling of....er.... interest tinged with indifference (read: I am interested. But hell no! I won't dance!), I decided to do some research on the aspects of this dance form.
And here's what I've come up with:
Dappankuthu - the word can be split into 'Dappa' and 'Kuthu'.
In coloquial Tamil, 'Dappa' means "box" and 'kuthu' means "punch"... So... Dappankuthu would mean "box-punch"? But there is no boxes involved here! You see... Dappankuthu as a dance form depends largely on the percussion instruments that accompany it. And the drums that are used for this purpose are fondly called 'Dappa'. So.... Dappankuthu actually refers to the instruments that lend music to the dance.
Now, the word 'kuthu' shouldn't be mistaken for a punch exactly. Dappankuthu involves very brisk and vigorous steps. And these dance steps are fondly known as 'kuthu'. So, if someone was to pull you into a Dappankuthu performance and asks you to 'kuthu', it would mean that they're not asking you to punch someone. But rather, they want you to dance as well. (punching someone who's doing the dappankuthu will not be a wise thing to do.)
Well... Now that the etymology of the word has been described, let's look into the dance form itself...
The Dappankuthu is a very informal form of dance. And there aren't any strict rules to it, per se. It's always accompanied by racy and fast paced percussion instruments(mostly the Thapattai which is like a tambourine without the jingles). And in this aspect, the dance shares roots with the other famous folk dances like the Kummi and the Kolaattam.
The Dappankuthu can be done by anyone and the steps aren't that hard. But it takes a lot of experience for someone to become a seasoned 'kuthu-artistu'. And since there are no strict rules, the dance can be modified to suit your taste.
Golly! Now try doing that to Salsa and you'll find the whole Salsa-literate populace of the world glaring at you behind fire breathing nostrils and exclaiming "Mon Dios! Este es sacrilegio!"
And if there is even a single soul out there who now wants to take part in the movement that is Dappankuthu, then the following paragraph is for you!
Things you'll need for doing the Dappankuthu:
- A good quality Lungi. Now... if you were to ask me what a lungi is... well... a lungi is this hideously...er... I mean very colourfully printed piece of sarong that men in south Asia wear. The Lungi forms an integral part of the dance.... as you'll learn soon enough.
- A pattapatti. A pattapatti is a type of underwear (I sense a PG sign making its way to this post!) that's worn under the lungi. Now, the goons and goondas of Tamil Nadu wear their lungi, folded up at the thighs and tied once more around the waist (well...you know.... tie it once... take the lower hem and fold it up and tie it again? yeah... that's how!). They make sure that at least an inch of the underlying pattapatti is seen. I don't know if by this, they're trying to say "We're civilized people who wear undies" or if they're trying to appear intimidating. Whatever the case be, it is imperative that the pattapatti be worn and shown! Now... if you were to wear anything other than the pattapatti, believe me, you'll end up in a fairly bad shape by the end of the dance routine.
- A gaudy tunic or shirt. Well.... not much of an explanation needed ne? The Tunic is known as the Jubba in Tamil Nadu. Just one word of caution. Please try to keep the tunic plain (not patterned). You should never wear a patterned lungi and a patterned tunic together! And if you do, I'd assume you don't know the community dogs of Tamil Nadu that well. They've a good sense of fashion and they'll never tolerate such fashion faux pas in their streets. Yep! It's their streets folks! Deal with it!
- A hand kerchief... the bigger the better. This is to be wrapped around your neck. An equally famous alternative is to tie this around your wrist or forehead.
Okay... now that you're dressed for the part, it is time to be the dancer. Well... put some hard paced 'dappas' on and grooove! Well... if you're still clueless... you can get a glimpse of what it's like HERE. (And if you want to see how you're most probably going to look like doing it for the first time, please see THIS and compare yourself to the Japanese guy who's doing it to the right.)
There are different types of Dappankuthu apparently. And they are:
Daulat Dappannkuthu : Usually performed along with a straight back with lungi in their hands and with head held high. Performed when there is a victory or when a great man dies or to depict the greatness of the person who will never bow.
Goon Dappankuthu : Usually performed with a hunch back and head held low and lungi tied to the thighs. Performed when there is a defeat or an old lady dies or to show submission.
Bigil Dappankuthu : Usually performed by two members in unison by jumping on their sides, whistling with two fingers in their mouth (known as Bigil). Performed to depict enjoyment.
Thigil Dappankuthu: Usually performed with head looking nowhere and then dropping the lungi down and legs going sideways. Performed in the middle of a dance to make a fast getaway or when police arrives or some big leader comes.
Sorugu dapankuthu: Usually performed crouched with the lungi on the mouth and hands going back and forth and jumping inside. Performed as an act of supremacy.
Tiger Dappankuthu: Usually performed by the person who everybody accepts as the Vathiyar (Teacher - Excellent in kusthi and Silambam) of the area. The attire for this dance requires a tiger mask and tiger stripes all over the body usually with yellow and black paint. This depicts that his strength matches that of a tiger. The tongue sticking out like a tiger is a significant expression of the dance. Most famous cinematic representation is by Kamal Hassan in Apoorva Sahotharargal.
Hmmm... now that you've come to terms with the basics of Dappankuthu, have fun! -_-;;;
P.S. I still cannot believe I actually wrote an article on Dappankuthu! My brazenness knows no bounds!
Friday, July 18, 2008
A band of fabric used to secure the hair in a bunch away from the face.
A simple explanation for something that means so much more! Being a girl, I know how dependent women can get on this small thing.
Imagine a lady sitting beside you in the bus. The wind gushes in... her hair flies all over the place. And presto! She pulls out a circular ring-like thingy from within the deep confines of her handbag and after a series of swishes and sweeps, her hair is neatly confined to a ponytail, no longer a hazard to anyone around! That is the power of the Hair tie!
Every time I board the public transport, I find my eyes drawn to the hair style of those around me... men and women alike. And if it's a lady who's gracing the seat beside me, I tend to observe the type of hair tie she's wearing... the pattern... the texture... it's dangling pom-poms and everything concerned with it.
I still cannot explain why I am so drawn towards this piece of hair adornment. Was I a hair tie in my previous birth? Or did I die for want of one? (Okay... that's a weird thought!)
I have a million hair ties in my wardrobe. But I still cannot resist the temptation of getting another one... even if its twin is there with me... hardly used!
'Tis is a serious thing.... this hair tie.
And well... since I am a crazy fan of everything Japanese, I decided to look through the article. And by the time I was done, I've come to terms with the following facts -
- A good quality Kimono is VERY Expensive. And will leave my wallet thin by at least $2000. And that's for a Kimono that's been borrowed for a day (three hours exactly!). So... unless I mysteriously become a millionaire overnight, there is no way I can afford that! *sigh*
- Wearing the Kimono is NOT a joke! And I thought wearing the saree was a funny ordeal! Compared to wearing the kimono, the saree looks like something you just wrap around yourself haphazardly! If you don't believe me, Follow this link and thou shalt know I utter the truth!
How to wear a Kimono...or die trying! ;D
- A kimono will feel stifflingly hot in Chennai (which is where I so humbly have my abode... for now). And plus, where will I wear it to? Haloween? New Year? If I don't trip and fall on my face trying to walk in it, I'll be more than happy, thank you!
Well... even after seeing all of these discouraging 'obstacles' in my path to 'Kimono Paradise', I assure you! There shall come a time when I shall wear this piece of clothing! And darn yes! I shall have a wealthy, good-looking Japanese Particle Theorist husband to buy it for me! Well... nothing wrong dreaming... right?
Well... That's it in this post, I guess. Augh... why don't I get the things I want?! Ahem... thanks for dropping by!
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Hmmm... Having worked in an IT company for well nigh six months, I feel I need to talk about this issue...The issue of *DUN DUN DUN* Benching!
Alright! I can almost hear what you're muttering there! What in the name of Merlin's spotted underpants is benching? Right? And if you're real smart and have figured out what it is, move over... let the ones who don't know be illuminated!
When a person enters the IT (Information Technology) field, the person has a million dreams shimmering like those suggestively clad item girls in Bollywood, before their eyes and a couple or more up their eyelashes and eyebrows as well! But once the training period is over, the 'person' who shall henceforth be referred to as the victim, finds that things are not quite what they seem.
During the 'Training' period, everything seems so perfect! We laud at every little accomplishment the company accomplishes...we wave pom-poms and festooned eyesores when ever there is someone from our company's higher management who comes on News or the papers for the right reasons. And we say to ourselves... What a wonderful world!
But the moment the Training is over... the victim finds himself (or herself) in such a state that the bliss of training is synonymous to the nostalgia that Adam must've felt when he was booted out of Eden for goofing around.
And if there is anybody out there who's been through this phase, they'll know what comes next.
The moment the 'training' period is over, the trainee (victim) is thrown into the mainstream even before he can say, "Hiawatha's army booties!"
And bless his words thus wisely uttered! It's WAR out there! If the company gets enough 'thick-waisted, pink-cheeked dunderheads' who're willing to pay a fortune for something that costs peanuts in reality, the trainee (victim) is thrown into the project and soon, he forgets all bliss and his entire life becomes one long C Program with its fair share of bugs that just spring up in a different place when stamped out once. And very soon... he starts feeling like a worn out teddy bear who's tumble drying.
But... if they're (un)lucky enough, the poor (in more ways than one) trainee (victim) is put in what is known in the IT realm as (cue for the Psycho background score here!) "The Bench"!
Now, the "benching" period can be anywhere between ten minutes to ten months (and more!). There are companies where the employees are given cabins and asked to await further instructions. But when the employee is an Entree Level Trainee and is obviously the least experienced one around, everyone makes sure they let him know who the real boss is!
In my company, I was asked to await further orders just like any other prospective "Bencher". And since there weren't enough 'projects', we weren't given cabins and so, had to make the best out of the couches that were there in the Lobby.
There will be times when the Bencher is asked to camp out at the lobby for quite a long duration. And mostly, trainees are put in bench together, so they generally have a good time(The lobby suffers minimal damage... most of the time).
But as time wanes and the number of benchers increases and the number of projects (and the couches in the lobby) don't, WAR is declared.
In these "Bench" Wars, it is not the strongest who survive but the most crafty. And I, having led an army of Benchers successfully and having ruled the couches for as long as I was there, think that I should share some points that I think are the ultimate when it comes to VICTORY in the War front!
- Pioneering is good! If you find an empty couch in a place where nobody seems to be using them, go right ahead and jump into it (read sit daintily or decently). Who knows?! You may start a trend... and that could be a double edged sword! So, hold your ground when the crowd swells!
- If you are forced to sit in the lobby for a long period of time (and benching is always a long period of time), make sure you take something to keep yourself occupied. It could be anything - Dostoevsky's "Crime and Punishment", Leo Tolstoy's "War and Peace", Yuu Watase's "Fushigi Yuugi", Maxim (do read it discretely....please?), your kitchen list, sketches.... ANYTHING! Or you could even sit there and write this guide to better benching as you wane the hours away in those couches.
- Never.... and I mean NEVER seem like you're lost. Not only shall the more cunning supposed 'co-workers' of yours covet your seat but word that you're sans a project shall spread like wildfire... and soon, the reasons why no manager wants you in their project shall also do the rounds... Like they care if the manager was as dumb as a dingo on weed! Rumours can be varied and can sometimes border on the truth... remember the time when you made fun of your team leader's touppe? That's what I'm talking about! Act like you're the boss... act as though "benching" is what you're being paid for... act as though you make the couches look good! And if the people are staring at you, it's most probably because they're jealous and you're unique!
- Look around for cute looking guys (if you're a girl or gay; and girls should be your object of observation if you're a straight guy). If you find that none of the specimens who wander the lobbies are to your tastes, connect with friends who're already into the projects and slogging away for dear life! In my office, the young "Developer" recruits were always delectable! But make sure you don't lose your heart! If he finds you cute and well... makes a move, you can smile away dreamily and hope for a "happily ever after". But if he gives you the same amount of attention he gives that potted plant in the corner, please... Get real!
- Bring over some weird songs in your iPod and set about memorizing them. It could be Avril Lavigne's "Girlfriend" (*winkwink nudgenudge* cute guys alert! :P) or Koyasu Takehito's "Sadame no Hoshi" (quite the song for the dignified 'bencher'). And if you're daring enough (and the security guy, patient enough) you can even sing them out loud! Here's where having a voice that goes off-key every third note helps. People will think twice before they approach you. And soon you'll have the couch to yourself! Hallelujiah! You've your own personal couch! What did I say! The Weirdos ultimately win!
Well... these are some tips that I followed and had the whole lobby for myself. And don't worry about scaring friends away... if they're really good friends, they'll not be scared at all! So have fun.. you!
It all started when I wanted to synch two extra songs into my iPod and so, I did what I always do. Open iTunes and wait for the silly thing to recognize my iPod and start synchronizing (the two songs were already there in my library and well... technically, that means I'll end up with the old files and the two new ones). But fey fate! I waited an eon and more (Time IS relative!) but nothing happened. Windows seemed to recognize my iPod and was even gracious enough to give it a drive of its own. But iTunes... nay! After a million visits to the Apple website, I managed to fix the problem.
And then, it suddenly occured to me. I wanted to load another CD of mine into my iPod. And well... this would be the perfect scenario to test it if it has indeed been truly and completely exorcised of this problem. And I've been trying to get my system to bend to my wishes for the past three hours!
If the system senses the iPod as the F:/ drive, iTunes will act funny and won't respond until I disconnect the darn device! And if iTunes miraculously accepts iPod into itself, the silly thing won't synch properly.
I had tried all the different possible solutions that the good folks at Apple had put up in their "Supports" page. And all to no avail!
And now I realize what the problem is... my system is too slow! Hah! It's kinda funny you know... Photoshop CS3 runs without a hitch even though the system requirements aren't met. But iTunes stops working even though my system has more than enough memory to tackle the program.
(And no! I had absolutely no other program running or unwanted background processes processing when this was happening! Just in case people wanted to know.)
Sigh... I have somehow managed to work a truce out with my system and her components. Let us see how things go.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Oh well... these are some of the tasks I hope to accomplish (read start) in this one month's time.
- Start learning some Japanese!
Well... technically, it's not 'start' learning Japanese. I know the language per se. But I still am quite ignorant about the script. So, I shall take it upon myself to learn the Hiragana and the Katakana and what little Kanji I can and start my journey towards my dream... Passing JLPT level 2 (atleast).
- Shift my files:
I will have to do this as soon as possible as I don't think I'll have enough time in my hands once college starts. And then again... I've some really HUGE folders to move And alternating the two computers on one power line is a big pain in the neck!
- Get back to fanfics:
I've been having some seriously awesome ideas regarding fan fiction. But I've been too lazy to do anything about it. Well... Not anymore! Hah! Watch out world! Anarya of Lorien is back! *DUN DUN DUN*
- Start practicing some Sindarin and Quenya and get back to Tolkien:
Yes... Getting back to Tolkien! I love all his works and I am what many lower individuals would describe as a "Rabid fan" of the Professor's works. Ask any of my friends and they'll tell you what big a fan I am! I mean... come on! He creates his own language with it's own set of rules and grammar! This is one activity I'll really enjoy doing this summer!
Well... that's about it for now. I just hope I have enough inspiration and motivation to make it through this month! Ai Eru! Help me!
And well... I'm putting up a picture of the Red Panda...
And here are some interesting facts about the Red Panda...
- Name: Red Panda (Ailurus fulgens "shining fox") also known as the Firefox.
- Habitat: Endemic to the Himalayas in Bhutan, Laos, southern China, India, Nepal and Burma.
- Estimated Population: Less than 2,500 mature species.
- Conservation status: Endangered.
- Reason for decline in population: Habitat fragmentation, poaching, deforestation.
- Physical Characteristics: Slightly larger than the domestic cat. The Red Panda is crepuscular (active at dawn and dusk). The major part of its diet is two-thirds bamboo, berries, fruit, mushrooms, roots, acorns, lichen, grasses. They also hunt small prey like fish, small birds, small rodents, eggs and insects on occassion.
- Some interesting facts: The Red Panda is the state animal of Sikkim. And it is also used to represent Darjeeling in international festivals.
I strongly believe these beautiful creatures ought to be conserved. And one way of doing it is to stop buying products that are a result of commercial deforestation in the Himalayas (furnitures that claim to be made out of trees from the mountains), or those made from the fur of the Red Panda. Well... it would definitely be a shame if we were to lose such adorable and vibrant creatures... And well... maybe my friend wanted me to think along these lines... Maybe that's why he made the comparison? Well... I called him a buffallo in return (Just kidding, 剣-くん!)
Anyway... All I can say is that the eco-system needs to be conserved and let's all do our part. :D
And that's it for now... I'm having absolutely nothing to do and I believe that is eating my brain away!
Sunday, July 13, 2008
This poem was written when I was working in Cognizant. I was 'benching' for a few months (That was the only thing I ever did in that place! So... not much of a 'work' experience there!). And one day, I decided I would do something useful (I was not given a system yet... so... my case was pretty much confined to the conference room where we waited day in and day out, hoping to get into some project).And that was when I started folding paper cranes. I made loads of them. And any person who knows the symbolism behind the japanese paper crane will tell you that if you were to complete a thousand cranes, you would have one of your wishes come to pass. Well... I wasn't sure if that was true... but making the cranes is sure a lot of fun. And somehow... making those cranes inspired me to write this poem.
As for now, here I present...
A thousand cranes in the sky
A single wish buried deep
But Myriad fetters binds the mind
Secrets ancient bidden to keep.
The soft treads of muffled feet
The mute sashay of crimson robes
In the shrine where the divine meet,
For a part of which the soul now gropes.
I live in wooden mansions high and old
In lore ancient and forgotten
The heart sans feeling has grown cold
The material manifest now all rotten.
A miko, a virgin without a heart.
I wave the beads in contemplation.
My dances of solitude now start
And a lock is clasped on all temptation.
To mend a broken heart, I
Chose this fate and lonely life.
But it has chilled my soul and I
Cannot feel any more strife.
Blessed indifference… I craved
And my need was answered well
My heart from further hurt is saved
But in eternal cold, I dwell.
A miko, a virgin without a heart
My voiceless feet on wood now tread
And in my eyes, the wise and smart
Shall discern a dead past that once bled.
I've had very bitter experiences where my works were stolen and published under other names. So... please... draw inspiration from this poem. Don't steal it? And if you still do... then I guess that makes you sub-human and there's no use talking to the likes of conniving thieves.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
And the character I'm in love with is... Fujiwara no Sai from Hikaru no Go.
Alright! I know he doesn't exist per say.... but I like him! Yep... his passion for his interest (the game of Go), his determination (he wants to perfect his gaming skills even after he's kicked the bucket!), his innocence... Oh, I could go on!
And well... he's kinda dead. I'm not going to give the plot summary here... Google it please? But it's an interesting read. And I just might take up go now! :D
P.S. Hotohori is still my official love...and then there is Sesshoumaru... Gee... I've a thing with guys who's names start with 'S' or what?
Saihitei, Sesshoumaru and now Fujiwara no Sai. Well.. Fujiwara no Sai means "Sai of the Fujiwara".
Oh, by the way, Fujiwara was a famous Noble family in the Heian period of Japanese History.
Friday, July 11, 2008
And there were certain people I knew who I bumped into. Well... technically, I know them. But I'm not so sure if they do. Oh well! I've always been a little apprehensive about huge crowds of men... and since the group was precisely that, I wasted no time in getting out of there! And Dad was wondering why I didn't stay back for him in the canteen, where I'd run into them. Ai yaaa! Fathers... they can never get stuff sometimes.
And the people who work there in the canteen aren't exactly bright! I'd asked for a plate of Dosa and there was one available. But rather than give that to me, he told me that it was another person's order and that he was waiting for that person to come and claim it. Oh well... never mind that the dosa was left unattended till I finished my plate (which came much later) and left the place. In the end, that person who's dosa it was, got cold dosa and I had to wait for a long time for mine. Oh well...
And my classes start from eight of August. That's still a month away! And if I don't kill someone with excess boredom, I think I'll have a fair chance of making it to the Royal throne of Khonan! ;D