tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61603922011-12-14T19:09:13.225-08:00Conversations with the myriad small creatures trying to tie me to the ground.Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.comBlogger3931100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-60245542758501530112011-08-22T22:03:00.000-07:002011-08-22T23:29:16.521-07:00

The New York Times, August 22, 2011 The largest mass citizen movement in India in decades is in progress. Today is Day 8 of Anna Hazare's fast unto death for the cause of the Jan Lokpal Bill. The core committee is doing a fantastic job of trying to keep the main thing the main thing, a herculean task in our country where all too often agendas transmogrify, not very unlike events in the Harry

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-37240048896144500452011-08-04T23:39:00.000-07:002011-08-04T23:41:39.305-07:00

There's 2 entities here: Me, and My Life.At any given point, one is saying a big "Fuck You" to the other. And trying damn hard to execute upon the threat.^

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-22633473094898323142011-08-04T12:33:00.000-07:002011-08-04T12:46:58.143-07:00

In the darkest hour, the writer inside doth return.It's like schizophrenia - always yet never alone. I always have the writer. The last resort. The one piece of me I can keep, hidden if needed. Every great alter ego, every Mr. Hyde, every bad side of the schizo needs a fuel to feed off of. The writer's is pain, of course. You know when something or someone dies. There is a sense of finality about

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-35448862838923415412011-01-10T04:25:00.000-08:002011-01-10T04:27:45.437-08:00

For two days, Santiago struggled with the marlin. Learning about it and himself. It has been just under a year for me, doing this crazy little thing called Consulting. And I feel quite old. An utterly transformative year, this past one. Jumped headfirst into a new career, and a new life. Matching wits with highly talented and intelligent young ‘uns – amused and inspired in turn. Working at this

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-19030057615883065742010-05-05T13:22:00.000-07:002010-05-05T13:31:42.110-07:00

Minutes, hours, days, nights.Sleep, insomnia, the daze of the in-between.Health, sickness, hunger, pain.Love, hate, indifference, annoyance, exasperation.Company, The Coccoon.Excitement, ennui, stimulation - mild, strong.Faces, images, thoughts, actions, emotions.War, peace, uneasy calm.Life, Death.All blend. See all the colours bleed into one. Yes, I'm still running.As I do from time to time, I

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-65628078228485585222009-12-25T06:45:00.000-08:002009-12-25T18:23:50.890-08:00

Remember the classic film, 'Jaane Bhi Do Yaaron'? The scenes where the pandemonium on stage has begun and the 'blind' and confused Dhritarashtra is constantly yelling 'Yeh sab kya ho raha hai Duryodhan?'? Makes me think of every single normal, sane resident of Andhra Pradesh today. Or my beloved Hyderabad, torn between 2 sides, one a blood relation, and the other a heart and soul relation.My

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-14742608201674632402009-08-23T12:40:00.000-07:002009-08-23T13:09:19.096-07:00

What if those you held most dear, but who are not in this physical world anymore, were able to return for a day? One day only?Let's say this day can be predecided. What would I do on my day with you? I could keep telling you how much I miss you and need you, but you already know that because I tell you everyday. You could tell me you watch over me and I needn't worry, but I know that already. I

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-28598335138561820932009-08-23T06:19:00.000-07:002009-08-23T06:22:01.375-07:00

"The poet Billy Collins once laughingly observed that all babies are born with a knowledge of poetry, because the lub-dub of the mother's heart is in iambic meter. Then, Collins said, life slowly starts to choke the poetry out of us. It may be true with music, too." - from this excellent article, based on an interesting experiment.^

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-284008000857471362009-08-22T15:27:00.000-07:002009-08-22T15:35:23.434-07:00

David Gower: Captain Obvious meets Lieutenant Lucidity."This is a pitch where, on a regular but irregular basis, something will happen." - The Oval, The Ashes 2009, 5th test, day 3

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-78484513998305943312009-08-21T03:40:00.000-07:002009-08-21T04:11:40.073-07:00

And I am absorbed into the song.I am wandering through the notes. Parts of my brain are being tickled by the intricacies, the subtle changes of scale and chord. I smile, finding my feet tapping, my head nodding. The guitar strums along, I hum along. Then the words kick in. Lovely, simple words. A voice like honey, nothing more than an easy conversation.Then the bass line registers with me.

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-67229647817553941742009-08-06T15:45:00.000-07:002009-08-06T15:49:55.373-07:00

"The thing is to find a truth which is true for me, to find the idea for which I can live and die." - Kierkegaard^

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-8270309650127963522009-07-12T17:34:00.000-07:002009-07-12T17:54:14.167-07:00

The sport, not the insect. All (disgusting) entomophiles, you're looking for the 3rd door on your left down the hall, the one marked 'Exit'.http://www.amazon.co.uk/Duckworth-Lewis-Method/dp/B002ASVR8E/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=music&qid=1245861844&sr=8-1My current favourite is 'Jiggery Pokey', about Mike Gatting, Shane Warne, and 'the ball of the century'..."it was jiggery pokery, trickery chokery,how

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-53876796408739661492009-07-01T14:00:00.000-07:002009-07-01T14:12:52.584-07:00

One (obviously) passionate - don't miss the !!! and the !!!!!! - and slightly misinformed (?) MJ fan :"He was simply greatest!!by Abdullah Saikh on Jun 27, 2009 06:15 PM | Hide repliesNow we hv realised that we hv lost a legend!!But I read on this board somany blogers spreaded hatred on him!!That he is a child molester, philodelphia etc etc!!!Now these blogers are saying they are lost a legend

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-29880851365118190452009-06-19T15:41:00.000-07:002009-06-19T15:59:00.380-07:00

3 months to the day since the last post.I think I need a shrink.Not that those two statements are related.I think I need a doctor, I feel sick.Is that related? I don't know. Maybe it was the Pimms and the wine. Maybe it was the people. Too many and too few at the same time.It sure as hell wasn't sentiment. That it's all over. And there are too few photographs. Maybe there were too few dinners,

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-22357677810644870952009-03-20T17:07:00.001-07:002009-03-20T17:40:55.060-07:00

...and where were you on the eve of Dec 31st, 1999?When the world was going nuts with the paranoia of Y2K, and giddy with 'New Millennium' stuff and how significant that specific night was to be (and of course pedantic about it not being the real millennium and no 0th year and all that).I was with my best friends, at a wonderful, memorable party (which had 17 guys and 1 girl. No, it was not that

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-82974476722678681272009-03-20T11:25:00.000-07:002009-03-20T11:36:51.668-07:00

Did you see Tendulkar bat today? In the first test against New Zealand? When he got 160 of the absolute best? When he treated all the bowlers like little club chokras? When he had the commentators slipping into rapturous gasps? When words like 'sublime' only find space in the footnotes?Now I can hear the naysayers pipe up with 'he only does that against lesser bowlers and lesser teams, like

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-39306756777254492292009-03-06T01:16:00.000-08:002009-03-06T01:21:44.312-08:00

You know, a key factor in the world not descending into absolute anarchy sooner is deaths due to war, disease, drought and natural disasters.Can you imagine what would happen if we eradicated malaria, TB, AIDS, poverty and all the rest of it - millions and millions more people fighting for the same, limited resources? People living longer due to medical advances?Am I sounding like a crazy

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-61990725869707010422009-03-03T14:17:00.000-08:002009-03-03T14:34:26.178-08:00

How sudden, impulsive decisions can change your life.An unnaturally early rising, an unexpected memory jolt to tune in, an uncommonly young show host with attitude, an uncanny alchemy catalysed by electromagnetic waves.A typically impulsive response.Eight years later, here we are. Still here. Still strong. Inspite of everything.Happy Anniversary, love.^

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-22478028972168024202009-02-05T16:35:00.000-08:002009-02-05T17:07:57.364-08:00

A king's ransom in dimes is peanuts.This kingdom means little if I cannot share it with you.I miss you, my Konstantine.^

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-3096122145511263522009-01-20T17:01:00.000-08:002009-01-20T18:20:14.638-08:00

I was shocked when it was suggested to me that googling someone you have just been introduced to was perfectly fine.Then it was explained to me that one needs to take the 'obsessively' out of it. Because otherwise it's just creepy. "Ah!", I went. Nevertheless, it is an excellent tool, I must say. I tried it and it works wonderfully, especially to keep tabs on people. Not that I was rubbing my

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-21888805371661546772009-01-16T17:28:00.000-08:002009-01-16T18:11:32.515-08:00

Faintly, gently, he ran his fingers down her arm.He didn't want to wake her, but he just had to touch her. She was on her side, with her back to him and in the candlelight, he could see the fine hairs on her skin, reminding him she was human - a fact he could scarcely believe. Especially not after the past few hours. There was just something about those eyes; all that hogwash about looking into

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-61582500775987225482009-01-11T16:54:00.000-08:002009-01-13T05:01:30.333-08:00

"Let no turn pass unstoned." - from a review of biker/stoner movie "Freebird"Heh heh. Nice one.^

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-10654659218298419252008-12-31T08:23:00.000-08:002008-12-31T08:24:14.654-08:00

This is my December.This is my time of the year.^

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-8892803106748218932008-12-23T12:48:00.000-08:002008-12-23T13:00:17.635-08:00

I just wrote a 700 word post and deleted it.Man, freewheeling writing is dangerous - it can lead to the truth.And nobody wants that shit.A: So, what do I do now - exit?B: No. Evolve.^

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-65767325883859693942008-12-13T17:26:00.000-08:002008-12-13T18:13:48.780-08:00

You knew it was coming.For this week, the top 10 videos. All senti, I am.Yeah, you did.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZUUmH2tmTQFantastic video. And song. Cheese factor 7, but ya gotta love it.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ioavsW0tgIDo I even need to?http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ePyRrb2-fzsSuch a visual delight. Superbly complemented by the music.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A0gDqUvceCYA

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-21592132275344279422008-12-09T15:28:00.000-08:002008-12-09T15:30:41.114-08:00

10 am: Problem statementThese damn exams looming over my head!1.00 pm : Problem statement - addendumSo many episodes of Two and a Half Men!11.30 pm : Problem solved.^

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-84688910417070521412008-11-27T14:31:00.000-08:002008-11-27T15:03:07.673-08:00

I feel strange.Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know people are killing each other in every corner of the world. Wars have been raging in Palestine, Africa, Kashmir, and elsewhere for years. Communal riots, ethnic cleansing, genocide, torture for pleasure. Man's supreme inhumanity to man. And yet, I reflect now. And somewhat passively at that.Have I become that insensitive, that inured? So

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-58029988015468717302008-10-24T15:27:00.000-07:002008-10-25T03:57:48.502-07:00

How long would a bottle of whisky last in my room, I wonder. Pretty long, I'd imagine, but then again, how would I know until I tried?The most interesting conversations and ideas sometimes come from the strangest places. I have one of these almost everyday now, it seems. Today's came during Happy Hour in the Common Room. Ok, admittedly, strange ales and strung out MBA students provide a fertile

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-28768740388030990982008-10-09T16:54:00.000-07:002008-10-09T17:08:12.916-07:00

I need to be a bit higher. Just a little bit.Over the past couple of months, I've had some interesting...moments, for the lack of a better word. As the words fly off the keyboard right now, I remember the night in Bangalore and the weirdest dream I've had in a while. It was so surreal. reality seeped in at some point and I found myself at a strange but irresistible crossroads. this dream was more

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-84082465181666899642008-10-03T16:33:00.000-07:002008-10-03T16:58:23.489-07:00

"Welcome, NS, to what is likely to be the most transformative year of your life"This was the thought running through my head on the bus from Heathrow to Oxford. And it wasn't too far off the mark.It's been a week and so far I've attended seminars with the former CEO of Intel, the ex-chairman of the FTSE and the ex-CEO of Aviva life insurance (a company worth the small sum of 45 billion pounds),

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-48295788768898511272008-07-19T13:51:00.000-07:002008-07-19T13:52:33.860-07:00

Led Zeppelin and Whisky is a potent combination.^

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-63167296422848512432008-07-11T08:29:00.000-07:002008-07-11T08:38:13.476-07:00

I never ever thought that I would one day be formally called a Corpuscle.It's not exactly something a little kid in middle school immediately aspires to be called, is it?When he hears the term for the first time in some sleepy biology class, he doesn't exactly look at the blob in the picture and think "One day... one day...", does he?Couldn't they have picked a better name?Oh well.^

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-24283612734754213752008-07-07T02:20:00.000-07:002008-07-07T02:52:28.473-07:00

A very belated update on 'No Bread Day', which was on June 14th, 2008. This is part of the mail my friend sent out:"The first ever 'No Bread Day' ( as a friend aptly named it) - how did it go for you?.A little under 600 people fasted yesterday. One conservative estimate shows that it translated into 300 kilos of grain saved for the hungry, enough to feed 2-3 villages of 250 people. By the laws of

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-35403999750182159282008-06-07T11:14:00.000-07:002008-06-07T11:34:55.146-07:00

I have a friend who thinks big. Really big.It's just one of the reasons I am glad to call him my friend. He's been in the NDA, done an MBA from one of India's top institutes, worked with an IT company and been all over Africa; he's now studying International Relations at Georgetown in the US and is currently on an internship with the global microfinancing agency FINCA in Kabul, Afghanistan. And

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-33259066538083196692008-05-25T15:04:00.000-07:002008-05-25T15:17:51.246-07:00

Today I heard a song from my younger years.Then I listened to it.10 years vanished in 6 notes on a piano. I was back in a place and time when the grass was greener, the light was brighter, the taste was sweeter. The words wrapped around aural and neural channels in ways I can barely describe. The searing guitar solo reminded me of the pain the permanent branding of some memories causes.But, all

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-47690310354153823982008-05-08T05:33:00.000-07:002008-05-08T06:17:33.428-07:00

Saying : Put it where the sun don't shineMeaning : Put it in England.I've been invited to play cricket with a local club team this summer. I was sent a list of the 'fixtures', I was informed I would get a club t-shirt, I didn't even have to get any gear of my own - the club has sufficient shared kit. Understandably, I have been dreaming of getting streaks of green on the knees of my trousers, and

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-29452694074878118742008-05-02T05:12:00.000-07:002008-05-02T05:13:55.198-07:00

So, it has been suggested that I should return to writing.Hmm.Hmmmm.^

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-4352840589376324842008-01-26T12:42:00.000-08:002008-01-26T14:07:22.232-08:00

My grandmother only watched TV once a year. She watched the Republic Day parade.She was born in 1915 and was a young woman in a village in Kerala, excited about teaching the leaders of the next generation, when India gained independence and then became a Republic. She loved watching the event that celebrated a free India, a vibrant, strong, diverse, multicultural, happy India. She especially

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-32685213259764875392008-01-26T03:43:00.000-08:002008-01-26T04:07:18.967-08:00

I woke up to a not so happy Saturday morning - Australia piled on the runs on Day 3 of the Adelaide test, so it looks like a favourable result for us is going to require a minor miracle.And I thought, oh well, it's 10 am, I might as well make me some breakfast. And I thought, oh well, I might as well watch some nice stuff on YouTube while I'm at it.I was in the mood for some U2, so I started out

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-13628431579756972732008-01-13T09:05:00.000-08:002008-01-13T09:59:36.257-08:00

The man who gave me my name, and told me three words which will guide me for the rest of my life.The woman from whom I draw inspiration everyday for strength of character, hard work, eternal curiosity, and unconditional love.2007 - the year I lost both of them to the circle of life, within a few months of each other.I try to put down the million thoughts I had, and still have - about crematoriums

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-24088342666417458192007-12-06T13:42:00.000-08:002007-12-06T14:50:07.211-08:00

*strike**drag*Oh, I have so much to tell y'all. So much I kept thinking I should share, but never really got round to. Where do I begin? Ah well, anywhere will do I guess.*drag*So a couple of months ago, I was invited to a brass band concert. I say 'invited' because it was a formal event, I had to get all dressed up in my suit and pink tie. Yes, pink. The concert was in the Town Hall, the VIP

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-16915748099927114992007-11-18T02:43:00.000-08:002007-11-18T03:51:12.730-08:00

The 5th ODI between India and Pakistan is on. And thanks to the wonders of technology, I am able to type in a few letters into my browser window and watch the match live. Awesome.Sreesanth (shanth ho jaa, vats) has been having a good time so far, with 3 quick wickets. Sree doesn't come without the antics though - he had a go at Mohammad Yousuf and even Sachin was laughing. Yousuf was grinning

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-9000136125733074192007-11-11T11:20:00.000-08:002007-11-11T12:37:39.688-08:00

One of the more funny sites I've come across recently.www.xkcd.com^

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-91000363560545002762007-11-08T06:00:00.000-08:002007-11-09T01:33:31.822-08:00

India managed to lose to Pakistan yesterday. Again.But more tragically, Sachin got out on 99. Again. For the 3rd time. A record.15th time in the 90s. Another record.He already has 41 ODI centuries. Another record.What can you say about this man? What more can you ask of him on the cricketing field? All the morons insulting him, baying for his blood, should be ashamed of themselves. Apart from the

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-16822337502101349772007-11-06T13:55:00.000-08:002007-11-07T02:04:48.736-08:00

Make no mistake, little one, this is love.When it rains, you wish you were back on that highway, sitting on a bike, the wind in your hair, the droplets in your eyes. Just so you can sit in a watchman’s cabin again. And shiver, but not just because you’re cold.When the sun is about to set, I wonder if you catch the glint in my eye, and know what I’m thinking.When you hear that song, you look

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-4938677897266620032007-10-31T11:46:00.000-07:002007-10-31T17:03:36.274-07:00

It's time I re-learned the art of writing. Or learned, as the case may be.How about a piece of prose which doesn't have sentences ending with multiple punctuation marks? Which expresses what I want to say without needing 'emoticons'. Which contains, for the most part at least, words which can be found in the OED.Something I wouldn't cringe at some time in the future.I seem to have forgotten how

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-80896024868674117402007-10-26T03:01:00.000-07:002007-10-26T03:19:35.509-07:00

Damn.My mum just had lunch with Thomas Friedman, OBE, multiple Pulitzer Prize winner.This, following on from her sister, my aunt, who (a few years ago) had dinner with John Nash, Nobel Laureate, owner of A Beautiful Mind.How the heck do I compete with that?I guess I'm just going to have to have tea and crumpets with the Queen, or breakfast with Bono, or something.^

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-45340460418717376592007-10-26T01:45:00.000-07:002007-10-26T02:02:38.293-07:00

I'm sure several wiser heads have asked and answered this question earlier,but main sochroon tha...Is it possible to shut down the internet?We are now seeing the first generation of kids/teenagers who can't remember life before the internet, cell phones, mp3s, mp3 players, computer games and reality TV. That's a separate rant, of course.But thinking about it, if the internet were to be shut down,

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-4170504154601588582007-10-24T08:15:00.000-07:002007-10-24T08:56:31.264-07:00

Things that made me laugh today :The Condom Song on Youtube.An educational video in Telugu, with subtitles. Hilarious. Guys in coloured condom cardboard cutouts (how's that for some alliteration eh?) singing and dancing. There was a point where the background music was going ting ting ting, and these guys were dancing in some fields. Of course, I broke down at this point.This is six and a half

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-56735427920990049172007-09-28T04:01:00.000-07:002007-09-28T04:51:18.499-07:00

(...continued from previous post)And so.The euphoria has not died down, really. All over the country, the media is falling all over the glory boys. 'Dhoni's Devils'. A 26-year old cricket bachcha, albeit a seemingly level headed one, is the captain of the Indian Cricket team. Yes, they played some wonderful, exhilarating cricket, pulled off some incredible, chest-thumping victories. Made me feel

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-54013335162074811492007-09-25T01:45:00.000-07:002007-09-28T04:55:03.942-07:00

Knock KnockWho's there?Misbah.Misbah who?Mis bah five runs.- Raja Sen (cricket columnist)Lol.India are the World Twenty20 Cricket ChampionsChak De!(to be continued...)^

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-15113557486684425012007-08-13T03:23:00.000-07:002007-09-28T04:55:41.163-07:00

Yesterday, I went to the Croft Circuit leg of the British Superbike Championships. With my friend, Bob the Biker. I sat in the grandstand and watched as supertuned machines on two wheels, 2, 3, and 4 cylinder bikes with brake horsepower numbers in the hundreds, and engine capacities of a medium sized car rumbled past at around 180 miles per hour, the sound and vibrations rattling my eardrums and

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-30436749566253061192007-07-14T12:35:00.000-07:002007-09-28T04:56:57.004-07:00

Just another day spentthinking of life and deathand all in betweenThe light that shinesthrough the wine, carrying thoughtsof what you are, what I amand what is mineMan of steel, with tearsof mercury, flowing slowlyFrozen by the windMelt, rewind, recast, renamebut the streaks remainNot long for this worldbut already many lives lived too soonThis fragile life of porcelainshattered, then lovingly

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-91890210364302321242007-06-29T04:36:00.000-07:002007-09-28T04:57:33.970-07:00

(in no particular order)“yeah, make it strong!”“Don’t put any coke / sprite / water / soda ”“I don’t feel anything, light another”“This stuff is no good. Put more when you roll the next one”“Hey, look at this plant. Looks like it might be from the same family…”“I don’t think anyone will be home…”“Ash it into the bottle, and drink it. Zyaada strong rehta…”“Naah, it’s a small stack. The flames won’

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-33984564678741767432007-06-26T08:56:00.000-07:002007-09-28T04:58:44.939-07:00

I went to a different town last week, on work. One of my favorite colleagues, Bob, works in that office. I like him because he's a very nice, helpful, knowledgeable chap. Oh, and he also has a 900 cc '96 Ducati. He wants to buy an even more powerful bike now.Another colleague I met that day, your everyday, mild-mannered chemist, had a 600 cc Kawasaki.I love my colleagues. I don't really care

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-62521805963659963242007-06-15T09:36:00.000-07:002007-06-15T09:50:55.417-07:00

How long's it been? A little more than 2 months.Way too long.A lot's changed in two months. A death in the family, an appraisal of my life, an appreciation of life, a change of scenery. No small changes, these.One day in early May, I was dying to write. A eulogy. But I did not, then. I will now.One day in early June, I was dying to write about the turn my life has taken. How I am seeing things

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-43001105472972012712007-04-12T10:28:00.000-07:002007-04-12T10:39:05.239-07:00

4 year old : Amma, what's Good Friday?Amma : explains4 year old : ...that's not nice. Shouldn't people be sad?Amma : well, yes, sort of.4 year old : Then why do they call it 'Good' Friday?Amma : uhhhh...4 year old : Amma, what's Easter?Amma : explains4 year old : ...so Friday...then Sunday...Amma : yes.4 year old : So what did he do on Saturday?Amma : uhhhh...Guess I started early, eh?^

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-67471425078594108772007-02-10T02:39:00.000-08:002007-02-10T04:20:56.079-08:00

Today, I will write. I will write free. I have no idea what I write, and why. I never write well with distractions, especially with music in my ears or in the background.For the first time ever, I am writing with my extremely underused video iPod plugged into my ears. Am quite likely to say stuff that's absolutely unconnected, irrelevant, politically incorrect, irreverent. With enough and more

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-74604422995449183152007-01-30T21:50:00.000-08:002007-01-30T22:21:03.587-08:00

What is it that makes us think, at some point in time, that we can spend most of the rest of our lives tolerating a person?What is it that makes us abjectly surrender personal space and expect that willingness to surrender to last any significant period of time?What is a reasonable period of time before boredom sets in? Before loathing sets in?^

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-26601951941222778692007-01-06T11:17:00.000-08:002007-01-06T11:53:06.314-08:00

This evening, I went to a social event - the wedding reception of a friend.Apart from the couple, I knew about 2 people among a gathering of maybe a hundred. And these too were only acquaintances. And I was going alone. So I thought I would greet the couple, hand over the gift I spent 3 hours choosing, stay for a polite half an hour and make my exit.Like they say, the best laid plans of mice and

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1167393832947207852006-12-29T01:31:00.000-08:002006-12-29T04:10:35.616-08:00

No one will see usWatch the pain as it disappearsGotta read this, the link to which I found on Rahul's page.Well written, it offers a perspective which I frankly never considered. Interesting.*********************************No time for angerNo time for despairWon't you come with meThere's room for us thereI read the posts on the Hampi road trip, and I'm thinking, that does it.That bloody does

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1167037081933918102006-12-25T00:52:00.000-08:002006-12-25T00:58:01.956-08:00

(gotta love the way the red arrow points...)

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1166118323687996342006-12-14T09:12:00.000-08:002006-12-14T09:45:24.193-08:00

This thing called Wisdom,is so unfair -offers me lucidity,and charges me in hair.****************************Two guys, one in a full suit, carrying his laptop, two large shots of scotch.A meeting after a long time, catching up.Two more large shots, with soda.Work woes, business, Mumbai. Exchange stories, old friends.Two more.Singing along loudly with Stain'd, Aerosmith, and YYYYY M C A!Two

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1164430466378017302006-11-24T20:22:00.000-08:002006-11-25T10:42:20.156-08:00

taking the stairs only one at a time...I'm beginning to think enemies, or rivals, are as important as friends.Few things can tell you as much about yourself as looking at yourself through the eyes of an opponent. But the enemy must be worthy. An equal or a superior, nothing less. Friends tend to lull one into a sense of complacency. It's only an enemy who will truly show you where you stand.

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1163523639815708342006-11-14T08:52:00.000-08:002006-11-14T09:00:39.840-08:00

Dammit.A wonderful 700 word post lost to the whims and fancies of my internet connection. What a loss.700 words, which talked about my love for movies, movies I thought were great, the quite interesting results of a recent health check up, and my general state of mind.All in all, a deep and thought-provoking post which would have, no doubt, provided a never-before-shown insight into the pysche,

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1161760389511354842006-10-24T23:56:00.000-07:002006-10-25T00:13:09.533-07:00

"You are just jealous because the voices only talk to me."Heh heh.^

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1160373040498605882006-10-08T22:37:00.000-07:002006-10-08T23:00:28.636-07:00

North Korea claimed on Monday that it has performed its first-ever nuclear weapons test."The nuclear test is a historic event that brought happiness to the (sic) our military and people. It will contribute to maintaining peace and stability in the Korean peninsula and surrounding region," KCNA said.Heh heh heh. What was that last bit again? Didn't sound quite right...'South Korean President Roh

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1160073417446439932006-10-05T11:23:00.000-07:002006-10-05T11:36:57.470-07:00

“You ask too many questions”, she said with a smile."What else is a seeker to do? Isn’t this the only way?" I asked.“There you go, two more questions!” she said and laughed.The lake was still. I thought of telling her it was like a sheet of glass, and then I thought better of it. I didn’t want her to think I could only speak in clichés. It was like thoughts were flying by at the speed of light,

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1159290064138160362006-09-26T09:10:00.000-07:002006-09-26T10:46:06.556-07:00

Hmm, that's interesting.In the previous post, I was talking about how we, of the 1990 - 2010 generation, will be the ones seeing the maximum change in lifestyle and the way the world operates. I think I am really beginning to believe this. And interestingly enough, my colleague cam up with the same thing, and said the same thing, just a day after I wrote about it.And we weren't even discussing

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1159106446869540652006-09-24T06:20:00.000-07:002006-09-24T07:00:46.910-07:00

And so it seems I must get back into the habit of writing.Or typing, as it has become these days.In a month's time, I will take yet another exam. One I'm not entirely sure why I am taking, but it seems to hold the possibilities of wealth, fame, fortune and all the rest of the dreams they sold you so hard. The exam is online and requires writing.Or typing, as it is these days.So now, I use this

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1156735980062235112006-08-27T20:27:00.000-07:002006-08-27T20:33:00.083-07:00

Seen today on the back of an auto rickshaw :"No CollegeFull Knowledge"Heh heh. Right on, brother.^

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1156231302785899982006-08-21T23:04:00.000-07:002006-08-22T00:40:29.396-07:00

It was ten years ago that someone told him something that would stand by him in times of trouble and self doubt. Time and again.They weren't friends, they weren't enemies. More like competitors. They rarely spoke to each other and the relationship was standoff-ish, at best. But they had one thing in common - they were not liked by the others. It was almost at the end of their acquaintanceship,

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1152779323639640162006-07-13T01:28:00.000-07:002006-07-13T01:28:43.660-07:00

It's amazing how words fly fast and furiously when fuelled by emotion. Any emotion. I go dry for months and then on one day, poetry flows interminably. Paragraph upon paragraph of incandescent prose, words gushing. Like there was never a drought at all.Is this how poets, writers and musicians feel? I hesitate to say 'artists' because I cannot claim to understand much beyond prose and music. Even

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1152684774677401152006-07-11T23:12:00.000-07:002006-07-12T00:08:02.470-07:00

A large city is not just a geographical location, a dot on a map. It's not just a place of existence, where millions of lives are lived out, over hundreds of years. It's not just a name in history books, being linked to one gory example of human nature after another.It's an organism. It's alive.I hate Mumbai, but I'm beginning to develop an undeniable respect for the city.Torn apart by communal

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1150819218748346972006-06-20T08:07:00.000-07:002006-06-20T09:00:18.800-07:00

There is so much I want to say. So many times in the recent past I've had some seemingly brilliant thoughts, which I felt should really be put down somewhere. But they've all run away. Ah well, shit happens.********************I have a newfound respect for Pulsars. Not the average Pulsar riders, mind you - they are still the reckless, brainless lot they always were. But the machine itself...very

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1150729448363265052006-06-19T07:29:00.000-07:002006-06-19T08:04:08.406-07:00

There is an interesting concept called The Tipping Point. A friend explained it to me (I'm yet to read the book) and as I understand it, it's basically a point in any situation when one outcome becomes more likely, among all the possible different outcomes. The case is built up on several different factors, but it's usually one single factor or incident that will tip the balance.For example, when

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1148735878856416862006-05-27T05:50:00.000-07:002006-05-27T07:15:50.383-07:00

Life in Six CartonsSix cartonsFive bagsFour contraptions of worldly comfortThree guitarsTwo amplifiersOne year of a life.Don't ask me for how long but Mama, I'm coming home...^

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1148302694875207092006-05-22T03:05:00.000-07:002006-05-23T04:55:02.440-07:00

Gotta love life eh? Just when you're down, it'll kick you in the teeth. Just to make the experience more unforgettable...And right about now, the song on the radio says "One love...I will survive...". Ugh. As if I wasn't in enough pain already.In the 80's, it was very cool to ask "What's your sign?". It was a while before I learnt that showing the finger was not considered the appropriate

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1147883322686504072006-05-17T09:21:00.000-07:002006-05-17T09:28:42.723-07:00

Too much flux, too much chaos.Too many people, too much noise.Too tired a body, too dead a mindToo little sleep, too high expectationsChaos is not all bad - a system is supposed to have maximum potential when it is on the edge of chaos. Potential could mean anything, of course. Potential for rapid mutation, leading to rapid evolution. Quite likely.I, however, am likely to be on the 'extinct'

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1145467305081749132006-04-19T09:21:00.000-07:002006-04-19T10:21:45.176-07:00

Nothing like a near-death experience to show you the true colours of your life. Especially if it comes just after a birthday...Some things are just not meant to be, eh? Life-validating journeys, stories for a lifetime, India winning the cricket World Cup...The same thing happened the last time trips were planned with similar intentions and motives. That turned out so bad...tch tch. But, that was

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1142517954531951652006-03-16T05:49:00.000-08:002006-03-16T06:05:54.550-08:00

Dear Ma,This is a love letter.It is addressed to you because the object of my affections may not ever see it. And you are the person who needs convincing that my love is true and heartfelt. Who will forgive a son’s foolish pursuits if not a mother?You have asked me several times why I 'waste' my Saturdays and every other available opportunity on this love, at once both satisfying it and feeding

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1140771890755526092006-02-23T22:21:00.000-08:002006-02-24T02:11:18.050-08:00

It was late afternoon. Everything was orange; his favourite time of day.He saw her sitting on the opposite side. She was reading a thick novel, she was somewhere in the middle of the story. He only looked up because of the beautiful gothic images on the cover of the book. While he was wondering how to get a closer look, she looked up sharply over the top of her thin glasses. He smiled and

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1139248866681805862006-02-06T09:25:00.000-08:002006-02-06T10:01:06.753-08:00

I picked a winner,you picked a winner.Neither a conscious choice,Place and time, place and time.A night spent tracing lineson unmatched palms;Urgent, passionate kisseson a road not yet builtHa, how ironic.We were too young, I was too stupid.There were no cracks. Forever, they said.A stupid idea, a party spent in two corners.Pleading eyes, of friends, yours, and mine.A party ended in smiles - of

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1138029997960084232006-01-23T06:39:00.000-08:002006-01-23T07:26:38.023-08:00

No.Mazaa is not coming like this.Something's gotta give......soon.^

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1137507227076993822006-01-17T05:47:00.000-08:002006-01-17T06:13:47.136-08:00

(main text directly lifted from http://in.rediff.com/cricket/2006/jan/17msg.htm)"It took a makeshift opener and a former middle order batsman to sew together one of the most incredible opening partnershpis in the history of cricket, in the process coming within spitting distance of breaking the world record, which also stands in India's name.(413 by Pankaj Roy and Vinoo Mankad in the 1950s. The

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1137149326230125682006-01-13T00:36:00.000-08:002006-01-13T05:43:26.446-08:00

On a long and lovely highway east of HyderabadWe listened to the engines moaning out as a one note song...6.15 am at Tawakkal Cafe. Ceremonial chai and cigarette. Warm and feed the beasts, load up and ship out. 7 am.Highway 9 in 15 minutes. 115 km/hr.Suryanamaskaram. Biker chick....thoughts were wandering the way they always do...riding eighteen hours and there’s so much, so much to do...Thinking

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1136909037592742122006-01-10T07:32:00.000-08:002006-01-10T08:03:57.640-08:00

Chirala : Dec 15 - 16, 2005. 700 km over 2 days. First time riding partner, new bonds. Weddings, beaches. Underground temples, psychedelic experiences. Fortunes and flat tires. Photographs and magic bikes. Cigarettes and alcohol. Hard riding and Easy Rider.Naldurg : Dec 25th, 2005 500 km in 1 day. Forts and

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1136527467177902072006-01-05T21:18:00.000-08:002006-01-05T22:04:27.246-08:00

Jaanbaaz hum chaleChoone aasmaan chaleapni to bas yahi udaan hai...A, I didn't know him, but I'm sure he must've been a wonderful man to produce a wonderful woman like you. There is, and always will be, the blood and spirit of a fighter pilot in you.One day, it will all make sense.One day, when you and I are sitting at a random location, people-watching, in a comfortable silence, listening to the

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1135318157518226982005-12-22T22:03:00.000-08:002005-12-22T22:09:17.520-08:00

Raavoi chandamaamaMaa vintha gaatha vinumaaaRaavoi chandamaama...^

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1135008644834832892005-12-19T07:55:00.000-08:002005-12-19T08:10:44.866-08:00

Sachin Tendulkar scored his 35th test century on Saturday, December 10th, 2005.And this was the headline on The Times of India, Sunday, December 11th, 2005.Accompanied by a truly wonderful photograph of the man. Half the front page was dedicated to him, and almost the whole of the last page, which also had an amazing photo of him raising his bat to the heavens. Goosebumps, I tell you. The

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1133416273812974092005-11-30T21:45:00.000-08:002005-12-16T09:44:53.246-08:00

Their bodies fit so perfectly. There was no way he could describe it, he thought – not in a manner anyone would understand, anyway. Each time was differently beautiful. He could not imagine a greater happiness. They made love like it was in the movies, and he could hear the soundtrack in the background. He turned onto his side and put his arm around her. She looked at him and her eyes saidHold

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1132203664747343532005-11-16T20:56:00.000-08:002005-11-16T21:01:04.756-08:00

Dinner : 4 parts whisky, 2 parts chicken.Accompaniment : Dio, Rush Chronicles, Tchaikovsky, Pearl Jam, and Trilok Gurtu on shuffle.Dessert : gb&a, 6 stringAfter : Apocalypse Now (redux)The End.^

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1131892680671613222005-11-13T06:26:00.000-08:002005-11-13T06:38:02.000-08:00

*strike**drag*Too many people I know getting married nowadays. Makes one think, that does. Some people I’ve been out of touch with for years turning up with "I’m getting married. Please come." Well, good for you. I wish you all the best, I’m sure.And what’s the deal with all these weddings in December this year eh? If I hear of another one, I’ll just be...So, what’s uh, the deal? The stars all in

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1131193949458082092005-11-05T04:07:00.000-08:002005-11-05T04:32:29.513-08:00

There.It's happened again.That pit of the stomach dropping off thing. That churning of organs, spitting out a baleful, sickening noise. The voices, the derisive laughter in the head.The ghosts of the past just won't give up. How ironic that I played one in a high school play.Someone tore out the script, now I'm standing in the centre of the stage...with no lines to say. I stare, and they stare

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1131033854976505562005-11-03T07:47:00.000-08:002005-11-03T08:04:15.033-08:00

I ain't dead yet.Not quite.Just paying a visit to the dark side.^

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1128937667542658122005-10-10T01:49:00.000-07:002005-10-10T02:47:48.223-07:00

Once bitten, always bitten.I just had to scratch the bike-trip itch, the causative agent having been embedded way back in January. Then came the damned Avenger ad. Then came my talking about bike trips. Then came concurrence from Bangalore and frantic, very ambitious planning from all parties. Then came the inevitable incompatibilities of time and priorities. Then came the petering out of plans.

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1128400208823636882005-10-03T21:11:00.000-07:002005-10-03T21:30:08.830-07:00

Where are the people I once knew?Where are the people who once knew me?All those friends have long since goneBlown and scattered like autumn leavessome are lawyers, some are thievessome are now behind the sunThe past is a rabid bitch. No lovebite, this. No vaccine, no salve.And no escape, either.The thing is, I let you do this. Gently correct your longsighted aim, and help you place the stake on

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1128330495472444382005-10-03T01:53:00.000-07:002005-10-03T02:08:17.820-07:00

Waqt ne kiya kya haseen sitamTum rahe na tum, hum rahe na hum.Beqaraar dil is tarah milejis tarah kabhi hum judaa na theTum bhi kho gaye, hum bhi kho gayeEk raah par chalke do kadamWaqt ne kiya kya haseen sitamTum rahe na tum, hum rahe na hum...Some things require no explanation.Some words require no further edification.^

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.In Hindu culture, there are supposed to be 4 stages in a man's life.These are : (whatever), brahmachari, grihasti, sanyasi.Loosely translated, based on effective meaning, these are :'What is frustration?', 'build up frustration', 'expend some frustration, learn new types of frustration', and 'no frustration'.or,'Too young to know', 'too smart for own good', 'too dumb to think (look what you did!

Non-Senseinoreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160392.post-1127710903175457232005-09-25T22:07:00.000-07:002005-09-25T22:01:43.210-07:00

.I guess at some point salient occurences in life must be recorded.I now have a flatmate.He's French. He will be called J, in case there are any future references to him.He's been in India/Hyd for 3 weeks.He moved in 4 days ago.I was elsewhere over the weekend. For the first time ever, someone was in my flat while I was not there. It was a scary thought.I returned to find the computer, cds and

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