I want to live in a country where I don't have to stand in long queues for everything.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Monday, October 06, 2008
Conclusions Part 1
Short hair makes ass look bigger.
Blue toothpaste makes teeth blue but red doesnt seem to make em red.
Songs can hold your life.
Men are SO annoying but we need them anyway...Sigh.
You never feel like writing in a new white plain pages book.
Your own voice sounds better when no one's around.
There's no reverse gear.
You never want to throw away old posters that have been in your room.
The alphabet 'L' reminds me of water.
It's mortifying to send a message to the wrong recipient, switch off phone for ages throw away sim card for a while and then get a delivery report when you switch it back on.
It's comforting to know that other people are as clueless as you are.
Blue toothpaste makes teeth blue but red doesnt seem to make em red.
Songs can hold your life.
Men are SO annoying but we need them anyway...Sigh.
You never feel like writing in a new white plain pages book.
Your own voice sounds better when no one's around.
There's no reverse gear.
You never want to throw away old posters that have been in your room.
The alphabet 'L' reminds me of water.
It's mortifying to send a message to the wrong recipient, switch off phone for ages throw away sim card for a while and then get a delivery report when you switch it back on.
It's comforting to know that other people are as clueless as you are.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Who woulda thought!
On the train back from Bangalore, I made conversation with this guy sitting next to me. Turns out he works for this zipper company,(yeah, zipper) and he spent some time explaining the different parts of the zipper pointing to the one on my bag...I was slightly taken aback, I hadn't really thought about the working of zippers before.There's even something called a zipper truck in some places,which i found quite fascinating. He was a bit show-offish ("oh, i know aallll languages, I'm a marketing guy, u know") so I decided to check if he was bluffing once I got back.
So I read up on this company,it is a Japanese company called YKK,the biggest manufacture of zippers in the world. I checked my jeans, bags, all zips had YKK inscribed on them, I hadnt even noticed before. Branded zippers!! There are even fake ones cuz they're so popular.
Read up on zipper history.Then got to reading bout how Velcro came about.
Suddenly have a new range of things to dwell on.
So I read up on this company,it is a Japanese company called YKK,the biggest manufacture of zippers in the world. I checked my jeans, bags, all zips had YKK inscribed on them, I hadnt even noticed before. Branded zippers!! There are even fake ones cuz they're so popular.
Read up on zipper history.Then got to reading bout how Velcro came about.
Suddenly have a new range of things to dwell on.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
Window
Every night I see this light from my room. It is far away,blinks yellow and green alternately. My window faces the hills,which line the highway. There is a lot of empty land in between. So when i look out,i can see a million tiny lights far far away and total blackness otherwise. And towards the left there is this mystery light flashing throughout the night.. and it's quite big even from this distance and if you stare long enough you can see that white ring around it.
My room view is all about peace and quiet this year. Lot of activity, but peaceful activity goes on outside. Very unlike railway facing room of last year,with the constant rumbling of trains.
There's a pond outside covered in moss,which big yellow machine came and swallowed up yesterday. So now its all clear, and mirrors the sky and clouds and trees. Can spot kingfishers and white birds (egrets?) taking dips sometimes. Blue bus sails by every morning at 7ish, I think its a school bus of some sort. It's a quiet road, used to walk there very often.. can almost see myself walking down when I look out. Farmers at work in their paddy fields, stray cow or two, bullock carts. Its like watching still life, but with slight changes in the painting everyday.
When it's noisy, it's jarring-when it's peaceful,the calm is overwhelming. Life's like that no sometimes?
Annoyingly loud squirrel tries to strike a balance though, waking us up every dawn. Pah.
My room view is all about peace and quiet this year. Lot of activity, but peaceful activity goes on outside. Very unlike railway facing room of last year,with the constant rumbling of trains.
There's a pond outside covered in moss,which big yellow machine came and swallowed up yesterday. So now its all clear, and mirrors the sky and clouds and trees. Can spot kingfishers and white birds (egrets?) taking dips sometimes. Blue bus sails by every morning at 7ish, I think its a school bus of some sort. It's a quiet road, used to walk there very often.. can almost see myself walking down when I look out. Farmers at work in their paddy fields, stray cow or two, bullock carts. Its like watching still life, but with slight changes in the painting everyday.
When it's noisy, it's jarring-when it's peaceful,the calm is overwhelming. Life's like that no sometimes?
Annoyingly loud squirrel tries to strike a balance though, waking us up every dawn. Pah.
Saturday, September 06, 2008
Vent
So I am becoming expert in family tree sums. Gimme number of males, females, who is whose son in law and I’ll tell u in jiffy if M is A's grandmother or sister or daughter. I did off all family sums from ims, time, brilliant study material and I feel so smug.
Then no today i am also very happy because for first time in life I worked out sum without looking at option and I got 12487.5 and wow it was one of options and it was right!! I was so thrilled I will become like Byju guy and they will stick posters of me with my 100 percentile in CAT all over the place yay.
Tried to sort out things for a friend but suddenly found myself more involved than expected..weekend was blur of hyperemotional phone calls and math. Patience and tolerance levels got tested like anything. Mercury meniscus reached alarming levels but somehow everything blew over and then there was peace. Also saw sad old Hindi movies... Amitabh is such a hero no boohoo.
As always, life here is sudden burst of activity with me trying to frantically juggle everything at once, and then there'll be a lull when everything moves at typically Vellorian slow motion before next hurricane arrives.
As of now I need sleep.
Then no today i am also very happy because for first time in life I worked out sum without looking at option and I got 12487.5 and wow it was one of options and it was right!! I was so thrilled I will become like Byju guy and they will stick posters of me with my 100 percentile in CAT all over the place yay.
Tried to sort out things for a friend but suddenly found myself more involved than expected..weekend was blur of hyperemotional phone calls and math. Patience and tolerance levels got tested like anything. Mercury meniscus reached alarming levels but somehow everything blew over and then there was peace. Also saw sad old Hindi movies... Amitabh is such a hero no boohoo.
As always, life here is sudden burst of activity with me trying to frantically juggle everything at once, and then there'll be a lull when everything moves at typically Vellorian slow motion before next hurricane arrives.
As of now I need sleep.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Jusht oly Happy
heyyyy today its raining again after relentless burning scorching heat for like ages and yesterday being the hottest day in vellore and now its all breezy and stormy and rainy and lightningy and we jammed and sang in music room in evening... harmony sounds so much clearer and prettier in the rain thunder drumrolls and all i walked back to hostel at night and grinned at myself stupidly in all the puddles hop skip jump i want onion sambar
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Fear
"I must say a word about fear. It is life's only true opponent. Only fear can defeat life. It is a clever, treacherous adversary, how well I know. It has no decency, respects no law or convention, shows no mercy. It goes for your weakest spot, which it finds with unerring ease. It begins in your mind, always. One moment you are feeling calm, self-possessed, happy. Then fear, disguised in the garb of mild-mannered doubt, slips into your mind like a spy. Doubt meets disbelief and disbelief tries to push it out. But disbelief is a poorly armed foot soldier. Doubt does away with it with little trouble. You become anxious. Reason comes to do battle for you. You are reassured. Reason is fully equipped with the latest weapons technology. But, to your amazement, despite superior tactics and a number of undeniable victories, reason is laid low. You feel yourself weakening, wavering. Your anxiety becomes dread.
Fear next turns fully to your body, which is already aware that something terribly wrong is going on. Already your lungs have flown away like a bird and your guts have slithered away like a snake. Now your tongue drops dead like an opossum, while your jaw begins to gallop on the spot. Your ears go deaf. Your muscles begin to shiver as if they had malaria and your knees to shake as though they were dancing. Your heart strains too hard, while your sphincter relaxes too much. And so with the rest of your body. Every part of you, in the manner most suited to it, falls apart. Only your eyes work well. They always pay proper attention to fear.
Quickly you make rash decisions. You dismiss your last allies: hope and trust. There, you've defeated yourself. Fear, which is but an impression, has triumphed over you.
The matter is difficult to put into words. For fear, real fear, such as shakes you to your foundation, such as you feel when you are brought face to face with your mortal end, nestles in your memory like a gangrene: it seeks to rot everything, even the words with which to speak of it. So you must fight hard to express it. You must fight hard to shine the light of words upon it. Because if you don't, if your fear becomes a wordless darkness that you avoid, perhaps even manage to forget, you open yourself to further attacks of fear because you never truly fought the opponent who defeated you."
- from Life of Pi by Yann Martel.
Fear next turns fully to your body, which is already aware that something terribly wrong is going on. Already your lungs have flown away like a bird and your guts have slithered away like a snake. Now your tongue drops dead like an opossum, while your jaw begins to gallop on the spot. Your ears go deaf. Your muscles begin to shiver as if they had malaria and your knees to shake as though they were dancing. Your heart strains too hard, while your sphincter relaxes too much. And so with the rest of your body. Every part of you, in the manner most suited to it, falls apart. Only your eyes work well. They always pay proper attention to fear.
Quickly you make rash decisions. You dismiss your last allies: hope and trust. There, you've defeated yourself. Fear, which is but an impression, has triumphed over you.
The matter is difficult to put into words. For fear, real fear, such as shakes you to your foundation, such as you feel when you are brought face to face with your mortal end, nestles in your memory like a gangrene: it seeks to rot everything, even the words with which to speak of it. So you must fight hard to express it. You must fight hard to shine the light of words upon it. Because if you don't, if your fear becomes a wordless darkness that you avoid, perhaps even manage to forget, you open yourself to further attacks of fear because you never truly fought the opponent who defeated you."
- from Life of Pi by Yann Martel.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Thursday, May 01, 2008
The Semester That Was
music room jamming sessions, college fests, surprises, drives on the highway,train journeys, truth or dare, treks, crossing rivers, insomnia, break ups, tears, laughter, anger, detention, hangovers, bangalore, xeroxes, trippin, classes, meditation, CMC, coffee, maggi, confusion, blind dates, singapore, blurred weekends, bunking, movies, chennai trips, shopping, samosas, concerts, alcohol, jazz, secrets, career planning, books, birthdays, exams, low attendance, kerala, exploring, mood swings, poems, volunteering, star-gazing, stupidity, rain dances, philosophy, detachment, seminars, classes, resumes, bus ride, the gang, acapellas, giggles, madness, sky blue happiness
Third year was the bestest. Till now.
Third year was the bestest. Till now.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Train Spotting
I love watching trains. My room overlooks the railway line. Long blue trains rumble and rattle past,people hanging on to the door. Some coaches are painted with funny ads in bright purple or red,these are usually the green and yellow local trains-on the whole, making for a colourful sight. In the night,you can see silver silhouettes of people standing at the footboard.
Engines are smart and funky..and also warm and welcoming. Sometimes they bring along the train,sometimes theyre alone,and free. Driver enjoying his little ingin to himself for a while.
Some introvert trains hurriedly whoosh past,window bars merge with motion lines. Some slow down,let out a long lazy hoot and come to a halt. The loud ones blow their conches,a distant POOOM which gradually grows into a Doppler effect crescendo and fades away.
Goods trains are morose and wooden though. 68 wagons trudge along,their souls heavy with coal. They creak,give out exhausted pressure-cooker sighs.They remind me of escaped-convicts-turned-philanthropists.The corduroy ones with their closed boxes slink away, like theyre hiding some dark,murky secrets. The water tankers are way better though, they dont look as emaciated, with their well rounded bellies.
And the best way to watch a train,is to watch it till the end,till the picture of the standing man waving his flag disappears round the bend.
Engines are smart and funky..and also warm and welcoming. Sometimes they bring along the train,sometimes theyre alone,and free. Driver enjoying his little ingin to himself for a while.
Some introvert trains hurriedly whoosh past,window bars merge with motion lines. Some slow down,let out a long lazy hoot and come to a halt. The loud ones blow their conches,a distant POOOM which gradually grows into a Doppler effect crescendo and fades away.
Goods trains are morose and wooden though. 68 wagons trudge along,their souls heavy with coal. They creak,give out exhausted pressure-cooker sighs.They remind me of escaped-convicts-turned-philanthropists.The corduroy ones with their closed boxes slink away, like theyre hiding some dark,murky secrets. The water tankers are way better though, they dont look as emaciated, with their well rounded bellies.
And the best way to watch a train,is to watch it till the end,till the picture of the standing man waving his flag disappears round the bend.
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Must Listen!!
Virtual Barbershop!!!The most amazing piece of recording ever!
Download here .. Needs high quality headphones,wont work otherwise.
Download here .. Needs high quality headphones,wont work otherwise.
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Heavy Stuff!
Been reading this thought-provoking book called the Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera. The gist of the entire book is that everything happens but once,everyone has only one life to live(as opposed to Nietzsche's idea of eternal return). This one-time occurence may be seen as not to have occured at all, thus making it insignificant and of no consequence.This means that our lives are 'light' and this lightness of our actions,the lightness of our being is unbearable-in the end,making it heavy. Somewhat a confusing concept,it goes around in circles but rather nice to ponder about.
Personally,I think the book is a bit too much to take after the first three chapters-it turns out to be rather depressing and disturbing with the main guy Tomas moaning around all the time.I found the way he analyses the weight/lightness issue rather cool though.
Excerpt:
" If every second of our lives recurs an infinite number of times, we are nailed to eternity as Jesus Christ was nailed to the cross. It is a terrifying prospect. In the world of eternal return the weight of unbearable responsibility lies heavy on every move we make. That is why Nietzsche called the idea of eternal return the heaviest of burdens(das schwerste Gewicht).
If eternal return is the heaviest of burdens, then our lives can stand out against it in all their splendid lightness.
But is heaviness truly deplorable and lightness splendid?
The heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground. But in the love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man's body. The heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of life's most intense fulfillment. The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become.
Conversely, the absolute absence of a burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into the heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant.
What then shall we choose? Weight or lightness?"
Personally,I think the book is a bit too much to take after the first three chapters-it turns out to be rather depressing and disturbing with the main guy Tomas moaning around all the time.I found the way he analyses the weight/lightness issue rather cool though.
Excerpt:
" If every second of our lives recurs an infinite number of times, we are nailed to eternity as Jesus Christ was nailed to the cross. It is a terrifying prospect. In the world of eternal return the weight of unbearable responsibility lies heavy on every move we make. That is why Nietzsche called the idea of eternal return the heaviest of burdens(das schwerste Gewicht).
If eternal return is the heaviest of burdens, then our lives can stand out against it in all their splendid lightness.
But is heaviness truly deplorable and lightness splendid?
The heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground. But in the love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man's body. The heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of life's most intense fulfillment. The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become.
Conversely, the absolute absence of a burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into the heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant.
What then shall we choose? Weight or lightness?"
Friday, March 14, 2008
Showers of Blessings
Its been raining since last night!And not the heavy-downpour-messy-mucky-stay-indoors types. Its the go-dance-around-hair-loose-bollywood-ishtyle kind. On and off spells,just the right amount of clouds and wind too.
Everybody go get wet!
Everybody go get wet!
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Vellore Part 1
The familiar silhouette of the Sathuvachari hills. After spending three years in this dry, hot, dusty little town, I've grown to love it. I've walked straight to these hills across the paddy/sugarcane fields and coconut farms.Behind the rows of coconut trees is the Palar river which I crossed on foot(quite an awful idea,it turned out to be Vellore's drainage and garbage dump-but it was an accomplishment all the same). Most of these hills have old ruined forts on top that have never ceased to fascinate me. Quite a plain photograph but special to me, a reminder of my many Vellore adventures.
I look out of my bus window and this is what I see. Seems to welcome me home.
Saturday, December 01, 2007
random realisations...
(yea..this is to make up for a month of no blogging!!)
I'm growing OLD.
My memories are fading.
My hair is falling.
I worry about the size of my ass-its increasing with my age.
I'm worried that other people's memories will also fade and they might forget me someday.
My all time favourite chord is Dmsus2.(whatever d,e,f,a is)
I want to be a drummer.
I have a thing for tall lanky guys with curly hair.A bit like fido dido.
I have a thing for dark guys.And dark girls too.
Oh my god i may be bisexual.
I talk too much.
I think too much.
I'm way too good for anyone else.
Sometimes I think people are really dumb.
I am most distracted when I'm supposed to be doing something very important.Like
right now.
I waste a lot of time.
I put alarms to wake up at 3 am to listen to music when everything else is quiet.
Everything about 3 am is awesomely beautifully depressing.
I want my voice range to be 4 octaves.Sigh.
I'm not fat-I'm just bombacious-vivacious-curvacious-ohmygodaciously generously layered with extra tissue.
So I have an ego problem.
Most guy friends I have have fallen for me sometime or the other-I'm not sure if thats good or bad.
I'm sick of being called cute.Where is that smart outgoing sexy image?
I like earthy people.
I like full stops.
I'm gonna run a music school someday.
My house is also gonna have a huge library with all the books that ive been collecting since a kid. I wanna sing great gig in the sky with a big bunch of friends in the dead of night on top of a hill,with a bonfire burning.. and screams and laughter echoing.
Detachment is my strength.And my weakness.
I never get bored of myself.
I love vellore.SO much.
I love planning surprises and making stuff for people.
I'm not a movie person.I havent seen tons of good movies.I'm too restless to sit thru a movie.
I dont understand fantasy or sci-fi.Unless its star wars where yoda,i like.
I dont watch Friends/Southpark/many other sitcoms most people like.
No,I am NOT a boring person!
The two movies i know every dialogue and every scene of are KKHH and Youve Got Mail.
I think i'm morphing into a guy.
I cant live abroad.
I hate tall buildings.
Neutral colours of things abroad put me off.Everything there is either grey black white or blue.Or grey again.
U dont get sunrise coffee there either.
I'm either singing or extremely quiet when high.
I smell pages of books.
I'm almost 20...I'm entering the peak of my youth.
I cant see myself 20 years from now.Or even 10.
Or even 1 and a half years from now.
(Thats cuz i dont have a time machine......)
I make really bad jokes sometimes.
Other times im just awesomely witty.
I've done the craziest things ever in the past 2 months.
Most of the mistakes I've made were worth making.
I've invented words-My best was this word "flouge" rhyming with rouge...which means
trouble.
I love my friends...each n every one of them..so much...
I laugh a lot.
I like bright things.
I rarely regret things even if I do something wrong on an impulse.
I regret breaking someone's heart.
I contradict myself.
I have a very very very bad temper which i struggle to keep under control.
I suffer from foot in mouth syndrome.
I'm very moody.
I used to go the lib 3rd floor just to watch the trains pass by.Also used to count how many boogies goods trains have.
I listen to JLo and the Pussycat Dolls sometimes.
There's nothing like walking on the bunds thru paddy fields.
There's nothing like a rooftop parrdyyy with gooood moosik.
I idolize my parents.
I try to be as non judgemental as possible.
I drool if I sleep flat.
My favourite animal is the cow.I used to go pet em during my evenin walks here.
I'm generally stable n steady.
I'm gonna experience everything in life.
I'm crazy about philosophy.
I hate preachy books.
I have loose hinges-I move my hands n head a lot while speaking.
I discover new awesomenesses about myself everyday.
I want to have kids someday.
I cant imagine living with a non musical person.
I wanna improve my singing skills.
Smoke rings fascinate me..
I judge how fat I am by examining how many veins show at the back of my hand.
I have to ride a water bike,water ski and see mt.everest before i die.
I sometimes long for em shoes with lights.
I'm known for being clumsy and hurting myself everytime I climb a hill.
I cant lead a slow life-I need to be busy,I need a dynamic fast paced life.
Breaks from city life will be spent in ma acres n acres of land in kerala/karnataka which i'm gonna buy or inherit from a rich father in law.
I cant follow a routine- I get bored of things easily.
I'm good with people.
I'm crazy about earth science.
I dont particularly like what i'm studying right now.
Its stupid to culture microbes when they're everywhere anyway.
I need to figure out how to get rich soon.
I'm getting nowhere.
I'm quite satisfied with my 20 years of life.
I'm growing OLD.
My memories are fading.
My hair is falling.
I worry about the size of my ass-its increasing with my age.
I'm worried that other people's memories will also fade and they might forget me someday.
My all time favourite chord is Dmsus2.(whatever d,e,f,a is)
I want to be a drummer.
I have a thing for tall lanky guys with curly hair.A bit like fido dido.
I have a thing for dark guys.And dark girls too.
Oh my god i may be bisexual.
I talk too much.
I think too much.
I'm way too good for anyone else.
Sometimes I think people are really dumb.
I am most distracted when I'm supposed to be doing something very important.Like
right now.
I waste a lot of time.
I put alarms to wake up at 3 am to listen to music when everything else is quiet.
Everything about 3 am is awesomely beautifully depressing.
I want my voice range to be 4 octaves.Sigh.
I'm not fat-I'm just bombacious-vivacious-curvacious-ohmygodaciously generously layered with extra tissue.
So I have an ego problem.
Most guy friends I have have fallen for me sometime or the other-I'm not sure if thats good or bad.
I'm sick of being called cute.Where is that smart outgoing sexy image?
I like earthy people.
I like full stops.
I'm gonna run a music school someday.
My house is also gonna have a huge library with all the books that ive been collecting since a kid. I wanna sing great gig in the sky with a big bunch of friends in the dead of night on top of a hill,with a bonfire burning.. and screams and laughter echoing.
Detachment is my strength.And my weakness.
I never get bored of myself.
I love vellore.SO much.
I love planning surprises and making stuff for people.
I'm not a movie person.I havent seen tons of good movies.I'm too restless to sit thru a movie.
I dont understand fantasy or sci-fi.Unless its star wars where yoda,i like.
I dont watch Friends/Southpark/many other sitcoms most people like.
No,I am NOT a boring person!
The two movies i know every dialogue and every scene of are KKHH and Youve Got Mail.
I think i'm morphing into a guy.
I cant live abroad.
I hate tall buildings.
Neutral colours of things abroad put me off.Everything there is either grey black white or blue.Or grey again.
U dont get sunrise coffee there either.
I'm either singing or extremely quiet when high.
I smell pages of books.
I'm almost 20...I'm entering the peak of my youth.
I cant see myself 20 years from now.Or even 10.
Or even 1 and a half years from now.
(Thats cuz i dont have a time machine......)
I make really bad jokes sometimes.
Other times im just awesomely witty.
I've done the craziest things ever in the past 2 months.
Most of the mistakes I've made were worth making.
I've invented words-My best was this word "flouge" rhyming with rouge...which means
trouble.
I love my friends...each n every one of them..so much...
I laugh a lot.
I like bright things.
I rarely regret things even if I do something wrong on an impulse.
I regret breaking someone's heart.
I contradict myself.
I have a very very very bad temper which i struggle to keep under control.
I suffer from foot in mouth syndrome.
I'm very moody.
I used to go the lib 3rd floor just to watch the trains pass by.Also used to count how many boogies goods trains have.
I listen to JLo and the Pussycat Dolls sometimes.
There's nothing like walking on the bunds thru paddy fields.
There's nothing like a rooftop parrdyyy with gooood moosik.
I idolize my parents.
I try to be as non judgemental as possible.
I drool if I sleep flat.
My favourite animal is the cow.I used to go pet em during my evenin walks here.
I'm generally stable n steady.
I'm gonna experience everything in life.
I'm crazy about philosophy.
I hate preachy books.
I have loose hinges-I move my hands n head a lot while speaking.
I discover new awesomenesses about myself everyday.
I want to have kids someday.
I cant imagine living with a non musical person.
I wanna improve my singing skills.
Smoke rings fascinate me..
I judge how fat I am by examining how many veins show at the back of my hand.
I have to ride a water bike,water ski and see mt.everest before i die.
I sometimes long for em shoes with lights.
I'm known for being clumsy and hurting myself everytime I climb a hill.
I cant lead a slow life-I need to be busy,I need a dynamic fast paced life.
Breaks from city life will be spent in ma acres n acres of land in kerala/karnataka which i'm gonna buy or inherit from a rich father in law.
I cant follow a routine- I get bored of things easily.
I'm good with people.
I'm crazy about earth science.
I dont particularly like what i'm studying right now.
Its stupid to culture microbes when they're everywhere anyway.
I need to figure out how to get rich soon.
I'm getting nowhere.
I'm quite satisfied with my 20 years of life.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Sunday, September 30, 2007
A Thought Experiment
Jusht only the bestest book I've read of late:
God's Debris by Scott Adams.
Gives some really different perspectives into religion, science, God and the like. I'm not much of a Dilbert fan but I loved this book. It's basically a conversation between a delivery guy and an old wise man who explains his thought-provoking various fundas. The different concepts are explained beautifully,in a crisp and simple style of writing. Not for people who cant accept/appreciate radical new ideas, but if you're interested in philosophy then go,buy,read. Now.
God's Debris by Scott Adams.
Gives some really different perspectives into religion, science, God and the like. I'm not much of a Dilbert fan but I loved this book. It's basically a conversation between a delivery guy and an old wise man who explains his thought-provoking various fundas. The different concepts are explained beautifully,in a crisp and simple style of writing. Not for people who cant accept/appreciate radical new ideas, but if you're interested in philosophy then go,buy,read. Now.
Monday, June 18, 2007
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