Picking up the pieces

Cave scene in Aladdin

2010-10-15T13:00:00.000-07:00

I suddenly remembered the scene in Aladdin where he is sent to get the magic lamp and he isn't allowed to touch any of the treasures there.

I picture myself as Aladdin in this cave of a universe with all these jewels strewn about - from electricity, beautiful women to the mysterious number 'e' (exponential) .
It overwhelms.

Make the magic lamp invisible and the story has no end.

It has hardly begun.

save the planet: adopt a chicken

2007-08-14T14:57:00.000-07:00

“Have you had the feeling that every morning, you cant help but begin afresh. You struggle to connect one day's labours or dreams with the next.” I heard this on the first day of a two day reiki workshop. I didn't go the next day. The three hour commute did not convince me either.

I don't know if I'd want every single hapless day to count though. It sounds almost perfect if every day would walk into the wild and implode at 00:01. So that not a single burden or pleasure lingers around.

I've been here so fucking often.
Its not enough to stand & watch.
Its not enough to cook up impossible futures.
Its not enough to debate in delusive verses.

Not unless I go all the way.

Without reason or rhyme

2007-07-31T01:19:00.000-07:00

Its sunny outside
the mist has cleared;
my sweat smells sweet
I miss the moon.

Turn to look behind
abandoned souls follow.
Breathing heavy and conscious,
every limb,ligament and nerve.

Some words appear floating about
disjointed in action.
Like rags patched with gold
posing as Kings.

Sloths day dreaming from branches
awake to the full moon.
A meal for one more dream.

[Flick a switch]
TV comes alive. dinner is served.
I sit up to smile
so fine and optimistic.

run chicken run

2007-07-31T01:14:00.000-07:00

Run Chicken Run

the juicier the faster.
Take all your babies,
before they are broilers,
It’s not your fault you’re fat,
some say that we are the brat.

In the end it’s a matter of life,
I suggest you hide away your wife,
And perhaps you shouldn't chatter,
cos our chef is ready with the batter.

Some do admire your brain,
some want to look good on the food chain.
You could try suing God,
but they are going to call you a fraud.
Don't you wish that you could fly,
not knowing we still need only one try.

Anyways, we’ll never know if you ever crossed that road;
Not while you are in the oven as today’s load.

2007-05-27T13:55:00.000-07:00

a mockery of words

Sleep paralysis?

2007-02-23T16:40:00.000-08:00

This is an old experience. somewhat scary yet interesting...

I think I had a few experiences of something that is maybe sleep paralysis. It was a bunch of times when I was in college. I was dozing off in bed when I heard a knock on the door. I could see the door but was completely incapable of even getting off the bed. It was lousy because I used to try very hard to move until I was just fed up. After a while or so, I used to snap out of it. when I woke up a while later (and could move my limbs) I once noticed that the bed was in a different position altogether. This is how I realized that it was maybe some kind of a dream.

I had this exact same experience about 4 or 5 times. And it never felt like a dream.
As in I always thought my eyes were open since I could see the room, the bed, myself in it,
and the door in front of me.

I was never able to ascertain if someone did knock on the door.
In such a case, MAYBE this happened cause my mind(awareness) jerked to consciousness while the body was still asleep. [*sceptic]
I have read about such experiences though.

Apparently, there is a normal mechanism of paralysis that occurs when one is in deep sleep.
They say it is useful because it prevents physical movements (for most people) during a dream.

Whats your preferred messenger service?

2007-02-20T03:16:00.000-08:00

Kindly try to drop in a word if you are passing by.
Its an informal survey for my course.

1. Google talk
2. ICQ
3. MSN live msgr
4. Skype
5. Yahoo

please write in your choice as a comment (even if its not above list).

snaps

2007-02-08T13:05:00.000-08:00

sometimes...

2007-01-30T06:04:00.000-08:00

It explodes and I get carried away and
try to wrestle with completely different things
forcing them into a single arbitrary frame.

like a movie where a mexican, an arab, a chineese, a jew, an indian and an american are best buds hanging out at mcdonalds.

thaw

2007-01-25T03:10:00.000-08:00

now: partly sunny, -7 degrees Celsius

room for context
.............................

its like my head is frozen and limbs are hanging out
waiting for orders

formal & informal
Do not Disturb. Ughhh... *some flute song*

.............................

click, drag, drop; movie playing
mouth is free now. dinner is served.

now: partly sunny , -6 degrees Celsius

bye bye b!@#* coffee

2007-01-14T16:41:00.000-08:00

The global language police has released the list:

http://custosfidei.blogspot.com/2006/12/2006-top-politically-incorrect-words.html
http://www.expressindia.com/fullstory.php?newsid=79246

The words that are no longer politically correct.

Someone in glasgow was refused an order of 'black coffee'
until he altered it to 'coffee without milk'.

I can hear some people with a complexion that isnt white, brown or blue
laughing their ass off.

Beethoven & Coffee

2007-01-14T16:27:00.000-08:00

I have been introduced to beethoven's symphonies;
music and not the name,
by a chineese friend in my study program.

I have found a killer combination for work (works for me):
beethoven and coffee!
(coffee with milk & sugar)

Be warned: instant coffee just wont do. I suspect it might offend Beethoven as well.

Go Ganguly!!!

2006-12-08T02:58:00.000-08:00

When you think about it...
Ganguly is more warrior than batsman
and a really good one!

I havent even watched crickt in ages
but its nice to see dada back.

He can really fire up the game!
This test series is going to be fun if he finds his touch.

2006-11-07T15:12:00.000-08:00

I look behind
abandoned souls follow.

Time lay dead on a see-saw
Now I await on zero ground.

Rags patched with gold
disguise as Kings.

reverie; sloths
hanging on branches
awake to the full moon.
A meal for another dream!

What glitters is gold!

2006-08-31T14:37:00.000-07:00

It took me over a half hour to access my blog today.

Google accounts are now integrated with blogger. so I was signing in with my google id instead of my blogger id but I couldnt figure that out for half an hour because both the user names were the same!!!

all in all its really fucked up! having to spend almost an hour to put up a 10 minute blog!!!!

Interestingly I've just enrolled for a masters program in ubiquitous technology which talks about these problems - where the computer as a machine and a stranger (any new website potentially) sucks up more attention and time than most of the tasks you may perform using it.

I just noticed that Google owns Blogger, Gmail and Orkut! and they seem to be tying it up now! Thats a Lot of people and information about information that people and peoples friends are looking for!

Remembering Blow

2006-06-01T09:26:00.000-07:00

"I've had more than my share of poignant moments. Life passes most people by when they're busy making grand plans for it. Throughout my lifetime I've left pieces of my heart here and there. And now, there's almost barely enough to stay alive. But I force a smile, knowing that my ambition far exceeded my talent."
- George (played by Depp)

"Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again, but life goes on."
- Fred Jung (best onscreen father)

Fred Jung: Money isn't real, George. It doesn't matter. It only seems like it does.
Young George: Are you gonna tell Mom that?
Fred Jung: Yeah, that's gonna be a tricky one.

(best onscreen father/ son)
"Hello Dad. You know I remember a lifetime ago, when I was about 3 1/2 feet tall, weighing all of 60 pounds, but every inch your son. I remember those Saturday mornings going to work with my dad, we'd climb into that big green truck. I thought that truck... was the biggest truck in the universe pop. I remember how important the job we did was, how if it wasn't for us, people would freeze to death. I thought you were the strongest man in the world. And remember those home videos when mom would dress up like Loretta Young, barbeques and football games, ice cream, playing with the Tuna. And when I left for California only to come home with the FBI chasing me, and that FBI agent Trout had to kneel down to put my boots on and you said, "That's where you belong you son of a bitch, puttin on Georgie's boots." That was a good one pop, you remember that. And remember that time when you told me that money wasn't real. Well old man, I'm 42 years old, and I finally realize what you were trying to tell me, so many years ago. I finally understand. Your the best, pop, just wish I could have done more for you, wish we had more time. Anyway, may the wind always be at your back, and the sun always upon your face, and may the wings of destiny carry you aloft to dance with the stars. I love you Dad. Love George. "
- George

"
May the wind always be at your back and the sun upon your face.
And may the wings of destiny carry you aloft to dance with the stars.
"

- Fred Jung

The corner of the earth

2006-05-09T12:35:00.000-07:00

some song by Jamiroquai.
not sure who the dude is...

Little darlin' don't you see the sun is shining
Just for you, only today
If you hurry you can get a ray on you, come with me, just to play
Like every humming bird and bumblebee
Every sunflower, cloud and every tree
I feel so much a part of this
Nature's got me high and it's beautiful
I'm with this deep eternal universe
From death until rebirth

This corner of the earth is like me in many ways
I can sit for hours here and watch the emerald feathers play
On the face of it I'm blessed
When the sunlight comes for free
I know this corner of the earth it smiles at me
So inspired of that there's nothing left to do or say
Think I'll dream, 'til the stars shine

The wind it whispers and the clouds don't seem to care
And I know inside, that it's all mine
It's the chorus of the breakin' dawn
The mist that comes before the sun is born
To a hazy afternoon in May
Nature's got me high and it's so beautiful
I'm with this deep eternal universe from death until rebirth

2006-04-19T10:54:00.000-07:00

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Ganapathiphule

2006-04-07T18:12:00.000-07:00

Beautiful Beach!

Sunset in Ratnagiri

Trying to get off my ass and see a few places while I'm here.
Lots of good weekenders around.

The Cartoon controversy

2006-02-18T04:27:00.000-08:00

An excerpt from http://www.jihadwatch.org/...

Ultimately, then, the cartoon controversy is a question of freedom of speech. As I wrote in mid-December: “As it grows into an international cause célèbre, the cartoon controversy indicates the gulf between the Islamic world and the post-Christian West in matters of freedom of speech and expression. And it may yet turn out that as the West continues to pay homage to its idols of tolerance, multiculturalism, and pluralism, it will give up those hard-won freedoms voluntarily.” Freedom of speech encompasses precisely the freedom to annoy, to ridicule, to offend. If it doesn’t, it is hollow. The instant that any person or ideology is considered off-limits for critical examination and even ridicule, freedom of speech has been replaced by an ideological straitjacket. Westerners seem to grasp this easily when it comes to affronts to Christianity, even when they are as sharp-edged and offensive as Andres Serrano’s Piss Christ or Chris Ofili’s dung- and pornography-encrusted Holy Virgin Mary. But the same clarity of thought doesn’t seem to carry over to an Islamic context.

Ken Kesey - author of one flew over the cuckoo's nest

2006-02-17T11:57:00.000-08:00

“The answer is never the answer. What's really interesting is the mystery. If you seek the mystery instead of the answer, you'll always be seeking. I've never seen anybody really find the answer -- they think they have, so they stop thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer.”

“But as Garcia said, you know, the '60s ain't over till the fat lady gets high. And that means that whatever it takes to get you high: sometimes grief, sometimes it's prayer, fasting. I prefer a joint.”

-Ken Kesey

At 100, The father of LySergic acid Diethylamide is still exploring

2006-01-21T02:44:00.000-08:00

I'm reading an article on ALBERT HOFMANN, who turned 100 on January 11, 2005.
The man's favourite theme is "man's oneness with nature and the dangers of an increasing inattention to that fact". He says "Its very, very dangerous to lose contact with living nature. In the big cities, there are people who have never seen living nature, all things are products of humans. The bigger the town, the less they see and understand nature"

LSD, which he calls his "problem child", could help reconnect people to the universe.

A mystical expirience he had on a forest path more than 90 years ago in the hills above Baden, switzerland left him longing for a similar glimpse of "a miraculous, powerful, unfathomable reality"

He became fascinated by the mechanisms through which plants turn sunlight into the building blocks for our own bodies.

Mr.Hofmann studied chemistry and took a job with a pharmaceutical company.

"LSD spoke to me. He came to me and said, 'You must find me. Dont give me to the pharmacologist, he wont find anything' "

He started expirementing on his discovery(or is it invention). He has taken the drug dozens of times but his hallucinogenic days are over. He says "I know LSD; I dont need to take it anymore". He calls it the "medicine for the soul" and is frustrated by the worldwide prohibition that has pushed it underground.
"It should be a controlled substance with the same status as morphine"

.

2005-11-23T00:35:00.000-08:00

10 years ago
I was 12. I must have been in the 8th grade.
That would mean Bahrain. Home.
I was going to move to India at the end of that year.
On my flight out, I waved GoodBye to a shrinking dot below.
A year later someone reminded me that I forgot to mention it to any of my friends.
(that I was leaving the island..)

5 years ago
What a coincidence! I was leaving Bahrain again.
I was happy to be done with school.

Last year
Staying alive never felt more mechanical.
I was living on 2nd gear.

Yesterday
spent most of the day at home

5 yummy things
Dal Rice
Coleslaw
HotDogs
Junk Food
a beautiful stranger in my bed

5 songs I know by heart
wish you were here
dont look back in anger
satellite
All along the watchtower
Flowers in the window

5 things I'd do if I had a lot of money
Buy a house
Buy a farm
own a pool
quit my job
give away the remaining money to random people

5 places I escape to
my sister
my head
(I get caught easy)

5 things I'd never wear
leather pants
bra
pink

5 favourite TV shows
Wonder Years
Friends
Alf
Transformers
I dont own a TV; I accept donations

5 things I enjoy doing
Walking in a park
Strolling by the beach
eating by the beach
playing by the beach
living by the shore

Favourite toys
(in the past)
jumbo jet
a motor
home made magnet

optimistic

2005-11-14T21:39:00.000-08:00

Its sunny outside
The mist has cleared
My sweat smells sweet
I miss the moon

I sit up to smile
I'm being optimistic

I see ideas floating about
Some words are missing

Life stands waiting

I'm conscious of my breathing,
I try not to stand in its way
I can sense every limb,
ligament and nerve.

5 shots of caffiene

2005-09-27T00:48:00.000-07:00

A predominant source of motivation at work-
consuming caffiene and reading Dilbert & Peanuts
And yet I feel drowsy...
yaaawwwwnn!

I need to fight these lame choices
coaxing me to strive for economic freedom
at the cost of my mind & soul
or rather... whats left of it

About Home

2005-09-07T06:05:00.000-07:00

I was born in India.
Spent 15 years (through school) in Bahrain
I reside in India now...

My parents are back in karaikudi now... you could say back to their roots.

I loved Bahrain. It isnt a isolated memory about school or neighbours or friends alone.
Its the picture of an island. A calm and beautiful island that never force fed an idea upon me.
(Maybe thats one of the aspects of being an alien)
A place where I learnt to skip,hop,laugh, fall & grow.
When I look back, it brings a smile. One thats maybe frozen in a picture frame.

I do like my country... my town karaikudi, its comfortable and pleasant too.
But its a strange land when I step into the streets. Everythings jammed.
It takes a minute longer to pick myself up.

a way forward

2005-08-31T00:30:00.000-07:00

I'm not much of a group person. Havent been into community programmes and I'm not in the habit of donating (this one is out of principle though)

I find it hard to read the paper cause of the body counts
how many bodies have been mauled, shot, raped across the globe ...
along with Celebrities clad in diamonds or a watch attending fund raisers

Then I also have this problem of opinions pasted all over.
you see I'm pretty naieve.. can't make out fact from fiction; from personal crap.

all in all... many things seem messed up and there are people who'd agree on this.
But I came across this George Foundation atricle in the Economic Times (serious) and this guy has setup a NGO with the goal to "empower people" <-- I love these 2 words.. think they go great together.

Anyways,
"The George Foundation was established in January 1995 in Bangalore, India, as a not-for-profit organization under the Indian Trust Act. Our mission is to help alleviate poverty, promote environmental health, and strengthen democratic institutions and values in developing countries."
Their website is: http://www.tgfworld.org/home.html

I know lots of good people who wanna go forward; Some are thinking "revolution", some would hold up signs irrespective of how much sense it made to them; some talk of "love"

I feel this organization is "good stuff" because they want to fix the leaky tap instead of placing a bucket beneath it. (I cant think of a better way to put it now... so do excuse me :)

PS: I know there must be other good organizations... maybe very similar to this that are there or perhaps even some that have faded with time. But it made me think that only we can save ourselves... Shouldnt we?

Sometimes I feel crushed and do a stupid thing

2005-08-02T10:58:00.000-07:00

I watched 7.5 phere on a rainy day in the middle of the week.

A woman
Mysterious & Pretty
me in the corner
senses numb
grace.. no Gorgious!
insides flutter
looks over her shoulder
hundred words lost
turn to speak
wait for another day
Am I powerless or lonely?

But shes the woman on my floor
10 steps away towards the end of the world.
My cubicle's has its back to her.
But she's on my bus...
Her face in my eye everyday
My body turns sweet, amorous, then pale!