Monday, May 04, 2009
Sunday, May 03, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
How does one alleviate homesickness? By doing the following
Wake up at 11am on a Sunday. Listen to FM music channels from Hyderabad. Get ready. Go out to lunch at a local Dosa place. Share appetizers with friends namely (the snacks that is, not the friends) Mirchi Bajji, Samosa and Cutlets. Move on to Masala Dosa and round it off with kulfi and nice filter coffee.
For dinner one should then eat Biryani from "Paradise"
Then one should watch old episodes of M*A*S*H talk to friends online and go to sleep.
The rest of the week should be much better.
And yesterday the temperature fell below 0 C. April my arse.
Wake up at 11am on a Sunday. Listen to FM music channels from Hyderabad. Get ready. Go out to lunch at a local Dosa place. Share appetizers with friends namely (the snacks that is, not the friends) Mirchi Bajji, Samosa and Cutlets. Move on to Masala Dosa and round it off with kulfi and nice filter coffee.
For dinner one should then eat Biryani from "Paradise"
Then one should watch old episodes of M*A*S*H talk to friends online and go to sleep.
The rest of the week should be much better.
And yesterday the temperature fell below 0 C. April my arse.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Late night/Early morning.
I have only 5 submissions, 2 exams, a poster and a presentation coming up in the next few weeks, How do I spend my "free" time? Playing pool and drinking beer. Sigh. What priorities I say!
I am sitting in my room. The heating is off. It is April for heaven's sake.It is cold. As I exhale with force, I can see a cloud of condensation form . This is not done. This is not my April. My April involves, blinding heat. It involves hot dry winds blowing into my already hot room, bringing in the Telangana dust. This dust that collects on my oily forehead, and when i wipe my brow, it feels like im being sandpapered. It involves, cieling fans that push hot air at you, the smell of coolers, the fragrance khus-khus mats just wet. It involves sudden showers, with that amazing smell of moisture on parched earth. My April involves mangoes.
I want my April
I have only 5 submissions, 2 exams, a poster and a presentation coming up in the next few weeks, How do I spend my "free" time? Playing pool and drinking beer. Sigh. What priorities I say!
I am sitting in my room. The heating is off. It is April for heaven's sake.It is cold. As I exhale with force, I can see a cloud of condensation form . This is not done. This is not my April. My April involves, blinding heat. It involves hot dry winds blowing into my already hot room, bringing in the Telangana dust. This dust that collects on my oily forehead, and when i wipe my brow, it feels like im being sandpapered. It involves, cieling fans that push hot air at you, the smell of coolers, the fragrance khus-khus mats just wet. It involves sudden showers, with that amazing smell of moisture on parched earth. My April involves mangoes.
I want my April
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
Flashback to 2007, when the Indian cricket team under Rahul Dravid, won the test series in England. Dravid did not enforce the follow on and the final test was drawn, Kumble scored a century though. I remember watching it in my father's club while having a nice drink and eating masala peanuts.
Cut to 2009. In the third test against New Zealand. Our "aggressive" captain did not declare in time, and we drew a match that we could have won.
Who do you think got more flak for being defensive?
On an unrelated note: Thought for the day. Too many kinks spoil the brothel.
Sigh. This is what happens to your alleged mind if you stay awake till 5 ack emma to write papers.
Cut to 2009. In the third test against New Zealand. Our "aggressive" captain did not declare in time, and we drew a match that we could have won.
Who do you think got more flak for being defensive?
On an unrelated note: Thought for the day. Too many kinks spoil the brothel.
Sigh. This is what happens to your alleged mind if you stay awake till 5 ack emma to write papers.
Friday, April 03, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
From here
by Anwar Ali Khan aka Khamakhan.
Nai bole toh sunte nai
Dekho kitta samjha’roun main
Nai bole toh sunte nai
Apni man maani tum kar’raen
Nai bole toh sunte nai
Karne ke jo kaamaan hain so
Jaise ke wai si-eech hain
Nai karne ke kaaman kar’raen
Nai bole toh sunte nai
Mo po make-up thhoppte jaa’raen
Umar ke peeche mat bhaago
Gayi jawani phir nai aati
Nai bole toh sunte nai
Unke baalan rangte rangte
Mu bhi kaala ho gaya
Bacchhe dekh ko darr ke bhaag’raen
Nai bole toh sunte nai
Baalon main chutla jode to
Banta hai sir ka jooda
Phir bhi baalaan “set” karwa’raen
Nai bole toh sunte nai
Unke baalaan “set” ho ne tak
Mere sir mein ginti ke
Hain so baalaan jhadte jaa’raen
Nai bole toh sunte nai
Charbi chaat ko duble dikhne
Ek hafte se “diet” po hain
Chalte phirte dhakliyan khaa’raen
Nai bole toh sunte nai
Mere ghar mein reh ko baataan
Amma bawa ke kar’rain
Yaan ka kha ko waan ka gaa’raen
Nai bole toh sunte nai
Dubai nai to Jidda jaa-o
Kaisa bhi yaan se nik-lo
Uth-te baith-te bheja khaa’raen
Nai bole toh sunte nai
Din bhar kaam se thhak ko aayon
Chumtiyan mat lo sone do
Suba jaldi uth nai sakta
Nai bole toh sunte nai
Pehle ghussa aata thha toh
Mu mein mu mein bolte thhe
Ab to seedha aang po aa’raen
Nai bole toh sunte nai
Gande gande picture-aan dekh’raen
Nai bole toh sunte nai
Naani ku i-story suna’raen
Nai bole toh sunte nai
Phode pe joh jam gayi khipli
Naakhun se nakko nocho
Purane zakhmaa taaze kar’raen
Nai bole toh sunte nai
Bichhu ke kate ka mantar
Yaad nai aur oopar se
Saanp ke bil mein ungliyaan kar’raen
Nai bole toh sunte nai
Jab poochha samdhi se main
Kya samdhan ummeed se hain
Sharma ko bas itta bole
Nai bole toh sunte nai
and another
Friday, March 27, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Ms Freeze tagged me
Using only song *titles* from one artist, cleverly answer these questions
So here goes: I choose: Simon and Garfunkel
1. Are you a male or female: I am a Rock.
2. Describe yourself: The Big Bright Green Pleasure Machine
3. How do you feel about yourself: Feelin' Groovy.
4. Describe your ex boyfriend/girlfriend: Bye bye love
5. Describe your current boy/girl situation: At the zoo.
6. Describe your current location: America.
7. Describe where you want to be: Homeward Bound
9. Your favorite color is: Leaves that are Green
10. You know : Mrs Robinson
11. What’s the weather like: A Hazy Shade of Winter
12. If your life was a television show what would it be called: Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M
13. What is life to you: A simple desultory phillipic
14. What is the best advice you have to give: You don't know where your interest lies.
15. If you could change your name what would you change it to: Richard Cory or how about The late great Johnny Ace.
I tag
the Sisters Vyas
Sushi
the bored sub
Cynic in Wonderland
Using only song *titles* from one artist, cleverly answer these questions
So here goes: I choose: Simon and Garfunkel
1. Are you a male or female: I am a Rock.
2. Describe yourself: The Big Bright Green Pleasure Machine
3. How do you feel about yourself: Feelin' Groovy.
4. Describe your ex boyfriend/girlfriend: Bye bye love
5. Describe your current boy/girl situation: At the zoo.
6. Describe your current location: America.
7. Describe where you want to be: Homeward Bound
9. Your favorite color is: Leaves that are Green
10. You know : Mrs Robinson
11. What’s the weather like: A Hazy Shade of Winter
12. If your life was a television show what would it be called: Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M
13. What is life to you: A simple desultory phillipic
14. What is the best advice you have to give: You don't know where your interest lies.
15. If you could change your name what would you change it to: Richard Cory or how about The late great Johnny Ace.
I tag
the Sisters Vyas
Sushi
the bored sub
Cynic in Wonderland
Sunday, March 08, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Ms Freeze . Tagged me.
To Get the 6th picture from your 6th folder
and to tell its story
and then, in turn tag 6 people.
Anyone who wants can do it.
The story is, one was out for a smoke, and unbeknownst to me a friend took a picture with his newly acquired shocking pink camera (which he later palmed off on someone else)
To Get the 6th picture from your 6th folder
and to tell its story
and then, in turn tag 6 people.
Anyone who wants can do it.
The story is, one was out for a smoke, and unbeknownst to me a friend took a picture with his newly acquired shocking pink camera (which he later palmed off on someone else)
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Monday, February 09, 2009
Sunday, February 08, 2009
'Pipe'r at the gates of Dawn.
The Saturday dawned bright and clear.Cold. It had been the coldest night, I've ever experienced. The ancient heating system in my 100 year old house couldn't manage to keep up with changing times, ole Jack Frost won the race apparently, I was oblivious to all this until the morning. I kept postponing getting out from underneath the covers until my bladder sank to its knees and begged me to help alleviate its suffering. Now as the bladders suffering is by 'extension' my problem as well, I managed to crawl out and head to the bathroom.
I lifted the seat and was about to download when I noticed that all was not fresh and new in a Scandinavian country. There seemed to be a server error. Looking into the great porcelain God, I was amazed to see, something usually seen inside freezers or old-fashioned glasses. Ice Ice Baby.
After this sudden 404 type error, there was only one thing to do. Find alternative forms of ener..err I mean find alternate site to download (or should it be upload..I'm not quite sure. So I quickly put on all my protective gear(read coat and boots and so on..what were you thinking?)and set out on operation Bladder Blast(Prevention). It was quite warm by then, a blazing -8 Centigrade. I set out to look for a loo. I tried looking for an outlet in the backyard, but exposing my little friend to the elements might have had a less than happy ending with the two anmol ratans escaping the mother ship and thus rendering my future kids bastards (I know it doesn't make sense, stop nit picking). Alternatively it could have been a new experiment in cryogenic preservation, but I somehow did not want to take the risk.
Forgetting it was winter break I bravely trudged (while doing the most entertaining dance, as those familiar with the bladder blast phenomenon will testify to)to the nearest university building only to find it closed. Shocking passers-by with my language ( not that they were familiar with the nomenclature of various female relatives in three Indian languages or that of depraved acts of a sexual nature, but then again, this being New Jersey, one never knows...In Alabama, they, I am told have a better understanding of these matters, not the language so much).
I then went to the next closest building, that to , no surprise , was closed. Giving up I turned and looked for a nice secluded place where I could ahem download, I found it, and just as I was getting down to business: Whom should approach but one of the tribe with the legendary long arm. Not looking forward to spending time in a cold prison, with 300 pound guys called Bubba and Junior, wiser counsel prevailed (my own of course) and I ran away, dancing now, more than ever. I suddenly remembered. GAS. No no, it wasn't the added complication of the previous night's Chole making its belated presence felt. Just down the road there was a "gas" station. I do not think there has ever been an environmental science waala who has been so happy to see the logo of a petroleum company. Anyhow. All was well that ended in the well. I called the landlord and he got the place fixed, it took him 3 days. Thankfully the drain pipe from the toilet did not burst, but the ones from the shower and wash basin did.
The Saturday dawned bright and clear.Cold. It had been the coldest night, I've ever experienced. The ancient heating system in my 100 year old house couldn't manage to keep up with changing times, ole Jack Frost won the race apparently, I was oblivious to all this until the morning. I kept postponing getting out from underneath the covers until my bladder sank to its knees and begged me to help alleviate its suffering. Now as the bladders suffering is by 'extension' my problem as well, I managed to crawl out and head to the bathroom.
I lifted the seat and was about to download when I noticed that all was not fresh and new in a Scandinavian country. There seemed to be a server error. Looking into the great porcelain God, I was amazed to see, something usually seen inside freezers or old-fashioned glasses. Ice Ice Baby.
After this sudden 404 type error, there was only one thing to do. Find alternative forms of ener..err I mean find alternate site to download (or should it be upload..I'm not quite sure. So I quickly put on all my protective gear(read coat and boots and so on..what were you thinking?)and set out on operation Bladder Blast(Prevention). It was quite warm by then, a blazing -8 Centigrade. I set out to look for a loo. I tried looking for an outlet in the backyard, but exposing my little friend to the elements might have had a less than happy ending with the two anmol ratans escaping the mother ship and thus rendering my future kids bastards (I know it doesn't make sense, stop nit picking). Alternatively it could have been a new experiment in cryogenic preservation, but I somehow did not want to take the risk.
Forgetting it was winter break I bravely trudged (while doing the most entertaining dance, as those familiar with the bladder blast phenomenon will testify to)to the nearest university building only to find it closed. Shocking passers-by with my language ( not that they were familiar with the nomenclature of various female relatives in three Indian languages or that of depraved acts of a sexual nature, but then again, this being New Jersey, one never knows...In Alabama, they, I am told have a better understanding of these matters, not the language so much).
I then went to the next closest building, that to , no surprise , was closed. Giving up I turned and looked for a nice secluded place where I could ahem download, I found it, and just as I was getting down to business: Whom should approach but one of the tribe with the legendary long arm. Not looking forward to spending time in a cold prison, with 300 pound guys called Bubba and Junior, wiser counsel prevailed (my own of course) and I ran away, dancing now, more than ever. I suddenly remembered. GAS. No no, it wasn't the added complication of the previous night's Chole making its belated presence felt. Just down the road there was a "gas" station. I do not think there has ever been an environmental science waala who has been so happy to see the logo of a petroleum company. Anyhow. All was well that ended in the well. I called the landlord and he got the place fixed, it took him 3 days. Thankfully the drain pipe from the toilet did not burst, but the ones from the shower and wash basin did.
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