Who are you running away from?

No, it's not about that :).

For once,I pose this question to myself.

As a preamble,I should admit to three things:

(i) A well-formed opinion about most things and most people. I don't know if on an absolute basis, I am "right" or "wrong" ,but yes, that is what I feel if I feel it strongly enough.

(ii) A new-formed adherence to "no pretence". Not new-formed really, I just used to be less brutally vocal about it (or so,i think :D) .

(iii) Clarity about what I simply hate, what I love and what I don't care about.

I could rant from the tops of buildings for the entire world to hear about what I love.. but it is uncivilized to talk about what I despise... so, what do I do?

But I love being "nice" -or seeming so, at least (:D)... so I tend to rather avoid situations involving "despicable" stuff... hmmmmmm...

end of a long day. but this is not mindless tired rant. i mean it.

The opening up...

So, I FINALLY WIN ,conquer and get up victorious at half past three.

The thoughts of cold light-darkish brown,home to many floating slight orangish brown and white wisps clouded in brown....were certainly an incentive...:D.

So I brushed...and headed for its igloo... hehehehehe..."ippo naan onna shaapda poren" ....!!! The altar ready..the potential "floaters" ready...I lug it out...and it's been badly screwed up,i say... AND I try...NOPE. I pull out a thrishoolam types and dig it into its neck and say "BUDGE"...NO. I beat it up against the wall...NO. ARGHHHHHHH.

I decide to take it outside with me...hoping to solicit help from some guy passing by...some macho guy,preferably... and i try,standing near my door-doesn't work. I walk two steps further...away from the sunshade..place it on the railing -and aaram se try, IT OPENS !!!!!! What THE !


{parallel line:so,what do you think "it" is ?}


Moral of the story: Like the growth of plants, Nesquik chocolate milk bottles need sunlight to open.

Glossary of important terms,for the below-average/hallu reader:
white wisps clouded in brown:almonds
igloo: the refrigerator
thrishoolam : the fork.

Centum

Score: 100

Obfuscated by obfuscation : -50

Applications of the Nyquist rate: -35

Anti-racism recommendations: -100

Misplaced "drivedness":-90

Staring at eternity: +25

Wise discordance: +78

No recognition for Yardley International: -66

Reckless with Bril Products,India: +56

"Just shut up": +200.:D

hehe, what say?:D

The bigger picture...

How dynamic life is...

you hardly know how equations shall
change tomorrow
how tomorrow shall show you
that equations you thought never existed
organize themselves into wondrous matrices
with the best and most unique of solutions...

there aren't any finite-dimensional spaces ,after all:)...
each set of dimensions can add up ,but yet have an extra element
which yields a totally new dimensional space...

too much functional analysis?:)

Pleasantly surprised... and heartwarmed
by a great set of realizations...
and re-orientations of the scheme of things...
It is all about "seeking out"... thanks are due to ,to a certain friend..
thank you,Monsieur.

"the" American beauty.

I watched the movie 1.5 times this evening,straight.

In a nutshell: LOVED it.

Funny as it was in parts-and entertaining... there were a few subtle hints to mankind...

DONT waste your time fighting over spilling bear on sofas... end of the day, you'll have only shirts that remain to wipe your tears for what "you should have done earlier..."

DONT buy a digicam. Else, you'll be the worst and most nosy neighbor-and your dad will get to sneak into your personal life!:).

But hey, I DISAGREE- you don't have to be a drug-addict and some psycho-looking person to appreciate spirouettes executed by bits of paper and happy dust dancing in the wind...

But yes,one should be truly mad if he were to NOT appreciate the overwhelming beauty around...

The best part of today: the six hour class at Anderson. And my little coffee break then:).
Hope the best of tomorrow would be a nice hot oil manicure- sigh,if i do wake up on time,that is...

Hope this was a sane post?

Westwood calling.

Appreciate it-absolutely. Every single Indian here rising up to the spirit of the occasion and doing Diwali the right way - with the due respect any festival deserves. And for the second year,in a row.

I was the black sheep,in fact- showed up late. For once,I'd planned stuff out so I wouldn't be late..but well..man proposes and God disposes. Let me cut my story short here.

Just a little note to express how extremely proud and happy I feel about this:).

Nope.

Hobe na...hoche na...

:)

A grey shade at noon...

The day's not yet over
A part of it, of course, is over ... the morning was great.

The sky seems indecisive
on the colour it would don...
a thunderous pink grey
or a bright orange?

Everyone likes a sunny day
but the cloud is yet to move...
for no apparent reason

Sometimes, it is so hard to understand the portals of one's own mind and thinking... back to my coke,hence.

A vision...

Just saw this... in the blissful darkness of my eyes... in the music that pervades my system...

Intermittent growls ...thunder... the skies rumbling...
I look up to the sky with fear
but see a wondrous combination of grey,pink and blue streaks...
highlighted by glistening orange
Silvery lightning adding a golden edge to the orange

I smell a nearby ocean...
Feel the sand on my feet...
Distant but festive lights

Mild cold drops of rain
Crabs peeping out for a fresh drop of water
And I'm not scared of them...we seem to be together
in our mood to rejoice

Freedom. Ecstasy.
A grey sea lined with a
seemingly meandering "waveline"

Quiet
Noisy and festive, at the same time
Rich 'n' secure

isn't it a wonderful world?

Thanks,AR.R- Ennavale, Kadalan.

Rebirth of sorts.

Perusal of a certain friend's profile. A list of books, choice music pieces...interests...ideas for conversations...

it looked like I was looking at this person I used to see in the mirror not so long ago...

I instantly connected to the profile-I realize that I'm growing up..have changed in multiple ways...have developed a completely different approach to work and to a certain extent,to people.

But... despite everything else, somethings stay put in your system forever...bless the friend whose profile reminded me of myself...and the kid within:)...

thanks,b

Week#1

Yawwnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

My window overlooks the pool and the courtyard.So I leave the blinds open so that I don't miss out on the pleasure of being caressed by the sun's rays when I wake up-or so I hope...if I wake up before the sun skirts off to the other side:D.

Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood night...a week's work well done-and more to do... and a friday spent working...sigh..but it's ok:D.

shd keep tabs on what i write here kya,i realize my blog isn't as deserted and bindaas a space as i had thought and hoped it would be...hmmmm...

TATA

Two concentric circles...

it's when one is sleepy that incoherence creeps in...

yawnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn..did my phone just ring? illa ...hmmm...

ok. friend is came. boiii.

Why...?

I am sure a million philanthropists and "good" souls have asked this question a million more times already... I'm no saint or philanthropist... but...

I saw this person today, who's just had an accident... and happened to interact with her on the basis of a completely professional relationship... she's got to do the same amount of work that I do -or probably more - carrying those crutches around...

Misery shouldn't exist... there's really such beauty in the world... such good work to be done... and human beings shouldn't be bloody crippled by ANYTHING under the sun... most of us get caught in stupid emotional quandaries and feel crushed...look, just LOOK at these people before we write our sobstories on our blogspots and on our orkut profiles...

On the other side... I found myself brimming with sympathy... I wanted to do everything possible to make this person-a complete stranger - feel better without seeming sympathetic... and in this country you DARE not act concerned... but... well, I did what I could, within my purview to help her out with some recruitments et al...

Decided to write this out here... for fear of getting bogged down by the episode... and to avoid sending in a sad mail to any of my usual target inboxes...

Feels better now... hope my good friend recovers soon. Amen :).