Drops!

Sometimes you sit alone. 

Either by choice because you need silence (or no disturbance or trying to focus and finish something) or you want to have your own space or you are angry.

Sometimes you end up sitting alone and practicing shhh too because everybody else is reading, man do I itch to be a bug during such time :-/

Most times when I sit alone to read, like really read, I get distracted for every small thing. Like suddenly when someone enters the room and I have to have to turn. Might not be useful to turn, but I have to somehow. I could be called by someone (this is plain imagination). I have to go and quickly get a pencil from the other room! I have to go drink water, I didn't drink much since morning (reality, just before I emptied an entire half a litre bottle).  Let me go ask my labmate about that thing, that thing you know? Did I switch off the fan and lights in the other room? It is getting so so cold in here, where is the AC's remote? Gosh let me go hunt for it now. Oh, I forgot to go say "Hi' to XYZ today, let me go do the honors. While I'm reading I could cut my nails and remove this horrible shade. I have to oil my hair. Wait, let me look for what to download tonight (waste an entire hour or more to check what next to download). Lets see what is there in the fridge (at least a dozen times within two hours). Oh wasn't that show supposed to start in a few minutes? Yesterday, and that other day, those XYZs were mean to me. I must do something about it :-P. Aaah let me finish returning those calls and messages that have been piling up and up. Farmville crops have to be harvested, the offer is only for another four ours! 

The day is almost over, oh no, tomorrow I will not do this again!

Anyhow, it was one of those days when I was really trying to read. Yes, because I had an exam the following day :-P. I manage to continue being a member of only one day batting group somehow, since childhood :-P. So I was sitting there under the AC, yes right below it. I felt a tiny drop of water on my hand. Probably fell from the AC, I told myself. All is well until evil pops its boothaddham out. God, I'm sure it was that balli. Cheeee. I tell myself, couldn't be, where is it, if it did? No answer. Again another drop fell. I was like thats it! Got up and ran away, never to return to reading. 

Sometimes I also feel something tiny moving or running in my head. Those times I get up and do a thorough oiling and combing session. No fruits, all clear! Or I suddenly see a lot of latent skin disease patterns on my hands and feet. Whatever the reasons for distraction, the worst is when something watery falls on your head or hands. Who is to know what it COULD have been? 

Bottomline - Who says only kids have attention deficits? Jara okkasaari kaluvu manu naathoni! (Ask her/him to meet me once!)

No escape situation!

So, I have to go give a terribly important yet silly exam in a few days. I have been running away from my boss since at least three days now. Why? I'm obviously not working ("when do you?" is the question, is it? :-P).  So, I do not have much to say to him (I almost never do). To reduce this bhaaram, I shifted to another room bole tho, my other annoying labmate as gotten all of his baggage with him, and oh that includes my boss as well. I cannot, simply cannot read with too many people around me. Specifically so when he is around. For a change Iyyam trying to read. Actually, some sort of Murphy's Law in action. Whenever I try to read, something WILL happen. Like power cuts (almost all the time), kids running around me, having to take care of kids, chatty people barging into my room or my privacy, people staring at me, having to do other work as well. How can a lazy person like me even get something done at this rate. Should I give up reading? I never took it up in the first place! :-/ Its like those newly pass outs asking for jobs and all the companies say is we need someone with experience, where will the experience come from if no one hires?
I think I'm losing it. I never HAD it to begin with, whatever nanograms left of it also slipping away, Bachao Bachao!

Aggressive me!

I'm awfully arrogant and to a great scale aggressive too, mind you only verbally! I do not think of myself as a calm person in any way. Although, unknowingly I do develop a lot of patience for some set of people I don't really want to. How does that happen when my threshold for nonsense and unjust is really like somewhere deep in the ground.

Therefore, it makes me less of a "comely" person. Kids are genuinely scared of me, they don't even remember to bat their fake cartoon puppy eyes while they stare at me. They stare and then look away in like less than ten seconds. 

Did I already mention that Iyyam mean to the extent of mean can get when I bug others?
For an aggressive over achiever of bad moods, I'm also very lazy (there are several people who will second this fact). In spite of all of this, I seem to be getting popular with people. Plug in the detail of me being one of the very very few people who still calls Hyderabad home, and you will understand my problem. I'm always entertaining guests, friends, attending every wedding in the world, doing all the running around. I wonder how I ended up this way. That too I'm pretty boring to be around with as well. I might as well get a job that is designated "for the people, by the people, of the people". Since I don't seem to have a life of my own anyways, or at least that is the assumption with which people schedule my proceedings for any given day!

Function, inverse function, range, domain, circles, sentences, physics, maths, log, BLOG!

Flying Foot Kick to me ... !

Jaisi karni waisi bharni...

Antha Branthiye naa ?

Jagamay Maya .....brathukay maaya!

Payasam 

Payasam is one sweet that I always loved. It is an anytime sweet. I like all of its variations too. Like the ones that the bengalis/malayalis/oriyas/tamilians/gults make!

There is always room for payasam!

I never understood if kheer is also a variation of payasam.

Honestly I DO NOT like the rice version of it :-/

One sweet dish that is utterly Hyderabadi is Double-ka-Meetha!

Oh man the things I could do to have it. Like those guys in 3Idiots say, "hum cake ke liye kuch bhi kar sakthe hai". I could say the same for it. Although come to think of it I love Sheer-Khurma too. Awesomeness defined!

I'm actually having a renewal of sweet-tooth or craving sweet tasting items right now. Wish I was around people who would make it for me.

I don't know how many of you must have had those rose flowers made at home? Those have gone into oblivion I feel. I don't get to eat them, buy them, or see others making them anymore!

This reminds me of what mom said earlier this evening. I was having an early dinner sort of and I HAD to open my mouth and tell her that I will not disappoint her and probably grab a bite again later on too. To this her answer was, "neeku aithe dinner sayanthram six ninchi morning six varaku continue avuthundhi kadha, continue" karke!

SO MEAN!

But its true, every bit of it, also this reminded me of how I would be able to fast for ramzan with ease at this rate. Therefore, the thought of all the lovely sweets right now.

P.S. Sorries for no blogs, no net no blog. Reminds me of that song Hello Doctor from the movie Prema Desam where they have some lines that go this way "No credit card no love, No car no love, No lies no Love". :-P
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8mXURPI3oVE 

The Age of Individuality....

I was thinking about our times. About how all of us seem to be confused, in some way or the other, about some or the other thing. Gone are the times when people would stick to the norms and not stray from it. I guess things were a lot easier for people back them, except for the revolutionaries and rebels of such times, but then again they were still the outliers of the lot. The goal was to agree with a perspective, not to question it because of the strong underpinning they possessed through patronage. 

Individuality has brought its own set of pros and cons. Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder I'm told. If I think of it objectively, most people I see everyday are definitely beautiful. But then again, when I think of whether I personally think someone is beautiful or not, I fail to even acknowledge most of them as beautiful. In Joey's words, they are so far from the line that the line is a dot to me! :-P I hope I have put my point across, although in an odd way. Subjectively, each one has her/his own definition for beauty. We have come to a point where we accept this fact for starters. But, I strongly believe that such populations are still lurking as outliers. The mean is still same old same old! But according to a lot of predictive science through models and simulations, the kind of populations that shall prevail in the future are all set, belong to a certain type, and then what will happen? I think I have digressed enough. 

Why bother about a lot of such garbage? I was sitting in this journal club today. It is so difficult to collect information for statistics when there is a wide disparity in thought, culture and gender issues. Not to mention your own experiments with the truth (philosophically speaking), in other words, your own experiences and genetic makeup which also influence what you think or feel. How do you unify such data into one and bring out a pattern in it. Of course, you put through a lot of mathematical and other higher order computational procedures. But then you have twisted around too much, come up with the best possible theory, which in turn could be wrong from the core. But I'm told something is better than nothing at all. 

In the end I was humming "We don't need no education!"

I had this vague correlation to this movie, Monty Python: Life of Brian. I would say watch it. It was so much simpler to be like a community and follow one person, whether in your right minds or not. People always sought out for a leader or a god or an embodiment of god on earth. Individuality gave us, I feel, a religion of our own. Follow your own religion, have your own precepts and principles and other rules of the sort. But the difference being, back then, one such person emerged amongst thousands and made truck loads of money and now we make none. Of course, now such leaders are addressed differently, as being spiritual than godly.  So we are back to being in a mixed and confused time. Should we follow these spiritual babas or should we be on our own? Very Subjective again!

P.S. Sad post, but wanted to ramble on and on and trust me it was difficult NOT to write all that I thought. Spared ! Bottomline, Unity in Diversity doesn't seem to exist anymore, or did it ever?

I really like the interactive doodles that Google makes! :-D
I like the normal ones too actually :-)

Funny Girl 

I was watching Funny Girl yesterday, and I have been watching a lot of classics off late, including musicals. 

I realise that I love musicals, although I haven't really watched them exhaustively, I'm quite happy with the ones I have.

What makes them nice (for me)? Well they are a nice mix of lyrically put verbal vaagjal. I have always admired the beauty of the minds that are able to come up with such imaginative ways of expressing simple things in life. To notice the beauty in everything. To align words beautifully, to even think of it! Not to mention composing them with great music and having a person sing it the way it should have been sung. Art!

But the one thing I didn't really have an appreciation for was writing about what the poet really means in his lines. I used to like reading poems, period. What do you think of this? What could this mean? How can you relate this to this and that? What is the theme/tone/etc etc? Some of these are pretty simple, but some of them call for your guesstimates (yes, it is a word). How can someone possibly put themselves in another person's shoes who belongs to a different time, age, and other differences of the sorts? 

What inspires people really? I'm told it is passion (more often than not), but what drives it? How does it begin? I wonder, brainwise, what makes someone more poetic than the rest. There seems to be some sort of a pattern. A lot of poets and singers who write their own songs seem to have died at a very young age! The other day I discovered the existence of this young and really talented singer(according to me). I liked her music a lot, it was refreshing to learn that I can tend to like such music too. But then very abruptly I thought that maybe she will die soon too. Now, I know shub shub bolo, but I couldn't help it. 

I wish I was given a job where I only watched movies, I might get bored sometimes, but it would be a cool thing to do. 

P.S. following are the songs I liked for their funny composition, both the lyrics and the videos :-)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k4pYENXT9Ek
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=olKEitXfREU

Bunked Classes.

Experiment didn't work for several reasons. 

Not sleepy at all. 

Didn't read anything.

Was all excited, chumma excitement.

Got a cute pair of earrings, thank god for cute friends and their good tastes :-P

Was missing people I didn't think I would, strange :-D

Was listening to the same six songs throughout the day.

Didn't even get to eat properly, at the feast that too!

I "could" continue with the work right now, but I don't feel like it. Its alarming, its alarming :-P 

I don't know what I do with my time anymore, got told several times by this person at work that I never seem to work like everybody else in the department.

Mom got a new phone, yey! :-D

That was what I did yesterday or more like 40 minutes before thak. 

This tells me that I'll be ditching a friend big time tomorrow, :-/

Ento Ento season is running in my head .....

Optical Illusions.

Off late I have been wondering a lot about vision and illusions. The reason being, on one particular day I couldn't tell reality apart from the imaginary. Why? Intoxication does that to you sometimes :-P. This is mainly because of the "moving mind" I'm told. Whatever the reasons, here is a video I want you to watch. Fixate your gaze at the centre of the video without blinking, for about 20 to 30 seconds maybe. Now look at some other object away from the screen. 

http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=File%3AIllusion_movie.ogg

See what I mean?

What we see now seems to be effecting what we will see next. 

Also, what we see with respect to its surroundings also seems to have an effect. Follow the link and see it yourself!

http://www.michaelbach.de/ot/lum_white/index.html

I'll add another one video to the list of visuals here. This one really spooked me out and I wondered if the Matrix is really true :-P

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Lilac-Chaser.gif

If everything we see is actually not what it itself is, then what is it in reality?

Tu du ..du du ...tu du ... du du ... tun tun tun !

I sat down to write for today and all I could do was this in my head, so I thought why not for a change write it down too :-D

Kuch Thanda Pee Lo

Mood Nahin Hai

Dahi Bade Lo

Mood Nahin Hai

Kulfi Kha Lo

Bahut Kha Chuke

Paan Kha Lo

Bahut Kha Chuke

Bahut Kha Chuke...bahut Kha Chuke

Aji Ras Malai

Aapke Liye

Itni Mithai

Aapke Liye

Pehle Joote

Khayenge Kya

Aapki Marzi

Na Ji Tauba

Na Ji Tauba...na Ji Tauba

Kisi Betuke Shayar Ki Besuri Kavvaliyon

Dulhe Ki Saliyon, O Hare Dupatte Waliyon

Joote De Do, Paise Le Lo

Joote Do...paise Lo..!

Where have all the normal people flown off to?
I'm being inundated with all the intellectuals (or readers) of the world having long opinions to orate and disseminating much bakwaas to digest!
All the normal people please stand up!

Working with Workoholics !

My boss is a natural workoholic. He actually enjoys and has fun with it. This is the worse kinds because then you can't even be bitchy about him. Were he a tyrannical one who forced us to be workoholic too, then , it would have been different. This nature of his makes us feel terrible, there is no force to do anything except he is always this bubbling source of  "so what shall we do next?". If there is no rigid answer then he starts his own experiments or reads like anything! I'm doomed!

Its one thing to not work and tell yourself to be fine with it :-P. Its another to feel guilty about the fact that your boss is not going to force you to either. This is exactly like another experience I face with my parents. They never tell me what to do. Reason they quote, if anything goes wrong you'll blame us. Baah. Really! I'm forced to bear with my own wrong doings. I don't mind it, but once in a while I'd like to hear what they think too. It helps to hear another perspective about what could be a solution to the current or perpetual problems in life. 

Did I tell you that he loves to shop? Mostly for items needed in the lab. Right now, in spite of it being a Saturday, he is in his cabin working. He was here since morning, reading. Again! Next he finished his shopping in the city (at Ranigunj, around 25kms from the university) for electrical items required in the lab (he loves to make his own instruments). He came back to the lab, started building this item required in the lab; I was playing farmville during the time. Now he is back to reading again! Why can't someone leave me in vacuum instead, I'm suffering from asphyxia anyways! :-/

Born with a FACE !!

It was one of those days when nothing I tried seemed to have successfully reached its fate of completion. Or probably completion never was its fate in the first place. Out of exhaustion and no other option, I took the offer that PH presented and went out for a ride in the campus. We ran our, not few but one, errands and decided to head for tea. While sipping it away, we met a few other friends. Since I was so dejected, I kept the conversations going for as long as possible. I was in no hurry to get back to the mess that I last left few minutes ago :-)

While we were engaged in the talking, we came upon the topic of bunking regularly. The fact that if ever I cite illness as an excuse it won't work. Therefore I can never fake illness or even openly admit that I'm in spite of being ill. The reasons being that I shall not be trusted for what I uttered. Because, I told her, I have a face which never seems to show an internal illness like it shows in most others. I don't have a face that can gather kind or pleasant emotions from the opposite person. ha ha ha .....but true ! That is so only because I project an irked one most times, maybe arrogant too according to one other friend.

I have a lot of friends who can get away with almost anything because of the "paapum" face they have! This reminds me of "Puss in the Boots" from Shrek. The way it makes a "Oh I'm an innocent little thing that can harm no one and I'm true to the core" face.

                                                       

It is probably a little unfair to be born with a face that exudes a certain emotion by itself. Correction - NOT probably, it IS unfair ! I won't deny that I don't dislike happy and smiley faces, but the thought that I can't have one is what bugs me a lot. Actually not even that, who wants to smile all the time, its just that why is it so ? Why should someone be born with a smiley face, or a cheerful face, or a calm face, or a serious face, or etc etc. I wonder how that happens though. So once your face is developed and the first expression you make gets stuck on for the rest or your life or ...... ! Gosh .... it would be cool to know how that happens :-D

You Are Self-Assured

You value truth and justice. You are impartial, and you believe in treating people equally.
You are principled and conscientious. You try to behave as virtuously as possible.

You want every one of your days to mean something. You don't waste your energy on things that don't matter.
You couldn't be someone else even if you tried! You're simply you - and thank goodness for that.

The Circle Doodle Test

Blogthings: Waste Time at Work!

You Are 60% Bipolar

You're a bit moody, and at times, your moods can be a bit extreme.
It's up to you to decide if you're simply dramatic... or slightly bipolar.

Are You Bipolar?

Blogthings: Quizzes and Tests and Memes, Oh My!

Did you know ??

Following are a few words I found out about laughter and was amazed - like always with words! :-D

Geloscopy/Gelatoscopy - seemingly one of the several Methods of Divination which can predict the 

                                          character of a person or his future from the way she/he laughs.

Katagelaphobia - is an abnormal fear or dislike of being ridiculed.

Abderite - a scoffer. 

Abderite Laughter - means an excessive or foolish laughter; scoffing.

                                  It is said to be derived from the ancient region named Abdero. Democritus, an 

                                  ancient greek philosopher, also known as The Laughing Philosopher (for laughing at 

                                  human follies) was born in Abdero.

She and Si and SSi....!

I have laughing riot kind of memories about each of these Cs :-D.

My brother, as a kid, was a little like Taare Zameen Par. No, not mentally, but when it came to studying he went into those modes of being scared and thoroughly anxious. Short term memory wise worse than Ghajini! He would forget the spellings in split seconds, sometimes I wish I had that ability. Gosh, CBag for one would debate and say I hear your words and raise you by NO :-P (yes, makes sense only in my head ha ha ha). So focus, yes my brother, he had to learn the spelling "she". He had been on it for a week or so by then. So, my mother asked him the spelling on this eventful day that I have been meaning to write about. Very promptly, he said, "s" "she (I mean the syllable she)" is she. She asked again, what is the spelling? Very adorably he repeated the same thing over again. He did that three times and finally experienced an episode of, how to fingerprint rouge on your cheeks? I, like my sadist self, sat there, watched the whole thing and couldn't stop laughing! 

Some of my friends, like most people whose native languages don't harbor a lot of sounds, have trouble pronouncing the usual she as she. The whole "she" incident with my brother has only aggravated the swiftness with which my antenna seem to gather any mistakes in this regard. A classmate of mine is a perpetual source of hilarity for the same. So much so that I had to excuse myself from the class because I couldn't stop LOL. All the above mentioned syllables are simply put C :-P

Yes CBag, I'm cheap and evil and .........!

My list of hate words off late :--

See
Hear
Learn
Conscious
Subconscious
Unconscious
Aware
Attention
Context
Concept
Percieve
Understand
Know
Condition
Feel
Sense
Represent
Integrate
Train
Meta
Mind
Predict
Expect
Feedback
Feedforward
Intuition
.......................... those are only to name a few, mind it :-P

My labmate .... 

HG is one awesome guy, as in awe inducing guy literally. I love this man's humour, its abrupt, has the correct punch line, falls under one of my favourite category of "true words spoken in a jest" and I wouldn't change a thing about his style of delivering the joke.
He walked in today and said "iss dess mein logo ke paas informaysan nahi hai! koi kuch jaantha nahi hai aur clear nai hai mathlab". The timing was right because I went around asking for some stupid correctional measures procedural details :-D
Sometimes in a day that was full of stupid worries, all it takes is one sentence from HG :-P
To add to my giggle fits he said "aabhi jaakay mein ghaaram paani mein doob jaunga", this seemingly was to cool off his head that was bubbling :-D

Thanks HG for the giggles now and a few that I'll remember and laugh about at any given time :-)

Oh My GOD ..... Passwords !

Wake up, check if there are any missed call or messages on your phone - type password.
If you chose to check something in your PC or your laptop - type password to log into your computer.
If you have more time and want to check mails in the items above - account name (one more entity) and password to login into your internet connection.
Finally to open your email account - login details - account name and password.
If you are a "social-networker" - same goes.
Come to work, to log into your lab/work computer - account name and password.
Work related mails on intranet- account name and password.
Want to apply to some university/ties online - respective number of account names and passwords.
Want to book flight or train tickets online - account name password.
Want to use your ATM card - PIN number (multiple if you have multiple cards).
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Password Password Password......!!!!!!!!!!

There is too much pressure to be like everybody else ?!!

Today I went out with my labmate to just hang around at this place called Indranagar. It wasn't much of a place of that sort until recently. The right way to put it would be usko uttha scene nai tha pehle!  We were sitting there and having our respective favourite chat items and that is when this conversation broke out. About how I can never be like some of the people we saw there. I think I can indubitably state that I always stand out in a crowd, visually.

Even as a child, I failed miserably in attempting to be like the rest. My bunch of friends were a tad bit different from me. Maybe it was because we were culturally different too in a way. But at that age I didn't have the brains to think of it that way. Then there was an age where I took pride in saying the phrase "I'm not a commoner!". Yes, I did ha ha. A few years after that, the pride didn't seem to do much. It just made me feel less of a person. A sense of belonging amongst the crowd was lost. 

Now, I still don't know where I belong. Some sort of a lost phase I guess. When I think of it, I believe I always wanted to belong. A very powerful word according to me. If you fail to belong or adapt , then you'll be thrown out (I got heavily Darwinistic here I know!). It is pretty much like boarding the local trains in Mumbai. You either let the crowd take you in and out, in other words go with the flow or you will have to be a part of the "driving" force there. If not, you will most assuredly get trampled and left injured.

Another of my randomness, but one of the self-obsessed related topics that I keep wondering about in my head. I shall bid adieus with the following lines that made it feel a little better :-D

The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself. 

                                                                                                                          .......Friedrich Nietzsche.

My Boss..... :-)

Most times I walk into my boss's office and update him on the minor (also read sometimes major) blunders that I must have committed with respect to my work or other things of the sort. 

His reaction mostly involves a cascade of changes which begins with a startled face, sudden frigid zone stiffness in his normal stature, dilated pupils, undivided attention and a face that reads " mmm..hmm.... I'm listening ... go on .... but I'm scared for you, me and the general future of the lab". 

Yet he manages to keep his countenance and displays an optimistic one. Once the situation is explained the relief on his face is undeniably great!

Today he walks into the lab and says the exact same thing to me, "I did a very stupid thing today".

My reaction on the contrary was a burst of laughter. 

He explained what he had done and we kept in mind that such things should not be done again. 

Yet I kept thinking, I should have given him a piece of his own reaction :-D

But who am I kidding, he would have probably laughed and said "Nothing serious(read could be serious) just a small mistake that I want you guys to know". 

Still, I kept laughing about it. 

Funny man my boss!