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Identity crisis level : This is probably what I sound like in technical interviews.
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Sair kar duniya ki gafil,  Zindagani phir kahan  Zindagani gar rahi to  Naujawani phir kahan.  - Ismail Merthi

All in...

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It's in the worst phases when you realize that life is too short for tentative half measures. You'll end up regretting both ways. If things go well, you wonder how much better they could have gone had you been more decisive, conversely if things go bad, you wish you had the courage to put your foot down in the first place. Screw all that. For once in my life, I'm going to go all in and see where that lands me up at. You see those motivational stickers all through your life, "Make every moment count", "Live the moment" and you know they're right but you just shrug it off with a "Nah, maybe later, when I'm more stable." I wonder if anyone is ever stable. All the wealth in the world, private jets, islands and beautiful women later, you'll still be wishing for the stars. The key is to feel alive more than anything. We're so obsessed with securing our futures and that of our future generation that we miss out on those moments

Steven Wilson and Guthrie Govan. Enough said!

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I am now officially very depressed. Well played guys, well played.

And a little light...

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I think it was the morning of New Year's day or thereabouts when I started heading back from Mainak, homewards. The Kolkata Marathon was scheduled in a few days time, and given the new found enthusiasm that a new year brings, I was suddenly taken over by this incessant urge to give it a shot. However, rationality prevailed in the end (shocking, eh?) and I decided that I was woefully short on preparation. "Next year, for sure." I resolved, and decided to set things in motion by walking the entire distance from Ballygunje Phari to my home in Garia. Stepping out in the pleasant sunlight of that winter morning, it didn't seem too much of a task really. I love walking for one, and I've walked longer distances without breaking into too much of a sweat. That one time when a couple of school friend's were staying over at Anirban's place for the night. Sagnik made us download and watch 'Veer'. It was immense fun, given how utterly awful the movie was. The

A little darkness...

Two sunrises in a row now. High fives all around. I am becoming quite the morning person these days. Winter mornings are fun admittedly. The chilly morning air, the cold mists and the shadows right before sunrise, giving way ever so gradually with the first gleam of the morning sun spreading light and warmth all over. A pleasant cure for weary eyes, and wearier souls. If you're wondering about my sleep cycle then it's best to warn you that many a renowned scientist have found dark corners in the heart of asylums after fretting over it. For now, I make do fine with my prolonged sleeplessness by making it up with prolonged sleepiness. I dunno what the long term consequences are but it seems to work for now. You put all your faith in the medical system, trusting that by the time your bad habits come back to bite you in the ass, medical science would have progressed enough to deal with it. Now, moving onto more important aspects than sunrises and my sleep patterns. The New Year

I love the smell of napalm in the morning...

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Magic is all about deception. The ability to bamboozle you with simple mind tricks, Step 1 - Make it interactive, "Think of a number, any number..." Step 2 - Play the perfect host, ask obvious questions to build up a little suspense, "Are you done? Ready for it?" Step 3 - The grand reveal, "Good. I don't care, live with it." Step 4 - Laugh at the bamboozled audience. *trumpets* "Ta-daa!" Step 5 - Making a quick exit from the stage, maybe put in a neat vanishing act. That is pretty much all it takes. Practice, practice, practice is what makes perfect though. So, wanna see a magic trick? "Think of a number, any number..."

Some perspective please...

*grins* You know that feeling when you sit down to do something meaningful finally and just at that moment get completely overpowered by this insane urge to do something starkly opposite and meaningless and and can only resign yourself to grins and helpless laughter betraying both the amusement and exasperation that you experience as you give in to that urge? Well, once you figure that out, it will explain the big grin there up top. Anyhow, I'm having one of those nights, full of perspectives and innate reflections, analyzing the world around us, as it is, as it has been, and as it ever will be. How important a role does chance play upon our lives, or luck as we call it. Today, I spent the better part of the day lying around in perfect comfort and nothing came of it. When Newton does it, he gets to discover gravity. How unfair is that. I recall the oft repeated sms joke that invariably used to be circulated the eve before the physics exam in school with people wishing a cocon
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"What is this place; French?" I asked my host. He smiled. He was a strange man. Well built, clothed in white robe and looked a bit like Morgan Freeman if you ask me. I've never had Morgan Freeman pop into my dreams before. Strange. The place was new too. High ceiling, with soft white lights illuminating the expansive interiors. People walked in and out of the door at the far end, usually all accompanied by white robed Morgan Freeman lookalikes. A band of minstrels was playing a haunting tune on the harp in the corner. Weirder. I looked back at my host, who was deep into the menu card, muttering off items. The tables were all round, adorned with a pristine white cloth. Set atop were some beautiful cutlery and a pair of chalices filled with water. I sipped out of mine, wondering how I had gotten here. Last remembered, I had dozed off tired and disgruntled and then there was a flash of white light. I felt like asking a question, but I was having some trouble

Let's build Rome then...

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The embers still burn, as burnt brick and mortar lie upon a scorched earth. There used to be a castle, where the smoke rises silhouetted against the dark skies. An empire lies in shambles. Arise, awaken! The city that once was shall rise again, the empire that once was shall rule again. Rome shall rise, from the fire that engulfed it, stronger, higher and covered in worldly glory. Set aside the pall of gloom, pick up your shovels and bury the dead. It is time for a new awakening, a new purpose. Let us build Rome again...

Roadblock...

Good morning good people of the world (or whichever part of the day it is). It has been a while, and as I wipe off the dust covered volumes of my blog posts (over-dramatizing as always) I cannot help but feel happy and proud at what a brilliant writer I was. Yes, 'was'. I am an over conceited, self centered realist who accepts the fact that my brilliance is a fading entity in the world of literature. I know there will be a lot of skeptisism on the liberal use of the word “brilliance”, but I choose to exercise my imagination to the furthest there. Bear with me. The road to a good story is a journey that defines itself. You begin with a few roadblocks, the traffic, you change lanes and routes, hit a few dead ends before hitting the right track. This road is the one that takes you places. The vast expansive highway, away from the crowds, the breeze in your hair as emotions and circumstances pass you by. You feel the road, the people and things that make it and build it up in

A year of change, where all is the same...

A season that promised so much, predictably disintegrated over the run in stage and Arsenal are back into the fight for fourth place as the season edges towards completion. Although, not all is gloomy. A FA cup final match against Hull City could provide the silver lining that the fans have been waiting for all these years, a trophy. That combined with a Champions League qualification should have been considered to be a satisfactory season, and one most fans would have taken had it been offered to them at the start of the season. However, it is best not to count your chickens before they hatch, for there is still much that can go wrong. With the sublime form of Everton, that fourth place qualification spot is no certainty, and the League Cup final defeat against Birmingham in recent times is still fresh on the minds of most Arsenal fans. But this season could have been so much more. A team that tops the table for twenty three game weeks cannot be a fluke surely? Sure, Champions Leagu

Because...

I used to think of myself as a bit of a writer, and now I have trouble stringing two sentences together. As countless times afore, I strive once again to retrieve this blog from the dark dusty depths of a writer’s block that I have subjected it to. What to say when the creative juices don’t flow? “Yappity, yappity, yap!” sounds reasonable enough to me. But as good an opening as that may be, I fail to follow it up with anything that holds any semblance to sanity. So screw sanity, you tell me? Fair enough. So I knock on the doors of insanity and a voice inside tells me I’m crazy. Oh the irony! Life moves at its own pedestrian pace. With graduation day approaching, people are getting edgy. Reflecting on their past choices, striving for a better future whilst dreaming of the little big joys in life as the wide world now calls to them. These are exciting yet scary times fraught with frustration and disappointment. Many trials now lay ahead and with perseverance one can overcome the