One thing i felt this blog was incomplete without was a few (tweeny-meeny, i assure you!) details of my college.. NIT Tiruchirappalli.. at least i think thats the spelling.. or are there two "ch" s and only one 'p'.. or two of both? anyway.. i wouldnt mind calling it Trichy (though i daresay a few noble guardians of our Tamil pride presitge and honour will feel quite revolted to think that such a noble and iconic name has been reduced to something quite practical and pronouncable).. i daresay it would suffice for the time being to leave the name aside and delve into deeper and more interesting things.
the first notion i had of college.. for i had never actaully SEEN one before i had entered this.. was of sprawling grounds.. forests (okay.. thickets) here and there.. gardens.. well a sort of a well maintained though not as posh and grand, palace. okay, the college impressed me.. the hostels were huge.. but then.. i was quite mistaken about the gardens.. there were ferns here and there.. there were ponds (i mean, they appeared when ever it rained) and artistically arranged grasses (lots and lots of it here and there..some untended to for ages.. well why cant we have modern art in gardening too!).. oh and trees.. i do remember seeing one.. or was it two?
the second.. and this a bit more realistic.. notion was of the library.. it had to be a/c.. (come on! this was a national institution!) and i imagined, book-mad as i am, poring over piles and piles of christies and ludlums and wonderful new authors who greeted me everytime i walked past them.. and well (sigh) the reality was pretty different.. the only thing nearest to "literary" was.. well.. (blush)..(blush again).. Champak! yes.. that was the only thing there for anything other than academic pursuits (apart from the latest edition of The Week magazine.. the "late"est edition in the shop that they could put their hands on!) i donot read comics.. well.. champak at eighteen does seem odd for anybody.. but not even a decent book to read for leisure? hello? are we on Earth? so there i was.. saying Hi to Kandasamy and Thilagavathy everytime i enetered the portals of the storehouse of academic knowledge.. the college library!
well.. i wont bug you more! (or startle you!), but there was a question that struck me when i was star gazing one night.. one has heard of people cursing their school by calling it a concentration camp.. well then i want to ask them, what is a college? are we humans in a college? or just.. nameless faceless creatures that have two legs.. etc etc.. that walk in and walk out of class rooms at regular fifty minute intervals... what else can explain the fact that noone.. and i mean.. NoOne calls us by name! (sighh) i have become quite used being called by my roll number everytime the teacher takes the roll call.. and there are NO teachers who wish to waste time recollecting your names.. its i there.. "the fellow in the third last bench".. or "Answer your call please.. 003,021,034...") only the inhabitants of gulags were asked to forget their names!
but then, i guess its sooo easy to rave and rant absurdies and absuses at our colleges.. (and we tend to make maximum advantage of that!) that we forget the plus points! PLUS POINTS OF A COLLEGE? well er... er... there are plus points (blush) in a college! but then i guess thats going to be for a later date!
Friday, September 15, 2006
if
IF is such a powerful word in our lives! dont ask me why, but i just had a sudden urge to delve into it! i mean, look at its aura. it can transport you to a completley different universe! What IF Osama was born in Kentucky? and IF Enid Blyton was male.. IF i had a good chemistry teacher.. IF i had holidays the whole semester.. IF i lived in a world where there were no exams.. if.. if ..
the other day i had a premonition.. a wonderfully bad sort of a premonition.. what IF there was a massive international conspiracy surrounding us? and all we do and know is the result of our being hoodwinked by them.. let me elaborate..
there are ten people (wonderfully, superbly famous and influential media barons..) immensley powerful.. and they get together and start planning..
its a wonderful plan they have.. one suggests, lets call someone Bush and say hes the prez of the US.. they agree.. and the next moment.. Bush is the president! suppose Al Gore actually won the last election.. but our collaborators declared Bush the winner?
like our dear old chem prof used to say.. (DID YOU go and check who the President is.. DID YOU see if the wtc had collapsed.. DID YOU see Dr Singh become PM... everything we do is a result of their joint planning!
hey! all we know is because of the press.. tv, print, radio.. and these people are barons after all.. and in our free world.. they control the news we hear! so WHAT IS THE TRUTH..
i know it is far- fetched.. very! but DO YOU have proof that it is wrong? nope! then how come you're so sure i'm blabbering!
after all if Al Gore actually won the last presidency, without the media how would anybody know? impossible! so Bush is the president.. and in a picturesque Hollywood set with the White House as a background he waves every now and then and a few technicians (sorry, dedicated Republicans.. cheer on!)
DID YOU see the Hollywood set? no!
so what IF the entire world we know.. was.. was.. (i cant bring myself to say this but here i am just about to spurt it out..) Was.. FAKE.. everyone we know in the lands so far and distant, was actually a result of the hyper-active imaginations of the barons out there.. what IF all the history we learnt was wrong!.. and the geography too!.. what IF Somalia wasnt the horn of africa.. and Ivory Coast was! what earth shattering details will emerge once the conspiracy is exposed by the illuminated minds of the youth? will the world CHANGE?
we must act.. it is imperative..
so, "All citizens of the conspiracy ridden world.. my call for you is to rise.. Knowledge is our birth right.. so let us wake from our slumber and trek on the road for illumination.. it concerns YOU.. you have been hoodwinked.. rise.. rise.. rise.. (yawn)"
the other day i had a premonition.. a wonderfully bad sort of a premonition.. what IF there was a massive international conspiracy surrounding us? and all we do and know is the result of our being hoodwinked by them.. let me elaborate..
there are ten people (wonderfully, superbly famous and influential media barons..) immensley powerful.. and they get together and start planning..
its a wonderful plan they have.. one suggests, lets call someone Bush and say hes the prez of the US.. they agree.. and the next moment.. Bush is the president! suppose Al Gore actually won the last election.. but our collaborators declared Bush the winner?
like our dear old chem prof used to say.. (DID YOU go and check who the President is.. DID YOU see if the wtc had collapsed.. DID YOU see Dr Singh become PM... everything we do is a result of their joint planning!
hey! all we know is because of the press.. tv, print, radio.. and these people are barons after all.. and in our free world.. they control the news we hear! so WHAT IS THE TRUTH..
i know it is far- fetched.. very! but DO YOU have proof that it is wrong? nope! then how come you're so sure i'm blabbering!
after all if Al Gore actually won the last presidency, without the media how would anybody know? impossible! so Bush is the president.. and in a picturesque Hollywood set with the White House as a background he waves every now and then and a few technicians (sorry, dedicated Republicans.. cheer on!)
DID YOU see the Hollywood set? no!
so what IF the entire world we know.. was.. was.. (i cant bring myself to say this but here i am just about to spurt it out..) Was.. FAKE.. everyone we know in the lands so far and distant, was actually a result of the hyper-active imaginations of the barons out there.. what IF all the history we learnt was wrong!.. and the geography too!.. what IF Somalia wasnt the horn of africa.. and Ivory Coast was! what earth shattering details will emerge once the conspiracy is exposed by the illuminated minds of the youth? will the world CHANGE?
we must act.. it is imperative..
so, "All citizens of the conspiracy ridden world.. my call for you is to rise.. Knowledge is our birth right.. so let us wake from our slumber and trek on the road for illumination.. it concerns YOU.. you have been hoodwinked.. rise.. rise.. rise.. (yawn)"
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
The Price Of Money
A question that struck me recently was, Does Money give joy?.. A wonderful question.. Are there any answers?
To find them, one must, as always, start, at the very begining. What does money provide. It provides a roof.. a roof to cover your house.. it also provides a roof.. a roof to bar your view of the night time sky. (hail to contradictioning apart, this is quite true).. i would rather prefer a night time sky with neptune, and the now disowned Pluto for company, with the flutter of the owl for a breeze, to the buzz of the ceiling fan and the scenery of Asian Paints.
Money buys you cars.. fast cars.. that get you places.. it also buys you cars.. and you zoom past, failing to notice everything that matters.. What is the point, i ask you, to whistle past a perfectly serindipitous, scenic setting, with
an angelic cow chewing cud,
a squirrel ninbbling a nut,
a butterfly peeling a bud
and dogs playing on mud,
with your music player in full blast, sunglasses on and the a/c blowing on your super-cool(ed) face failing to notice any of these settings? a pity in the city? truly!
The list that money can buy is endless. it starts from pens and ends with police officers.
The list that money can not buy is also endless.. it starts from happiness and ends with a yearly aniversary reminder that men seem to forget with amazing ease and rather disastrous consequences.
i am not going to quote the tag line, money cant buy joy, but it can get you a Master Card (well, there i have quoted it), but ceasing from trivialities, i must hasten to point out that the price of money is always over- estimated. Money is not everything. One of the only things the Almighty didnt create along with this world was bank notes. So we can do without it.
The infinite pleasures of man will not be deemed any less if he doesnt have a few coloured pieces of paper for comfort. All he has to do was look around.
and discover the earthy Heaven around him.
To find them, one must, as always, start, at the very begining. What does money provide. It provides a roof.. a roof to cover your house.. it also provides a roof.. a roof to bar your view of the night time sky. (hail to contradictioning apart, this is quite true).. i would rather prefer a night time sky with neptune, and the now disowned Pluto for company, with the flutter of the owl for a breeze, to the buzz of the ceiling fan and the scenery of Asian Paints.
Money buys you cars.. fast cars.. that get you places.. it also buys you cars.. and you zoom past, failing to notice everything that matters.. What is the point, i ask you, to whistle past a perfectly serindipitous, scenic setting, with
an angelic cow chewing cud,
a squirrel ninbbling a nut,
a butterfly peeling a bud
and dogs playing on mud,
with your music player in full blast, sunglasses on and the a/c blowing on your super-cool(ed) face failing to notice any of these settings? a pity in the city? truly!
The list that money can buy is endless. it starts from pens and ends with police officers.
The list that money can not buy is also endless.. it starts from happiness and ends with a yearly aniversary reminder that men seem to forget with amazing ease and rather disastrous consequences.
i am not going to quote the tag line, money cant buy joy, but it can get you a Master Card (well, there i have quoted it), but ceasing from trivialities, i must hasten to point out that the price of money is always over- estimated. Money is not everything. One of the only things the Almighty didnt create along with this world was bank notes. So we can do without it.
The infinite pleasures of man will not be deemed any less if he doesnt have a few coloured pieces of paper for comfort. All he has to do was look around.
and discover the earthy Heaven around him.
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