In a bid to protect Indian culture (or whatever is left of it), the Shiv Sena and all the Kings men have decided to ban airing of the ongoing Euro cup.

There are a lot of things that I wish I could say here in my blog, but I don’t. This means that
a) My blog is not an accurate representation of what I am.
b) There are reasons as to why I don’t let all my thoughts take the shape of words.

As I embark each day to discover new blogs and find them, somewhere in the back of my mind I evaluate the frankness, openess, sincerity, depth etc. in the posts. Many bloggers, as I have said before, are pretty smart people. Unlike the T.V watching, soap discussing crowd, bloggers (and many people who spend lot of time online) are on a different plane of existence. Since much has aleady been said about why a T.V is an idiot box (it doesnt have a pentium inside for sure), I wish not to stress my point by adding anything more. But does an idiot box breed idiots? Now, that is something to ponder about. Anyways, the point is, most blogs that I come across pretty much follow a pattern. This pattern gives them a certain character. Which is good. Makes life easy.

It won’t take you any more than 3 secs, or the IQ of Einstien to figure out that I am a very erratic person in many ways. Actually, erratic wouldn’t be the right word. Inconsistent would be a better way to put it. Inconsistency shows in my hand writing, shows in my blog and shows in my everday life.

Why am I inconsistent?

There is no one answer to that question. It is congenital, to say the least. Its also due to a certain inner restlessness. Its something that may sound wierd and I can’t do justice by trying and explaining things to a general audience. But if you were to understand this inconsistency in a negative way, then I would be guilty of having mislead you.

All I am saying is that after having seen other blogs and how even they can get, I have to admit that mine is not the same. There are some drawbacks to this. For instance, I may not be able to use my blog to impress a girl – I can’t expect her to make anything of what I am by reading it. Its all very incomplete.

On the other hand, if there is anyone out there who can actually make something out of these posts, then I would be able to understand a steadily ticking counter. As of now, the counter is slow. Yes, I do check the counter on a daily basis to see how many new people have wandered to this little corner of the internet.

Having said all this, I would also have to say that I dont come from a place where blogging is something to go by. Sure, having a journal is good for mental health and all, but then, a blog isnt a journal right? Or let me put it in another way – A blog with a counter is surely not a ‘dear diary’ sort of journal. A ‘dear diary’ sort of journal is something that carries the burden of daily secrets and tearful sorrows and all that shit you want to get out of your system (of course, along with the happy stuff). I wonder if any of my friends really bother to visit my blog regulary (or any blog for that matter). They are either too caught up with something else, or this concept itself isnt exciting to them. I would have probably taken a similar stance if I hadn’t seen the internet as a beckon of hope (as a bored individual) in a certain place, in a certain time. That certain place and time is when the affair with all things ‘online’ began.

And whad’ya know, the internet is indeed more than just a respite. There is email, there is blogging, there are forums, there is chatting, there is ORKUT (!!)….there are a whole lotta ways to get those daily kicks. And to me, the internet offers a certain intellectual simulation that I would personally, preferrably like to find elsewhere (but I dont). So all in all, I am just another IP address playing along.

Peace.

[ Listening to: The darn printer ]

I come inappropriately dressed to office. Yesterday, I was wearing a cotton shirt and nearly froze to death. I repeated the mistake today. I think I need to buy myself a sweater. Wonder if some scientific research has found a connection between freezing and increased cerebral activity. WHY CAN’T THEY CONTROL THE TEMPERATURE…Grr…

Am currently devouring a fat Calvin and Hobbes book called ‘Revenge of the Baby Sat’. You have to give it away to Bill Watterson. What a genius. Reading his interview however (you can find that here), I am surprised as to how simple Watterson comes across as. I always enjoying going behind the scenes to get to know the creator – be it music or Calvin and Hobbes. This Watterson sure is something else.

I have been thinking of compiling a list of all the artists, bands and music I listen to. The list is of course going to be quite long, but what I am wondering is – how do I classify this list? I am not too fond of genres. Probably alphabetically, but then to put Cradle of Filth and Charlie Parker next to each other isn’t a very decent thing to do. Or atleast I don’t like it. Wil have to dwell on this for sometime.

Peace

What is your idea of perfect happiness?
NOW.
Which Historical Figure do you most identify with?
Me.
What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
Modesty and Humility.
What is your favorite Journey?
Life.
What do you consider the most overrated virtue?
Truthfulness.
On what occasion do you lie?
When I dont know the truth.
What do you dislike most about your appearance?
When the lie doesn’t work.
Which living person do you most despise?
Draw up a list.
Which words or phrases do you most overuse?
“I Love You”.
What is your greatest regret?
Not having one.
When and where were you happiest?
Right upto this question.
Which talent would you most like to have?
Do you mean I have to give one up?
What is your current state of mind?
Are you crazy?
If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
Underwear.
If you could change one thing about your family, what would it be?
There’s not enough of them.
What do you consider your greatest achievement?
Waking Up.
What is your marked characteristic?
Blinding Charm.
What is the quality you most like in a woman?
Love.
What is the quality you most like in a man?
Fear.
What do you most value in your friends?
That they don’t die on me.
Who is your favorite hero of fiction?
Hunter Thomson.
What is it that you most dislike?
The Next Question.
How do you like to die?
Later.
What is your motto?
“I told you I was sick”.

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You can never really enjoy Sundays because in the back of your
mind you know you have to go to school the next day. — Calvin

Another week draws to a close. Saturday and Sunday have suddenly become such sweet sounding words. Actually, Friday is the sweetest word – the thrill of having two whole days at your disposable is a feeling that only the expectation of it can bring. What did I just say? Ah, nevermind…

There was actually disappointment this evening. I went armed with begged and borrowed (not stolen) cash to buy a pair of Adidas shoes at Safina plaza, only to be told that my size is not available. Just yesterday, one of the jokers there had told me that all sizes are available for all models. Grrr…

To cool off, my collegue who was with me, and I had chaat. Trust me, food is such a mood elevator. I have become a regular at the chaat guy who runs his service-to-humanity business from beside Safina Plaaza. Just as I was polishing off the last spoon off my plate, I saw this guy who was walking by, turn around and approach me. Suprise of all suprises. It was Ajay who was standing before me. Now not in my wildest imagination did I expect to meet him of all the people in the world.

Ajay was my schoolmate in Chinmaya, just like Abhi. We’ve all been together since kindergarden, although I had never really been close to Ajay. The three of us probably started our music endevour together somewhere during 5th std., each trying to prove to the other who the biggest fan of Micheal Jackson on this planet is (yes, I have been there once). After I left Chinmaya I never really heard of Ajay until recently when Abhi (who was always in touch with him) updated me on his life. Quite a life he has been living too. Then I met him once around 6 months ago when I had been to Chennai, but nothing much except the fact that we have been living somewhat parallel lives came out of that meeting. Parallel in the sense that inspite of not actually knowing each other for a considerable period of time, we could still relate to each other and to the kind of life that we have been living after 7 long years. I guess that’s the thing about meeting childhood friends. With most other people, speaking after 7 years would be like “wha…?”

To cut many things short, its suffice to mention that Ajay has rejoined XIME this year. He has left Chennai for good and is here with his parents. I am not expecting him to really fit in with the Bangalore crowd. I rememberAbhi telling me once about how he thinks that Brigade Road on a weekend is like a still from a Linkin Park video I have my own thoughts about why I think the Chinmaya-educated-Chennai-crowd will never understand the Brigade-Road-strolling-Bangalore-crowd. Those thoughts would probably make a mult-part blog topic so evermind all that. As of now, you can make whatever you want of that sentence by subsituting Chinmaya with numerous Chennai schools and including 90% of Bangalore bred youth in that mention of ‘Bangalore crowd’.

Peace

I took this test and this is what came up (it is pretty much accurate I should say):

Idealists, as a temperament, are passionately concerned with personal growth and development. Idealists strive to discover who they are and how they can become their best possible self — always this quest for self-knowledge and self-improvement drives their imagination. And they want to help others make the journey. Idealists are naturally drawn to working with people, and whether in education or counseling, in social services or personnel work, in journalism or the ministry, they are gifted at helping others find their way in life, often inspiring them to grow as individuals and to fulfill their potentials.

Idealists are sure that friendly cooperation is the best way for people to achieve their goals. Conflict and confrontation upset them because they seem to put up angry barriers between people. Idealists dream of creating harmonious, even caring personal relations, and they have a unique talent for helping people get along with each other and work together for the good of all. Such interpersonal harmony might be a romantic ideal, but then Idealists are incurable romantics who prefer to focus on what might be, rather than what is. The real, practical world is only a starting place for Idealists; they believe that life is filled with possibilities waiting to be realized, rich with meanings calling out to be understood. This idea of a mystical or spiritual dimension to life, the “not visible” or the “not yet” that can only be known through intuition or by a leap of faith, is far more important to Idealists than the world of material things.

Highly ethical in their actions, Idealists hold themselves to a strict standard of personal integrity. They must be true to themselves and to others, and they can be quite hard on themselves when they are dishonest, or when they are false or insincere. More often, however, Idealists are the very soul of kindness. Particularly in their personal relationships, Idealists are without question filled with love and good will. They believe in giving of themselves to help others; they cherish a few warm, sensitive friendships; they strive for a special rapport with their children; and in marriage they wish to find a “soulmate,” someone with whom they can bond emotionally and spiritually, sharing their deepest feelings and their complex inner worlds.

Idealists are rare, making up between 20 and 25 percent of the population. But their ability to inspire people with their enthusiasm and their idealism has given them influence far beyond their numbers.

Now are there answers in there, for some questions I have about myself?

On the offset, what can be a bigger egotrip than putting up something like this on a blog

I’ve got Gmail

Dear Blog,

I don’t know what to blog today. The highlight of the day was probably the fact that Sandy and I jogged around atleast half of Sankey Lake.

In the evening today, we went to Commercials and hogged some chaat. Then, we went to Sheshadripuram and hogged chaat there too

Nothing special to blog about. Ah..today is the day I found out about Sunny Leone

Peace and all.