Come to the Well

The Author is a polymath: engineer, scientist, physicist, mathematician, inventor, writer, poet, philosopher, analyst and singer. He is a strong advocator of Liberal Democracy(some times socialism), Animal Rights and Free thinking. He likes to live life in a complex manner and also quoted the following,

"Simplicity has great privileges, but being simple is much more complex than being complex"

Well really thats all me in lofty words :D ;)

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Thursday, January 01, 2009

happy new clean wax-free ear.

Inspite of taking almost a year's course in pubbing, the new year's was a little lame. It's like the time when I forgot to attend the endsem exam of Prof. Ananth Krishnan's state space analysis course. Instead, I took to office, a bottle of 'minute maid/pulpy orange' adultrated with a quarter of vodka because this new friend of mine, who's left leg is fractured and was confined to home-work for more than 4 months, was too desperate to just smell some alcohol. We had the vodka in the evening after work and wanted more. After finding out from the autowala for some really hip place to hang out at, we ended up at 'gururaj bar and restaurant'. Gururaj bar and restaurant is basically a wine shop with a  backyard covered with asbestos roofing sheets. Well it WAS a hip place... but for the autowalas(No, I am not a professionist if that was equivalent of racist word used for such remarks). The bar was in no way different than the regular pubs, or so we thought. It was downlighted, best served, good food(not sure of quality), dancing is anyway 'banned 'so there's no need of a dance floor. And the best part is they charged meager 10 bucks extra on the MRP! If it were in the most cheapest so called hip pub, we would have had to lose a couple of grand.. each. When I returned home around 10ish, I tried waking up my somber roomies, who were spending the evening, as if it was just another fucking eve, well somber. Pondy was ready to join me and he called up the 'nearest stone throw distance from my place' pub only to find out it had a cover charge of, wait for it, well, hmm, not much but yeah a little high, yep,four followed by three zeros rupaiyya. Yes.. per head, even if it was a chicken's. How the hell do they expect each person spending 4000 I couldnt comprehend, because as per the menu rates, you'll either get choked eating so much or pass out drinking(And no, a balance between the two is not possible without, you knew it all along, throwing up).
Anyway, there was no proper partying on this new year's eve and I regret because I wont get to see, from what i heard, such crazy crowd  on a normal weekend.

Its no use ending this without a conventional happiest ever new year greeting.

Wishing you, your significant other, your family members, their family members and basically to all of the people connected to you through six degrees of separation a happy new year which is prosperous, wonderful, rocking, with lots of love, lots of lols, lots of hotties, lots of music to the ears, lots of movies, lots of paryting, lots of everything which doesn't basically give a frown on the face and here's hoping for akshay kumar to cross the 100 crore mark this year to charge for his movies.

Friday, December 26, 2008

Back without a bang!!

     It has been exactly one year and  one week since I came to Bangalore. Made a couple of friends to hangout with - other than roomies, changed the cool game-maker job, got ripped off from the autowalas inspite of my language advantage, realized that I am addicted to nicotine(oh, brb).... and that's it. Nothing much, nothing exciting. Oh wait, the pubs and strange acquaintances were kinda not bad. And for some strange reasons I have turned into a badass 'i dont give a f*ck' prick, with my beloved roomies being essentially the same as they were a year ago. Roomies being the great indian Pondy alias Punit Sinha, KPS alias Kshitij Sharma, Telnet alias Amit Kiran Sowani and DVD alias Aditya Dwivedi. Pondy being our Cheif Financial Officer, KPS being the source of all wordly pain, Telnet the puzzle wizzle, it has been so far so good in the triplex adjacent to the beautiful, ever flourishing habitat to the species Culicidae - a sewage canal. 
     Since I changed my job, I got to see the 'real' managers, collegues trying to take over the world with self-imposed 13 hour working habits, learnt some really cool english at work place and getting pro at being a kaam chor and tech jargon. The cool english includes, "I am having a lot of work, can I solve it later?" , "I will test this on the tarjet to see how it goes". I thank my mallu and tamil colleagues for helping me get really good at my already stricken english. Even though I am not having problems with my english in the past, these peoples have helped to polish it. And the work, most of the time its about scratching our heads with clueless huge set of subsystems. It's like using a crane to displace a safety pin or something like that. Honestly, we all hate it but the coolness of it, and the recession, keeps us going. It's a mindfuck. And so, I wish to blog till I am a sheep. I wish to blog shameless incoherent rants. I wish to blog like no one's reading.

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

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creeping under my skin
this sensation so thin,
not to lose in the crowd
for a sanity that keeps me proud.

creeping under my skin
this sensation so thin,
to get back to what i was
remorseful for the past flaws,

creeping under my skin
this sensation so thin,
to feel everything that's around
and to not give a stupid frown

to embrace the earth,
drown into ignorance,
close my eyelids for the worth
of pleasure of the fragrance.

Monday, June 30, 2008

Does randomness exist?

intricacies that you claim to know
in this labyrinth of a life,
fumbling for the ultimate glow
just to end up in a strife?

defining happiness and pain,
defining craziness and hate
energies of the world that you drain
trying to write that flawless fate

you want my words of advice?
Apologies for being in the same boat,
and sailing through Nature's disguise,
i have been as much a scapegoat.

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Sunday, December 02, 2007

Konvict

abandoned from the sunshine
for days i cannot count
payed for the the past crime
shackled body and soul

in the darkest hours of the day
piercing ray of light brings
the storm, inactive as i lay
unbewildered, unelated for the springs

the iron chains magically disappear
leaving behind wounds to scar
i standup on forgotten muscles here,
to reach that pinnacle star

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