Cyclothon

F***ers , its already 6:40,I waz waking up u all arse since 5:40”.
I thought is it dream AD delivering another set of well delivered expletives.

“Holy cow! The race was to start at 7:15”.No it was not a dream, we have overshoot the reporting time by 25 mins.
“F***, f***”, thus I started my day on Sunday the 24 with mouthful & earful of expletives.
Dats why hate sleeping in AC, it’s impossible to wake up, dat 2 after mere 3 hours of sleep.

“What do now?” Sid murmured still in no mood to wake up, he is one big lazy bum, but second to Ashr of course.
Ashr was still under the covers, unobvious or acting unobvious of the commotion., or maybe composing poems, which was his ultimate skill.
The guy was a class-poet, and that to in hindi. Made him double-good.

“Move ur asses, bastards! U’ll take another 20 mins to get ready. Damn !
we are screwed.”.
I pondered what to do now with a 10000 bucks 21gears, disc break prodigal-bike I bought a day before.
And then there were another 5 t-shirts of my so called start-up, “Dinosaurs didn’t blog, Do u?” I thought of changing title to ‘Dinosaurs did overslept, & u??’

We three, me AD n Sid rushed to PG. Now where is Ravs, I called him to be greeted by another set of benarasi expletives, “Salaay, I woke up at 5:30, aur tum chutiye fone hi nahi utha rahe the. Here at OMR cyclist are already racing. What do now?”
I assured him we will make it by 7:15 to anna university, and resurrected my dying heart with ‘all iz well’ stance.
It worked.

7:05
Sid wont u come out?
“It’s not coming out, how will I?” he shouted back from loo.
Usual shite wid him. “This mouth wash is pretty strong”, the glisterine was biting.

AD waz ready wid his “Where do u stay” tee, and brown shorts, and his precious sony mp3. He looked 72% as a page3 celebrity, going for cycling marathon

7:15
Sid rushed away on 21gear-disc brakes thing. (we’ll call it 21G now onwards). AD vroomed the Honda engine and jolted towards Ashr home.

“How the heck can some1 do cycling wearing a jeans?”, came another cussing from the virtuoso on Sid.
We picked Ashr in hurry. Meanwhile Ravs precious buy, his 5.5K Adreno had stalled once more, and he was waiting at OMR, maruti showroom.
We rushed at 80kmph, with me getting churned between AD’s plump fat and Ashr plump belly.

7:25
There was red signal ahead.
“Keep going, keep going!” If the thulla catches us, tripling on other states bike, with no license & NOC, he will send us to some LTTE jail”.

AD by now dexterous with the bike, swerved is right across the massive state transport bus, the bus halting with loud screech. We jumped 2 more signals, beating all Annas to reach Anna University.

7:35
Ravs in his traditional red half-pants has parked his now-useless-Adrenaline less-Adreno bike right on side of highway inviting the zooming vehicles to have a munch on it.

Sid is at horizon, driving 21G at fullspeed.

Me clicking pics of random cyclists, after all I am the official blogger to the event.

7:40
We shove in the 21G in an auto, struggle with auto-anna to come to decent 100/-.

8:00
Hurray!.
We are at venue, with 4 BSA cycles, and my lovely green 21G.

“We are gonna kick some ass! Yeah.”, of course dats AD

“Dude, did u check dat chick in minis. She is hot!”
Where? Where?
“At that counter.”
She indeed was sexy with a figure resembling megan’s (nay..not Megan. Take it as a hyperbole). But she had a cute lovely face. And was a pure treat to eyes.
The red manU tee added another 4 degrees to soaring mercury.

“Gosh! Where they get these hot chicks in Chennai, must be importing dem from Bangalore.”

8:20
We are kicking ass on our cycles. The IITM flyover is tough to climb, but it was all soaring wind and gliding on asphalt.
I was feeling a little bit of Armstrong in me.
Ha ha! The narcissist.

R.I.P. Olive Ridley

17:15
9 Jan,2009

I waz lazying around on Thiruvanmiyur beach, Chennai waiting with a mobile camera, for elusive crabs to come out of sand. After waiting for some 20 mins, and then cursing the arachnid for not coming I resumed my stroll down the beach. Wo there was a turtle a big huge one lying on the beach. But it seemed eerily static, and then I saw empty eye sockets, and a swarm of flies hovering I realised it was dead.

Filled with compassion, and wondering this fellow must be aged. What must have lead to his death? Did some poachers killed it? I recalled Olive ridley Turtle is a declared endangered, and found in Orissa & Tamil nadu. Wiki told its the smallest species of turtle, and I thought it was garguantian.

But the green dude was nothing less than beautiful, with a green carapace, and a limbs turned into floaters with large base. These biological creatures are a serious works of art, with all adapted and made for the world they dwell in.
Although I clicked the pic, but there was a heavy heart behind the lens.

Read more at

WWF India

Wiki

Karma & Gaia

1150 Hrs:

“A friend of mine, working in deloitte for 5 months, said man think, before you leap. When do you stuck to advice, coz’ advises have that 90% flavour of personal exp & prejudice, so it will not apply to some one else.”, manu sat pondering in his bay.

He used to take a certain pride that this company was his second MNC, and he had tasted telecom & IT sector. But even this sense of been-dere-done-that didn’t mollified him. He was in his usual trance state, and was unaware what was going around. He closed his eyes, and saw darkness looming over his soul. May be that chick in last night sitcom, was true about the ‘gaia’ theory. There exists a harmony between soul & nature, and everything happens according to that universal harmony. He scratched his temple, wasn’t Aghora-3, law of karma, alluded to same principle, a universal law of harmony, which equilibriates itself. And then these preachers of pantheisms?

Now he was seriously confused, co relating gaia, law of karma & pantheism. Why should you know so much, to rake your small brain….gosh!

He suddenly realized it was out in the bay, and air conditioning was not working. Or was it because he skipped bath in morning, courtesy feverish skin.

1220 Hrs:

Having read about auto expo, in daily newspaper, he wondered how people would have started their life in Indus Valley. Was there any newspaper or auto expo.

Manu looked around, and saw his team mates getting churned in this project. “May be I am getting repetitive”.

What if internet went bust?, he mused upon Tiwari’s thoughts.

A dawn when people wont be socially networking, there will be no emails and outlooks. Tim Berners Lee must have been anti-gaia theorist, and so are Zuckerberg, Craig Evans, Jobs, gates. They are the perpetrators of web & its related evils. Now there exists a group of people, one who are pro-web and other anti web. Latter come up, from time to time, movies like matrix, final fantasy or avatar. And the other group is all powerful and rich. And wat about the rest 98%, they are just on for a ride, isnt it?

It will be a total chaos, its like the world is floating on a giant balloon of internet. And just imagine you are soaring high, and enjoying the view, have a mansion floating, and den BOOM! U hear the balloon go burst, And you are plunging, precipitating back to earth. (both figuratively & archaically)

Mankind will show symptoms similar to PTSD(post traumatic stress disorder), avoidance of reality, a generic vexation on everything- Omninvexed state. Rationalisation, and finally living with it.

“Is it my prescience or utter nescience?”.

1249

He was losing his trance, and slowly crawling back to this existential world. He could now more correlate with the beings around. May be if you converse with a human, you will start feeling human again. Manu took a deep breath, gaia? It’s a good concept. But is this a strong gaia or weak.

Off late he hath surrounded himself with wordly objects, a exclusive watch and a touch phone. Yet sometimes he loathed all his possessions( although a meager amount), and longed to spent days getting wasted in sun on a beach, or lazying around on a himalyan peak. Or a shack in jungle at night (minus the mosquitoes.), or reveling at warmth of cold coconut water near an oasis.

He loved the unevenness of sea waves, and how they personified chaos thory with their movements. (Now he understood why animating wate & waves is considered the toughest in CGI. But they,valve interactive did a neat job in half-life 2.)

karma…God knows?

Sometimes I think this ‘fuck’ generation of ours, just puts f***/f-ing/ …Blame it on western pop songs(though pop era expired long time ago).

 And as I am writing this, a thought says even though such intricacies of working of higher power, the soul, the Karma has been in our culture then why we praise firangs, Scott Adams. Am not trying to demur Adams, its a awesome book, and nor are your post-read-review-thoughts, yet… Waz going through a website on Gita, and yet how many of ours “f-gen” have ever read Gita, we kind of ostracize (may b only mentally), one who does, Gosh! he is not a dude…

All written & mused. (/all said and done)

I always thought the creator of Dilbert, must be having a knack, for its hard to be so subtle & humorous, yet hitting the bulls’ eye, in 3 frame comic strip. (and so is RKL with his strip ion common man) I loved the part which was having science, g-force, nucleus, string theory. We all know about these, but yet again we fail to question any of these, a set of set beliefs, we lack ‘Jigyassa’

 Hey may be after a decade they will discover that there is a S-force (soul force), which binds all micro-sub-atomic particles. And being human we (may be me) always perceive soul as a scintilating, semi transparent human form, call it human limitation, it might be a force, or just a knowledge, as Buddha/Mahavira had. It’s just we are happy enough, to make soul/god to have a human form, its more easy to our brain. Worshipping/imagining ‘Nirankara’ is tough for mango ppl like us. Its definitely >1 read-book, although I have never repeated a novel, will b repeating dis.

Coming to our eternal ambition, iimA is definitely a class apart(oh dese cliches!), waz going thru a blog post, might interest u, Seeing pics of ppl in dem, I wonder they must hav came from some diff planet(Oh dese cliches!), rather they must b having a new undiscovered subatomic particle in grey matter, how it would feel to be among the top brains of India (provided u agree cat as a brain test).Will decide when I’ll jam at LKP

 But after 20-25 years all this will be trifle, or it might even be deciding factor.

God knows? (now thats a true cliched cliche and may be I have a cliche for cliche)

Gloria

The opening lines of the opening verse of the opening song of October crystallize the central dillema with which the band, and especially Bono,  were force to grapple throughout the album.

” I try to sing,

I try to stand but I can’t find my feet.

I try , I try to speak up.

But only in you I am complete”.

The song reflects a desperate desire to find a voice, a language, a way of expressing at once the faith- the certaininty- that was at the heart of band.

From listening to Paul McGuiness’ gregoraian chant album , the idea emerged to doing chorus in latin. In the context of prevailing nihilism of punk, this was an extraordinary audacious gesture. Bono asked Gary Jermyn – a friend who has gone to study in Trinity College, Dublin- to do the initial translation.

“You could hear the desperation and confusion in some of the lyrics“,’Gloria’ is  a lyric about not being able to express what’s going on, not being able to put it down, not knowing where we are.”, Edge

Over/Under-whelmings

Over whelmed by underwhelmings.

Or moving in circles,

The too-many world of quantum physics.

The lost horizons,

The new shores,

The pure or purile thoughts.

The pinings, the longings

The dreams the desires.

The strengths & weakness.

A wish to fly….A wish to run

A wish to shine….A wish to rise.

Running in circles, flying with birds,

Shining with stars, rising with sun.

The life is beautiful.

It’s a fleeting glimpse,

Catch before that fades away.

The action-packed thrillers

The oh-so-romantic romance

The ad infinitum secrets

Is this thrill, or horror or suspense…

Rumblings & musings

Ardent thoughts!    Ardent passions!

Ardent dreams!     Ardent desires!

They burn in me….They fuel me.

/\ru

Aug 10, CDC

Transcendental Binary musings of a flaneur

Caffine fumes on my face,

Fighting the insomniac in me.

Sun burns high and dry,

Asphalt hard and ashen.

Half-formed thoughts in mind,

A pen rambles on a white sheet,

Noises come in symphony

Colours green and yellow.

Late night junkyard shifts,

Cool night breeze washes my face,

The moon high and a dark night,

Bed seems cozy and water purifying.

Thoughts come in binary,

Pixels in high resolution,

Keypad tapping and mouse tracking,

Limitless limits set for cracking.

A friend murmuring for satisfaction,

A search issues in own self,

Soft and hard are the locks,

It’s hard to be soft.

Composed 23 March, HDC Cafeteria.

New Dawn

A dreamy eyed affair
A misty eyed presence….
Searching…assuming….
Towns to travel….
Roads to trudge…
Acts to act upon…

The sun sets upon me….and yet it will shine as it never shone…
The clouds will dissolve …
Waiting for a eternal spring…
They say night gets darkest before dawn…
will it get more dark
or darkness is subsiding

Ray of hope is around the corner…
It’s at the end of my tunnel…
The road is torn
the shackles are strong
the memories burnt deep

Come unto the shining rays
And a new dawn will shine

Composed around March 20.

Calvin the Great…..Hobbes the almighty!!

catch the fun at

http://www.brijj.com/group/manishi-s-group–presentation–Calvin-N-Hobbes-Class-Picture?eid=269950

Pixar motley creations…..

ONE MAN BAND

With one coin to make a wish at the piazza fountain, a peasant girl encounters two competing street performers who’d prefer the coin find its way into their tip jars. The little girl, Tippy, is caught in the middle of musical duel that ensues.

Written and directed by Andrew Jimenez and Mark Andrews

Produced by Osnat Shurer, head of Pixar’s Shorts group

 

 

LIFTED

When an overconfident teen alien gets behind the controls of a spaceship he must attempt to abduct a slumbering farmer under the watchful eye of a critical instructor. But abducting humans require precision and gentle touch, and within a few missteps it’s painfully clear why more humans don’t go missing every year.

 

 

GERI’S GAME

An aging codger named Geri plays a daylong game of chess in the park against himself. Somehow he begins losing to his livlier opponent. But just when the game’s nearly over Geri manages to turn the table.