Wednesday, September 22, 2004

Knowledge

Have you wondered about the power of knowledge. As said in Bhagwad Gita "With great knowledge comes great Power" and rightly said once again, "With great power comes great Responsibility". So invoking the property of reflexivity my mind dictates that "With great knowledge comes great Responsibility". So the quest for the search of reasons for the dementing looks that I have been getting from my readers especially my room mates (current and past alike)has come to a full circle. I now know that they dont like responsibilities. And I don't blame them, knowledge is really such a thing.Once you become well informed you start seeing complexities and of the shades of grey in ur surroundings. You see nothing is clear and simple as it first appears.The person whom you thought is so naive suddenly seems to suffer from multiple personality disorder. Thus knowledge is useless and sometimes even becomes paralysing. my room mates being the "Men of action" can't probably risk aborbing even a tiny morsel of knowledge that I tried to squeeze into already over-flowing intellect of theirs.

But Never-the-less "Show will go on"

Aieu!
AndY
(with due regards to Bill watersson)

Monday, September 20, 2004

The Show must Go on!!

Hello all, and welcome to my blog. I hope all your past days have been better than mine. I wonder whether you have been expecting for this crap or not. Nerver-the-less irrespective of your wants, desires and cravings The Show Must Go On. Is'nt this the motto the world is governed with.
Life must be really mundane and boring if I have to work so hard to try and find something to write about. But thats about the extent of it right now. Nothing really majore, or worth writing is happening, its all routine. I go to work, I do my home stuff, reading, play with my PC, music, the usual. In a way thats actually good, that things are going well, so no reason to complain, and I am not complaining really.
I just don't have anything to say, thats all. And no, still no words of wisdom :)

Here are few of the whackiest topics i got from my readers hope u can add some more:

"100 ways to sterlize mosquitos"(btw are makhi and machhar the same?)
"Daddu ko gussa kyun aata hai"
"About the 'one who should not be named!!' "
"Sex Sells" (the real one....some people huh..!!)
"The united States of Bihar and Laloo"

Add to this guys...i would surely Consider it...btw the last one could really be a funny one.

Wednesday, September 08, 2004

Cryptic words And the Kid!!

My object of writing this "piece" is naturally not to counter some of the (healthy?) criticism of the readers of my writings. I was led to write it because in my endeavour to make clear of the essence of volitions (of my earlier writings), I found myself constantly reminded by my fellow brethrens that i am using a lot of cryptic words on purpose. In fact they went on to accuse me that I am using this as tool to attract the female homosapiens at large. So rightly or wrongly, I try to fix this critism beforehand. That the usage of words(cryptic or not) varies person to person, region to region, even gender to gender, to some extent, you must agree to that. But you should also note the fact that in my case this variation is on the whole consistent with a central theme. It's the human psychic to employ such words to create an impression on the readers mind, and this is not unusual. Else why would we be reminded, by any and everyone, of reading editorials to improve our working language from 6th grade. Besides cryptic words lend a touch of subtlity which is important to keep the human mind engaged in the writing or else it would start multitasking. And that no writer would allow to happen.

Now that I have put my points, let me write something on the lighter note, on my personal front. This drama is "About a Kid- 'bachha' ". Okay, So how many of you did watch "Dhoom"? How was it? Well I thought it to be a pretty entertaining movie (You know the meaning of entertaining ..right?). So obviously I didnt want to left odd one out. But finding out that almost everyone has already turned to the dark side, I finally turn to my last hope- The Kid. So dialogue goes something like this:

(You need to read calvin and hobbes for visualization.)

Scene one begins
Setting: A room in an apartment in G.K.

Me: So kid wanna watch Dhoom? I promise ya, You wont be doomed in this bollywood flick
(Remeber "Kyun fati na!! oops sorry Kyun Ho gaya na!!")

Bachha :Horrified my suggestion looks up with an expression of calvin seeming to convey me.
Dude, There are Dead people in there!!

Me with a Hobbish face : Yeah right!! like they are real dead people.
aloud- commo'n it cant be that bad!!

Kid: Forget it!! And curtains fall end of Part one!!

Scene-2 begins

Setting : Me just back from office. Chacha discharging his manegerial duties on the cook.
Kid OOgling out on some explicit content of some Z- grade hollywood flick on my
PC.

Kid: Say Duck , Me going for Dhoom this weekend, wanna tag along!!

Me: aghast on hearing this,can not believe my ears, totally unsettled on this sudden
change of heart on THE Kid's part.
I give him again the hobbish face with an expression sayin : But you thought there
are dead people in the movie. Aloud : Hmmmm, u sure abt that.

Kid: With a gay and happy face: You Kidding me its such a cool movie. And the expression
saying : "Dude!! There aint any dead people in there.. but some naked chicks"

Me : I'll think about it!!

I fade away in the darkness thinking "Is it about a chick!!" Andy holmes starts his clandestine search of get to the real reason for this change of heart. And he finds the garrulous act commited on the kids part

And the Curtains fall end of scene two

Proposed Scene Three begins!!

Setting: location- Saturday night in an apartment hall in the suburbs of delhi(gurgaon for
the less informed junta) dim lights. Kid in the convicts box. jury members
sitting in a semi circle with a lupine face. Kids attorny Dalls puffing away
under stress. Attorny from the prosecutors side "The Good 'ol daddu",with a record
success in interoggation of such shameless convicts, with a confident close up
smile chatting with his battery of intern lawyers notable among them chibbu.
Me on the witness stand.

So my friends the drama ends here. I would like you to use your wildest imagination and finish this part three and pass on the judgement, as the jury is often swyaed by the ongoing public opinion in the trials.

hope you liked it!!

tata
Andy

Sex Sells!!

Now now, how many of you thought that I am going to write a piece containing some explicit content about someone's escapades. On the contrary, what I intend to serve is a purely vanila blabbering.
Now that I have your attention let me be fast lest I loose it. Well here is what I have in mind. I am going to bore you with retrospection of performance of India at the Olympics. Now don't cringe away after reading this. Have patience and read the whole script.
Just for information India has won 16 medals at Olympics till date, 11 of them in field Hockey. And even the exploits of our hockey team are a distant memory. Whatever the optimists may say but lets face it we sucked at Athens. The fact this wasn't our worst of the performances makes it even more pathetic. I don't know whether this is just a just a genetic disorder. Government has its fair share of blame, as they never took sports seriously. Sports is not just an entertainment but it is a way to achieve excellence and pride in the community of nations. But lets face this too the likes of Vedpathaks and Malleshwaris were trained abroad this year(and that wasn't on uncle Sam's money but we taxpayers paid for that), and what was the result. A BIG ZILCH again.
Actually we Indians are so success starved that I was amazed to find how the media drooled on the intial successes of our atheletes in the qualifing rounds, by giving them a short lived demigod status. No disregard meant to Anju Bobby George and the Tennis Duo. But there was Michael Phelps trying to win 7 golds !! and also in the same village there was a contigent from a country of a billion people trying to win a single (elusive) medal. And finally it was an unknown saviour in Major Rathore who saved the blushes for India.

What do these above mentioned lines point. What do we lack, The govt. of India's support to the noble cause of sports. Naaaaah!! true but not in entirety. Of course Govt. has to be blamed since its the easiest thing to do, but what about our atheletes and ourselves. Sure people might say though we are a billion strong country but a vast majority of our brethrens are living in penury, but what about our 200 million strong middle class. How many of us would like to take up sports as our profession. I guess somewhere down in the history we lost our will to win. It's not always about money and sponsorships, or else how can you explain the exploits of the kenyan and ethopian atheletes. I'm afraid that if we allow ourselves to be befuddled by such garbage ramblings of some C-grade sports buff(I agree, I really suck at writing), our Olympic dreams will remain just that. To get ahead, there is need to invoke accountability. And this accountability is not of the Govt. but our atheletes and the society. HOw can we expect to win when we are not supportive enough to our younger generation, or else who knows I could have been an Olympian, seriously I wanted to be one, though only in my surreal world.
You know what prompted me to write this piece of shit."NANA PATEKAR QUALIFIES FOR NATIONAL SHOOTING COMPETETION". It just made me wonder if he can do it at the age of 50 (rest of line must be a foregone conclusion).

Chalo doston, alvida!! but tell me seriously how many of you thought this is about sex. haha.

Blogger Andy

Tuesday, September 07, 2004

Unleash it!!

Well the above mentioned heading has nothing to do with the content following it.I just happen to like the word "unleash". While writing this piece I am wondering what should I start with.I could be cliche (a useful tactic, actually) and start out with "there was this girl..."(done by me once), because there was this girl and people have been pulling my leg over that for the last one month. But I won't. I could again be cliche (and trust me on this one, it works sometimes) and start out with "life sucks so damn much", because life does suck so damn much. Or to top it all I could be cliche (really, doston cliches are useful little things) and give you a hot, steamy cross-section of a manufactured drama related to my life(which the fairer ones would vouch for), but then I'd be lying. I got no drama for you people this time.
So finally once again I am stuck on deciding what to dish out here which is appetizing yet doesn't compromise my position. As far as my work is concerned, my vexations towards it have reached a certain level of dormancy that I wouldnt like to disturb. Anyways it wont be yummy for you lesser mortals.
So here's the deal, why dont you people suggest me what should I write about that would have your attention(While wroiting this crap I just realised how difficult it is to captures one's mindshare by writing with no aid of visuals). So doston keep posting your comments!!

Bidding you Adieu!!

AndY

Monday, September 06, 2004

The One Without a Title..

Hello and welcome to my first blog. I hope all your days have been better than mine.This one is dedicated to 4 of u only. Of course by 4, "u" must have understood whom i am reffering to. May be after this piece i would graduate to a generic level of writing so that it can be read by all.
This is just one of those grandiose plans that i always think of and.. which never never materialize, like learning to play guitar or more recently learning to swim. Of course this time the credit goes partially to tiggi and partially to the editorial in TOI. Well the editorial was nothing like motivating you to write but it was a kind of writing that we people "not from the literary intellengenstia but yearning to be included" would dish out.
Now the title must have given you the hint how much I miss our good ol' vella time in IIT. When ever we have our weekend ritual of daaru party in gurgaon or delhi tiggi is sorely missed for his antics. And there is no one left who goes on high and whom we (read daddu and me) have to take care of. Of course the fairer ones should not be envious of the above statements. I havent watched any movies latley, but every friday i go back in my memory lane of going to a movie which no-one needed to plan for.
I often ponder on flipside of having a very close knit friend circle like we had, and I realise that alongwith innumerable plus points the drawback is that u are not at all accustomed of living alone once the circle is turned into scattered points. You are so used to of being thick of the things that once you part, there is this nagging fear of being socially idle. It also renders you ineffectual to reconstruct a new group of people jus like before. There is this constant comparision going on in the back of your mind, which of course the new people cant match.
Okay friends back to Coding :(...
keep checking..for some more..

AndY