An Explosion of Colour

Someone stepped on it

my toe
takes on colours
of a primitive television:

green in the morning
purple by 'noon
and rotten by the good 'ol eve'

.

Stop laughing.

The Same Old Theme

The entire world is a drug
A mere figment of a very
Cruel imagination.

He could have thought of beautiful crystals
He could have thought of peace
But He chose to gift the world with
Retarded lies and disease.

Reality is an illusion;
It refuses to go away
Can I go to my own sweet world
Of red evening sunsets and Starlight Glades?

The North Pole Discovers Mary Jane

To The Sphinx

Who are you? Asked the riddler:
Gatekeeper to another world

I am a Knight of great valour
I killed and slayed without remorse
I conquered patches of Earth
And fashioned a kingdom.

But in the end
A younger me
Did usurp my role.

Who are you? Asked the riddler:
Gatekeeper to another world

I am a thief and a master of deceit
I tricked and turned and groveled at feet
I grew a fortune that
Wanted men keep.

My son did learn from me
And threw me overboard.

Who are you? Asked the riddler:
Gatekeeper to another world

I am the one with a heart of gold
It took me everywhere without much force.
I did not win
I only grew old

Yet in the end I still have this
Heart of gold.

Retro / Rasta

I man.

Here be da pictures of da Rasta.


Every body want to talk like rasta. Wanna look like rasta. But only I and I be true Rasta. You overstand I brederen?


The Great Jah commands I to click on da pictures.


Until the Coming of H.I.M., peace, I brederen. May the 70's be everliving.

Rastalavista, Baby :-P

Hey look man! Look what these buttons do!

Hey man. Youknow people often ask me why the 70's was such a cool time man. And youknow what man? I Know why. God told me. Like Yeah man. While I was travelling in a bus. Try and guess man.

Oh look! Tea man! Exotic! Heh. I'm the King of England!... Off with their heads!

No man. It wasn't like the brightly coloured trucks man. What man Not Star Wars. MAD Comics. Yeah those could be but like God, man. He said man. He said...

It's a "tobacco water pipe" not a "bong", man.

He said man that what made the 70's so cool are us man. Us hippies. Yeah man. Like imagine the 70's without us. There'd just be like the random flowerly tents with no one in them man!... The 70's would be overrun by Disco-going lowlifes if we weren't there to punch them in the face man.

Woah dude! Is that like Japanese Anime man? Wow! I didn't know frogs could fly man.

Hey look! A C compiler! Man that's so cool! No more JNZs or RRCs! man.

Hey I may have been in the IT industry before I found those smoking.. um I mean "filming" Jazz artists man.

Hey man you wanna go jump off like that cliff over there?

Wooden Woodpeckers

Don't peck at it. ;-)

Dumbass

Disclaimer: To the guys mentioned below: If you feel insulted, then don't get upset with me. Hey, the truth hurts. Do this: Just ask the other people (below) if you deserve the Dunce Cap after what you did (or are doing). You'll see nods of agreement :-P

... ... ...

KP's zis guy youknow. He's a Dumbass. You see, he needs some marks to pass a course. And ofcourse, there are some course assignments worth.. *10 marks*! Perfect huh? But ofcourse, he hasn't submitted them. What does that make him? Yes... a Dumbass.

Emani's zis guy youknow. Like KP, he is also a Dumbass. In addition to being a Dumbass, he is also a Frigtard. Here is why: For years, he's been driving drunk. No, not just "Oh, 1 beer! I can drive" type drunk, but a "I might be [sarcasm]slightly[/sarcasm] high, but I've done this before" - that type of drunk.

Yes, I know - doing that only makes him a Dumbass and not a Frigtard. But here the punch: He drives a bike. And he drives it and speeds which might be dangerous even when *not* soaked (Clap clap clap: Emani's now promoted to Frigtard!) So, now he's totalled his bike and fractured his hand. He is also lucky to be alive. Dumbass Frigtard. (Oh, please send him "Get well soon.... DUMBASS!" messages ;) )

At this point, I would also like to mention Krishna "But the coach maaroed senti to play, rey!" Ramkumar. Playing Inter IIT with a broken knee, risking not being able to walk for life. Yes. Dumbass.

I realized yesterday that some of my friends are Dumbasses. With a Capital D. Now go up and read the disclaimer.

Sing Along with The Beatles

(Thanks to Kristopher.)

Glimpses of what transpired during the projects:

Yesterday
Yesterday,
All those backups seemed a waste of pay
Now my database has gone away
Oh I believe in yesterday.....

Suddenly,
There's not half the files there used to be
And there's a milestone hanging over me
The system crashed so suddenly
I pushed something wrong
What it was I could not say
Now all my data's gone and I long for
yesterday-ay-ay-ay

Yesterday,
The need for back-ups seemed so far away
I knew my data was all here to stay
Now I believe in yesterday

Let It Be
When I find my code in tons of trouble
Friends and colleagues come to me
speaking words of wisdom: Write in C
As the deadline fast approaches
And bugs are all that I can see
Somewhere, someone whispers: Write in C

Write in C, Write in C
Write in C, oh, Write in C
LOGO's dead and buried
Write in C

I used to write a lot of FORTRAN
For science it worked flawlessly
Try using it for graphics!
Write in C

If you've just spent nearly 30 hours
Debugging some assembly
Soon you will be glad to Write in C

Write in C, Write in C
Write in C, yeah, Write in C
BASIC's not the answer
Write in C
Write in C, Write in C
Write in C, oh, Write in C
Pascal won't quite cut it
Write in C

Imagine
Imagine there's no Windows
It's easy if you try
No fatal errors or new bugs
To kill your hard drives

Imagine Mr. Bill Gates
Leaving us in peace!
Imagine never ending hard disks
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to del or wipe off
And no floppy too

Imagine Mr. Bill Gates
Sharing all his money
You may say I'm a hacker
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And your games will fit in RAM

Imagine 1-Giga RAM
I wonder if you can
No need for left-shifts or setups
And no booting again and again

Imagine all the systems
Working all life-time!
You may say I'm a hacker
But I'm not the only one
Maybe someday I'll be a cracker
And then I'll make Windows run....

Two Years Old!

Happy Birthday to my blog! It's a whole two years old now! 'Twas created on November 16th, during Endsems a couple of years back.

The last year has seen a lot. Graduation. Goa. Treks. And ofcourse, artwork. Here'sa look back:

Lucy's Dream: Vivid colours. Like an LSD-scape ;)

Music Without a Head: Yet another rant about music. Can't help it :P

Testimonial: Avi's gone off to Japan. Miss him :(

Out of the Blue: Started working!

Red SoulStone: Don't Tales of Mystery and Imagination excite you? Would you like to scale the peaks of the Red SoulStone?

Leh-gendary: One of the really cool trips this year. To Leh.

Perfectly Normal: Is anyone "perfectly normal"?

Always With Me, Always With You

Lazarus: One of my best creations, inspired by one of my favourite songs.

Tata. Do check out some stuff :)

Lucy's Dream

"I feel like drawing something."

"O great creator of being, grant us one more hour to perform our art and perfect our lives."

Mark of the Wild


Every culture has one. A Shaman. He heals; leads sacrifices; tells stories; sings songs. He even predicts the future and guides souls.

Where's your will to be weird?

A Mexican Wave

As I spend my night trying to sleep in my fevered delerium, a certain wave of profoundness sweeps over me. I think being unwell has this effect on people.

The flip side is, ofcourse, the inability to put down these "oh! so profound!" thoughts onto any recordable medium. But here, I, at the risk of falling asleep at a keyboard, shall try.

I think. I think that. Life is too short to spend it with people who annoy you.

I just want to spend it with people I really really love.

Did you ever realize that Led Zeppelin songs take forever to start? Not always, but very often. They just ease into the song. Like a smooth ride, a golden tequila shot. It's lovely, unhurried. Music. Ditto for Floyd. Ah, the classics :-)

I feel like drawing something.

Simple like a child, you are.

Commuting...

I had the most horrific auto ride to work. More than an hour thanks to some drivers with amazing "driving skills" and zero common sense. And Himmesh screaming nasally in the background.

I thought of it as an opportunity to catch up with pop hindi music. Alas. 'Twas more than I could take. I just told him to shut it after a while.

What was interesting is that I could see clear traces of "inspiration" in the "music". For one song started off and I thought to meself, "That's Queen, that is! Another One Bites The Dust!". Yeah. The baseline is *ditto*. Wonder if he thought of it himself :-/

Anyways, moral of the story: I gotta get my own car!...

Krikkit!

I know I've made a lot of fun of cricket and cricket watchers in the past: Utter waste of time ainnit? But but, Twenty 20 is neat. It's short and quick and watching anything in a stadium has a charm of its own!

Just this afternoon, as I battled with a hangover, Krishna says that we have tickets to the match! So, we spend the evening standing in line outside the stadium trynna get in. ... And just as the first round of "Chak De India" started playing, we managed.

Running up the stairs into the stands, the bright glowing green field was a sight! And Braboune (spelling?) stadium is a really cool place. The pavilion is built like a castle with flags over the place!

We were quite close to the red bunch of dancing girls. Pathetic dancers all of them :P ... but we'll gloss over that. The stands were totally afire as the Aussies crumbled! "Uttapa Served Hot" was probably the coolest banner I've seen in a long time :D

The victory was the queerest bit. Suddenly, someone's hit a six, and there was a fraction of a second where no one understood what was happening - and suddenly everyone was on their feet and fireworks were in the air :)

Oh and we did come on camera for a while! (Or atleast we hope we did :P) And to top it off, after a victory was a trip to Mondy's :D

I really never expected to have this much fun, least of all in a cricket match! But in retrospect it does make sense. Twenty 20 is geared to be pop. And plus, India did wallop the little Aussies. I guess you could say that hindsight is always Twenty-20 :P (Shamelessly stolen off a paunchy old punster :P)

Begging Bowls

Have you ever gone begging? (Possible reactions at this point are: No! and Ewww!)

Well, in accordance with the World-Wise view that "Everything Should Be Tried Once" (Note the Capitalization), we decided it's time to try our hand at begging. God, we're IITians. We oughtta be good at begging right?

So, that's that. Guitars in hand and a handy begging bowl (guitar case) on the ground, we started singing. Right in the middle of Galleria! :D

KP and Freshie playing guitar. Me posing.

Lookie who's there! Saaajid. The Lookah :P

Artistic Pic.. The "Beggars Galleria"

Loook! People gave Monnneyyy!!!

So, we had some awesome guitaring by Freshie/Sophie punters. And some great singing by KP. Vishnoi and I hung around like the *professional* lukkhas that we are ;)

Good times. Good times.

Left vs. Right

It's long been thought that people are governed by one side of their brain. Left-brain thinkers are thought to be logical, practical types who are good at math and science; whereas right-brain people lean toward the fantasy and feelings of life, often turning out to be artists or big thinkers.

An article from Australia's Herald Sun has a mind-bending quiz that attempts to show you which type you are. So which direction is she spinning? Supposedly, by concentrating, you can "make the dancer turn the other way". I saw a clockwise spin, and try as I did, I couldn't manage to get her to turn anti-clockwise. Supposedly implies that i'm "Extreme Right Brained".

... Kinda interesting to see who got what :) ... Do tell whether you saw her spinning clockwise or anti-clockwise and if you could get the switch!

Hariyali

Hariyali, Greenery, Flora, etc. : An encounter with mud, trees, earthworms and rain :)

We also had free "hearbal" chai :P

Killing Fishes

Picture: Killing Fishes. Made it ages ago. Though I'd post it. Open it up and look at the bottom right corner.

Bye bye.

Flipped

The first question I got asked at office today morning was: "Did someone beat you up?". Ofcourse, he was joking, but that was just an indication of how "beat up" I looked.

What actually happened was a lot more frightening. And more exciting in some ways too. (I mean... getting beaten up is *really* no fun.)

It had rained pretty heavily all night and this dinky little auto was speeding down the road. Suddenly a stupid-silver Indica cuts across from the other lane! The auto-driver tries to brake and turn and ends up skidding badly. The auto touches the divider and flips! I kid you not - the autorickshaw actually turned over the side. But we were barely travelling at more than 10 Kmph! It literally just touched the damn divider and flipped.

The whole sequence was insanely scary. Have you ever been in a flipping autorickshaw? It feels like a roller coaster gone horribly wrong. And there's this thud and sheech as it comes to a stop. Also kinda shows how unstable autorickshaws actually are.

Luckily no one was injured. I did hit my left hand on something in the whole chaotic incident and that hurts a bit. But other than that - nothing else.

Within moments, there were people swarming all over the place! One chap got a bottle of water, others turned the auto upright again and there was no shortage of people asking "Aap theek ho na?" (Perhaps trying to start a conversation to find out what happened I think :P) Mumbaikars are *really* helpful when needed.

I'm still shaking a bit - but also really glad to be absolutely safe. That Guardian Angel of mine has been doing an ace job. :)

Now lets go get some coffee...

Contact

Who are we? We find that we live on an insignificant planet of a humdrum star lost in a galaxy tucked away in some forgotten corner of a universe in which there are far more galaxies than people.

Is it not careless to become too local when there are four hundred billion stars in our galaxy alone?

Wise words from wise men.

Sky-Surfing

Learning to fly -
No, you haven't got wings.
Taking off:
It's the hardest thing

A sun-sailed life,
The weight of the wind,
A panoramic view
Of Nights in white satin

But once you fly -
When you're so high,
Coming down:
Is the hardest thing

Music Without a Head

Elvis, The Beatles, The Doors, Led Zep, Pink Floyd, The Eagles and countless others. Every generation had it's superstar, it's own hero. But now, there's just a void.

Even as music sales go thru the roof, there is a growing feeling among music lovers that something has died. The soul of music has been slowly killed by the corporatisation of music. Sure, big labels, big events. But little else.

Because no one cares about music, people like Himmesh try their hand at it. The rest of the world isin't much better, with Paris Hilton and other "socialites" coming out with albums. Everyone believes they know about music. But writing lyrics, which is at the very core of music, is not something everyone can do.

Just the other day, I heard a song which went "You're my mindblowing mahia..." KP summed it up best when he said, "I know that the quality of music has diminished, but I didn't know that it was dead!" In history, the less that is written about today's music, the better.

The void is filled by nostalgia. The older ones survive on their songs. They, ofcourse, sneer at today's music. The youth, unable to understand what to listen to, turn to old records. We listen to the same music that our parents did!

In all this, the real loser is us. We have no songs to call our own. No rock anthems. Just a load of irritating bullshit. Really. We have everything nowadays. But we don't have good music.

Attitude

1. The world is full of fascinating problems waiting to be solved.
2. No problem should ever have to be solved twice.
3. Boredom and drudgery are evil.
4. Freedom is good.
5. Attitude is no substitute for competence.

Rajmachi in Reverse

Testimonial

For Avinav:

Spider-pig, spider-pig
Does whatever a spider-pig does
Spins a web!
No he can't
That's because he's a spider-pig!
Look out!
Here comes the spider-pig!

Okay, not an exact description of Avi: I agree he's not pink. But the rest matches pretty well: He's animated, fat n flabby, has almost no hair and is responsible for a lot of shit :P

But nevertheless, to ensure that he accepts this testimonial, I must say that he's quite a jovial character who loves the shouting bits in life. "Singapore/Japan/(generic Asian country) ROCKS!" is reputed to be his war-cry.

Just to point out tho: Avi does beat the pig in one aspect: He has two really cool opposable thumbs which he uses to hold all sorts of fancy things. Poor spidy-pig can't do that at all! :P

Now sing along: "Look out! Here comes the Spider-pig!"

(He didn't accept it. Sore loser :P)
(UPDATE: He's accepted it now. Yay! :D)

The Duke's Tush?

A tiny trek, but a very pretty one :) The perfect monsoon trek, complete with rains, wind, wrong trails, buffaloes charging, bad puns (see title :P), waterfalls and terrible singing! :D

Misty Mountain Hop

Being Train-ed

Shocking Green!

Throw one more stone and I'll CRY!

Waterfall from Heaven

One big happy family

Our very own little stream

A Tale of Two Trees

The Clouds set in

Being Blown Away!

Let me out!!!

PG ki ma ki ....?

Into Eternity

Who Nose?

Colon Dee

"Unworm My Clothes!"

Hah! That was Eeeasy!

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