yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

2009-11-07T18:33:00.000-08:00

The thought of our old Xanga sites brought me here. I miss blogging. Actually, I miss the friends and blogging combination. Do we no longer have time for these things? Or are we just too old for this now? Here's to the old times, the years of friendship.

Some Random Memories

2009-06-26T09:01:00.000-07:00

This is Billu, the kitten I had in the hostel. I miss him a lot. I recently found out that he's been missing for over two weeks.

I miss him...

Last memories of college, the one place I hated at the start, but miss so much now that it's gone. We never do realize how important things are to us until they're gone.

Captain's log

2009-06-23T13:30:00.000-07:00

Energize!

Anyway, I deleted the other blog and decided to leave one bit of it here. It doesn't quite make sense to me now. But, oh well..

Sunday, February 25, 2007

poetry in motion

Shifting glances, weary stances
Murderous charm, forbidding calm
Changing gears, wipe away those tears
One final look, let go of the hook
Crush all fear, the end is near

Sunset

2009-03-01T08:22:00.000-08:00

We went to the bridge the other day, and when leaving took this picture. I really love this one.

Indifference

2008-10-25T09:00:00.000-07:00

I was watching South Park the other day, the episode in which Stan, Kyle, and Cartman are trying to build a ladder to heaven to get some ticket from their friend Kenny who actually died, for they wanted to get some candy. Everyone thought they really missed their friend Kenny because of which they were making the effort to meet him again or bring him back. But in reality, it was no big deal at all, it was like, just get the ticket because we want candy.

I admire that indifference.

I have friends, both my best friends here in college, who are completely indifferent to everything and everyone. I really wish I could be like them. It would really make my life easier if I were like them, at least nothing would affect me.

Lately I wanted to talk to one of those friends about the distance increasing between us as compared to before, and he just said I'm getting crazy ideas again and I'm bored and have nothing better to do so I'm coming up with crap to bug him. The indifference hurt, but I really admire that. I wish I could be that way...apathetic, indifferent...call it what you want.

My other best friend says to me that she would help a dying person only because she has nothing better to do and it won't hurt her to help. Otherwise even if she can't help that person, she wouldn't give a damn. Ignorance is truly bliss... :)

Seriously fellow readers and blog writers, you can learn a lot from South Park, so if you haven't started watching it already...please do!!

2008-10-12T01:45:00.000-07:00

To the-other-contributors-to-this-blog-that-now-seems-to-be-dead,

First and Foremost, I would like to thank you for the interest you will (veiled threat) be showing in this blog in the days to come.

This blog, as you may know, was created more than a year ago. This was done in the hope that the three bloggers involved could keep in touch and irk other readers with their internal jokes. While it may be true that this blog has run out of steam of late, it can be reversed. While I do blame you , I must accept some responsibility. And so I do.

All that said, I look forward to your next posts(s).

Thanking you,

Flutterby
Blogger@Blogger

Exam Time Post

2008-05-03T09:12:00.000-07:00

With finals up ahead, all the distractions in life have to come into the picture now itself. So I thought to myself, why not put up another one of those exam time posts? So here I am, blogging when I have my finals starting day after tomorrow, and well why not? I'm bored, and exams are coming up, and that's life...

Well that's all folks :D

Rewind

2008-04-18T08:25:00.000-07:00

It takes just a little bit; and I’m undone again.

Thistle

2008-03-01T07:56:00.000-08:00

The boughs are broken, and thistle love.
Tangled up in a cloud above,
Of clovers and daffodils, run away,
My heart longs for another day,
Of forgotten dreams, enchanted beams.

It's not today that I throw away
But a life of fulfillment that comes my way.
I long not for shimmering springs,
Nor of little blue songbirds that dance and sing,
All I wish is to live today and die every broken dream.

Discarded will, that brings in doubt,
Creeping into the cracks of stone-cold shouts.
I put my life into the hands of a stranger,
As I came to the fork, I felt no danger,
Though I took the wrong path and walked into a trap.

Crimson leaves, dance under the waning sun,
As the breath of the willows leave the world undone.
It's snowing in spring, and birds sing in the winter,
As I walk by the riverside, I feel a large splinter,
And I'm drowning, I'm dying, I can't take it anymore.

Then all I hear is silence, and the wind begins to blow,
I hear the voice of crimson, as if it's just beginning to glow.
And I know not why I'm crying, nor of what I am so scared
It is a new beginning, but I'm no longer even there,
For I have left to die my dreams, and live my broken life.

With a crimson whisper lingering, everywhere I shall reside.
With my love by my side, with my love by my side.

By: Paranoid.Android

Productivity

2008-02-24T07:52:00.000-08:00

It's always an amazing feeling waking up one morning and doing something useful. I don't exactly mean only studying, but doing something productive rather than wasting away the day sleeping or gossiping (not that I gossip, in fact I don't like gossiping much unless I'm gossiping with the right kind of people). I have to start preparing for MBA (though more important than that right now would be to prepare for placements), so under Ahmer's guidance, I picked up the softathalon (a computer event in our technical fest) aptitude paper and solved it today just to see where I stand. I could only do a little over 50% of the paper (which is pretty bad), and definitely not within the time limit, yet it made me feel happy that I did something and that I'm finally getting started on working for my goals. Not only that, from the past few days I have regularly been building my vocabulary, so I did two sessions of Word Power Made Easy rather than one today. I mostly wasted away the day for the last four days (except for the day Ahmer and I took part in Motley, finally won first place!), so compared to those days I was comparatively cheerful today. That feeling of accomplishment and productivity really made my day, and I know that if I were to work like this on a regular basis then I'd be able to learn a lot. It's a good feeling.

Of course it's still easier being lazy, wasting the day away, procrastinating until procrastination can't be done anymore, and then blaming everything but myself for screwing things up, so I guess this isn't a commitment I made. Though of course I shall try harder to do useful things on a regular basis. for it's fun, if not anything else.

Nostalgia

2008-02-03T22:39:00.000-08:00

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,

How does your garden grow?

With silver bells, and cockle shells,

And pretty maids all in a row.

Mistress Mary, quite contrary,

How does your garden grow?

With silver bells, and cockle shells,

And marigolds all in a row.

Have a look.

Symmetry

2008-02-03T22:14:00.000-08:00

This is what happens when my computer refuses to connect to the internet...

1.

It’s a dance to defeat, it never ends.
You end up hurt and I make amends.
I step up, but you turn away.
You look up, but I walk away.
I stand up, but you’re already gone.
You give me your hand, but I’ve moved on.
I stay till the end, but you don’t come.
You catch me at ten, but I’m almost done.
I wait till noon, but we never meet.
You say you’re sorry, and we’re now in repeat.

2.

Is it that time again?
When I walk away, and you run by.
When I want to leave, and you want to try.
When I scream out, and you turn shy.
When I turn to go, and the tears run dry.

By: Flutterby

Lost in Translation

2008-01-29T23:22:00.000-08:00

After the critically acclaimed shoe-saga, verbingweirdslanguage brings to you a spine-tingling, bone-chilling, rib-tickling dramatic tragedy called 'Lost, will I be found?'

Set in the early 21st century, in the quaint city of Chennai, the story brings forth vividly the travails and simple joys of city life. It revolves around a particular incident of the protagonist losing her cellular phone en route from one venue to another on day three of Saarang and ensuing events - something everyone can identify with. Based on a true story, it speaks of immense courage and hope, with the importance of optimism shining through.

Pick up your copy today!

Spongebob Squarepants!!

2007-12-24T08:05:00.000-08:00

Look, it's Spongebob
The sponge named Bob
Eatin' corn on the cob
Tellin the fish to shut their gob
So he can find a real job

Then Spongebob
Ran into a mob
Who were out to wipe out another mob
So he began to sob
'Cause the mob was also out to rob

Then Spongebob
Got away from the mob
But he ran into Rob
Who began to sob
'Cause he saw Spongebob

And then Rob said, "You see Spongebob...
I began to sob
Because I'm not really Rob
But his brother Zob!"
And so one more mystery was solved

Written by Flutterby and I, back in 12th grade in another one of those math classes, I believe, correct me if I'm wrong. What a brilliant piece of poetry...:D

Around the city again

2007-12-24T02:46:00.001-08:00

What were we thinking?

2007-12-23T14:59:00.000-08:00

Speaking of poetry, remember this one from 9th?
Have a good laugh :)

Love In Geometry

My heart is an empty plane,
Like a line please pass through it.
My life is a never-ending line,
Like a bisector please transverse it.

I'm going round and round in circles,
Hoping to be traversed by you.
I keep changing my perimeter,
Just to be noticed by you.

My kite of feelings flies through your skies.
I'm hoping you'll soon catch it.
My volumes of emotions are yet undeciphered.
I'm hoping you'll soon recognize it.

You entered into my vivid life,
As a ray of light through my darkened soul
And I know I can't survive without you
Filling up my heart's painful hole.

Congruent we'll be, forever in eternity.
If words were like sides of a polygon,
What massive million-sided figure they'd make
When I said, "I Love You!"

A blast from the past

2007-12-23T11:53:00.000-08:00

Here is something written by paranoid.android and flutterby way back in 2003, in math class no less. I have managed to unearth it from ancient stuff, posted back in the days of xanga.

iHARK KRAH!

Noah had an ark
Which made the lovely dog bark.
So Noah took the dog to the park
And in the process, the dog caught a lark.
But, unfortunately the lark was stuck in a bark.
Then Noah said, 'Hark, Hark!'
"I think there are death eaters around 'cause I see the dark mark.
I think they're after the secret of the quark."
'Hark, Hark!'

There goes the dark mark in the dark.
There go the death eaters into the dark.
Followed by a dark shark.
The shark wants to eat them, Hark, Hark!
All this reminded Noah of Joan of Arc
Who perished at the hands of a shark
While Noah got lost in the park.
Then Noah went about screaming Hark Hark!
Until he was found by Micheal Jark
Who was eating the Dark Mark
Now that he knew the secret of the secret quark.
And that my friends is the story of Noah's ark,
the quark and the dark mark

What were we thinking?

edit: It was written on the 13th of September in 2003. I can even now feel how boring those math classes were!

Buckle shoes, bow shoes, pretty pointy-toe shoes...

2007-12-23T10:27:00.000-08:00

As part of my vacation saga, I present a shoe-y story. While others may have bad hair days, or bad something else weeks, I apparently have "bad shoe months" (so christened by paranoid.android.) So, this is what a bad shoe month is - you ruin four pairs of perfectly good shoes, for no fault of your own! How does one ruin FOUR pairs of shoes? How can that happen?!

Here is how -
Day 1: Land in Hyderabad. First pair of shoes inexplicably snap.

Next few days are good on the shoe front.

Day 8: Second pair of shoes are ruined, and how! I found a piece of a hacksaw blade through one of them while walking home.

Another couple of good days, until... a double attack!
Day 22: My beloved floaters are ruined. While on the footpath in begumpet, one just broke!

Day 23: And this time, it could possibly, probably, perhaps, maybe be partially my fault. I insisted on standing on this tiny patch of rock in a pond and slipped and my poor poor leather jutis got all wet.

sigh

That Time of the Year

2007-12-21T06:05:00.001-08:00

It's that time of the year, well almost, when parts of the world go crazy over shopping and picking out an ideal party to attend. Christmas I don't celebrate, for me it's just another day on which I get bored and sleep a lot. Then there's New Year's, on which I'm not partying because I don't have company to party with and I don't have permission either. In fact New Year's is overrated, nothing good ever comes of it, I'm generally depressed or thinking too much about all that went wrong (trust me lots go wrong every year). Then to top it all up, twenty-three days after New Year's comes my birthday, the one day in my life on which I wish I could stop existing, something almost always goes wrong on my birthday (last year was an exception).

On a brighter note, I'm at home and I'm having fun and getting bored at the same time. Met up with friends recently and had so much fun! I had pizza and garlic bread for dinner yesterday, heaven on a triangular piece of dough...

Life doesn't always kick you in the ass, sometimes it misses.

A View from the Top

2007-12-21T05:43:00.001-08:00

Well, this is a view from Charminar. Just look how many autos there are!

Traffic Woes

2007-12-21T05:38:00.000-08:00

Traffic in this city has become insane! Everywhere, and especially begumpet. I was stuck in begumpet for 50 minutes the other day, and that after traveling 12 kilometres from home in a record 25 minutes. How can that tiny stretch accommodate any more traffic? If people just keep buying cars and if theres just that one road that gets you to most places, its a wonder anyone drives anymore. Airlifts anyone?

For a change, I was glad it wasn't me driving. It was a fun day apart from that though, good company and some fabulous food.

Around the City

2007-12-18T05:46:00.000-08:00

After living in this city all my life, I wonder why I don't explore more often.

Woodchuck Chronicles

2007-11-28T19:31:00.000-08:00

"How much wood would a Woodchuck chuck if a Woodchuck could chuck wood?"

After being ridiculed in such a degrading manner, the Woodchucks put together a committee to take down all the likes of those who refuse to worship them. It all started off when the Woodchucks realized that they were the only animals who weren't worshiped, and to protest against the unfairness of the world, they asked the Animal Rights Foundation (ARF) to fund bazookas so that they could kill off their predators. Little did the ARF know that not only would these bazookas be used for killing off predators, but also for forcing the human race to worship these little critters. The Woodchucks have decided that the only to bring salvation to their species is to take over the world. So humans, now who's the hunted?

The First Commandment: "Thou shalt be good else the wrath of the Woodchucks shall fall upon thee..."

Oh Woodchuck Gods, I pray thee bestow thy love and forgiveness upon us...and allow us to destroy those who deny thy existence.

Oh Woodchuck Gods, look upon us with kindness and place us not on the wrong, but the right side of thy bazookas, and allow us to assist thee in thy quest to take over the world.

Achuck

Monkey Kick Off

2007-11-24T02:22:00.000-08:00

paranoid.android - 5465
flutterby - 4023

ok, we've got to stop now!

A Thought

2007-11-14T06:05:00.000-08:00

As I try to write a short story for creative writing class, I can't help but remember a tiny village I visited in the summer - Gangapur. It was an enchanting little village, with its primary claim to fame being a 1000 year old Chennakesava temple. It was this temple that took my team there, but the drive through brought out some things quite striking. The village seems cut off from the outside world in spite of a semi-famous temple and being just five kilometers from a town. Just five kilometers make all the difference... from concrete to huts made of mud and chilies drying on the ground, from children waving at a foreign 'car' to a temple at the centre of the village, the calm at all times, and the little things that make people smile. Its all surreal.

Lost In Allahabad

2007-11-08T04:56:00.000-08:00

Ah, I absolutely love blogging, even if I have nothing to talk about as such. I'm not having classes right now because our teachers have left us off due to Diwali. I did something really smart today (note the sarcasm), I got lost.

I happily went out alone as I was getting bored and I didn't want to eat today's mess food, and since I had no company, I went alone. On the way back, the rickshaw guy suddenly stopped and started asking me for double the amount he had first stated. This kind of pissed me off, so I got off the rickshaw and decided to find another one, execpt I started walking in the wrong direction thinking all roads have to meet some place or the other.

I then ran into another rickshaw, and settled the money with him, and was on my way. I had no idea that he didn't know how to take me to the hostel, and he himself didn't speak up about that. We came to a fork in the road, and I told him where to go, but he said he'll go the other way, and like an idiot, I agreed, thinking again that all roads have to meet somewhere. After about five minutes, I thought I had been on that road before, so I didn't say anything about how I think he's going the wrong way.

After some more time, I realized that I hadn't been on that road after all and I told him to ask for directions, but he kept putting it off, until finally he himself realized that I really didn't know how to get to my destination. Even then, he didn't ask properly, and I still felt hopelessly lost. Finally with great difficulty I pinpointed my exact location (luckily I have a good memory, I've been to this medical store only once before a long time ago, and I recognized it) and was on my way back to the hostel. Luckily the guy was decent enough not to ask me for extra money.

Boy was it an experience or what! Luckily it wasn't already dark, else I would've been in a lot of trouble. I saw parts of Allahabad that I never intended to see, and I actually enjoyed it upto a certain extent, though I would still prefer not getting lost. I think I'm better off not traveling alone in the future. I should really stop trying to be so smart.

State of Mind

2007-11-08T02:21:00.000-08:00

When you walk down that road, and through that old house.

When you see that great tree, and the old, low branch.

When you walk out to it, to swing like old times.

When you walk right through it and fall to the ground.

When you get up and smile, and see there’s no tree.

When you retrace your steps, and find a great crowd.

When you turn around and whisper to me.

When I don’t exist and you never frown.

You know you’re insane, but maybe you’re wrong.

By: Flutterby

Begin again...

2007-11-08T01:47:00.000-08:00

Its nearing the end of another another semester, another year and what better way to celebrate it than another blog!

So, I'm an indecisive person. You should know that. I just can't decide on what to put in this post. And, I end up with nothing.