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A quiz question

I believe people from a certain college in Hauz Khas will find this one right up their alley (:D – I make innuendo!)

Connect: (Also identify what you can, if that makes you “happy”)

1. part 1

2. part 2

3. part 3

4. part 4

Sorry about the lack of size coordination. This isn’t the NSIT QC.

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A Man Of Constant Sorrow

O Brother, Where Art Thou?

An adaptation of Homer’s Odyssey set in 1930s Mississippi. A great soundtrack, brilliant screenplay and visually captivating. The Coen Brothers have yet to disappoint me. Come to think about it, we’re living in the age of David Fincher, Alfonso Cuaron, Christopher Nolan, Quentin Tarantino (and some people I know from the quizzing circuit will want to add Anurag Kashyap to that league) who are absolutely brilliant directors whose style of movie making is not recognised until it falls into the paradigm of what an award-winning movie ought to be. Even Danny Boyle, for that matter. I’m surprised this didn’t win Best Picture at the Oscars. I guess it’s not serious enough. Which is ironical, considering the source of the title of this hyaar picture. A couple of quotes, if I may be permitted:

Ulysses: Deceitful, two-faced she-woman. Never trust a female Delmar, remember that one simple precept and your time with me will not have been ill spent.
Delmar O’Donnell: Ok, Everett.
Ulysses: Hit by a train! Truth means nothing to a woman, Delmar. Trying for the subjective. You ever been with a woman?
Delmar O’Donnell: Well, I… I… I gotta get the family farm back before I can start thinking about that.
Ulysses: That’s right, if then. Believe me Delmar, woman is the most fiendish instrument of torture ever devised to bedevil the days of man.


Pete: Well hell, it ain’t square one! Ain’t nobody gonna pick up three filthy, unshaved hitch-hikers, and one of them a know-it-all that can’t keep his trap shut.
Ulysses: Pete, the personal rancor reflected in that remark I don’t intend to dignify with comment. But I would like to address your general attitude of hopeless negativism. Consider the lilies of the goddamn field or… hell! Take at look at Delmar here as your paradigm of hope.
Delmar O’Donnell: Yeah, look at me.

I’m not gonna wax eloquently about the movie. I’m not in the mood. But I will put up a couple of videos. Btw, who wouldn’t run towards those sirens. Hot-damn! Them syreens just make yer wanna whip yer moe-rals off and start a-fornicatin’!

Speaking of moe-rals, The Batra Being and I had an interesting conversation, replete with puns (as always) about exactly what character trait we possess that single-handedly manages to negate our chances for success. The gist is not dissimilar to this post, though the conversation was funnier. What I need is a secretary to write down things I dictate, as the words that proceed forth from my mouth tend to be far more endowed with eloquence than the crap I type on a keyboard. Or maybe I ought to work on around 10,000 hours of writing (Malcolm Gladwell, you better be right about this!)

Oh, the videos:

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Trust and Abbey!

Perhaps I am guilty of the crime of “nostalgia-esque”. Nostalgia-esque is not exactly looking at some areas of one’s past through rose-tinted glasses, but looking at areas through a kind of warped vision and drawing inferences that somehow never struck you then.

I was in a long discussion with Ashwin about the various places we’ve lived in in Noida. How life seemed so much simpler then. Of course, a read through my blog posts written at that tine will show that life never was that simple. Or carefree and beautiful. The good ol’ days, weren’t so good. Back in the good ‘ol days, we looked back to the better, ol’er days, which will of course start us off on a path of infinite regression justifying DNA’s statement that the creation of the universe was a very bad move.

Since then, my thoughts have been wandering to my days at Bethany High. The few rare times I get back in touch with anyone from my school is during my birthday, when I receive a birthday wish and reply with a “Thank You. And how are you? Long time no see; etc etc”. I have since found out that amongst all the people in my school and especially my fellows of the batch of 2004 (class 10, that is)  are not quite as annoying as I originally perceived. I guess, at the time, I just didn’t want any part of the massive friends phenomenon that was prevalent in school-life throughout the country. I probably still don’t. Bethany High School had a very “un-cool” motto. Uncool because it wasn’t long and poignant and it wasn’t in Latin (unlike the posher, older schools of Bangalore such as Bishop Cottons – estd. 1854). The motto was simple: Trust and Obey. Orwellian? Perhaps. The school song went Trust and Obey, for there’s no other way, to be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey. Basically, the school was built on the principle of unquestioning faith and devotion to that venerable Mexican-named, Arab carpenter who the western world loves so much. And perhaps this ethic permeated throughout the school. There was loyalty to one’s gang of friends. Loyalty that went above reason. Thus, if your friend said that David Beckham is a better footballer than Zinedine Zidane and in fact, Zidane couldn’t hit the side of the boat on which his parents emigrated from Algeria and immigrated to France; you agreed. Only your’s truly somehow never was imbibed with such a sense of loyalty. As a consequence, I was left bereft of trust. A condition that lasts until this day.

Insecurity is a terrible feeling, really. It gnaws at your soul, like a rat biting your shoe. I ought to know. Rats have bitten my shoes and I am comprised of many vapid, insecure individuals. I expect people to stab me in the back all too often. I look at things with a level of negativity that borders on a sadist desire for things to be that painful and interpret the worst potential outcome as the implication in any part of a thing I do not understand. The girls of Bethany High School had a very annoying habit of forming a membrane of sorts around the door to the classroom. And everyday, as I walked along a corridor, these groups of girls would giggle. I wondered about what could be the cause of this giggling. If ever I stopped and looked around, trying to figure out why they were making that incredibly irritating sound, they would merely increase their frequency and amplitude. Within no time, I got into the habit of not making eye contact with anyone and walking down the corridor as quickly as I could. I still heard the giggles, but paid no attention to them. Staring at the ground, at the ceiling, in the opposite direction, anything to avoid them.

When I look at my social awkwardness today, I see signs of the 8th-standard boy almost running down the corridor because he thought that everybody was laughing at him. I am known for causing uncomfortable silences. I try to break them myself, but that just prolongs them. I have since tried to master the art of blending into the background, hoping to be ignored. Not very smart, seeing that I am usually the tallest, fattest and even darkest person in the group. (In Delhi, the colour of one’s skin plays a more important role than it should)

This is just a rambling rant. It’s like one of the shaggy dog stories an old man with demetia would tell you.

The summary, I guess, would be this: Bethany High School was a place where I was sent to be educated. I didn’t end up receiving too much. But what I neglected the most were the social skills I was supposed to learn. I am someone who genuinely believes the world is out to get him. Who thinks that the closer someone will come to him, the more brutal their eventual betrayal. If only I could imbibe my alma mater’s slogan, perhaps, I would be a better person. But I guess, even 5 years after my graduation from the green and black corridors of Bethany High, I still think people are laughing at me. I still think people do horrible things to me, without me even being aware of it.

The worst part is, if I do find a single instance of such an event, I guess I will not only be vindicated for being paranoid… I will… Chuck it.

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Call for Project Collaboration

I have this idea I originally wanted to submit as my Minor Project for the semester, but since I was working alone and the material was kinda scarce  was unable to finish it.

Why was I working alone? No-one else in my class wanted to work on anything that wasn’t grounded heavily in our archaic syllabus. (note: Grounded heavily… this is supposed to be Aerospace Engineering).

The idea was to design a Stirling Engine for usage in Deep Space Exploration probes. I have the requisite knowledge of the final frontier and the aspects relating to propulsion systems and spacecraft design, but I wanted to study the potential for using superconductors in the electrical circuitry. This, of course, necessitates participation from someone who actually knows a thing or two about superconductors and electronics.

So, all ye engineers out there, I am hiring. The pay isn’t very good, in fact it’s non-existent, but I’m not one of those jerks who looks to dominate a project.

I have a few more project ideas too, if anyone out there has any knowledge of Laser Metrology.

You know where to find me.

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Mann Role Mera…

It’s 5:02 AM and I’m typing this.

The title. Sad. It’s easily the worst title to a post ever. If the discerning reader (fuck, I’ll just name the sole reader I have!), if Dinesh has noticed, I haven’t complained about how my writing style is non-existent, or how I’ve been going through a bout of writer’s bloc (sic.) for the last one-and-a-half years et cetera. It follows from my principle of “Blog as if no-one’s reading!”, and no-one is! Except for Decay, of course.

In any case, the title is actually a reference to xkcd. I’ve been clicking on the random button at the rate of once every 6 minutes, so I’ve seen approximately 50. Also, there’s a reference to a popular song that is sung in B-grade hindi movies to charm snakes. Also, strangely enough, there was a one-hit wonder teen-pop cover of the same song sung by a girl who had attended a school in Bangalore which I subsequently attended. Can’t remember her name (I never knew it properly in the first place, to be honest).

So, there. TITular references done with.

Randall Munroe is God. Since I was born into a Hindu family (into the Brahmin caste to boot! Descendent of the ancestral priests of the Kalahasti Shrine… Now atheist and KFC fan), I can have multiple cultural and intellectual demi-gods (to monotheist cultural/intellectual demi-godders: Nyeh nyeh!)

I’m going back into AYBABTU probably. It’s psedo-retro and just forgotten enough to be funny again. Again, like in xkcd, it was my first internet meme.

Btw, if a=1, b=2, … z=26.

x + k + c + d = 24 + 11 + 3 + 4 = 42!!!! OMFG! UBER PWNAGE!!!!

But xkcd’s greatest moment has to be this line:

Ah, late night internet. The sheer wastage of time, unrivalled by any other action.

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Bob Dylan was right after all!

The parts of his songs I could actually understand that is.

There’s this one song, which like his others, goes something like this:

neeeeya, neeeeya, yeeee, anna, neeeeeya neee neee… Oh, the times, they are a-changing…

Which, as I have implied, they are.

May 11th, 2009.

The 91st birth anniversary of this guy (terrible article, as I believe all of mine are)

The 8th death (or final lift?) of this guy.

And, notably, the day South Park will premiere on Indian Television.

Yes. What the fuck just isn’t enough.

It’s strange. The moment a show hits Indian TV, it goes bad. Scrubs hit Indian TV when season 5 started elsewhere. And we all now that started the steady downward slide of an otherwise hilarious and intelligent show. Following this trend, South Park’s season 13 is a massive disappointment.

Episode 3 was alright. The whole Kyle is a Jew thing can go wrong if not done well.

Episode 1 was kinda funny in parts. “You do not.  FUCK! With Mickey Mouse! Got that? ha ha?”

Episode 2 was just… bad. The Dark Knight could’ve been parodied so much better.

Episode 4… they were tripping on acid or something, but ended up making a brilliant feminist statement. And as a guy, I was repulsed. Sorry, it’s a genetic thing probably.

Episode 5… Nice. Best episode of the season, but nothing compared to their previous work. Why is Trey Parker going after Carlos Mencia? I mean, who cares about Carlos Mencia, for DNA’s sake? The Kayne West thing was nice though.

Episodes 6 and 7… Worst. Ever.

I don’t have a TV, so no clue as to where they’re starting off from and if they’ll go in order. I’m surprised that any TV show who’s pilot episode is called “Cartman Gets An Anal Probe” is being broadcast. I don’t think it’ll last. With India’s censorship system and how regressive thought sells on the t00b, it’ll end up being one long, uninterrupted bleep. Then some nut will say killing children is un-Indian (which it isn’t, by the way… Look at our education system!) and poof! It’ll be gone before you can say Meekrab.

This is the defining sequence of South Park’s pilot episode. I tried to find the actual video, but google has betrayed us and youtube is more or less the lunatic asylum of the interweb, or whatever the damn thing is called now. Anyway, the essence is still there.

Dedicated to ye, who know South Park as only a “3-time Emmy Award winning, animated TV show”…


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Left For…

This post is about two things.

1. My efforts to get the most fucking amazing ringtone ever!

2. The status message of Natansh Verma.

I’m up right now trying to download a video and a video to audio converter as I couldn’t find the mp3 file of the most fucking amazing ringtone ever!

And I noticed Natansh’s gtalk status message, which was a rant against his institute. His institute is my dream institute. Now, I don’t know how much Natansh liked Maths before joining IIT-D and whether or not his 4 years there have changed his opinion of the subject. But I do know that 3 years of Amity have made me loathe science in general and utterly uber-despise Aerospace Engineering in particular. If Natansh’s feelings about Mathematics and Computing have gone the same way, and this is with him being in the best damn college for his course in the country (and if IIT loving lunatics -who’re usually the parents of kids who didn’t get in- have it, the world).

The point is, if Natansh’s feelings towards Math and Comp have been negatively affected by his institute analogous in essence and not quantity, to my feelings about Aerospace, that means that the best advice I can anyone planning to pursue (and trust me, pursue is the right word) their undergraduate degree in India is this: Find out what you love more than anything. Something you’d love to make a career out of. Something you know will not bore you even if you work at it for decades. Find your passion. And in no circumstances, do it as your undergrad degree.

All hail the Indian Education System.

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