Quickie

I am playing this really cool game! How fast can you get a post out of your system?

An internet center is not exactly the best place to be blogging from, but I guess it's all in the head. (Which again, is quite a debatable place!)

There is a sick tamil song playing. And the most infuriating thing is that it seeps into my brain, down to my fingers, making them do unimaginable stuff &*$^*$#!

So...What shall we talk about? Physics? Theology? Alchemy? Angelina jolie? Possibility of 'intelligent' life on Mars? (Why're you lookin' at me like that?)

There are so much things to talk about! And yet, nothing! The silence between us is simply amazing. With some people, the silence is pregnant. With some, it is uncomfortable. Only with those very few is the silence just right.

So, college is back! The dudettes looking as horrible as ever over here! Man, I miss bangalore! Coming to college is like a harsh reality check. Not that I don't like it. It's just that after spending some time with family and friends, my classmates look like Neanderthals! And when you are in rome....

Well, that's the best I can do now. Not bad, huh? I hate writing for its own sake. But now, somehow, I feel good about getting this out of my system.

Well then, I guess I will push off. The songs are getting worse!

Nostalgia?

It's fun to look back. I have just been through some of my old posts (another blog) and they make an interseting read - if I can say so myself. There are things you notice second time around. Things that may have been subtle back when you were a naive rookie, jump at you and hold your throat when you look at them in retrospect.

One learns a lot when one looks back. Only, none of that information is useful. I can fully well understand Calculus right now but it's five years too late in the coming. Experience is a comb that life gives to you when you are bald. And it throws in a styling gel as well.

Reading 'Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening' is an illuminating experience. The solitary walk on an untrodden road, the melancholic feel of the whole poem, the simile between the road and life - they never fail to enthral me. And never once does he look back.

You must never let go of your roots, they say. Back to the basics? I don't know. As the song goes,

There's nothing behind me
And nothing that ties me to
Something that might have been true yesterday...

Then why do I feel the pull? Why do I feel a tingling when the bus approaches Salem bus stand? From where did I get the sudden sprint as I round the corner for Indian Bank Colony? Why does my hair stand on end when I walk along Kaliamman Koil Street? Why do I stare starry eyed at my fifth standard Tamil teacher?

No matter how hard we try, our past will catch up on us. Is it a bad thing? I am still ambivalent about it. My aunt used to say that little kids must never grow up. Where is the innocence, she asks me. As I brood over the major mishaps that have been happening in my life for the past two months, I can't help but think what it would have been like had I been still a six-year-old.

Well, fourteen years ago, I was crying over a pencil that I had wanted but my sister had got. I was bitching about this cruel and unfair world. Same difference.

Hyderabadulu....blogulu

Yay....Hyderabadulu...I am here finally. After the days of uncertainty, I am finally here. After a horrendous train journey that almost raped me, I am here at last. And what do I make of this city? Erm......IT'S TOO DAMN HOT!

It was hell in the train, sizzling in the railway station, fried in the car, roasted on the road, and half-dead by the time I reach the AC room.

We plan the most unlikeliest vacations ever. Earlier we used to go to Chennai for the summer. Well, there was lots of summer over there, I tell you. now, we have come to hyderabad. Thank god there is a different excuse for us landing here.

This place is vibrant, colorful and teaming with life. We stay at a place where only the upper echelons of hyderabadi society roam about in their imported cars. But once we come out, it's a whole new world. The perpetual din of a million people talking permeates everything. There is just enough space on the superbly built roads for our Maruti Zen to get through. The pavements are over-flowing and they encroach the streets.

Bright turbans, black veils, tailor-made suits, sickly fair foreigners in knee-length trousers and the ever-present mineral water bottle, little kids who reach only just upto my knee sipping kulfi, college kids - the fashion pioneers of hyderabad - tasting the world famous hyderabadi biriyani and smoking near the Charminar....this is what the city is all about.

And of course, when night falls, we have no intentions of sticking around observing normal life. We come back to our stronghold and visit the pubs of hyderabad. seen one, seen 'em all. Bangalore, Hyderabad, Madras, Coimbatore.....they are all the same when it comes to pubs. Guess we have found true integrity in diversity after all.

And i have picked up some telugu too. Nu anthe, naaku chaala ishtam. I love u all!

SPEED 3?

UPDATE! UPDATE! UPDATE!

Keep up with the times! Don't get left behind! Hurry up! Hey can you hear me back there?

Where's the fire? There is a tomorrow you know.

Walking along MG Road over here in bangalore, i find people walking, hurrying, busy and indulgent. Even in the coffee shop, I see them with an intense look in their eyes. Not because of the girl sitting in front of them. There are no roses to stop and smell.

I know i havent a thing to do and it is unfair on my part to blame the world of speeding up. All those who say I am just too slow - I got two words for you. Actually one word. Or is it? Ah forget it.

So what if I stop going along with everyone? I get stuck up as a homo sapien when others are evolving? So what? They grow an extra head. Scary, I know.

People tell me I have this bored look on my face. As Calvin says, that's just my cool look. Laid back. Ahhhhh.......

What if everyone stopped rushing? What if everyone had, a hundred years ago. How about a millenium ago? We'll have no fightings and no war, and there'll be lasting peace on earth....or so,the song goes.

I am not too sure. The wars would just be postponed. As Ishmael says, human beings are essentially flawed.