Dec 27, 2009

Past is what you remember and smile about. Later. :)

Dec 26, 2009

The 'awesomest' feeling in the world is when you leave things you love, for the one you love. :)
No competition!

Dec 23, 2009

There in the dark alley, I saw a trembling body. But knowing dark alleys housed fears, frights, threats and deaths numerous, I moved on. To my next kill. Fearlessly.

Dec 22, 2009

Lies and Lives

Ajmal Kasab and his lies have been bugging me a lot these days as I read the dailies.
My thoughts bordered on "Why don't we just shoot that bastard and get over with it???" Not like any other country would have given him even a trial. Oh! The Pak police officers would have 'accidentally' shot him by now, had he been an Indian caught terrorizing their area.

"Not my shoes" He says in the court. Make him walk with the size he said. In the courtroom. Lets see how far he can do it.
"I have not done it. I was not even there at that time" He says. Hand him over to RAW for a day and he will return to truth.
"I was in Mumbai for a film." Let him see those films that caught him live. And the terror after effects. If that does not work, lets give him a taste of his own medicine.

Indian Judiciary is far too lenient to listen to all this crap. If you ask me, shoot that bastard and get over with it. Phir jo aenga tab dekha jaenga! Before the "hijack drama" happens again with our citizens hostage, punish them with death. But no.. "Poke in the eyes and India still won't learn its lessons!" Tomorrow his lies will adorn the tombs of those that died in the Mumbai attacks..

Dec 21, 2009

Errrr.... mm...

Where was I before I left? :? Ohk, Did I ever leave? :P
Naaah.. I was always here.. Reading every one of the blogs that I earnestly follow. And commenting on those that I felt deserved immediate attention.
I saw a plea for love. I saw another searching soul...
I myself went through a transformation.. Blogging is one of those ways I vented my frustrations.
I am returning to it. I have a feeling I would need it more in the coming days.. Weeks.. And years even.
Thanks to all those who asked me to remain. And thanks to all those who sent private messages asking me to return. Thanks to those, who knew what was wrong and didnt pity me. Cos...

"Pity is one way of telling the other, I am happy I am better than you." -DN

And I hate being pitied.
Cya around guys!
Durga Nandan :)

Books.

"Such fine companions,
have men not been given.
Such engaging partners
and indulgent mental lust." -DN

Dec 16, 2009

Food prices are sages now. They levitate on a daily basis.

PS- I know am not supposed to be here. But could not hold this back.

Dec 5, 2009

Test went bad. Leaving blog world. May or may not be back.

Dec 2, 2009

A.D. 2500*

*Please refer the Glossary, given at the end of the story, for the new words[given in italic bold] while reading.


A.D. 2500

People are whooshing all around in their minizooms. I must be the only one in the whole of earth without one, I thought scornfully, waiting for my boy friend in the park. Has been a long wait. Same thing. Always. Too much of enjoyment from his side. And carelessness. Only till we get the married dose though. I looked around and gloated. Our community park has oxygen parlors and water gardens. It even has synthetic green coverings sponsored by God. Most just had Oxygen parlors.

Minirobos were driving around selling stuff. Vitamin capsules are over. I should buy some. And some roughage. It has been a week since I ate roughage. Just dreamsules.

Hmm.. I hope the engagement dose would be strong enough. I heard the Geraldines [they are the descendants of an ancient Indian family. Too embarrassed of their culture it seems. Changed their name from Ghemavats to Geraldines. Three generations back. ] had trouble with their lot. After one year Mr. G started fluctuating. They complained to the JoBo and it was sent to God for appeal. God knows what happened. I have to remember to send a message asking.

Ah.. His minizoom is approaching. He will have trouble getting out this time. He is still on junk diet. In the 20th century, people used legs to travel. They could move their legs in synchrony and called it walking. Faster walking was running.
We have two stubs there. Evolution. I have never tried walking. Only two people who have succeeded walking for two whole minutes, are alive today. Both are kept under high security vaults and under surveillance. Somewhere in Indian Subcontinent.

Look at him! A fat sphere. Even his hands ain't clearly there. Wow! 'Hmm.. too evolved.', I thought with pride. But he is too obese to live for long. I should be careful about my marriage dose may be... 'OK. God, don't tell him my plans. If he lived longer, I will take more doses', I thought, Knowing that the all-knowing-all-powerful God saw my thoughts.. I hope he takes life-enhancement surgeries.
And if God gives us kids, I ll have to take the dosage anyways.

God. Talking about God, 500 years ago, they had many different religions they say. Christianity, Hinduism, Islam, Judaism and lotsa li'l religions with different beliefs and cultures. Those barbarians even killed in the name of religions. And Gods. In plural! So many names and forms for God. We have a single religion now. And a single God. Formless, omniscient, omnipotent and omnipresent, limitless, immortal.. They had those concepts. But never really found God. Even when God was present in them, in their minds.

It is said God took birth in the minds of two individuals of the 20th century. Was not called God initially. Was first called 'Google'. Then someone said,"Google is god". But it was only when the nuclear war [also called the world war 3] started, that Google intervened and saved earth from complete destruction. And took over the control, finally.

'Google Opposing Destruction-GOD- of earth and earthlings', started a world wide campaign online. And Thank God! The world was saved. World finally accepted God.

A huge change came after God took control. We were all tagged. And tracked. Organized. And Safe.
I gloated on how the world had developed and emerged ideal. Thanks to God. The Savior of Earthlings!

I should request God for a minizoom this year. I have been good throughout the year. Thinking of how I would decorate my minizoom, I walked to the nearest minirobo to buy roughage.

---The End.---

Glossary :
Minizoom : a small car shaped vehicle that seats one and runs on solar energy. Flies, swims, runs and paddles. Near supersonic speeds.
Water garden : where you see pure H2O rather than the capsulized form used normally. the water is arranged in various entertaining forms like waterfalls, pools, icecaps etc.
Dreamsule : a capsule that is chewed to get the feeling of having eaten a particular food or flavor.
Marriage and Engagement dose : dose of pheromones from each other given to ensure commitment in spouses. It is sold in year ratings. And people take it instead of marriage vows.
JoBo : Judge Robots. Preprogrammed with universal laws. And mind-reading softwares.
Life enhancement surgeries : That which replaces torn and worn body parts so as to lengthen lifespan from 30[usual] to 60 years[after enhancement].


PS- This, is my 200th post on this blog. I wanted it to be about CAT and my idea about this year's CAT. But no. I had an idea from one of the tweets I read. I typed the idea out lest I forget it.
Comments welcome.
Good Day!
DN :)

Dec 1, 2009

I confess.

I confess. I tried the Google wave. But it dudnt engage me. I got the invite some days back. Sent invites to people who have been eagerly waiting for one.
It failed to hook me. But felt happy that other people were happy they got invites finally.

I confess. I was called boring by a friend of mine. Makes sense. It has been long since I made any attempt to be social or entertaining. I have a way with words. I admit. :P But long time since I used any of it.

And I confess. I don't call people or reply smses [forwards of course.]. What do I reply to a forward saying

"Breaking News ATM
Not Working
.
.
.
Because
.
.
.
Sardar’s Wife Put Hair pin In Machine
When It Said”, Enter Ur PIN" ?? But I used to reply those smses with something witty at least slapstick.


I confess. I don't keep my mobile with me either now. People complain I have changed. May be I have. No. I have. Thanks to no-on-in-particular. And hence don't expect prompt replies until I settle back down.

I confess. I was skipping meals. No. Not anorexia. Just plain laziness and tensions.

I confess. I lost my temper twice this week. Amma is worried about this. She says my face looks very cruel when I am angry.

I confess. I have not touched my books for the last 2 weeks. I don't like the way things are going.

I confess. Life is down like hell right now. But as always, "At level zero, things can't go any worse." Worried about exams as well.

Ah! enough of those confessions that look more pessimistic than the glass half empty.
If you have come till this, thanks. :) If not, well, nothing to say really. Cos you ain't here anyways. :)

I tell myself, Get well soon. :)

Nov 29, 2009

Lowest in my life. Wish it had not coincided with my CAT. Or the number of exams to follow.
Life is a hell. Now.
The oscillations kill me.

Nov 28, 2009

A Cry

Tonight, I wanna cry.
Let tears stream down and dry.
It is more than what I can bear,
this feeling, I have none to care.

Tonight, I wanna cry,
Wet my pillow, don't come pry.
It is nothing, no one knows.
It is just him, that everyone knows.

Tonight, let the moon hide.
Stars be its tears, no worthless pride.
Every bit hurts, when he ain't there.
But who the hell cares,
even when a heart comes bare.

Tonight, let the moon hide.
With shame of hurting me.
The bed, barren, broken hearted.
Let everything be.

No complaints.
No dreams.
No ambitions. Nothing to lead.
All I wanna do is cry.

No complaints.
Let him be.
He deserves better.
Far more better.
At least, more than me.

No complaints,
No dreams.
All I wanna do is,
cry to sleep.
Lest I remember
my smiling days.

All I do is,
crying to sleep.
And that goes without saying,
now, every night!

Another of those crappy requests..


Sharad Mudaliar
I m Male 26 India, MBA wanna add u as friend, I like South Indion people.........


Now, they use qualifications to pass the test of "friends reqs" too! Where is Orkut heading!! :-o
And he is 'Indion'! :P
He also has 26 Indias! :-o
Chal had fun. Thanks. :P

Nov 26, 2009

The movie you'll love..

Finally I saw a Malayalam film that I LOVED. The Keralavarma Pazhassi Raja. The Lion of Kerala.

I have already read the life of Pazhassi from the Aithihyamala by Kottarathil Shankunni. So I was quite familiar with the plot.
They have deviated a bit. But it is forgivable. I would not start off with praises for the film the reason being Ramz has already done that job. But can't help touching the emotional aspects of the film and its characters.

I loved Neeli, a tribal girl who moves with the agility of a chimp and shoots with the aim of a master. Her dedication and love for her lover Chandu, is awesome. The energy that she projected throughout the film endeared that girl to me. If I had to chose between Maakkam [Pazhassi's wife] and Neeli, it would certainly be Neeli. :)
The bravery of Kunkan and the commitment of Pazhassi, are commendable. And Kunkan sometimes steals the show with his involvement in the character and facial expressions. His body speaks more than his words.
Makkam reminds me of how a wife should be. Someone who leaves everything for her husband and respects him like God.
The film rekindled my interest in our martial art, Kalaripayattu. I loved the stunt scenes.
Lotsa times, it made my eyes fill. Every time a loyal one succumbed to death, it makes you feel the loss. The success of a film lies in involving the audience in the story and making them feel exactly what the characters feel. This film did it to me.

I am not spending more time praising it. But yes, the rest of the Mollywood should please look at the film and learn how to take care of details.
I am no movie buff. But if you have not seen it, my advice is, don't miss it. The large screen money is certainly worth it. If you can, go through the biography before you see it. It certainly helps.

There is one another life I want to see filmed. The life of Shakthan Thampuran. He is my hero. Has always been from the day I knew him.
Again, thanks to Aithihyamala I have read all about him. But the screen experience would be once in a life time.

Cheerz to the crew of Pazhassi!!
You guys did a fantabulous job!
DN

PS- On the lighter side, I saw a soldier with our very own Bata chappals. :D
But then, Perfection is impossible. :)

Nov 24, 2009

I know it is a bit late..
But somehow, this just popped up in my mind..

Why did the Americans not succeed in extracting water from the rocks and soil they brought from moon after the so called "Man walking on moon"? Our Chandrayaan did it..

Or was that also a "supposed hoax" like the "man walked on moon"? :?

Death Sentence

I'll take the blame on me.
So that you can walk off free.
Not that I have sinned.
But that I' ve a debt alive.
My wife and kids
and lesser debts to be paid,
all for God to be taken care by.
Till my soul do rest in peace,
I'll pray for you.
And them.
Till Death shall let me free.

Nov 23, 2009

For a guy, a girlfriend is an asset. A lover is a headache.
For a gal, a boyfriend is a headache. A lover is an asset.

They say.. We say..

They say we don't read. They say we don't love books. I always ask 'where do you look'!
No we don't read what was 'in' during your time. But we read those that are 'in' in our time. We read those that have outrun Time and its tests. Even if they belong to ages ago.
We read Geetha, we read Epics, we read Fairy Tales, we read Mills and Boon, we read MT, we read Dickens and Twain. We read anything that stood the test of time. And still they say we don't read.
We read Harry Potter and Twilight. Just like Enid Blyton and Agatha Christie.

Yeah, lots of couch potatoes are there in our generation. So what? You had your lot of 'intellectuals' and 'uselesses'. We dare have ours. And many of those 'intellectuals' of your generation, who grew beards, read, smoked, wrote and were considered 'voracious readers', forgot how to live. Those that were 'uselesses' found ways to better the world cos of their laziness.

Let us have our share of couch potatoes that don't read but surf. Not write but blog.
And those that read in our generation live better than your generation. We don't need to flaunt that we read. We read. So? I tell you we don't need a tag.
You say we turned away from reading. Then why do we have businesses flourishing on piracy of books? Where do they supply it if they don't see demand? Did they have that in your times? Why do we still have rushes on wayside bookshops? Oh, you didn't see that? You better observe next time!
You tell us we don't read. We tell you, we don't need to prove.

Nov 22, 2009

Gyan - For Wannabe 'dirty' gals

I was talking to one of my verrry conservative cousins and wanted to just irritate her.
She was deriding me about how I am never gonna learn 'manners' :D
And then I said she should also get better at being 'bad' :)
Bad as in, someone who wants to be counted 'modern'. Do it, and you will be considered "elite" [alight :P].
I will summarize it here for all those wannabes...

1. Try to find at least one negative meaning in a sentence. [Did you succeed in this sentence? :P]

2. Be bold and talk about it. Especially to shy people. [ Like for the previous sentence... Ok, I see blushes already. :P So I am not venturing to say it.]

3. Gloat on how they squirm. Enjoy their reactions. Especially if they didnt understand what you meant. [Like you, now. :D ]

4. Flirt subtly. It is supposedly an art. [A big gyani gave me this gyan. Thanks a lot. :D]

5. Have a boy friend. [Ok, those lucky ones I meant. For those unlucky ones who could not manage, refer subsection 'a'. :P]

a. If you dont have one, act as if you are committed to a guy somewhere far away.

6.Tell your friends that it is cos you have him you are not having an affair at the college. [And dont tell anyone the story about how you were rejected by the guy you dared propose. :P ]

7. Subscribe to BSNL [or your service provider] ads. They send it five times a day [kinda irritates me. :| ] :D [So that you can 'overcome' others in the number of smses from 'Boy friend'. And dont forget to put your mob in loud mode. ;) ]

8. Keep a Sudoku game on your mob and keep playing it whenever you get time without showing the screen to anyone, so people think you are smsing. [So that you can improve your incredibly ridiculous IQ for trying to learn how to be "dirty" through blogs.
And yeah, to avoid them seeing your abysmal scores on Sudoku. :P]

Rest after you give me Dakshina.
Till then "dirty bhavantu!" :P

Nov 19, 2009

Nov 15, 2009

It was on a wet night like this that the birdie found its mate. Cold and dark, the night was frightening.
Her soul came flying in another body and sat on the branch her nest was. There started their long saga of love and togetherness.

It is a wet night like that. Cold and dark, threatening night.
Her soul flew up from the other body and rose up, to where heaven was. There started the long saga of her pain.

And I, a silent witness. I wish the birdie peace.

If I had my way..

If I had my way,
I would be in your arms,
crying and laughing in between.
Dissolving into the bliss,
of being together.
Again.

If I had my way,
I would be your world,
and you, my God.
Revolving like binary stars,
in our own private universe.
Again.

If I had my way,
my eyes would not be wet now
and yours, not closed.
Wet and dry,
blind and cry.
Again.

No, I never had my way.
I always let you choose.
And you chose,
to leave.

My world, now godless,
chaotic and dead,
screams my pain,
silently. Through,
what seems a smile.

Only if I had my way!...
I would not be a dead thing now.

Nov 11, 2009

Why dont we have smileys on Blogger? :?

Nov 8, 2009

55 Fiction -4

Shortly after the quake, came the calm, where the cries of silence pierced ears that searched bodies.

55 Fiction -3

No. That was not what she wanted. But she let him go nevertheless. For she knew, death was the only way to be with him now. How selfish!

55 Fiction -2

The zeal she had had died long again. No one but her lamented the loss. And that was nt the biggest loss. She had no one to lament with her.

55 Fiction -1

"My hatred for you will never end." The gal told the guy. "Until you temme you love me", she added in a helpless undertone.

Oct 28, 2009

Ya Rabba!

She had already given up hope. He was not coming back. Why would he? It has been years now. 4 years to be precise. The only evidence of his living somewhere is the yearly mails he send. One on her birthday, one on the child's.
She was painting her nails wondering how long she had for herself until the child woke up and started crying. No power in the world could separate them. Or so she thought when they were dating. Even in the year they spent happily married, no one who even remotely knew them could think they would separate.
But they did. That is fate.
She never thought he would leave her for a "hooker" type gal.
But he did. That is fate.
And years passed. She must have forgotten the details of togetherness by now.
She could not. That is life.

Slowly tears trickled. Glancing back to make sure the child was not up. And hastily rubbed away her tears. Getting up to switch on the fan, she noticed that CD. The one he had gifted her a week before he left. She loved every single song in it. She out the CD in and switched it on. Particularly the "Ya Rabba" by Kailash Kher. She would listen to it every night. And cry herself to sleep.

That song held a very special space in her life. That was the song he sung for her when she didnt accept his first proposal. All filmy, together with his "friends-made" band for chorus. First it was funny. He had that grin on his face.
"Ya Rabba! De de koi jaan bhi agar! Dil bhar pe ho na, dil bhar pe ho na koi asar...!"

She walked away and they followed. But towards the end, when she didnt even give a whiff about the song, he broke down. And fell down crying.
His friends converged on him stopping everything and she turned back wondering what to do.
They left. And the whole night she was distracted enough to sleep.
Well, next day she met him and thus started the 7 year saga. One of the very few college romances to culminate in marriage. And a baby.

And then one fine day after two years of marriage he comes with a 'dirty gal' and tells her he loves that gal. Yes that gal must have been good in bed.
After having the baby, she had not been really caring about his needs. 24*7 behind the baby. But she had not foreseen this consequence.
She begged him to remain. And did anything and everything she could. He left. Somewhere in America. That is where he is now in. With that gal. Painted nails, lipsticky lips, scanty skimpy dress, high heels and sexy body. She still remembers the flowery dress the gal came in. She could not believe he left her for that gal. May be if she had tried being sexy for him, it would have worked..

The child woke up. Crying. She was dragged back to reality by the baby. Not that he had not done anything for them before he left. Alimony of all his savings till then and the lil wealth he amassed while he was here. And bonds and deposits for the child's studies and a decent life. All planned and set for her. But she would have any day traded her life, to be with him now. She thought as she lifted the baby into her arms.

..................

Years passed. Life was the same for her. Yearly mails which she replied to, every day. Life revolving around a child who hated his dad. She tried. Initially Adi didnt quite mind liking his dad. But later of course, he threw tantrums asking to see dad then she had to reveal the whole story. For a day he didnt eat anything. For a week, he didnt speak anything. And from then on, he hated his dad.
He is now a Programmer. And took care of her with all love in the world.
She was slowly aging. And nursed a need to see him again. If just once. But she didnt dare tell her boy. And she could not go to America all alone.

One day amassing all courage she ever had in life, she asked her boy,"Can I go meet him? Will you come with me?"
The boy didnt say anything. But that evening, when she served dinner, he said," Ask him if you could come. And exact address. We will see."
So very like his dad, she thought with a smile. That night she mailed him asking for his address.
And waited for the next day.
And the next. And the next. No reply.
She almost knew no reply was coming. But hoped against hope something would come.
When she mentioned this to her boy, he was enraged.
"How dare that man ignore you! After all these years you only asked a glimpse of him. @#@^^*%^&! And he has never wanted to see me. What kind of a dad is he?!"
She started crying.
"No amma! Dont cry, for all it takes, I am tracking him down and we are meeting him."

He set to work. Tracked back the mails to somewhere in Dallas, Texas.
And took the next available flight to Texas. On the way to the mentioned address in a hired cab, he had to admit, it was a journey to see his dad. The one who never cared. But he secretly wanted to meet that someone his mom loved so much.
The cabbie left him in the middle of the town, on a busy roadside.
Inquiring about the address, he was pointed to a tall building.
He walked inside and asked the asked the security for address who sent him to the 4th floor.
Reaching the fourth floor, he found the door number and was surprised to find it being an office.
He entered hurriedly and asked for his dad. He was lead to the lounge after the lady checked out his name on the computer she had.

While he sat, he contemplated on what he should first say to his dad. Shout? Scream? Hug?
And then, a fat Indian fellow comes in.
"This cant be the man I saw in amma's pics." was all he could think of.
"Are you the one who came asking for Mr. Sharma?"
"Yes."
"Well, we have had directions to redirect you to this address. You can get more info there."
"But the mail came from here. He has to be here."
"He is not. He has never been. Please go talk to the person in this address."

When he left, he glanced back to the office door and took in the place his dad must be in.

As he got to another address in Dallas, a lady opened the door. An Indian lady. Old. But painted nails. Red. Must be the female, he thought with contempt.
Whatever, he just came to see the man. Not this female.
When he mentioned his purpose, she looked taken aback. And surprised. And worried.
- Of course, she would be worried!, he thought.-
She invited him inside. And told him a story.
His dad's story.

Then he remembered the Office door again and what was printed on the door, "LetterMeLater, scheduled email services".
His dad had passed away a year after he left her, of prostate cancer. But remained with her, a life long, after he left.

On the way back, he cried and kept thinking about what he would tell him mom about the angel he missed. And how, he was going to hide this truth forever.
Unconsciously he called out to heaven "Ya Rabba!".

Oct 27, 2009

Imprints.

My parents' wedding anniversary just passed by, 2 days ago. Needless to say, both were on reflective mode. 22 years together and still kicking together against the world.
I noticed something. The foremost thought both had were not about the achievements in career or society. But raising two perfectly healthy kids and God's grace.
I first wondered why. 'Cos obviously both had enough to boast about their careers. And felt the need of mentioning us rather than the career path.

Every other specie, other than man, consider their foremost duty to reproduce. Not just reproduce, but bring out their very best traits, so the kids do survive. Survival of the fittest. Or they just keep on producing while many die but the fittest survives.
As humans "evolved" the idea became not to just mate and reproduce, but to spend leisure in all gay ways as possible. And we had enough and more free time with us. We started having diversions. And ended up diverging from the initial goal nature had set us.

Now, we see each new couple running behind their respective careers and does not stop to appreciate the beauty of life. Have kids at middle age, Give them the best nanny or play school and school, money, more money and lots more of it. They dont bring out the best imprint of themselves to the world. Even when they do, enough attention is not given to the imprint and hence, the offspring lacks in one or more areas that are to be developed after birth. Mostly, in social skills side, I have noticed.
Initially, the strongest man or the alpha male, was the one with max physical force. It has become intellectual and skilled power now, that sets apart the leader. Now, that skill is put into career and not in taking care of the kids. But when put into the investment called children, it gives amazing results.

Nature must be bringing forth calamities to curb this growth of "survival of most adapted", wherein 'adapted' means disturbing the balance of other species to survive self.

As I was mentioning, since the primary goal of any specie is to get the best offspring, when humans complete a significant part of their life, they reflect on having done that, reflexively.
Even now, that instinct is not dead. I am sure, I ll be proud of my kids more than my career. Though, mine would be a conscious effort to acknowledge it than instinctive. My imprint, will be my conscious investment...

Oct 24, 2009

After Intermission.

Ok. Lots happened during my hibernation.
First things first. I didnt make any progress in my studies. Still the same old Jo with a pitiful percentile score. Especially after the stupid bloody "blah blah blah" [imagine all the swear words that come to your mind and fill in the "blahs" :D] AIMCAT 1005.
Of course, so I decided, it aint blogging or any of my hobbies that stop me from scoring. Gotta find the monster and kill it soon.

Next thing, a real bad flu attack. Lost all my health in 3 days. I have not even had time to look at my plants for some days now. Dad took over. Love dad :) But of course, all he does is water them. Some have started drying cos of pests. Hmm.. As soon as I am healthy enough, I am getting back to you guys. :)
One good thing about that is, I am not supposed to work. :D Or to do anything tiring. Dad would not even let me climb stairs to room. :( So literally lived there for almost a week, weak. :)

I twit a lot now. I tried incorporating a widget here. But the stupid blog just shows me the dark back ground. I will find a way soon.
I changed to Chrome. I was satisfied with it until it started crashing too frequently. I wonder if it might be cos my comp configuration is obsolete..
Bunked a class to watch a movie [Yeah you heard it right! A movie! :)] and landed right in front of our LA sir. :D He played along and so we five, didnt have to answer all those higher ups for bunking. ;)
Dont ask me which movie though. We consider our money wasted. "Blue" Lots of sea and skin. That is all it had. And it was a pity watching that Dutt guy dancing around with Dutta gal. There is only one difference in them , the letter "a". But that really made all the difference. "A" stood for Age.

I visited my friend from college [Now that gal was one of the reasons I went to that frustoo college. The other reason was the gal who accompanied me. :)]. She is nine months pregnant and glowing. Now, I aint biased. She has really become a darling thing.

Will be back to regular blogging soon I guess.
Wheezingly yours
DN :)

PS- My Humor post was nothing but a quiz I took. Somehow, the HTML code didnt work. So I deleted it.

Oct 2, 2009

Lagti he Zindgi ke har pal anokha,
Jab tere saat he jaanam suniyo na!
Kar lenge qurban ham jaan bi, vaste tere,
kyunki pyar me mein aur tu nahi, sirf, ham he.
.

Oct 1, 2009

Night stretches far ahead,
day would break in after that.
But for all I know my day is spent
and happy I have spent it so.

DN
Even today, marrying the one you love is being "revolutionary". Wont this place ever learn? :-|

Sep 30, 2009

"Passion has no footing of reason. Passion is indifferent to reciprocal emotion, it needs to express itself to full, live itself to very end, no matter if all it receives is kind feelings, courtesy, friendship or mere patience. Every passion is hopeless, if not it would be no passion at all but some cleverly calculated arrangement, an exchange of lukewarm interests."

Sep 29, 2009

Siesta

I will be off net for some time now. Mostly a month or two..
Gotta learn a bit of this and that.
Do miss me and take care.. :)
Will read your posts when I get time..
Please bear with my late reactions.
Love you all.
DN

Sep 26, 2009

I, The One. Oops! Mr. Square Root One.

They call me Mr. square root.
I, the one, the weirdo,
I the one that speaks in math,
I the one that dreams old math.

I eat all stuff,
that will help my brain
spinach, leafies
and no non veg.

Still they think am nuts and all,
For I have never made normal talk.
Call me a nerd,
But they dont think I heard.

All in all,
I think am good.
Why calling me all that would
be nothing more than forever good.

-A nerd.

Starry Eyed.

Splendid is the isolation,
Beautiful, the charm!
Of lusty winds that
cover my farms.

Night is dark and
the flight of lark,
back to nest to
meet her pet.

Moon is round and shining bright,
love is raining this moonlit night.
The tree house and its woody charm,
I am lost in a lovely hoodlum's thoughts.

The day has passed
and night has come.
I wait for him,
my lovely chum.

Far in the distant land he rides,
Power in hands and towering heights.

Here he comes my Prince, my love.
Holding reigns of countries two.
"Shower of moonlight,
power of love,
What more is needed,
my sweetheart, love?"

I stare at the stairs of my wood tree house,
flowing with love for my Prince, my Knight,
all starry-eyed...
All starry-eyed.

Sep 24, 2009

Tweet tweet tweet.. :)

What is their damn problem with Shashi Tharoor?
These Indian Express people?
Let him tweet all tweets he want. It is his personal business. The hype about "cattle class" is fine. But if he has a goddam big workload, it is his business and he has every bit of right to whine about it. Or in this case, Tweet about it. :-|
All those polls and snippets.. They are trying to make a controversy where none really exists.. Well, want him down dont you IE? :-|
The poll "Should Tharoor step down from his Ministerial post?" ended up with a whooping 96% No. I guess the Indian Express people, jealous cronies and the Opposition made up the other 4%. :P
Keep Tweeting Tharoorji! :)

So, My Tweets can be found in here. I just opened a twitter account. To check out Tharoor [obviously not in the wrong sense. :P].
Who knows, I might end up tweeting a lot, much like my blogger friends say, cos I do a lot of one liner blogs. :)

Cheerz!
Take care.
Happy Durga Puja!
DN

Sep 22, 2009

I dont see much of selfless love around in the world.
A mother's love is said to be the best form of love for humans. Even that is cos, the baby is hers. It is her own self or a part of her she loves.. :)
The fact that an adopted child is not loved as much by a mother proves my point.

Sep 21, 2009

Love Thyself. :)

The bestest thing about being me is that I am unique.
No other me in the whole goddam world.
Know how beautiful it feels? :)
To be me?

I love being myself, with all the flaws and goodness in me.
Once, I remember telling a friend of mine when asked how I could love people so much, "You love yourself first. Then you start seeing yourself in others. And then you love others as much."

Corollary, "If you can't love yourself, you cant love others." [Same as what Jesus advised. 'Love others as you love yourself.']
And trust me, when I love the way I am, it is easier for me to love others. Including their imperfections.

And anyways, it is their imperfections that complete them. :)
Take care guys..
It feels awesome to be me. :) Dont you too?
Cheerz!
A happy Durga :)

Sep 20, 2009

Apple of my Eye..

Man of my dreams,
Virtues extreme,
thy name is not God,
but a synonym of Lord.

I shelve all my pride,
and love thou, a bride,
only to know,
I should rather have cried.

Peace be with you,
Prosperity be with you..
Forever till I die,
you'll be the apple of my eye.

New Awards! :)

Man, I donno what people find so good about my ramblings to gimme awards.. :)
Well, that reminds me of my past promise to share the "Superior Scribbler" Award.. Just that I was not in a mood till now for light things..

So, coming to the awards I just received, Rahul has been the kind one this time. :)
And not just one or two but!!! Three awards.. Hehe.. Thanks Rahul, I think that made my week. :D


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Yeah, that is another blog buddy I have earned on the blogosphere. :)

And... One Lovely Blog Award

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This suits my template. :D And my fav color is pink and its variants... That makes me a bit more happier about this award than the rest.. :)

Then, the fluorescent violet, "I love your blog" award..


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That was beautiful. Thank you RSV. :)
When you said, religiously following my blog, did you mean it? :D

Cheerz!
DN.



Now, to the award giving ceremony I had pended for long. :D
The Superior Scribblers..


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To G3 : A going away present. [ Read "Happy to get rid of you" present. :P ]

To Ramya : Though she has been conspicuous in the blogosphere for sometime with her absence of posts, she is an ardent blogger, in love with her blog. :)

To RSV : He has been an ardent blogger. Has been kind enough to go through all my ramblings.. And comment on them.

That is as much to it. Though I wanted to give it to Amit too. So passionate about his blog.. :) It shows on his visitors count. :) But he is the one who gave me this award. :) So..

Anyways, that is that.. Long post.
The award ceremony is over. :P
Tata! :D

Durga Nandan

Sep 19, 2009

"Life is a box of chocolates." They say.
I say, "Make sure you don't fall for the wrapper color."

I, for one, love the white milk chocolates more than the dark chocolates. Crazy about Ooty's homemade chocolates. :D

Sep 18, 2009

[Very]Miss Creant.

Disclaimer : Any similarity to the living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story, is fictitious and has nothing to do with anyone's life.
DN.

So, here it goes.

I am dying. Yeah, death on a wheel chair. Ever heard of that? Slowly wasting this beautiful body. And all the 'assets' men looked at and paid for. Why?
You may ask. And sneer. Why did I choose this life? Did I ? Honestly, did I have a choice?
What with, love for him on one side and complete trust. And unseen future on the other side?
I was robbed of my innocence, my purity and love, all in a single night. All by the same person I adored and loved.

No no. This aint any melodrama. This is life. My bloody life! He had me that day. And then, the next thing I knew, I was dragged from my wedding bed to his friends.
You know crying never helps. I cried out loud. They did everything they felt like and he abandoned me.
Serves me right. Leaving my parents for the 'love' he gave me. For all those sweet nothings.

For some days I cried, begged. I strayed on the streets. Then one night, a man came. Offered me money to have me.
I thought why not? I have nothing that is mine now. I was hungry. I was angry. With myself.
I never tried returning home. Bro would have found that insulting. Dad, a burden.
So, there I was selling my body, my looks. I joined a brothel and soon became the hottest 'commodity' there.

You know the best part? My 'husband' one day visited me there. The brothel. He had asked for the best. I saw him and suddenly was taken aback. And then, in control, and without emotion, removed my saree. He left without a word or a second glance.
Must have told his friends. They came in, one by one. Secretly. Had me again, more brutally than before.

And then the usual swear words. Being a whore aint easy. You give them you and they give you pain. You are a thing. Not human. You have to be in my shoes to know how I feel. Some ask me to remove my mangalsutra. Not that I mind it. I, in fact promptly remove it. But that, somehow reminds me of the past, when I had his love. Or felt he loved me. It is blissful. The blush I had on the wedding day.. Like any bride, I wished to be adored. Ceremonies were not the issue. The issue was the feel of being "wanted". And this mangalsutra, is my token of love. My past, my memories. Me. The inner me. Anyways, I didnt need the mangalsutra when I was whoring.

So, I made money. Lots. My body has always gotten eyes like metal to magnet. And I learnt my trade pretty quickly. Thank god I saved enough to buy me medicines and that surgery and this wheel chair. What??
Dont stare. I was good looking. Somebody payed me with money AND AIDS. And surgery, for a small benign tumor. Not that it changed anything after the surgery. I was destined to die. Everyone is. Just a bit early for me. The tumor grew back. Malignant.

No, nothing has changed. I was a tumor. Now, I have a tumor. My body was sexy. Now, it is sexually diseased.
So, that is that. Max, a month. No one to even push me around. Brothel ditched me. He ditched me. God ditched me. And I am thinking of ditching life.
The problem being, I am not even strong to kill myself now.
Can you help? I am dying. Can you just make it a bit earlier? Can you kill the wheelchair whore? Hahahaha! Wheelchair whore! I hate this damned pain.
Can you kill? A little help?
Kill me!! Kill... M...e...

Sep 17, 2009

Be with the one you can trust your soul with. Not the one you can trust your secrets with.
Cos one day, if they sell your secrets, you live to bear the shame.
But if they sell your soul, you are no more alive.

Sep 16, 2009

Count your chicken...

They say dont count your chicken before they hatch.
I ask "What if the chicken die after hatching well?"

So when do we count them?

Sep 15, 2009

You Pro America?

I have always been known to hold a grudge against the US or North America in general.
Why? Is a question I have faced for a long time. Apart from the war tactics and politics they use, [I dont blame the minority public there, but those that elect George-Bush-like presidents, have to share the blame.] there are certain ways they experiment with human lives. Some are public, some are not.

Those in the past are public. Almost all. Three decades ago, a fiasco was born. From the CIA. The undercover agents of US. Almost all their work includes ethics-less and lesser than human deeds. And they are not held responsible for any of the methods they adopt.
Coming back to the fiasco, they used the mental patients in Montreal's Allen Memorial Institute to experiment on human brainwashing techniques!!! CIA needed this to control brains during the Cold War with the USSR. Or so they said.

The patients were taken into a dark room, called the Sleep Room, and subjected to all sorts of experiments and tortures. Yes, they dont give a damn on what their own citizens go through. Who cares about the world!!
The doctors were sponsored by the CIA and money flowed like hell.
The patients who were only a bit abnormal ended up being schizophrenic after the so called "tests".
Many lost their lives cos they could not remember their names, their husbands or own children. They were injected with drugs, given electric shocks, put in hypnotic comas for long, just to destroy their memories.

Ewen Cameron, a psychiatrist, who decided he had the power to change people and make them "better" was the 'doctor' behind all this. And after the CIA abandoned him, the Canadian Govt funded him.
To this day, both the CIA or the Canadian govt, has not admitted that they have tweaked the memories of people. Though more than 150 people are living in the asylums waiting for an apology and cure, as living proofs.

They test out far advanced tortures than physical tortures, this CIA. Tapes, with irritable muZic and painful and violent memories are constantly fed into the headphones of the intended and all they have to do is, sit back and wait for the mind to crack. With narcotics induced crime confession however, only the thing you dont want to say and pressurises your mind at that moment, comes out. Whereas, this method cracks the whole mind up. And once, the balance is lost, there is no going back. NO GOING BACK!
The patient records were destroyed the moment the fiasco was out.

Ewen came to realize his methods dont work in 1964, by which the time had flown by with mental peace of lots of families, and resigned from the hospital.
The patients who later went to court for apologies and to bring the CIA to books, settled with money outside the court. Who knows they might have been threatened as well.

If they can do that to their own countrymen, they can do worse with us. You , me and us.
Now, how, is not a big question. They have "movies-come-true" technologies.
I will talk about the methods, may be in another of those posts.. But rest assured, the psychological warfare they can unleash, will damn the rest of us. And it is the most advanced form of torture and coercion.
No govt is safe, no country is. I cant imagine what they would do to others, if they can do this to their fellows.

External Links : The movie based on the patients' lives in the asylum.

An article link, by a press person, that seems to be tampered with.

One wordpress article that has survived.

Another important link.

A tape script of a victim interview.

Are you still pro America? :)

Sep 13, 2009

Nostalgia -2

Fond memories take a peak in 10-12th standards and I got the maximum exposure there. I remember doing a drama in Sanskrit with Manikandan sir, being the "Prakruthi Matha" in my flowing green frock. :)
Asking him if he sang lullabies to his children. :D I even didnt know I 'should not' ask him about it. He replied "Kutty paadum" [Wife sings.] And talking back at him when he said I should have more "love" when I talk to my subjects, the living beings, as "Prakruthi Matha".
And then, doing the Children's film with Sadanandan sir, juniors and seniors for DD Bharathi. Two of them had a fight over who was gonna be my hubby in it. :P Haha! The bulkier won. :D
The Rashtrapathi Testing Camp at Hyderabad, where I almost fainted cos of the rigorous testing schedule from 4am to 11 pm. Thanks to Meenakshi ma'm from Chennai for ignoring my pleas that I would not be able to attend the rest of the tests cos I was not well that, I made it. And my name remains in the Roll of Honor in school Hall of Fame. I am the only Rashtrapathi Awardee in my batch, guys included.

The "PCThomas" [the famous entrance coach in Thrissur]-less days I enjoyed in contrast with the others behind entrances..
The li'l sweet Preetha ma'm slim, exuding happiness and energy, who was my math teacher in 12th, begging me to study and do well in math. :D
I never did very well then. :) And still, she loved me and I loved her back so much that my Amma was jealous. :D And she told her husband that I was like her own daughter for her.
But I still did not learn anything then. I just didnt like Probability or anything else in the text book. :| Now I do. May be cos of her pain those days, I have to learn everything I skipped then, now for CAT. :)

Usha ma'm who would always catch me for being the 'Alice in Wonderland' as she herself calls me, for day dreaming in the class. Two months back, when I met her, she shared her reminiscence about how once she caught me and I retorted. I remember I was not day dreaming that day but taking notes. :) We both laughed at the memory.. :D
Bindu ma'm our physics teacher who would always find me doing some mischief in the class or lab and shout at me [that temper of hers!! :-o ]. Finally when she sees my grin, she starts laughing with me. :D And we end up sharing the mischief.. :D
Sanal sir, who was the librarian and too enthusiastic to remain just a librarian, would almost always find me in the library reading and would greet me whenever I went in and ask which book I was on then. I remember the only day he was busy with something and ignoring me, was when the "school topper" :-| was in looking for some reference books. Man, I still sulk at that memory. Humph! He would not even turn his head and acknowledge I was there.
Jaya ma'm was an exception. She was our English teacher in 11th and 12th and a great show off. I really hated her plastic smile. And stupid jokes. She would crack a PJ and look at my face expecting me to laugh. I mostly felt like crying though.

Pamela ma'm who would always be behind me asking for the Records. I was a constant defaulter. :D Hated [Still hate] Chemistry. Labs were the best part. I made mixtures of the available solutions and made multicolor solutions behind her back. Golden, Red, yellow, green, blue!!.. And I remember my Lab exam in 12th, when I was asked to analyze some stupid mixture and during one of those tests, I inhaled the gas coming from the test tube so deeply that I fainted. :-| [Of course I had no idea what that gas was then. :P] Preetha ma'm came running in to lab with worry. Had to redo the test after gaining back my consciousness.

Man, those were the days!! :) I see myself after more than a decade now and still when I go meet my teachers, they talk to me like I am the same old gal in school.
The school has changed a lot, I have changed a lot, but the nostalgia it gives, remains the same. :)

- A Proud KV Alumni.

Sep 12, 2009

Nostalgia -1

Teachers have always left more impact on me than any other clan in school, during my school days.

Neither friends nor seniors or any other group could affect me the way they did.
Though I was late in realizing how lucky I was in being at a place like that, spread across the world, Kendriya Vidyalaya, a chain maintained by the KVSangathan under the govt. of India.
Such qualified and trained teachers! Such dedication and friendliness!
I see my comrades in school walking away to distant places to work now. Miss that place.

I remember, the first class there..
I went in with dad and my friend Frijo who was my classmate from the KG classes and his dad, and was worried to find everyone crying. Man, I went over and consoled some who were crying.. And then settled down, grinning at my dad who was standing at the door. Dad grinned back.
He came over and introduced me to G3, Moorthy uncle's daughter and asked me to make friends with her. I was determined to not like her the very instant and ran over to some other place right then oblivious to anything he further said. That day starts the 17 year old 'snake-mongoose' friendship between me and her.

After everyone settled down, my first class teacher there "Ms. Sujatha" came in with some books and attendance register. She took the attendance and asked the parents to leave.
My dad left too. She introduced herself and started off with the Social Studies text. I started getting uncomfortable. It is one thing to have dad and cry and another to not see him and feel insecure. Almost all had settled down cos no one gave a damn about the crying anymore. No one was there to see anything of that sort. And the class teacher strategically ignored every single one of those cry babies. So everyone had finally settled down.

And then I cried. I missed dad. And put a stop to all class activities and got up to tell her I wanted to see dad. She tried saying he had gone to get some books. I countered saying I went with him to get all the books myself. Finally she had to make me believe dad had gone to get some books out of list for me. And had to give toffees to make an argumentative me shut up.

From there, the journey was pretty happening with English teachers being my favorite and them showing favoritism to me as well. ;) I remember Leela ma'm who would shout at me for every silly mistake I made and gloat over my marks, in 5th.
Then Sivadasan sir from 4th, who would give me pinches with his inches long nails for stupid mistakes like "writting" and still make me the tutor of weak students in the class.
Goes into 9th where Ms. Joan Bridgett Jose who would not mind anyone knowing I was her fav. I remember presenting my first [publicised] poem in the class one day. And getting appreciated. She stopped all her work to listen to my poem. :D
And then Ms. Clotilda Roacha, in 10th, who would not lose any opportunity to shout at me [or the class in general.] but at the end of the year, she called me to tell me it was all for good. :)

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Sep 11, 2009

Something I saw on Orkut. :)
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Vinay.. Happy News Everybody.... Our dear Sini miss gave birth to a girl child on 25th april 2009...!!!

Binu woh... woh..........thatz a glad news.........
boy or girl??????

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How dumb can anyone get? :?
It is my Happy Budday today!! [:D]

Happy Budday to me!! :D


PS- I got a wish today. From an unknown number. Actually, no name, no number. No call back option. Nothing.
"Happy b'day"
Was signed "Me n my galfriend"
And it had only one option to press "Ok"
I pressed that and the message disappeared. :(
Weird. Aye?

Sep 10, 2009

A something that might interest my random blog readers too.. Please check this out.. :)

A Question

And leave your comments.
Cheerz!
Durga
Today, I will just raise a question.
Why is Srimati Pratibha Patil so inactive compared to Kalamji?

When he was the President, every single day, he motivated students, contributed to India in science, politics, peace, and what not! Parents pointed at him and told kids "Be like him one day. Aspire!"
His words about dreaming and achieving still ring in all hearts. I started scourging papers cos he appeared in it often and motivated me.

Every single day, you got a news about him, sensible and encouraging and motivating. I used to love the way he carried himself. If you ask me, he should have been given another chance at the office. :)

I seldom see Smt. Pratibha in the news, at least, apart from the 'diplomatic visits' she makes to foreign countries.

President has to be active and conspicuous. Rather than appear only when it is very unavoidable.
I don't care if it is a lady or man, just put forward models for the young generation. Ask respect from the middle aged. And comradeship from the old [considering the average age of our presidents] . We call you our first citizen. First and best. First woman president, should not she leave her own marks of excellence in the history? Should not the title be lived up to?

I am just saying, she could be better at this.
Just take care ji. And all the best.
Jai Hind!
Durga Nandan, a citizen.

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Sep 9, 2009

'A-word'

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Thanks for the award Amit! :)
That was nice of you.. Still thinking of 5 people. :D :D
Cheerz!
Durga Nandan
Daily News : Sonia to decide on YSR's successor.

Daily Dose : And I thought India was a Democracy? Sonia decides! Huh!

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Sep 8, 2009

Recent Read

I read Digital Fortress. I have read Da Vinci Code.
Now, the thing with Dan Brown is, once you read one of his books, you can actually figure out that the one who appears to try to help, always ends up being the one behind the scam. At least, in those two, it is so.
And it so very predictable after sometime. The way someone tries to be very "clean" you get a feeling he is upto something.
And for those who have read it, I donno if you found it obvious, the Ndakota, being an anagram of Tankado, was evident and glaring. Or may be it was cos I love anagrams. And I wanted to shout at them for not understanding it right away.
And all those stupid 'High Intelligence people' could not figure out about the Uranium Isotope code. How many prime numbers could be arrived at with that many limited numbers?

Man, I didnt find Digital Fortress thrilling me as Da Vinci Code did. May be cos it was his first attempt.. Eh?

The Godfather by Mario Puzo was wonderful. Though for a day I always glanced back to check if someone was following me. :D
Eager for the next parts... Sadly I decided to spend on some other books than its sequels..

And now, am with Twilight the first part. Donno, Stephanie drags it a bit too much.. Does not she?
I donno if I will be patient enough for the second and third parts..
The fourth part is only a thought. I bought the first three parts. :(
Man !! Look at me! I am sad I bought books!! :-o

Pencil

Scratching ahead,
I write and write.
Forging away,
wills and works.

Sharpened, broken,
flaunted, fought.
My bro is praised
mightier than sword.

Helping around,
I lessen and die.
Lead by lead
and finally dead.

Aug 29, 2009

If Google went for a business..?

What if Google started charging for the services it offered?
Imagine! For every mail we sent, we had to pay some amount! For every page we read, pay. For every search result, pay. Scary!

It will run Google out of business soon. Or at least bring the business down considerably! Most people rely on Google cos of its accuracy and security. And feasibility.http://www.techtalkpoint.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/gmail.jpg
People would switch over to other services li'l less accurate but free. Oh I have seen enough of ads to know about people falling head over heels for "Freebies".

Cyberspace has no borders now. Now imagine if it did! Of prices, or laws, ettiquetes, politics..
-Accepted some spaces are confined. Like, if you search something in China, you get results different from the rest of the world. And France banning the sale of Nazi memorabilia.. And some sites providing certain services only to particular nationals. But other than that, I can generalize this I guess. -

The seamless worlds most of us have built for ourselves, would disappear instantly.
We could no longer be in touch as frequently with people outside our country. Let alone country, our own states. India being that diverse. I could no longer find it feasible to be in touch with lots of people whom I don't meet daily. Imagine Blogger being confined to just that one state you are from? And no other search results appear in your window than from the state you are in?
Disaster. Right?

What if the Online news went dear? I would certainly not check news online then. Would stick to Papers at home, which I sometimes find clumsy and cumbersome. Online, it is all just clicks. Easy.

We have social networking.. We have tax payment options online.. We have business deals and opportunities.. Knowledge.. Platforms.. We have everything. Almost.

I should say, the virtual life we have, is almost a replica of real life now. -For people far apart by distance I meant.- You can talk, see, spend time together.. Anything in fact.
Except touch. But you know, when you are far, you anyways can't do that. Virtual life betters the plight of people like that. And the others with time constraints. One click and you are there!
And instead of burning fuel to reach a place, you save money, time and energy.
The resulting fusion of virtual and real life, suits most just fine. Unlike what the critics of technology foresaw and still hum about.

When it comes to Mobiles, smsing -or in popular lingo, texting-, I remember a time when I had to pay Rs. 2 /SMS. And now, I have 1000s of sms free per month without the "keep recharging in bulk and we will serve you" stuff. Web on my fingertips..
Call rates are down. Voice sms, video conference everything... So much of change in just 4-5 years..
May be in future, [Mostly cos of VoIP phones] we would not have to pay anything for services on mobiles. You can be here and be there at the same time. More for less. Improvement. Call it that.
Aint that making life simpler? And better?


I dont say it does not have disadvantages. I am more than aware of many. But incidently, they are all from overuse. And carelessness. If you are careful, there is only so much Internet and technology can harm you with.

For someone like me, whose life is based on communication, things like net and mob are boons. Than banes.
It has always been hard to predict the impact of a technology. View it with doubt. But an open mind. May be it will make the world better and not worse. You never know until you let it have a try.
And if Google chose to charge me for every mail I sent, I would go either bankrupt soon or sulk to no end for want of ways to reach my near ones.
Hence, Jai Google!. :P :P :P

PS- Why did I write this? I donno. Just cos I was wondering about Gmail being a paid service.. Hehe! :D
Daily News : Will reveal secrets, threatens Khan.

Daily Dose : That is what happens when you feed a snake to help you. No one knows when it would spit the venom back on you.
pss pss! India, are you listening? Someone is dissatisfied there. Use this, will you?!

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Aug 28, 2009

News : "US Nuclear Gurus" see signs of more Indian nuclear tests.

Daily Dose : Another Iran? They are poking noses, in the wrong "places", at the wrong time, for the wrong reason.
And who called them gurus? If you wanna see gurus, come to us, we will show you.
PS- I hope someone tests it on their heads. Idiots. At least we will know what makes them so thick.

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Aug 26, 2009

Daily News : Court: IITs can’t throw out SC/ST students for poor performance.

Daily Dose : They get in through reservation, live there through reservation.. And now, they don't have to study to pass out.
Wow! Throw out the general students! And not them. 'Please' call this equality..

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Aug 25, 2009

Win, Lose.

When a habitual winner loses, unless he is exceptional, he takes it to heart and it beats him.
More than how much a habitual loser feels totaling the whole series of his loses.

It just hits him hard.
Imaginably, the picture of a winning loser is better than a losing winner.

Aug 24, 2009

My Movie Thoughts. Right Now That Is!

Well, right now, I am too bad at probability. But you know, I just felt, gambling would be a science if you were good at probability.
And quick in calculations.
For a change I am watching movies.

"21" A movie on Ben, a guy who finds a passion in math and probability, ending up gambling for his prowess in this.
I am half way through the movie.
Donno what is gonna happen through the movie. But I am enjoying this movie for sure. Anyone who loves math should watch this one. It beautifully explains the 3 door problem in probability. I was new to this some time back. But now, I know probability is far more deep than the lil things we learn in schools and even colleges. Deeeper than the theories we ever learn.

And yeah, forgot to mention. Was into a series 'The Big Bang Theory' 2 days back. A marathon of all the episodes they ever broadcast, in 2 days. must be about 9GB of stuff. Amazing if you love science and relativity. And yeah, nerdy jokes. But really amazing it was, for me. Those guys speak science, live science, are science. A series about 4 nerds and their life.
Get a chance, watch it. :)

Cheerz!
DN

PS- May be gambling is addictive. But so is passion for anything. I just finished the movie. Well, may be I expected too much from the movie. Cos as it progressed, all that happened was him moving on with life and no math or probability.
Was it worth my time? I donno. May be yes, a li'l digression from what I am into right now.
A gal and a guy can be real close friends only for a certain amount of time. They get any closer or any longer, it is either love or parting.


Please share your thoughts about this one.. I have seen numerous examples of this happening..
But not one refuting it.. Though I have heard about the friendship happening through media like radio, TV and journals I have not seen any incident on the friendship remaining..

Aug 22, 2009

News : India to give 2000 cr assistance to Nepal
Pranab: Commodities will be imported if need be.



Daily Dose : We have too much money with us. Dont we? :?

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Aug 21, 2009

Just when you think things have settled down,
they blow right up.
That is Nature's way of keeping a balance between things. :)
Though I completely hate it sometimes.. :)

The Modern Knight.

I went out and drove long.
I tried to make it look right all along.
But then, I was gonna meet a 7 foot man.
And ask him to return money he owed Joan.

Now, Joan, is my crush.
And him, her Ex- crush.
If that makes a wee sense,
with or without pretense.
This ain't the old Knight.
But I got an armor for the fight.
With Justice and right.

I go there,
I knock once.
He opens
and stares.

I tell him,
"There, you should pay!"
He tells me,
"As if you can frighten me away!"

"No I cant. But right is with me.
Justice too.
I am her Knight,
here to fight!"

"Oh! You will!..
Sure you will!..
But since I owe,
you should have proof?"

"No I dont. But you sure do."
Things took a change
and he had a smile.
"Why dont we talk like men?
Please get in while I get a pen."

I get in and wait.
He does reenter with his pen.

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I drive back home happy as a bee.
Whistling and humming,
a tune she sang to me.
There you see,
he had given me proof.
Writ the debt,
on my forehead in Ink.
The Indelible Ink.

Yeah, I reach back home,
I see my gal next door.
And needless to say,
I have hidden the debt with a hat.
I smile,
She smiles.
We part.

Next day, she comes home.
"Here is the money I owe you!"
And pay me back.
"Where did you get so much?"
"He payed me back, if you should know."
Oh! I was proud.
My chest swelled a bit.
I was her Knight in Armor.
Modern though.

"So he told you why?"
"Why what why?"
"You know, he payed you back.."
"Yeah he felt guilty.
And has changed.
We are going out.
Together again!"

"Oh!"
"Oh!"
"Oh! That is good news."
My chest deflated.
I was happy nevertheless.
She was back happy
with a heck of money.
And needless to say, her 'MAN'.

Like a true Knight,
I knew I should be good.
cos it is my nature.
And not cos I wanted to show off.
And not cos it was for her.

But you know,
I had stay at home,
And wait for the ink to wear off.
And that, seemed to take forever.
And the pain certainly took a li'l longer.

But I,
certainly,
am The Modern Knight!
Daily News : Gujarath bans Jaswant book for remarks on Patel.

Daily Dose : Give them power, centrally. We will be banned from talking.
Call it their Democracy!

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Aug 20, 2009

Daily News : India to help Nepal draft Constitution.

Daily Dose : Yeah. Make sure to leave enough loopholes like ours has.

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Two Dreams...

I had these dreams yesterday night.
I have weird dreams.. Most of them make no sense when retold. But you know, these happened to be striking and understandable for the others..

1) A 'man', looking like a devil, showing me a map..
Of a maze. Routes marked in green. and some green '6's in between.

And he is telling me
"This is the maze you crossed. And you have reached here." *Pointing the end of the path.*
I see the map shows a graveyard surrounding the end point.
"Hey, how do I go back?"
"You cant. This is the end of your journey."

Didnt know if I should have been happy I completed the quest or sad of its implications. I kinda had a numb feeling in the dream. The 'feelingless' feel...
And dont know what made me see such a dream..

2) This one is much more understandable. A slightly humorous situation.

I am an onlooker of a military camp scene. A soldier walks out of the camp. And a commoner, who was waiting for his turn to get inside to provide the camp with some service, gets up into attention position and salutes the soldier.

"Why did you salute me?"
"I respect soldiers. I salute any time them I see one."
"Then you better not get inside the camp. They will think you are having a repetitive seizure." And he walks away.

I laugh. The commoner is clueless. :D

Aug 19, 2009

News : Students torch bogies of Shramjeevi in Bihar

Daily Dose : Why could they not? They paid taxes. If not them [obviously, they have not started earning.], their parents. And their grand parents... They have been paying for bogeys to burn!

Aug 18, 2009

MAH DAD!! :)

After toiling for long, I cook something and bring it on plates for my dad and sis. Sis takes her plate. Mutters a thanks..
Dad, does not even stop playing something stupid on his mob. Does not look up from the mob!! Man! He got guts!!!

"OK! Take hold of this or I am gonna take it right back!" An angry me.

"..... ... "

"You get hold of this, or it is going back!! Do you hear me??!!!"

".... ... ..."* Hands on my hip. Typical fuming Indian lady. *

"..... clickety clickety click!...."

"Fine! I am taking it back! " :-| That indignant look [Friends call it a scowl, 'smiley face'.. :P ]. The look I am 'famous' for.

"Click! click!"

No reaction! Not even a look at me!!
I walk back mumbling about how men deserve Nothing!! Putting the plate on the dining table, I shout "OK. Have it when you want. Dont let it get cold!"
And return to our foyer.
Thinking of settling down with something, I look around.
Someone looks up.

"Yeah. Bring it on! Please.. " OK. I am about to shout. And then...
:D
That childlike grin!
I am disarmed.

All that "You have to make it. She will spoil it" and missing me altogether when I bring it to him.. And all he has to do is, gimme that grin and speak, I melt. :)

Love you dad! :) Mmmuah! :)

Edit : Needless to say, I went back to get the plate again and gave it to dad. :)
There was sunset in her hair and dawn smiled upon her lips.
She had dyed her hair burgundy and she was chewing pan :P
News : 2 President’s guards convicted of rape. [2003 rape. Convicted now.]

Daily Dose : I pity their sisters and mothers.
And our Presidents!

Aug 17, 2009

The ABC of Me!

The rules:
Link the person who tagged you.
Post the rules on your blog. Share the ABCs of you.
Tag 3 people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
Let the 3 tagged people know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.
Do not tag the same person repeatedly but try to tag different people, so that there is a big network of bloggers doing this tag.

A - Aaditya, A name I love.

B - Blogs, a very recent hobby of mine. Spend a lot of time reading blogs. Love to see the views.

C - Carelessness. Most of the mistakes in my life have been cos of carelessness.

D - Durga Nandan. My pen name. First made public in my poetry blog.

E - 'Everything has a reason'. Something I believe in.

F - Facebook. Something I never really liked though have visited it for quizzes. And just them. The site is all a mess if you ask me.

G - GE, The first campus placement I seriously considered but left cos the profile didnt suit me. They were giving me HR. I wanted PR.

H - Humor. Something I really need in my hubby. And my friends.

I - Intelligence and Expertise. I swoon for them. I have crushes on Abhinav Bhindra, Kalamji, Paul Krugman, Shashi Tharoor and the like. :D I hope you get the pic. ;)

J - J 300i My mobile model number. The sweetest cutest beautifullest smallest mobile in the whole goddam world!! You will never see me without it.

K - Kreacher. A character from Harry Potter. I used to hate it. But towards the end, I started to love this thing. Loyalty should be learnt from Kreacher.

L - Love. And care. That which runs the world. And lets us live.

M - Math. Something I had been 'too' weak in, in my school days. And something, I love right now. :) MBA. The next halt. :)

N - Narcissism, I am [in]famous for this [in]equality of mine. I love myself. :D :D

O - Outgoing. How I seem to others.

P - Parakeet. I would love to have a parakeet as a pet. But I am sure within a week I will free it feeling bad about keeping it in a cage. :)

Q - Questions. An integral part of my life.

R - Romance. [Could not help repeating Amit! :D] The spice of love.

S - Sweet. Me. :P

T - The Hindu. My [fav] newspaper. I read Express and some local dailies as well. But am partial to this. :D

U - Understanding. Again a requisite for someone to be my hubby darling. ;) You could call it, Frequency match.

V - Vagamon. The region where I did my adventure training and later, trained others. I have plans to go toil in nature again. Lemme just get settled down.

W - Wushu and KungFu. Martial arts and defense I love! Wanted to learn Kungfu. But amma refused blankly! :( :(

X - xXx. A movie I enjoyed. Not many get that privilege from me...

Y - Yoga and meditation. Something I will soon revisit.

Z - Zorro, The Legend. Would love to have the movie and the books one day.

I tag G3, Ramya, and Jatin.

I was tagged by Amit and hope to have done justice to this one.

Cheerz!
Durga.