Green Dolphin Street

2012-01-24T11:21:00.000+05:30

How I feel about Calvin and Hobbes is really difficult to pen down. I know I love it, I also know I hate all fan art associated with it. I just don't know how much I love it. On a bad Tuesday work morning, it gives me a reason to want to express my love for it. But what I do know is that the world has lost a little bit of the magic since January 01, 1996. What makes it all worth it is that they are still out there, just that we don't get to know about it everyday.

2012-01-16T11:01:00.000+05:30

Here is to working really hard and making everything right this year. Or not.

Tonight
We are young
So let’s set the world on fire
We can burn brighter than the sun

New Year wishes

2012-01-09T09:30:00.001+05:30

The new year resolutions include weight loss, quitting a thing here or there and getting my ass down to doing what I ought to have done last year. Here is to a new beginning.

True Story

2011-08-17T14:16:00.000+05:30

Some men like Jack and some like Jill
I'm glad I like them both but still
I wonder if this freewheeling
Really is an enlightened thing,
Or is its greater scope a sign
Of deviance from some party line?
In the strict ranks of Gay and Straight
What is my status: Stray? Or Great?
Vikram Seth

2011-08-12T12:10:00.001+05:30

Please come true?

2011-07-22T18:09:00.001+05:30

Our backyard looked like a marketplace. Valuable objects, previous rugs, discerning candlesticks, Bibles and other ritual objrcts were strewn over dusty grounds - pitiful relics that seemed never to have a home.

2011-07-19T13:10:00.001+05:30

Just the happy ending is due.

You mean ‘Nearly’ Headless Nick

2011-07-14T18:44:00.001+05:30

I think a post dedicated to Potter and to only Potter is long overdue.

The Chamber of Secrets was the first Potter I ever read. It was a first edition albeit a firang one and it was lent to me by Mashi. I remember her insisting that I read the book and her being her and me being me I remember the book lying there unread for more than a few months. This was when I was in Class 6 Sec A (I have a tendency like many other Calcutta kids to associate timelines with the standard we were in including the Section no.) One of those wet evenings when I could not venture out and play with the dogs I picked up this book, I was still in Class 6 Sec A then. That was then and also the beginning of Potterwatch. I remember buying the Philosopher’s stone with my mom the very evening I finished Chamber of Secrets and not reading it. My mashi already had a copy of Azkaban and I borrowed it en route bari from Landmark Camac Street (which is where I bought the Philosopher’s stone and all the subsequent Potters from till Order of the Phoenix). So right after Chamber of Secrets I read Azkaban. There was no looking back.

What Rowling does with her characters is introducing them early on and building them up without much attention from the readers. Call this chance pe dance but for all my love for mice I never liked Scabbers ever, not because he could not turn yellow but more so because he paled in comparison to Hedwig. Scabbers never really gave me the good vibe, it could just be my imagination but he just never did. According to many of my friends Azkaban remains their favourite Potter to date and for good reason.

After these three books I think the waiting started. My first Potterwatch was for the Goblet of Fire and it released! And what a release baby, Goblet of Fire with all the cool dragons and hot Quidditch players and Moody! The first time Avada Kedavara was what it became for the rest of our generation. It was the first of many firsts, first crush between the major characters, Cho Chang, hawt Cedric and so much more. I in my head was waltzing around the Great Hall with Krum (hot as Cedric was I was always a Krum Girl) in my emerald green dress robes at the Yule Ball. It was also the return of the Dark Lord, I thought this was the time around when the franchise was strong enough for the films to start releasing, this was also around the time when you realized Rowling is starting to write scripts more than the book. I think the sheer volume of the books was a testimony to such move by Rowling. The Order of the Phoenix was released on the last day of my 10th board exams, my centre being Gokhale Memorial Girls I popped in at Landmark (again) and bought the copy. I remember Parijat and her mother being there with Ma and me. However, I do not have a copy of this book, I lent it to Mashi then. She and I never talked about this one though. I don’t even know whether she read it. Eventually I bought another copy although this is a paperback and unlike the rest of my Potters not a first edition.

One of my biggest Potter regrets is sleeping through the book release of The Deathly Hallows. ShruV and Suresh called for a cab at 5 am and went to Blossoms, I have only heard of the cheering and the euphoria that accompanied the book release at 5.30am. I got my copy of the Deathly Hallows at 7 am, I finished reading it by end of class which was about 1.30 pm. I remember some people bunking the last two hours to finish it, I don’t remember whether I was one of them. Looking back I wish I was one of them. We were all doing things which would qualify to be in the general psycho scheme of things, maybe because we all were. The only memory I have of Half Blood Prince was of Bhabna being screamed at by Shilpi for talking aloud about Dumbledore’s death while waiting in the mess line. But, this was the flavour of that week, 19 (1) (a), classroom blackboards basically every little place was vandalized with Potter spoilers. In their defence whoever did not finish the book in the first half of the day deserved to be told that Dumbledore died. I secretly wanted to, but I was a first year.

For quite obvious reasons Chamber of Secrets is still my most favourite Potter. Having said all of this for me Potterwatch was called off when I finished reading that book at 1.30pm. Hence this post, one which is dedicated to Potter and only Potter.

2011-06-27T11:56:00.003+05:30

Darling city what I love the most about you is how I randomly miss you while making disclosures for badass promoters. It is a darling secret to have on a blue monday morning.

2011-06-12T05:15:00.002+05:30

Would gladly give an arm and a leg for simpler times. Could also throw her head in that bargain.

Goodness gracious me

2011-05-06T11:27:00.001+05:30

I want a life so much more different than the one I have that I shudder to think what’ll happen if I think too much about it.

2011-03-16T14:46:00.001+05:30

No I don't like her but she still looks and smells like Mashi. And she wears peep toes with tiny heels like her. She also, like Mashi does not like wedge heels.

2011-03-13T17:45:00.001+05:30

There is something inexplicable about meeting old friends.

Post-its

2011-03-10T12:10:00.003+05:30

There are some things that are nicer than some others. Like how post-its are nicer than the rest of the stationery world put together.

A. Post-its I mooched off other people

Sigh... Rattu, Anjie and Suresh were the pioneers of this brand of post its. The two times Rattu was my secret santa I got not only toe socks but also brightly colored post-its! Suresh always got the local knock-offs but they too were quite awesome. Anjie has been the typical Indian child with US uncles and aunts (and Dad) Anjie always had the coolest stationery that there was. Including other types of regular post-its which you could use in exams. Which I am coming to right about now.

B. Post-its I used

The one inch post it flags have so far been my favourite post its. Not because they are useful, because everyone who has used post-its knows that the flags are never writing friendly. You need an old overused ball pen to be able to mark them and then you run the risk of it all getting smudged. But, they are so pretty! They are as pretty as the staedler sharpeners.

C. Post-its I never had.

This baby is called a post-it dispenser. Not only are they brightly colored they have a deli neon plasticy hue to them! If I had all the money in the world I would acquire post-its. Check the rest of them here: Dispensers

PS- This post is dedicated is Vivek, Anjana and Suresh.

Of using a stove and moving to Bombay

2011-02-23T18:03:00.003+05:30

I have been in Bombay for a little over six months now, apart from being disillusioned with the city I so strongly believed to have been in love with I have grown in love with other things of the city.

The challenge of living in a hostel seemed like the challenge of using a stove. Scary but not as dangerous as I was likely to believe then. I not only use the stove now, but I make sausages and omelettes. Sometime I mix them and make sausage omelettes. I still find it difficult to accept that one can leave a stove unattended and go about housework but I live with it.

If you know me, the first thing you know about me is my paranoia. I don't ever ride two wheelers, I never go near a cliff (always a good 100 mtr away), I try not to venture out at night if I can help it and I have stayed away from cooking because I am scared of knives, botis, mixer-grinders and stoves. My fear of stoves had something to do with never having visited the kitchen, the fridge has always been outside the kitchen and kajal di always came to my rescue at all other times. Baba tried one or two times, maybe even three to cajole me into trying to cook but my ma always put her foot down when it was anything to do with fire. My baba brought home a copper stove, the non-flame ones but opposition now came in form of didmoni, baba never tried again. My fear of stoves lingered in the beginning of college, only somewhere in the five years my fear concretised enough for me to reject anything that could trigger fire including hot plates. Ergo, I never cooked anything unless it had something to do with an electric kettle and I never ever complained about the way food tasted.

It is only after I moved to Bombay did I realise that stove was not as alien a concept as I had deemed it to be. It was a normal accessory which is used by most households only to cook food and at times quite deliciously. I tried my hand at it, I dabbled with an omelette or two all to my ma's ignorance.

Ma continues to try and convince me that kitchen is the most unsafe place in a house but I no longer think so I feel strangely older when I make a decision like this. I think I am going to cook. After all stove is just the beginning of the growing up curve.

2010-08-07T17:00:00.003+05:30

Do I like this?- No

Do I do this?- Yes

Do I have to do this?- No

Do I still do this?- Yes

Do I get paid enough to do this?- No

Is it me or is there in fact a fallacy somewhere?

2010-08-07T16:50:00.002+05:30

For many things I am grateful to Him for, this one is the most definitive.

My convocation is on the 29th of August.

2010-06-17T02:29:00.000+05:30

Phool Tum Gulab Ka Kya Jawaab Aapka
Jo Ada Hai Woh Bahaar Hai
Aaj Dilki Bekahi Aa Gayee Zubaan Par
Baat Yeh Hai Tumse Pyaar Hai
Dil Tumhi Ko Diya Re
Pyar Ka Raag Suno Re...

2010-06-13T02:24:00.003+05:30

I feel so relieved when at the end of my stint I can say I have not manipulated anyone. I have intentionally hurt people more so because they deserve to be hurt. I might appear to be dumb to some of you my friends but the security of being dumb and acknowledging it is a pleasure you have been robbed off, insecurity be the death knell for you little devil. So to all you darlings who are the acme of perfection in your own little twisty worlds I have not been betrayed (except...off course) or been friendless (mwah), I hope to lord you will be able to say the same for yourself with your hand on your heart when you walk out of these gates. Best of luck.

If I dont keep in touch later get the hint darling?

2010-06-07T18:55:00.001+05:30

People have started counting hours from days. People have started filling convocation forms. I am adamant I am still taking of a squirrel and a dog pretending I will do so the next trimester too. I think I need help.

Von Trapp children dont sing. They march.

2010-06-05T06:03:00.002+05:30

The first three notes just happen to be
Do re mi!

How much I love this movie! How much!

2010-06-05T03:00:00.004+05:30

I write this very drunk and very wet.
I love you guys, you know who you are and I love you. Unconditionally. I have loved you every minute of hating you and I am proud to have made the choices I made for being the person I am today, no you are not the people you think you are, you are the people I know you are. You are flawed but when I am with you I am perfect.
I love you quad because without you I am not me.
I love you classrooms because pizza just tastes so much better there at nights.
I love you people I hate because I hate you I know what I hate.
I love you my wall, it gives me the reason to come back to my room.
I love you law school, because you made all of this possible. As I leave I unconditionally want to thank you for every minute here and my association with you. I am humbled every minute to think I could be a part of this. I stand here today thinking life would have been very different and very unfulfilling had it been any other way. I am grateful to you for giving me the only life where I was I, without apologies.

2010-06-04T07:08:00.002+05:30

I finally cried and where else would that have happened but the mess block terrace. What goes around comes around, it all started with the terrace and I promise you it will end with the terrace...
This does not feel its over yet, this just does not seem so right suddenly.

I want your everything as long as its free

2010-06-03T02:50:00.004+05:30

You wait for it to hit you and then it all comes rushing in together. I have been neck deep in work and might I say it was all worth it. When you do Lady Gaga for fashion show and pull off Alexander McQueen shoes you know its all worth it and while you are at it you have nailed it too.
It was our last fashion show and my third last quad party. It was clouded by a lot of Absinthe and Whiskey topped with bunking my first presentation in law school and four days with an average of less than 2 hours of sleep. Getting the costumes together, poring over Gaga costumes figuring out how to replace those cellotape crosses on her boobs and the glasses! the glasses!! and the mess that my room is now (I suffer from cleaning OCD), sleeping on a pile of material because moving the mess is pushing things further into the black hole and amidst all that someone coming to hand me over a half dead baby squirrel saved from the jaws of a dog. Phew what a couple of days it has been... Love happened all over again.
There are friends who you are friends with and then there are some you dont have an option without. I turn to those exactly two hours before the show as always... because there is no one else I'd rather turn to. I right now sit with them seemingly practicing my first and last EM entry. How can I not miss you, I leave a piece of me behind in these corridors with water fights and other fights. I am glad a piece of me stays back because I wouldn't have had it any other way...

Leaving all humilty far behind us may I say we were AWESOME!

I am walking on sunshine

2010-06-01T03:35:00.004+05:30

I would have been miserable had I either been in the batch before or after us. The lack of enthusiasm and the great pride they take in that would have killed me, I love putting up the good show and all the effort that goes behind it.
We stayed up till four in the morning practicing, we picked and rejected songs and cheered each other on even at wee hours of the morning; there were tempers flying and as always I screamed at someone. There were costume changes and confusion, there was also that smirk after every batch finished their dances like every year. This year it was supposed to be different I should have been sad that this is my last WMD and maybe even made an effort to be civil to the other batches, I wasn't I was bitchy and sledged them all. The only thing different this year was the way I was wearing my hair, it was not in a bun. Other than that everything was same-to-same.
I should feel sad but there is so much more to be done that there is no time in this world for that.

The WEEK has begun.

2010-05-19T02:56:00.002+05:30

There are some things I never write about, travelling is one of them. There is no convoluted explanation to this one, I am just plain lazy.

But this trip deserves to be remembered. I am in central europe with half my luggage and no money (except for Daddy's credit card offcourse). It is almost like a Eurotrip with suitcase instead of a haversack.

There is something about cities they always grow on you when you least expect them to, Krakow is one such place. I arrived at Krakow with the worst weather possible- rain at 4 degrees, now without the right shoes it could be hell and it was, except I enjoyed it. My only motivation off course was I will live to tell the tale. I took the walking tour quite by chance, which was excellent except I was wet, and I mean drenched, I walked the whole city and saw it in terrible weather. I actually bought an umbrella for 10 zloty, but who was I kidding that baby gave up in about 2 hours. There is something about the city it is not the Ghettos or the survival storied from the Jewish quarters during liquidation, I thought it was the walk. There is no better way to see a city there never has been.

2010-05-08T21:38:00.003+05:30

In a conversation with Bhav I told her and I quote:

"Dont smoke and go to your dentist *pause*; He will judge you"

And no I have nothing in my defence.

Bras

2010-05-08T04:17:00.003+05:30

I write this after a day at the enamour sale.
Things could have gone better in the past few days but the good thing is they could have been worse but they were not, as life would have I was destined to make another appearance at the sale. Aishu and I went there; when the sale is on a customary visit is a way of life for most women on campus but you know you are tipping over to the other side when you have been there more than about 4 times, I on the other hand have visited it about 6 times. I also thus have a lot of bras.
How the sale works is very run of the mill: there are basically four boxes from 32-38 and mostly you get Bs, so knowing your cross-size earns you not only extra cookies but extra legroom to make purchases, you dig into those boxes and pick them out and pay for them. Simple one might think but there are underlying complexities for instance what do you do when you go with a person who is the same size as you are, there are instances of unpleasant cavewoman behaviour then. The best person to go with is different size altogether, basically you eliminate chances of conflict and increase efficiency.
Having established that we can talk about what Aishu and I discovered today. Our comfort with our breasts! It is indeed stunning how comfortable we were asking the help and discussing our sizes with him urging him to open the extra box. However, before we did that he had already given us elite loyalty program treatment and opened an unopened box after he overheard us talking about our sizes and then proceeded on open another box after a little persuasion. Aishu stopped for a moment giggled in her characteristic manner and recalled how stoic the experiences of buying bras with her mother was, stoic not in terms of not screaming I found the red one in your size across the room but stoic in terms on going to a corner and quietly making your purchase. Much has changed since then the whites have been replaced with pinks and yellows with bows and laces and much fun conversations. Buying bras is fun now!

2010-05-03T04:24:00.001+05:30

Be the way you used to be is a string of seven very unholy words strung together to cause instant havoc.

Motivation

2010-05-03T01:43:00.003+05:30

A new thing has taken m batchmates by the wave, albeit was started by ShruV and then picked by others. A secondary blog dedicated to a palpable I-want-to-declare-to-the-world interest.
I have been considering a fashion blog for a while now. I tried somelikeithaute but some person has already peed around that one for me. And the wordpress URL too has the customary welcome post sometime in 2007. Clearly the gods are not in my favour or Potty hands has her reach far and wide beyond Poker. In either one of those cases I dont have the desired URL, and as most people would agree it is a huge block on my way to instant fame.

I have decided to still go ahead and create it. I will, as soon as I finish feeding my cows on farmville.

2010-05-02T07:36:00.001+05:30

Buzz Lightyear and Voldemort in a combined effort ripped the edges of my favourite pink and white pyjamas. I am so proud right now.

2010-05-01T22:10:00.003+05:30

I got a call today from a lady who sounded really nice over the phone. She wanted the black puppy better known to most others as Buzz Lightyear. She wanted to see the pups once before, so we got Skype working and the lady appeared to be even nicer over skype. She had one of those reassuring voices and she also mentioned that this was going to be her second dog accompanying her old golden retriever so "rest assured this one will be well taken care of". She needn't have said any of it though, the way she said things did it for me.
I am happy, very happy.

2010-05-01T15:37:00.002+05:30

Today is not a good day to write about it like most other days. I am moving to Bombay.

Bangalore started out being the city I had to move to leaving my beloved Calcutta back and the brunt of it with dollops of angst had to be faced by not-so-happy-extremely-space-crunched-neighbours nee. friends in later years. There was something about the city that stuck though. I was horrified when progenitors proposed I get my passport renewed from Bangalore but I started looking at Chennai as the place one had to go to for their Visas, some things just stuck. I will soon leave this city and I thought back then that when I do I will have mixed feelings about it except I dont. I feel sad, I feel sad like I am leaving an old friend behind. Bangalore with all its quirks, its nefarious autowallahs, its beautiful weather and its terrible traffic just struck the right chord. Cities have a way to creep up on you when you least expect them too. In a good way. Amen.

2010-04-28T21:29:00.004+05:30

The red floors used to irritate me. The newly painted floors always stained the bottom hem of my jeans. I liked the hem to be neat then. But that was then. That was also Mess block without a new wing and with an ugly Slimy. Then we used to have pigeon-coops as an excuse for a room, we also used to have a maniacal sardarni neighbour. But that was then. There was no chetta but there was a big patch of ground where Teesta (with its mixer showers) stands today. There was no internet in the hostel, there was also four hours of lectures everyday. But that was then. Today I have a room almost big enough to fit in the whole of chetta and a bit of space for people to sit, I have normal neighbours who are neither maniacal nor sardarnis, I also have showers which work and internet in the hostel. I have also lived here for five years. Today the red coloring of the floors are old and they no longer stain the hem of my jeans, there is also no slimy in the mess block. I no longer live in that block either but its terrace still feels old.

2010-03-24T00:55:00.000+05:30

Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

2010-02-21T00:17:00.001+05:30

misses her.

2010-01-31T04:40:00.002+05:30

I have built too many dreams around it, for it to come down like a pack of cards.

Wrapped in a polythene, tucked away safe in my mind

2009-11-25T04:00:00.002+05:30

Its been so long now that my address bar no longer recognises blogger.

Being a sentimental entailed having to deal with overcoming emotions a lot of times. I have said many goodbyes but this one I can't seem to bid. The last Strawberry Fields seemed to be just the first of those many lasts I will be encountering, it also meant my last Nizaam chicken roll. At the beginning of the term I had often wondered why I wanted to do this all over again, work with the likes I am not very fond of but it was never that it was always Strawberry fields and it will always be. Some things make you the person you are, for me SF is not one of them it is the leading up to SF that did the job for me.

To the first of the many lasts, including this blog.

2009-08-11T03:32:00.000+05:30

See! He's her lobster.

THe hiatus had to end with this!

2009-07-30T02:23:00.000+05:30

2009-07-02T14:16:00.002+05:30

I can help feel ecstatic! I am overwhelmed.
Its not as much as love being recognised as it is about it being criminalised.
We all know that.

2009-06-02T15:22:00.001+05:30

I have always had simple solutions to all life's problems.

It is called a trip to disneyland

2009-05-17T18:24:00.001+05:30

2009-05-17T02:36:00.000+05:30

He is on his way and coming here as fast as he can

2009-05-12T19:24:00.001+05:30

Of strawberries, failed attempts, fresh love and other things

2009-05-11T22:13:00.002+05:30

Never have I built walls that was made of web. Looking at strawberries through the veil makes them look dark in patches. That is fairly unfair to strawberries because they are dark only when they are ripe and about to rot. But the question still baffles me as to whether I hold the strawberry or I see the strawberry through the veil.

I have known myself for 22 years and I feel I have not even begun to start knowing me. The good thing is I have myself all to myself.

Support the Shepard Act

2009-05-08T16:08:00.001+05:30

This is the beginning, just the beginning.

Wulffies

2009-05-02T02:10:00.001+05:30

Google

2009-05-01T04:13:00.002+05:30

The only thing my google reader has featured in the past three days are either Elephants and Donkey jokes with Alan Spectre's name thrown in on the cover of a folder or the underside of a glass (which is offcourse visible through some miraculous comic depiction) or Swine Flu or 100 days of Obama's government.

Maybe I have been overdosing on editorial cartoons but dont some issues get stale if you talk about it for 6 days at a stretch, yes pigs on the wings joke is good as long as its made some three times the fourth time it is just painful and the sixth time you just resolve to other forms of humour which unfortunately in my case are humans. Humans as a source of humour has consistently been demoralising thus there is no faith loss in that at least.

I just hope tomorrow when I open my reader there are better things for me or otherwise I am just going to unsubscribe from editorials till I can deal with it.

2009-04-29T21:53:00.001+05:30

I love the whole world its such a brilliant place.

The world is just awesome

Insomnia

2009-04-29T04:18:00.002+05:30

I think I am suffering from it. I was in some sort of state of denial which I am no longer in, for the past many weeks now I feel terribly sleep but never catch any sleep... on a good day I sleep for four hours. No more no less.

LOL

2009-04-24T01:40:00.001+05:30

I am not in a democratic consultative relationship

----a close friend

Project H

2009-04-23T01:57:00.002+05:30

I am on a mission to ask everyone I know what would their horcrux be and where would they hide it. It would be helpful for me to compile the list if you just leave your choice as a comment here.

2009-04-23T01:38:00.000+05:30

spark generation in the process of happening

he he he he

Reflections

2009-04-22T01:12:00.002+05:30

"Ron and Hermione, however, are drawn to each other because they balance each other out. Hermione's got the sensitivity and maturity that's been left out of Ron, and Ron loosens up Hermione a bit, gets her to have some fun. They love each other and they bicker a bit, but they enjoy bickering, so we shouldn't worry about it."

Does he think she doesnt have faith in her? Or that he isn't great?

Bane of my existence

2009-04-20T15:03:00.003+05:30

My love for reptiles have been there for long. I have had a pet snake, I adore snakes per se. I dont mind crocs either, I have on several blessed occasions had the opportunity to play with baby crocs too. Knowing me (if you do) I am an animal person (I had a huge number of superlative votes on FB vouching for the same) but what I dont like are lizards, actually not all because I already mentioned my love for crocs, what I mind are geckos. The black ugly ones (the only creature I would use such derogatory adjective for) are always where I go, its like they are all out there to get me!

World Heritage Sites

2009-04-20T02:23:00.003+05:30

The ones I have been too, forget it the list is getting too long because I am an Indian. But my compiled word document tells me I have been to a whooping 94 World heritage sites. Impressive eh?

My favourites being

Rohtas Fort, Pakistan
Twyfelfontein, Namibia
Mosque City of Bagerhat, Bangladesh
Taj Mahal, India
Chatrapati Shivaji Terminus, India
Shark Bay, Western Australia
Mahabodhi Temple, India
Itsukushima Shrine, Japan
Historic Monuments of Ancient Kyoto, Japan
Eiffel Tower, France
Palace and park of Versailles, France
Dresden Times Square and Elbe Valley, Germany
Lady Liberty, USA

All this started with me dearly wanting to visit Stonehenge after Dv and I were cursing ourselves for not opting for Hague and doing a small round of Scandanavia and UK countryside. Stupid blasted luck say I.

Ram is the rigth left and center of Indian politics

2009-04-19T20:50:00.003+05:30

Election Manifesto 2009: sourced from http://www.lkadvani.in/eng/content/view/839/421/ last visited on 2o/04/09 at 20:51.

DEFENDING THE CIVILISATION

1. The BJP remains committed to the construction of a grand Ram Mandir at Ayodhya.
2. BJP will not allow anybody to touch the revered Ram Setu. We will evolve a new route for Sethu Samudram bypassing Ram Setu.
3. Cleaning the revered Ganga and other major rivers will be a priority. Local communities will be enrolled in this gigantic task.
4. Cow protection is an article of faith with BJP. This will be pursued relentlessly.
5. Full integration of the nation is not possible as long as Article 370 stays on the statute books. BJP remains steadfast in its belief that the provision must be removed to ensure Indian unity.

Painful

2009-04-19T20:21:00.000+05:30

IPL is on and I am sitting here pouring over articles. Painful. Painful I say :(

Because it is the IL season

2009-04-19T19:57:00.002+05:30

I know Dv and all others are deeply buried in articles, this is the IL season after all. I am reading something on corporate responsibility online, yes boredom often induces such unspeakable acts. I am actually showing interest in Corporate vis a vis IL. Both being equally disturbing. I found think iin Plinky a while back it is a cross between inspiration and tag so I am going to do a Stinson and call it Tagspiration (except it sounds like prespiration, which ironically is happening in blore a lot these days)
Before I die
The last book - Doors of Perception
The last movie- Pretty Woman though a close second would be Charulata
The last scent- wet earth although I will settle for Ck Eternity too
The last morsel- Cheese and maybe Prawn Vindalhoo
The last person- if we are dreaming then Hawke, if not then mmm... I dont know person next to deathbed is an ominous thought in itself.
The last song- Dancing Queen
The last words- please, Please, Please dont kill me.

2009-04-19T19:50:00.001+05:30

Science is the last frontier to keeping religion separate from state.

Mr Huxley

2009-04-19T19:31:00.000+05:30

I hate deaths, they mindfuck me.

Yay! High Five

2009-04-19T02:42:00.001+05:30

I am so relieved. Yes that is the word I am looking for.

Things are finally moving again, forward. Cheers say I *hic*

Dumbness

2009-04-19T01:33:00.000+05:30

Dude effin' means fucking? I did not know that. Sheesh!

Dear Madhukar

2009-04-18T19:41:00.001+05:30

Removed because it was too sleazy even by my standards

Cleanliness is Happiness

2009-04-18T18:44:00.001+05:30

I am so friggin proud of myself :D

I have no reason to be but I am handling it pretty well, everything Evidence, IL, newly found migraine, almost lost phone and other things.

I cant help feeling happy. Clean rooms have that effect on you.

My Secret Army

2009-04-18T10:40:00.006+05:30

And I present to thee ladies and gentlemen the residents of 101, Annexe.

From the left Ups, Fiona and Pooh

from the left Tootsie and Eleanor Rigby

Raggerty

from left: Zymansci (note the spelling), Bleuto, Bufos, Munchkin and Litigation the Dinosaur

2009-04-18T03:02:00.003+05:30

Markets are bad, things arent so good. Take a good piece of advice Deal With It.

Yours truly

Reruns

2009-04-18T02:48:00.003+05:30

I was going through my blog and from the year 2007 these are a few of my favourite posts-

Calcutta
Blog
Fairness
Woman
Politik

Prom

2009-04-17T18:14:00.001+05:30

so yes, basically I am going to the prom

2009-04-17T05:13:00.002+05:30

I am finally done. I dont mind sticking with the pink but I would like the combination to be black and green as earlier.

Although I am finally done and pretty pretty happy with the outcome. After 4 years finally the blog had a facelift. About time too.

PS- soon after I realised I could just change the hex codes. I am really bad with coding so I pretty much ctrl+f'd it and replaced them with the colour green...

Finally!

2009-04-17T02:03:00.000+05:30

UNDER CONSTRUCTION STILL

My money's on the pack of hyenas

2009-04-16T01:57:00.001+05:30

dogs dude! Dog family. Let them win in the jungle even if hypothetically so.

Green Dolphin Street

2009-04-15T21:53:00.002+05:30

I changed my blog pretty much totally. I dont know how I feel about it though. I want to make it more interesting except this is just too... i dont know... radical I guess.

2009-04-15T16:32:00.001+05:30

So who does not like pre-election times. Look who would say this is the Nagz road?

Things that I thought I will blog about

2009-04-15T16:30:00.002+05:30

Does it happen to you to? I think of so many blog-worthy moments in a day's work and they all slip my mind by the end of the day :(

Anyways Subho Naba barsho

In the fond memory of Obama

2009-04-15T16:24:00.002+05:30

In the peak of election speculations I got two mollies one white and another black, needless to say with the creativity range of dusters they were name McCain and Obama- McCain did not survive beyond a couple of days because he decided to jump out of the bowl. I got another white molly later.

In the meanwhile I got really attached to Obama, when leaving for the break I handed him over to the pet shop and hoped and prayed he would make it and he did. I brought him back at the end of the break and he was there hale and hearty. I loved him- he was ironically the friendly type. Off late he had stopped eating for a while, in the middle he resumed although he never really ate with the vigour that he did earlier. I bought a new aquarium solely because I wanted Obama to get a good home. He passed away while I was in Bbay. It was not abrupt, I had talked it over with Dv too and I was expecting him to go sooner or later. But, I cant help feeling upset about it.

New York

2009-04-13T05:38:00.003+05:30

I have set foot on all continents except for South America. Btw does Antartica fall in this count?

Who's the stud?

2009-04-13T04:35:00.002+05:30

Come on people pat me on the back. No no dont be shy go ahead go ahead.

I updated blog links after a good one year. Only Pandi Kokkus though

2009-04-13T04:24:00.003+05:30

Little boy dont be sad.

Also I am in Bbay, while Madhukar sleeps peacefully the heat is killing me. I fear its killing him too, I cant take AC, for people like me Blore is the city to be. I have just decided instead of Wednesday morn its going to be tuesday night. I need a nights sleep after three nights of humid torture. Stupid mankind! Who does away with air coolers moron.

No Woman, Many Women

2009-04-11T03:10:00.005+05:30

If I were to sit down today and think about an ideology I honestly subscribe to it would probably be postmodern feminism. While I understand there is no constructive suggestion from postmodern feminists, my sensibilities tell me it is more important to conceptualise the problem before we run around looking for solutions. The cultural mechanisms in place, for instance various norms set by social institutions create differences, these differences leading on to structure gender and further creating difference which is then considered a natural trait. I honestly believe that gender specific roles attributed and made to understand as inherent part of social system is in itself an institution which apparently most feminists blame as being the root cause of degradation.

This brings us to Derrida (to think about the much beloved Pol Sci lectures) the idea of relieveing from the ideas of binary opposition is important, the othering of the woman because of the maleness being the norm is the where the Pandora's Box opens.
Women should be equal to men- is that then an objective or a subjective understanding of rights, obligations and duties? Race, Cultural Background, Social surroundings create the character so as opposed to propagating a monolithic experience it is best to understand it relative to the situation. While the experiences are brought about my the interactions with men who are probably not included in this group, it is essential to understand the "no woman, many women" language.

To make feminists sound like rabid dogs by over quoting men are equal to women is highly unjustified.

Note on bloggers

2009-04-11T02:58:00.003+05:30

I have been blogging for a while now I can say, four years of writing, reading, criticising, appreciating and sometimes cogging teaches you a substantial bit about blogging. I like it.

I have also had the misfortune of meeting bloggers some of them being “very” serious about the activity so to speak; some others like me who would write just about any trash, some who just whine and coming to the worse of the lot those who put some ridiculous amount of time behind me original.

This brings me to the purpose behind this post, I openly admit that I am very biased towards law school bloggers they write the way I would write on a normal Sunday evening or an abnormal Tuesday night. To be precise they don’t “try” to be original, because lets face it who is? Then again there is this other group whose identity is subservient to their blogs and originality is stretched post. This group tends to churn out hours writing a post which a reader cannot even get through till the end. They philosophize too much, write in distorted English (which apparently brings in a signature style, ask me it kills me to read them sometime) and talks about their experiences under the banyan tree beyond the shadowy corners.

Give me a break, better still give yourself one too. Write real… better still write original.

The real Stud Macha

2009-04-10T14:05:00.003+05:30

Dreamcatcher- Snip

2009-04-10T03:43:00.002+05:30

My Bangles

2009-04-10T03:33:00.002+05:30

The games people play

2009-04-09T16:55:00.001+05:30

And this is what they say

2009-04-09T04:45:00.004+05:30

I shared most potentially romantic moments in my life with one Ms Divya Suresh.

سرفروشی کی تمنا اب ہمارے دل میں ہے

2009-04-09T04:36:00.003+05:30

سرفروشی کی تمنا اب ہمارے دل میں ہے

سرفروشی کی تمنا اب ہمارے دل میں ہے
دیکھنا ہے زور کتنا بازوئے قاتل میں ہے

کرتا نہیں کیوں دوسرا کچھ بات چیت
دیکھتا ھوں میں جسے وہ چپ تیری محفل میں ہے
اے شہید ملک و ملت میں تیرے اوپر نثار
اب تیری ہمت کا چرچہ غیر کی محفل میں ہے
سرفروشی کی تمنا اب ہمارے دل میں ہے

وقت آنے دے بتا دیں گے تجہے اے آسمان
ہم ابھی سے کیا بتائیں کیا ہمارے دل میں ہے
کھینج کر لائی ہے سب کو قتل ہونے کی امید
عاشقوں کا آج جمگھٹ کوچئہ قاتل میں ہے
سرفروشی کی تمنا اب ہمارے دل میں ہے

ہے لئے ہتھیار دشمن تاک میں بیٹھا ادھر
اور ہم تیار ھیں سینہ لئے اپنا ادھر
خون سے کھیلیں گے ہولی گر وطن مشکل میں ہے
سرفروشی کی تمنا اب ہمارے دل میں ہے

ہاتھ جن میں ہو جنون کٹتے نہیں تلوار سے
سر جو اٹھ جاتے ہیں وہ جھکتے نہیں للکا ر سے
اور بھڑکے گا جو شعلہ سا ہمارے دل میں ہے
سرفروشی کی تمنا اب ہمارے دل میں ہے

ہم جو گھر سے نکلے ہی تھے باندہ کے سر پہ کفن
جان ہتھیلی پر لئے لو، لے چلے ہیں یہ قدم
زندگی تو اپنی مہمان موت کی محفل میں ہے
سرفروشی کی تمنا اب ہمارے دل میں ہے

یوں کھڑا مقتل میں قاتل کہہ رہا ہے بار بار
کیا تمناِ شہادت بھی کِسی کے دِل میں ہے
دل میں طوفانوں کی تولی اور نسوں میں انقلاب
ھوش دشمن کے اڑا دیں گے ھمیں روکو نہ آج
دور رہ پائے جو ہم سے دم کہاں منزل میں ہے

وہ جِسم بھی کیا جِسم ہے جس میں نہ ہو خونِ جنون
طوفانوں سے کیا لڑے جو کشتیِ ساحل میں ہے

سرفروشی کی تمنا اب ہمارے دل میں ہے
دیکھنا ہے زور کتنا بازوئے قاتل میں ہے

At 6:20 in the morn, after a night of no sleep you find almost everything funny or blogworthy or both

2009-04-09T02:40:00.002+05:30

An excellent Condom Advertisement

2009-04-06T11:23:00.002+05:30

2009-04-06T03:33:00.002+05:30

I dont need a customary look-I-have-my-arms-around-a-hot-chick photo for my album.

One of the very many good things about not being a guy.

2009-04-05T20:34:00.003+05:30

A quiz had to say the following about me

"Your the Romantic. Your such an easy going and quiet natured person. You have an inner spark inside of you that shines through to the world. Your beautiful inside and out. You believe in true love and that the world needs more genuine people like yourself"

I think I am going to throw up

*BLEAAARRGHHHHH*

I just did but it is still not out of my system.

2009-04-05T04:12:00.004+05:30

2009-04-05T03:37:00.001+05:30

Cream them! Now!

Uniformity- All those similar please stand up

2009-04-04T16:10:00.001+05:30

When does interest, fondness, admiration amount to obsession? The kind of obsession which you consciously then use to create the character you would want to be ideally. Coming from Calcutta, I have friends who does things because that is the way of life, the only way of life one has known, closed societies such as my city breed this species in abundance- the sun, light, air, water and intellect of the City is just right for the growth of plastic individuality (Hereinafter referred to as PI).

Growing up in law school made me think in some ways this place too has set parameters for acceptance, some follow it to be accepted, others un-follow it to be even more greatly accepted. Yet some others set these parameters that need to be followed- it is this class of fellow peers that intrigues me. Obsession is good as long as it a well guarded part of the personality because then it amounts to a quirk, quirkyda (the quirky guy we are talking about till now) becomes a PI when he projects this quirk as patent reflection of his personality.

I have often wondered whether these traits are such that are to be talked about or are such that are to be loved as certain dark things are loved in shadows of the fold; if it is the former then obsession leads to PI (as already explained) which leads to hypocrisy, intolerance of other forms of expression (I love Govinda movies, deal with it!) and worse still condescension (How will she know about it? *snigger*). On the other hand if you love something honestly you appreciate your love objectively wherefrom respect and tolerance for those who do not share your interest comes sub-consciously. However ostensible appreciation of expression (such as Art, Music, Cinema, Performing Arts etc) tends to create an insecurity thereby leading PIs to dismiss anyone who might show fresh forms of interest.

This brings us to the part that intrigues me the most- insecurity. Is it worth the security to keep people away from a form of art that you at some level love with your heart and soul. Or is it even worth it to judge someone and thereafter fit heads under watertight compartments of Yes and No?

I end this with a toast to Monk.

2009-04-01T03:19:00.002+05:30

I have been a fail blog wannabe for a while now. People close to me (read Dv specifically) knows my obsession with road signs and always wait patiently while I fit it into my phone camera. Nonetheless those brilliant ass-holes have not accepted any of my contributions which includes as many as atleast thirty in the past year. I dont think its right.

2009-03-25T03:02:00.001+05:30

2009-03-24T23:16:00.000+05:30

So I am angsty. Blame me? Everyone has a right to be angsty some point of time or another. I have nothing to do with that, its my hormones playing mind-games with me.