Friday, December 18, 2009

Vicky and Cristina in Barcelona

by god, kya movie hai yaar! and here I thought Woody Allen had lost that charm of his :X Just watch this movie. It's really good in a different way.

Plus points of the movie
a. Scarlett Johannson, Penelope Cruz.
b. Shot in Spain giving it an exotic, european kinda look.

Juan has a lot of talent and he knows he has it. The way he totally changes when talking to Cristina and then to Vicky is something I should maybe learn someday. But deep within, both were falling for him for the same precise reason.The narration kind of reminded me of "Annie Hall" and "When Harry met Sally" Great movie, nice timepass of two hours, which you won't regret.

But what stuck me most was the girl-girl love making thing. It's as if people in US are doing all they can to bring this phenomenon out of closet (not that I'm complaining!) If you've seen FRIENDS season 1, you might remember what chandler's mom says when she hears about Ross's wife (that she was a lesbo) One thing that is for sure is that It's almost every guy's fantasy but what about gals? Do they think about it too. I mean gal with gal. Look at Katy Perry's video, the lyrics of the song are meaningless but they do send some signals. I guess it has to do with gals coming from Venus and being totally different from guys. That's why I say I'm a totally worried person whenever some news comes that stem cell research is achieving new breakthroughs.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

mid day timepass

so I went to NBH mess sometime near two in the afternoon for my lunch. I filled my plate with stuff and sat on one table. I was relishing the taste of cauliflower that I saw this girl. Black top. Straight hair and sunglasses adjusted above her forehead. I never saw her here in the campus before and I'm telling you she's not from IIIT-H. So I was like ogling at her all the while. She completed her lunch and went to wash her plates. Just then some friend of mine came by and said hi... I said hi. We exchanged some pleasantries and then he went away.

That's when she came out, she was waiting near the place where plates are stacked(not inside but outside where they usually keep milk and tea) and while she was waiting, she caught me looking at her. Damn it! I tried to look away but it was too late. She saw me! A moment later I tried to again look at her and she caught me again! fuck! what happened to my technique? Where did I lose it!! Anyways, I decided to keep ogling at her and did so. She must have like taken pity on me and may have allowed me to stare at her. Dude! I wasn't staring at her just for the heck of it. I was staring at her to give enough material for this post here :D So I was like telling myself that this is so totally my type of gal - tall, wearing dark ash colored jeans, sunglasses and all. That's when I saw her sandals. They were like an inch and a half high heels. It's rare to find chicks in campus wearing such high heels. So, she was like waiting for someone... maybe her brother (why spoil my day by thinking it was her boyfriend??) and started walking towards the door. I knew she was giving me this cold look. So what did I do? I... well I... did the best thing possible. I put my tongue as if making a :P expression!! :P

I felt bad that this saga came to end here. But I knew it couldn't have. It can't. So I looked outside and there she was walking slowly (with her brother :P)on that road towards the library. In a flash I got up, dumped all the stuff in my plate, washed my plate so fast... Man I think I may have even beaten sharat in this :P and came out. By this time, she had pretty much come close to that barricade but I didn't lose hope. My strides were huge and covered distance pretty fast. I had almost crossed 3/4th of the football ground that I saw her entering the library block. Like that sprinter who puts his everything in the last few meters, I too put everything and made even larger strides. She was gone. I checked the library, checked CDE and also prof. B I's office :D No sir! she wasn't anywhere to be seen...

I was feeling hungry all over again. But then I didn't go to coffee shop. I instead opened my blog and here I'm writing all this as a post.


Thursday, September 17, 2009

big ass and other irrelevant stuff

People often say I'm thin, but trust me I'm not. The other day, I was looking at myself and got a feeling that I'm getting a bulge. Yea.. you are right, the perennial problem of secondary growth, which is also called growing horizontally. I gave a goodbye kiss to vertical growth a few years back but that doesn't mean I'll let this h. growth stay here. NO! I shall not. So coming back to the topic - So I was looking at myself and realized that all the chocolates have started affecting me. My ass has started bulging! Gawd!!! If I don't stop it, I'll become a male version of Kim Kardashian... DUDE!! I can't even picture it. GROSS!!!

Two weeks ago, I used to spend atleast 25 rupees daily on chocolates. There was a time when I ate 6 Munch(es) - those chocolate wafer sorta thing in one hour. That is huge you know. It's not like I'm boasting of some record. It's bad. REAL BAD. Everyone has to pay a price for the stuff he/she does and my big ass is just a testament of that fact. I could've easily fallen prey to chocolate and made my life a sad story of chocolate addiction - the kind of life that could be documented and shown to children to stop chocolate addiction.

But that was two weeks ago and I've cut down on a lot of stuff. I'm eating healthy you know. There was a severe withdrawal problem as far as chocolates are concerned. Slowly reducing it, I've totally cut down on chocolates. Today I can proudly say that it will be the third day since I have not eaten any chocolate. I don't feel anything happening either. I ofcourse have the OBH shopkeeper offering me kit kat, perk and munch but now I moved onto a higher plane by refusing to fall for the greed. You may ask how? Well it's simple. I collected all these gross images of malnourished African children dying of hunger and all. I now have them in my mind and picture them everytime I seem to fall for chocolates. Believe me, it works! It's a sad, stupid, maybe hideous way of controlling stuff, but then that is what things have come to.

leaving on a good note, I should also tell how happy I'm on seeing my blog again on blogroll. The past few months which have seen my blog posts always without comments were bad as far as my blogging career is concerned. Hopefully things will now change.


Sunday, September 6, 2009

Ever since the new people arrived, I have been having hots for a particular girl from pg. Two days ago, I was washing my plate alongside her that I saw how she wasted so much of water. She kept scrubbing the plate for a long time, chit-chatting with a friend beside her and all this time the tap was open and so much water went waste. Man! I felt terrible. With every passing moment, I felt she would NOW realize it and close the tap... BUT NO! and I didn't do it either. Felt it would be too rude. At the risk of sounding judgmental and all, I have to say that I have begun to see her in poor light.

Among other things, I'm stuck in my work. There is "no dawn as far as my research is concerned" would not be an exaggeration. Plus everyone these days seems to do KLPD. Why does it always appear to me as if everyone around is conspiring to fuck all my plans? why? WHY? WHY? WHY???????????

>blink< >blink<

Whoever said that you feel much lighter after venting out your frustration in a blog is one A-rate ch***ya. His ideas are nothing more than a piece of whore shit. "coz I still feel the same. No change here at all :(

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Every time I walk down the faculty quarters road, I look at all that wasted land and imagine what it would have been if we would have grown weed there. Cannabis to be more precise. Those dried twigs in the sun - they would have given the air there something different. One could have just gone there and stay there, taking deep breaths and get high... or maybe (mel)low as people call the feeling.

Sometimes I get a doubt. What the hell is argon doing there, up so high in the percentage wise terms? Isn't it shitty that we have to put up with a gas like argon which is seemingly so useless and all. I propose that we change it forever. Let's instead have the smell of weed in the air instead of Argon. That way, we can all enjoy some quality high. How? Take deep breaths. If we take 10 mL of air in very breath, we would have 0.075 mL of weed in our body => take 100 such deep breaths and we will have enough of it in our bodies to get high. so what say? i'm not talking trash rite??

lemme know if someone's interested. We'll think about it. for now... ciao

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Charity or Lack of Clarity

A few days back I met this random guy near station who came to me asking if I knew where Arya Samaj Mandir is. I didn't and said the same. And then suddenly he starts telling me his story of how he got robbed somewhere in the train and that all his stuff including his money is gone. Now I know we ger loads of people coming with this sort of crap every now and then. I mean, specially u get these guys who say they are from sholapur, kolhapur, pandharpur, etc. and ask you for money. But this guy was slightly different. He said that he was from mumbai and going to Mahbubnagar to visit his daughter and asked me to buy a ticket to Mahbubnagar.

Now a ticket to Mahbubnagar costs 18 bucks... yea, I know cheaper than lunch or dinner in any of the messes here. So I decided to do this one grand favour and buy him a ticket. To make sure I wasn't getting cheated or something, I stood with him in the line to get the ticket. The guy was quite good in English and started talking to about the terrorist attacks in Mumbai. From there we somehow went to the topic of Indira Gandhi's assasination and he told me about this dude - Jarnail Singh Bindra. By this time, we were done taking the ticket and now we settled near a ledge and started talking about Pervez Musharraf. It was some 10 min. later that I realized I had a bus to catch and put an end to the conversation.

* * * *

It happened over an year ago. I was walking in this gully in Banjara Hills that this guy in a typical maulvi dress comes to me and said that a portion of the roof in the courtyard of the mosque had collapsed and that many children are now not able to sleep. He went on to ask for some money to build it. He showed a paper where he had also written how much others have donated. Next thing I knew I was giving me 30 rupees. Thank god I didn't have more khulla money or else I'd have given that as well.

* * * *

I don't know if I got duped. Don't know where my money ended. Whether it was really for the ticket or for the mosque, I don't know. But atleast I got satisfaction and ofcourse a reason for not shelling out money for those kids near traffic signals, esspecially after watching Slumdog Millionaire, :D

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Presidents and PMs exchanging pleasantries

Today while reading the newspaper, I saw a pic of the Obama and medvedev sitting in a hall talking while all the press guys were taking photos. Ofcourse the press would have been asked to fuck off while these guys discussed matters of grave importance which would affect you, me and everyone in the world(all the pun intended as it's the two biggest nuclear countries we are talking about here.) They were incidentally enjoying a blame game, blaming each other for all the problems in the world today. As suspected, nothing much came out of the meeting.

But that is not why I'm writing all this stuff here. Everytime I see this pic of two world leaders sitting and talking, I feel kinda strange and start wondering what they might be talking about? Take the example of Obama and Medvedev. Medvedev doesn't know english and (obviously) Obama doesn't know russian, but still were seen yapping with each other to glory. What exactly were they talking? Or were they just posing? Why did they push the interpreters away? Why? What? and how? :(


But this is not the only problem that is haunting my head right now. I generally have loads of things going on in my head at any point of time and the thing that is bothering me the most is the way in which it is raining here in Hyderabad. It starts drizzling at around late evening and continues will into the midnight. This sort of drizzle bordering on dry and wet kills me 'coz a. I bought an umbrella and have not been able to do paisa-wasool till now and b. the plants kept in my house are drying and dying for getting water.

So god, please show some mercy and don't bring this carnival of dust and drought on us. Show us some water around, some puddles and some showers. Amen


Saturday, June 27, 2009

Revisiting Roald Dahl

So when gilly a.k.a vinay asked me to issue two books for him, I went straight to the section where Roald Dahl's books were kept and picked up "Collected Short Stories of Roald Dahl." First of all, they are, well, short stories and add to it a brialliant combination of unpredictability, an old world charm and a decent speed and we have that nice recipe which is missing these days and so while the book is still lying in my room, I am re-reading some of the stories I like the best. Some of which are -

  • The Hitchhiker
  • The Landlady
  • Bitch
  • Lamb to the Slaughter
  • The Umbrella Man
  • The Butler
  • The Bookseller
  • The Visitor

Come to think of it, there is something about short stories which makes it a better option than the occasional huge novels (specially the ones like Fountainhead which ran 700+ pages and had such a small font.) Some blame it on my small attention span, but my strong feeling is that there's my father's influence at play here. He himself is a (very huge) fan of short stories and if one ever asked him the authors he liked the most, he'll always give the names best known for their short stories like Anton Checkov, O. Henry, Sommerset Maugham, Guy De Maupassant, Roald Dahl and Saki. Though I haven't read much of his stuff, I hope to complete all one day.


Friday, June 12, 2009

Tagged - F.A.Q

Haven't been blogging for a while. Blame it on twitter or on sheer laziness, either way I wanted to get outta this loop. Maybe this will hopefully serve as a motivation to write more often. So here go the questions as I lifted them from Karan's post

1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?
damn! why did i waste so much money on a stupid haircut

2. How much cash do you have in your wallet right now?
150 bucks

3. What’s a word that rhymes with DOOR?

4. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?

5. What is your favorite ring tone on your phone?
Love me or Hate me by Lady Sovereign

6. What are you wearing right now?
tee and jeans

7. Do you label yourself?
i used to. But not now :)

8. Name the brand of the shoes you’re currently own?
i have nike floaters rite now. nothing else

9. Bright or Dark Room?
dark. fade to black baby!!

10. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you?
Karan: i guess, thoroughly systematic is the first word that comes to my mind

11. What does your watch look like?
I don't wear watches :P

12. What were you doing at midnight last night?
taking some quizes on facebook

13. What did your last text message you received on your cell say?
"Not able to reach you. call me ASAP"

14. What’s a word that you say a lot?

15. Who told you he/she loved you last? (please exclude spouse , family, children)
i have been sorta starving to hear something like that... can't remember the last time someone said something like that :(

16. Last furry thing you touched?
a cat. it's there in OBH. its name is "my pussy" :P :P

17. Favorite age you have been so far?

got to be this one. So much fun, so many realizations...

18. What was the last thing you said to someone?

19. The last song you listened to?
Beautiful: Eminem

20. Where did you live in 1987?
no idea

21. Are you jealous of anyone?
yea, loads of people. I'll go as far as saying that it's not even jealousy, it's plain loathing

22. Is anyone jealous of you?
i'm not sure if there is anyone

23. Name three things that you have on you at all times?
this is something i can't think of. they keep changing

24. What’s your favorite town/city?

25. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper and mailed it?
i had this pen friend during my school days. Wrote a letter to him. More than 8 years back i guess.

26. Can you change the oil on a car?

27. Your first love/big crush: what is the last thing you heard about him/her?
tried searching her on social networking sites, asked friends but looks like she has disappeared off the radar :(

28. Does anything hurt on your body right now?
my back. slept the wrong way... feeling miserable

29. What is your current desktop picture?
the default ubuntu wallpaper

30. Have you been burnt by love?
never been in love to be burnt :D



Monday, May 18, 2009

Avial, Backwaters and Steamers

The milestone read Alappuzha was some 18 odd kilometers and I could already see a canal by the roadside running in parallel with the highway. A glance towards the other side side of the road and I realized that another canal was running in parallel on the other side as well. It was sometime later that I saw that there was another canal too! Every 2 kilometers or so there were these old rusted sort of bridges which connected the roads on either side of the canals.

* * * *

So many times have I imagined myself as Anthony Bourdain, roaming around tasting food in different places. In Kerala too, I stuck to Kerala’s cuisine in search of that one gastronomical delight that would would be worth talking about. That search for the holy grail finally ended in Alappuzha where I had my lunch. Each and every course had something in it. Whether it was Avial with drumsticks or the date+lemon pickle. But the thing that stood out was Cabbage Fry which was simply put was out of this world. My mom knows how much I love cabbage and how much I love the cabbage fry my mom makes but I’ll have to concede that the cabbage fry these guys raked up was simply outstanding, leaving me begging for more! The other major point worth noticing was the rice that these guys used. The rice grains were large, fat and in total contrast to what we usually would want to eat. Though I could eat it, I’d prefer our desi rice any day :)

* * * *

The sun had set and we reached Marari beach(on the outskirts of Alappuzha) in twilight. Though we didn’t get to see the “usual stuff” like golden sands, coconut trees, I definitely got to see water around me, extending further than my eyes could see. Whether it was the joy of jumping in the water or the pain when the salt water went into ones eyes or the the frustration when one was not able to get the sand and salt off his body, everything had its own charm and romance. I was as happy as an ardent pilgrim who reaches Tirupati and gets his head shaven. Gave that example ‘coz I gave my bermuda to the beach in a similar fashion. I left it there after taking bath :D

* * * *

Without doubt the best part of the batch trip ‘09 was Alappuzha. Though most of my friends say that Munnar was the best part of the batch trip, I beg to differ. Alappuzha was love at first sight for me. Never had I thought there was a place in India where more than three quarters of the town would be on the banks of canals. The water was surprisingly clean, with some of my batchmates swimming in it too :D There were boats and steamers in the canals, the boats were shops, homes and well, simple boats. The canals which ran in parallel (with the highway road) for more than 20 km was an absolute thrill to watch. Equally great was the boat ride in the canal itself. A point where a large lagoon acted as the junction for the three canals gave some postcard perfect scenes with the setting sun and a bunch of coconut trees in the background. All in all Alappuzha was a great place which more than made up for the disappointment that was Ooty :)

Monday, April 6, 2009

in which world am I stuck?

It was late evening. As usual I had my dinner early and as planned headed for the terrace of the unfinished building. Being afraid of heights, the climb was scary to say the least. But the effort was well paid for. The breeze had this eerie effect and set a tempo for the rest of the evening. Lying on my back, I was counting the stars that I heard a sound from the other corner of the building. A girl in white sari had also climbed up the building was sitting by the edge. Her hair was left loose and was blowing in the breeze. She had this dreamy, sad expression on her face. The strange part was that I called her by some name (i don't remember) and she got up, came near me and sat by my side.

But the strangest part was that she looked at me and asked why I hated myself. I must say I don't hate myself per se. Everyone has complaints. My complaint register runs miles and miles in length and I admit that if I had a chance I would have done some things better. I can (with much confidence) say that I made many mistakes and that I've spent far too many nights regretting them but I don't hate myself. But the case was different. I heard myself saying wierd things to her. I heard myself saying that I hated myself for not growing up. For being such an open book. People could see through my feelings as if I was nothing but a silly see-through gown. People read my feelings as if I was a damn page out of a bloody Jeffrey Archer novel. I hated myself for not knowing occlumency. I looked in her eyes, my eyes searching for solace but there was none. And then suddenly she said, "You know you can jump from here." I first laughed and then felt angry that how could she even say something like that. But before I could anything she was gone. I felt a slight jerk and awoke with a start.

Soon I realized that it was a dream.
I sat up and looked at the sky. Then I stood up and walked to the edge of the building. My legs were shaking as if any moment they would betray me and I would fall. Taking some half a dozen steps back, I looked forward, took a deep breath. Gathering some momentum I ran forward and jumped out of the building. But before the rubble and dust could come and kiss me I awoke cold and shivering, my temples drenched with sweat. Now this is the part where I should say that I'm happy that the nightmare was behind me. But oddly enough I felt a pang of relief run through my body.


[epilogue] - Walking past the library, I gazed at the building concentrating at the part from where I had jumped and traced the path to the ground. I closed my eyes and imagined something heavy hit the ground. I went to the spot and looked at it carefully that I was reminded of what Morpheus said in The Matrix.

"Have you ever had a dream, Neo, that you were so sure was real. What if you were unable to wake from that dream. How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?"

Saturday, March 28, 2009

The Anakin Connection

Dear d

I was under the impression that I was the mad guy here. A mad guy who had these strange dreams of humiliation. Of anger and hatred. Recurring dreams which I could never explain in words. But now it's complete, atleast to the point that I can put it in words. All thanks to Star Wars - Episode I - The Revenge of the Sith. I now feel everything has fallen into place.

Everytime I think about it, I see myself in Anakin Skywalker's place by the molten lava river. My limbs cut and eyes bloodshot. I hear myself shouting
I HATE YOU with all that is left of me. If only I had my hands and legs intact, I would have taken the lightsaber and slashed you open a thousand times for what you have done to me. That wasn't the end. I thought you were the one would love me unconditionally but you let me lie there wasted. You saw me as a burst of lava caught me and burnt my entire body. My hair was gone, my body was beyond repair. But I somehow survived. I survived to write all this and more. To say this to myself that while every single strand of vein in my body carries dirty blood, I will live to hate you. I never played or will play mind games or guerilla warfare. I will be patiently waiting for the day when we have a face-off.


Sunday, March 8, 2009

Female Pop Stars

Today is Women's Day and while I can't make much difference to the world by preaching or otherwise, I can definitely talk about women who are making great music these days. I listen to all these artists quite a lot and love many songs of theirs. So in no particular order, some of the artists are

1) Rihanna - Totally love her songs. Specially Disturbia. In the song, I like the lyrics the best which make so much sense (in today's world.)

2) Lady GaGa - While I don't really "love" her kind of music, she has been making some nice songs which one can sprinkle around in a playlist to get a difference. Her songs have this disco like feeling and she tends to go gaga over fashion. Anyways Poker Face and Papparazzi are worth a listen.

3) Duffy - First time I heard her sing, found it a bit strange. Her voice is somewhat like those retro singers like Janis Joplin. One must try track is Mercy.

Some other honorary mentions might be Katy Perry, Gabriella Cilmi and Natasha Bedingfield

Also there are these totally cool bands which are either into Indie or Electronica kind of music. They have a female vocalist and are totally awesome to listen to -

1) Asteroid Galaxy Tour - Their song, Around the bend is really good. This incidentally was also used for the iPod ad sometime back. I haven't heard to any other song of theirs though.

2) The Ting Tings - Again into Indie music, these guys have been making some really humorous songs. lists them as one of the most popular bands of 2008. Worthy mentions - Shut up and let me go, Great DJ, That's not my name

3) Goldfrapp - In the electronica scene. Happiness is a must listen.

4) Minipop - All the people having Nokia XpressMusic might know this band as their song, Like I Do is included by default. This song (and others too) have this ethereal sort of music to it. Great to listen to.

5) Carpenters - An old band. Both the artists are now dead. Some great vocals and really soulful music. Must listen tracks - Superstar, Sweet Sweet Smile, Rainy Days and Mondays.


Sunday, February 15, 2009

and then in Sikkim

Long back, during my sixth class, I went to Darjeeling with my brother and my parents. Though the trip was awesome and memorable one, the sad part was that I spent only 4 hours in Gangtok. It has been a long time and now I hardly remember a thing. I was trying to recollect stuff when I started googling and wiki-ing around to check out Gangtok again. Along with Gangtok, I discovered a ton of other places. Instead going to sleep, I spent half the night exploring Sikkim on net. In these few hours I totally fell in love with that place. Someday, I'll get away for some 10-15 days and check out Sikkim and only Sikkim.

Actually I can already picture myself going there. It'll all start with start with taking Satavahana Express early morning and reaching Vijayawada sometime in the afternoon. Eat some lunch and catch Coromandel Express(yea, the same train which got derailed two days back) which goes to Kolkata. I'll catch a bus and either go directly to Gangtok or go to Siliguri and from there go to Kalimpong. Kalimpong is just off Teesta river which is the most scenic river in the north east.

The image was lifted from flickr. Click for more pics on Teesta River

From there I'd head to Gangtok where all the action would begin. Maybe roam around and finally head for Nathula Pass. I'll walk, take pics and do some more stuff...

Maybe I'll also shake hands with Chinese Army guys here ->

Again both are from flickr. Anil Suri's album

From there I'll go to Lake Menmecho and Tsongmo Lake. Maybe go for a yak ride too :D. Later I'd head north

Lake Tsongmo

Once in northern Sikkim, my first stop will be Yamthung Valley from where I'll go further north to reach Gurudongmar Lake which is one of the highest lakes in the world.

Gurudongmar Lake

From Gurudongmar Lake the second half of my journey would begin wherein I set for the western part of Sikkim. Here I'll go to Khecheopalri Lake and from there go here and there and come back to Kalimpong to see the coronation bridge over Teesta river. From there a bus back to Kolkata and from there back to hyderabad :)

Khecheopalri Lake

so how's the iterenary? any more places which I might be missing??


Thursday, February 5, 2009

my take on The Age of Reason

There is this girl (whose name is the last thing I'd want to post on this blog :D) who talks a lot about existentialism. I did a bit of wiki-ing around on existentialism and found some nice things. From what I could understand, Existentialism is nothing but saying that all this philosophy thing is a bucket load of shit and that every man is an individual and philosophy can neither be used to generalize the behaviour of a person or set some arbit framework.

* * *

Around two or three weeks back, I found this book - The Age of Reason written by Jean Paul Sartre who happens to be this author who gave shape to the early theories of existentialism. Now, I consciously stay away from the likes of Marquez, Dostoyevsky, Ayn Rand who, I heard, write in a very abstract sense. Yet I found myself issuing this book. The book didn't disappoint my expectations of what it might be. It was a philosophical treatise disguised in this story set in France in world war 2 era. The book was outright boring. It was about this guy Matheiu who had this totally wierd way of looking at life. He loved two women(Marcelle and Ivich) but wanted to marry neither. He had friends(Boris, Lola, Daniel, Brunet) but wanted to be a loner, etc, etc... The book was so depressing that I left it after reading some 180 pages and gave it back to the library.

* * *

Yesterday when I went to the library and saw the book still lying around. Better senses DIDNOT prevail and I took the book and decided to see how the story ends. Hence started reading from the last 40 pages. Matheiu grew more frustrated, his friends were only more pissed with him, he deserted his mistress(Marcelle) who was pregnant and found out that she married one of his friends(Daniel) who was gay. He stole 4k francs from Lola who thought that the thief was Boris. The book ended by saying that Matheiu is truly free because "he exists in nothing." Wow! what a great way to end things. As if things weren't depressing enough.

Seems like the author wanted to convey the fact that it's ok to be frustrated in life. Frustration in life is a kind of lifestyle and the earlier you accept it, less miserable your life will be.

Moral of the story - Though there are people who are great fans of Existentialism in general and Sartre in particular, I'd want to stay away from it.

PS : does anyone know if there is any Spinoza stuff in library?? :P

Friday, January 30, 2009

Why library gives me so much of "pleasure"

Today evening when I went to the library for my usual dose of book browsing and keeping up with the activity of doing nothing, something new caught my eye. No, it wasn’t a new chick in the library. It was the New Arrivals section. Generally empty or barely filled, it was totally flooded with books. Got a mild shock when I went there. I don’t know who can recommend the books or how does the entire system works but today I became a fan of the system. SUch a big fan that I have decided to do a bit of publicity. So here are a few snaps of what I found the most awesome.

The book which caused it all

Awesome cover description

some more... one for everyone :D

So what are you waiting for? Go and grab the book before someone else issues it :)


Thursday, January 1, 2009


Yesterday I went to Durgam Cheruvu. Never made a plan to go there. Was coming back to insti from Hitech city that I saw this signboard saying that Durgam Cheruvu was just a km from madhapur police station. Realizing that I still had the camera in my bag, I got off the bus and headed to Durgam Cheruvu. The first thing that came to my mind was that whoever named the lake that way still has the lake live to its name. The entrance to the lake from the kavuri hills side is totally obscure. Had to keep asking for directions to get there.

The place was totally awesome and I kept wondering why I never visited this place before. The visit was well timed considering the fact that
a. I had worn my sneakers 'coz there were these huge boulders which seemed pretty ideal for what I can call "boulder climbing"
b. had the camera with me. To get the best snaps, I went on further and further. The entire thing seemed something out of Farcry game where one saw a satellite station on top of some hill and one had to get there. I picked up this particular point and decided to get there. Took me two hours to get there. In these two hours snapped many awesome pics and had a helluva time. Here's wishing adios with some of the pics. I've put all the durgam cheruvu pics on flickr. and yeah... Happy new year too!! :)