The W810i Walkman Phone...

Got new phone... all i can say is... WHOA!!! Should have expected it from a walkman branded phone... but the sound is... well... totally rocking!!!! I mean... once you put on those ear plugs they give you and play the music... well... you're in you're own world...

Agreed, its not the newest of phones and by far not the prettiest... in fact its more 'sport' than 'sleek'... and i prefer the latter... but once you hold it in your hands... well... it feels so comfortable...


The camera's not bad either... see for urself...Thats my sprite bottle and my view of the house, respectively... or to be more accurate, "clockwise from left" :P

Hostel, Sivaji, Lappie and more...

Long time i guess... but here i am... officailly NIT-Tian... and with just 4 days to go before i leave for college...

Chuck the sad stuff... the best part abt this is, Dad said he ll get me a laptop.... and a cellphone!!!

Wait... there's a catch... i cant take them to college... at least for now.

So my luck went from outtta the roof to thro the window.... but well... sumthings better than nothing right, so i said "Cool!" and popped a chewing gum in my mouth. Which reminds me.... time to make a sweeping statement. Actually, lets make a series of unfortunately true sweeping statements....

Skeptic: "The world is divided into those who love Sivaji, and those with brains."
Critic: "The world is divided into those who love Rajni, and those who skip Sivaji."
Fanatic: "The world is divided into those who love Sivaji, and those who wish to die."

You get the general idea. Rajni, the eternal superstar of tamil ciinema... the mere mention of whose name causes earthquakes in the heartland of the proud Tamil state.... the one who takes the path less taken, who uses a non existent iterative loop structure to repeat his dialogues a hundered times and he who proclaims God is the one true Lord... etc etc blah blah...

Dont get me wrong... im very much a Rajni fan... not the 'ThaallaaaA!!!!!' but more the "whoooooooooaaaaa!!!! sexxxyyy!!!" type... And i pretty much had huge expectations for Sivaji... i mean... the guy looked stylish for gods sake! But then i decided to go see it. In a theatre. With hundreds of screaming fans.

*BEEEEEEEP* Wrong.

Hundreds of silent fans. I wont proceed to critically dissect the movie because that one reaction is testimony enough. Quite simply, it was a Vijay movie with Rajini in the lead and Shankar at his nauseous best.

Enough of that... lets get down to business. So since dad told me i could have a laptop, i thought i d better get down to deciding one. Of course, Dell... they make the best laptops. Then wat else... there i was,,, stuck.... then an idea struck me. You know... the *Eureka!* ones... when a bulb glows over your head and you lift your index finger in celebration, and a photographer is there to capture you in all your frizzy haired glory.... that types. Who better to ask, than a Rocket Scientist!!!!

Wait... No, im not joking. In fact, its "Rok-Het-Psy-Ent-Ist". Yes, he has a name. No, iwont tell you. Yes, he s crazy. Yes, he has a blog. And yes, he does have wierd hair and rocks in physics. No, he s not called 'Einstien'. Gawd!!!!

To make a loong story medium sized, he thoroughly put me down for my lack of computing intellect, proceeded to describe, in a condescending manner, the pros and cons of getting a Laptop (Pros: Lots. Cons: None) and concluded with a flourish, whipping out a link which made the entire conversation obsolete. When i, in a fit of anger, wondered aloud why i just didnt go to the link first, he tells me, "Duh! You need to be a rocket scientist to figure that out!".

The allure of the dark side was never so strong as that moment. Oh, for a lightsaber and metallic limbs with a scary voice and sith powers of torture... *Sighs*

Anyway.... i guess thats all. Any questions regarding the purpose behind this post will be greeted by a very kind, "Look at eh blog name, you idiot!".

Oh, and I would really like to point you all, dear readers, to this amazing book, titled "How to swear effectively : A one stop guide for thoroughly and efficiently dragging your enemies' ancestor into the dust, and adding spit for good measure" by 'Bazaar PC'. I assure you from first hand experience... this one is good.

Later!

Some quotes from a quote freak :P

Just came across some random quotes... and since knowing lotsa funny, logical things many people said makes me feel funny, logical and important, here they are...

"Foresight is being able to say "This sentence contains 27 letters." on the first try"

That wasone i made up just now... oh well... on to the good ones...

"Politics is actualy made up of two words. 'Poly' meaning many and 'Ticks' meaning bloodsuckers."

"I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones."

"The important thing is not to stop questioning."

"Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens."

"A fashion is nothing but an induced epidemic."

'Lack of money is the root of all evil."

"I like pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals."

"From now on, ending a sentence with a preposition is something up with which I will not put." :D

Oh well... thats about it... try to guess who said these... only 8 different people...

Anyways... thats about it... i'm leaving for my college counselling tomorrow... so no more updates till the 8th!

Later!

Formals...

I just realised NIT Trichy has a dresscode. Formals

Formals.

Formals.

*Thats you cue to go WHAT???!!!!*

Yup... so for the first time in my life, i get to wear formals. Rather i'm forced to. That s the problem... maybe i wont mind as much if they said "Dress Code: Cover yourself". Maybe i would even have tried formals. Dunno though... maybe....

So yesterday, i went out to Rex Fashions *Man... this store ROCKS... been going there since i was 3!!!* and got some. 3 pants and 5 shirts. 8 clothes which shall drive me insane. The bane of my freedom. The first step towards total subjudication to the 'higher' authorities. Whatever.

See... it doesnt bother me that i need to wear stuffy, full sleeved, boring striped shirts and impeccable, shiny pants with a proper, polished belt and matching shoes. I doesnt even bother me that I need to wash and SOMEHOW find a way to iron/press these clothes everytime i need to wear them. What DOES bother me is the trouble colleges go to to give us a dress code... i mean... isn't it enough to dress decently??? Sure, formals give you an 'atmosphere'... but aren't we forgetting someting??? Comfort dressing, anyone??? Shouldnt i feel comfortable enough to put my mind to good use, like which dialect of latin the lecturer is dishing out... or more usefully what colour streaks that girl in the front row has got over the weekend ;)

Anyone who says crap like "It trains you for work... you have to wear formals then, you might as well start now" is in for it. Sure, i ll wear your formal, stuffy stuff. If you give me an air conditioned classroom, an awesome cafeteria, perks and what not. Oh ya... wont mind a salary either ;)

Actually, I m quite happy with my new wardrobe... *REX ROX!*... and my seniors tell me the dress code isn't all that strict... in fact after a month, you can wear tees, printed shirts, polo tees, et al. But it bothers me that college *not mine... NITT ROCKS!!! Sucks for you ppl though ;)* insist on suchthings... i know its 'all for the discipline'... but there are better ways to do that than forcing an impractical, rigid dress code on 18-21 year olds. Just a thought...

Later...

My Life - Part 4 - Drama

Lol.. this is goin to be a funny one... because this, this post is where you poor souls who ever chatted with me, finally get an answer to Why?

So... Drama. Life is so dull without it... To me, drama injects fun into life, into any conversation. And i cant have too much of it. For those of you wondering what I'm talking about, i'm talking about how i talk. Or chat. Or sms. Or scrap. Whatever.

You see, I'm no the type who ll go around saying succint, to the point, concise stuff. I'm the type that'll make you 'Live' the moment. Or will try to. Where Julius Ceaser (Or rather our great Bard) said, "I came. I saw. I conquered", i would say...

"I came to the scene of the battle, my loyal legions marched behind me. The mighty Roman Army, in all its glory. Soldiers marched in perfect unision, and in all four directions God has blessed us with, extended the wave of loyal soldiers. My heart swelled with pride, at these fine soldiers, the children of Rome.

I saw for the first time, the barbarians from the east, the horde that dared to oppose the might of Ceaser, the might of Rome. The Hooligans had no order, no pride, no respect. They shouted and hollered, in anticipation of the battle to come, a chance to satiate their bloodlust. If it was battle they wanted, I shall give them war! Charge, Romans. Go forth, in the name of humanity! Go forth, in the name of civilization. Go forth, in the name of Rome! And with that, the vast sea of silver and gold decended on the valley that the barbarians had set camp in. And from the great Valley to the East, there sprung the Red River of Death, and long shall it be before the lands are ever pure again.

I conquered the Barbarians, the last blotch on this wonderful empire, those who had dared to defy fate. In the end, fate has conquered them Nay, not fate, but its humble servant. Ceaser has conquered them. Julius Ceaser. "

*Okay, you can wake up now*

Well... you get the idea. I draw inspiration from a strange mix of Pseudo-Shakespere, Tolkien and Archer. And this mix is mine, all mine... Muwahahahahaahahahahahaha!!!

*Uh Oh... things seem to be gettin outta control...*
Anyways... thats all for this post... hope you enjoyed it after that Philosophical stuff i dished out last two times... so later!

My Life - Part 3 - Introspection - Answers?

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I am not a humble servant of humanity. I ll leave that to the philosophers. I live for myself, my dreams, my ambitions. I may live for my friends, my family too. But humanity? Forget it. Let humanity take care of itself.

Sometimes, looking at the larger scheme of things doesnt really help. In this case, it ll drive you crazy. Try to imagine - Your every action, every word, every breath - being dissected and evaluated for contribution to the world at last. Has a slight shade of red, don't you think? Red is not really my type. Red is the colour of the farmer's blood they say. I don't deny it. Come to think of it, its the colour of my blood too. But its still not my type.

Sometimes you need to stop thinking about the past, or the future. They aren't in your hands... seriously. Of course, since it was June yesterday and July today, and around midnight it was "June ponaal July katre', i can quote...

"Netre enbadhu kai il illai, Nalai enbadhu pai il illai"

For the lazy, i translate. The day gone by is not in your hands, The day to come is not either. Live the moment. Stop thinking about yesterday. Think less about tomorrow. Think more about the here, the now, the moment. Again, leave dissection of the timeline to those to whom it matters.

This is what i eat. This is what i breathe. This is my city. This is me. I can say it, yes. To claim I will retain my identity, regardless of my surroundings, is madness. For those who disagree, tell me first, what is your identity? I always thought of it as a relative term, something that identifies us from the sea of souls around us. But again, reasonable doubt... I cannot say, from the aforementioned qualities, that this is who i am. But maybe i try for too exact a definition. Maybe life is never exact. Chuck the maybe... Life is never exact. To borrow from The Great Book of Overused Cliches , the only thing that does not change, is change itself. That wraps the argument for me...

Where did i come from? Where will i go?

Maybe it doesnt matter. Right now, at this moment, this unique juncture of space and time, this is who i am. I am me.

Argument Closed, in the interest of general sanity.

P.S: This, in fact, is how my mind works... funny, na?

My Life - Part 3 - Introspection - Questions

Who am I? A tough question, really... do we really know? Can you ever say, beyond reasonable doubt, that this is who you are??? This food is what I eat, this air is what i breathe, this city is what i see, this life is what i live. Does that, in any way, help us say, This is who i am?

I remember a question asked by a character in Full Metal Alchemist (yes, an Anime, which i HIGHLY recommend). A homulculi (Artificial human) asks, "Where did i come from, Where will i go?". She is immortal, invincible, incredible. Yet she has no interest in life, no point to her existence, for she cannot asnwer this seemingly simple question.

But will answering that help? Does the knowledge of one's origins in any way affect who they are, and what they will become? Does one truly know oneself only when they look from an outsiders perspective, as one who can appreciate the larger scheme of things? I remember the phrase, an unforgettable one, from a book i read, and i quote, "I am nothing if not a servant of mankind, a small, miniscule yet indispensable cog in the vast machinery that is humanity". Maybe i made it up. I don't know. Forget its origins. Does it make sense? Yes. Is it true? Probably. Does it tell you who you are, beyond reasonable doubt? No. Not by a mile.

Ponder these questions. When you have free time, that is. I do, and i did.

My Life - Part 2 - Janani

Fine... all good things have to end... so i cant act like i hate my sis anymore... still its fun :).

So janani... my dearest sis in da whole wide world... she s a pain sometimes and really has a non-existent fuse... but she s also this wonderfully talented artist, amazingly brilliant university topper types and suffocatingly well organised. She s like this brutally frank, yet genuine person who may have more enemies than friends but doesnt give a damn about it. It doesnt hurt that she IS the only sibling i have... so i can use words like best, lovliest, most-loving-est, best-est and other extremes that my numerous english teachers will state as 'cause of death' in due time ;)...

To be frank... she tolerates me day in and day out... thats something! Not to mention me answering nature's call squatting on her birthday dress, kicking her and cryin to dad that she hit me... and all that stuff 3 yr olds do :).

I can't say much more about her... hell this much is like out of character for me. But anyway, jan, next time you get angry that i finished your aloo bujiya, read thisn post.

Love,
Sharu