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Older and, hopefully, wiser

I’m not going to use any gimmicks in this post. No protracted sentences. No loquaciousness. No references only understandable to certain people. It will just be my attempt at simple, straight, hard facts.

I have often complained of how life throws shit in my face. Whined in wangst at fate and the tortures it puts me through. And I did nothing about it.

A mining analogy:

We are all digging for gold, diamonds and other gems (ideological and literal) to enrich our lives. And some of us happen to hit a drainage pipe and end up with a pile of shit in our beloved gold mines. I am one of these people. People try to assist you out of this (in this analogy, literal, but otherwise metaphorical) shithole. And I was no different. Except that I didn’t use them to get out. Rather, I almost pulled them in.

Now, I’m through.

If I whine again, shoot me.

It is time for action.

But first… A few words which I have to make known public.

The people I knew while I wrote this blog over the past 4 years have defined this era of my life. An era that is reaching its end. And they deserve my thanks. I will not hide any details, by the way. If anyone here would like me to; say so and I will give you my id and password for WordPress. Knock yourselves out.

First, and most important:

Monisha Vemavarapu: Venom, SuperMon and a million sobriquets. No one has influenced me as much as she. Currently in London on an exchange program, she is dating a large, oafish, somewhat paranoid, whiny, self-obsessed and neurotic nutbag. I feel that she perhaps deserves better; but she’s a wiser judge of such things than I am. No one I have ever known has ever evolved so much so quickly. When I first was re-acquainted with her, she was a wild, kranti-kari, ultra-modernist pseudo-hippie. She is now one of the most level-headed determined and pragmatically intelligent people I know. I will be frank: When I first met her, both online and in person, I felt I was the superior individual. But I must now concede this title to her. She has proven herself to be a most fascinating person and one who accepts a random destiny with an élan that I wish I possessed. Monisha is one of those people who you just know will not fade quietly into the night, and will leave a mark on the world. I find my vocabulary failing me in my attempts to describe how happy I am to have known, and know, this singularly unique individual. I sincerely hope that we will never become strangers through providence or (more likely) some ridiculous action of mine.

Nimish Batra: After working at Infosys Technologies in Bangalore, Nimish is now pursuing a Master’s degree at the University of Florida. Nimish’s jesting misanthropy was what really resulted in our ever becoming friends. We shared in our fandom for Douglas Adams, I introduced him to Radiohead, and he introduced me to Monty Python. But in our protracted one-downmanship contests, (held periodically over the internet, the telephone and in person) I believe I learnt a lot. And perhaps too much. I appreciate and respect him for a lot of things, but I must say that what applies to me in a large measure applies to you too… Stop whining. Shut up and live. The thing about Nimish that few people get is that he is a genuinely warm-hearted person. Try visiting his home in South Ex, and be amazed at the hospitality shown by him and his family. One part of his brain has the capacity to make him do what’s necessary and drag him across the finish line while the other part is kicking and screaming. As long as that former part dominates the latter, he has nothing to worry about. Genuinely.

Dinesh Kapur: Decay is currently working in Gurgaon for a sustainable ventures firm whose name I can never remember, but it starts with a W. (edit: WinRock! It’s WinRock!) His George Best old-school footballing skills are no longer useful to him in the modern game much like my Karl Marx old-school thinking skills are of no use to me in the modern world. As I’ve often said; this man is a kindred spirit. We’re almost alter-egos of each other. Decay is someone who I can trust to understand my point of view on a matter, usually because he’s been there before. Like Monisha, Dinesh is someone who I feel is destined for far bigger things in life than he can possibly see now. And like Monisha, is an individual in possession of far too many talents, such that it looks unfair to the rest of us.

Anupam Guha: After a successful stint at the Georgia Institute of Technology (where he completed a 2-year Master’s course in a year with a perfect 4.0 CGPA), Guha is currently in Ahmadabad, working for a company that pays him to essentially be their poster-boy. His relationship with Anupama (who I’ve never met properly) was much joked about (my contribution was the idea for “Anupam (1+a)” wedding cards) in college. Oddly enough, it appears to be highly likely that theirs’ will be the first marriage of a friend that I will be a guest of. The conversations on every topic under and beyond the sun were, and still remain, much appreciated. Even the ones where we vehemently disagree. And his conviction to “save” me and show me that humanity is worth saving might just pay off. The path of the wannabe Bushido-ist is fraught with many perils, I joked of him. Well it appears that he intends on making these words an eerie prophecy. Much like a Katana, he has forged his tamahagane worldviews by repeatedly putting it through fire, folding it and beating the shit of it. And that’s why Guha will probably end up as that rarest species of all: A happy, intelligent man who is satisfied with his life and the world he is living in. Or we’ll embark on our plan for revolution. He’ll be Trotsky, I’ll be Stalin… Minus the backstabbing, of course.

Ashwin Murali: After half a year of working 80-90 hour weeks at Citibank, he’s now at his palatial penthouse in Nasik preparing for a second MBA. Ashwin’s greatest trait as a friend has been his ability to listen to me constantly abuse, demote, shout at, vilify and generally insult him for over 3 years with a patient nod and that irritatingly reassuring stupid smile. He set me off on a tangential path in my worldview, for which I still hate him by the way, but it might perhaps lead to a better future. You better hope it does bro.

Akhil Garg: Working at Accenture in Hyderabad, his tryst with the Alagappa family continues as my sister was his HR rep as a trainee. We have both learnt, very late, that we weren’t as bad roommates to have as we thought. Perhaps immaturity came between what could’ve been a far more rewarding friendship for us.

Swati, Priya and Ankur: Swati is working with Wipro in Bangalore while Priya is doing her Master’s at the University of Sussex, I believe. Ankur is doing his Master’s at IIT Kharagpur. I drove you guys away from me in a fit of madness and have regretted that decision since. My yet unfinished college life would have been far better if I had not done that.

Nitesh Bhasin: The entrepreneur and fellow backlogger. We really dump on you more than you deserve. The fact remains that if you hadn’t taken the effort of befriending me in IP University that day, I wouldn’t have gotten to know a lot of the people mentioned here. You’ll either end up in jail or in Forbes. Have fun in Vegas.

M.V. Harish: Another man at Georgia Tech, here’s to perpetuating the “crazy Telugu mofo” image with me. Keep it real with the brothas in the hood in Atlanta. We’ll meet up in a gun shop or seedy beer bar someday.

Many others ought to feature in this list, but I feel it has become so sappy, your monitors might have started leaking already; so wait for another epiphany and moment of emo-ness.

Seriously, I have so many epiphanies; it’s hard to tell which ones are genuine.

Oh, and I almost to mention… This post formally ends this blog. There will be no more posting on Chaosverse any longer. Frankly, I would like some order. Unpredictability and randomness are, as always, welcome; but I’ve had it with the chaos.

I would like to delete this blog, but perhaps will save it. Someday, the people mentioned in this post will look back and this and other posts and laugh at the naivety, stupidity, folly, and immaturity on display.

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Maybe Alagappa Does The Astro?

Maybe Tesla does the astro
Maybe Tesla does the astro
Maybe Edison is AC/DC

Maybe Amity does the Astro? It does. It does. The Astro(il-)logy. It is, as it’s name so succintly points out, a highly (il-)logical “science”. But it appears that the latest fad that’s caught the imagination of the (now complete and spiffy, niffy and really neat looking) E-block, Amity University is the book “Love Signs” by Linda Lovelace Goodman.

It’s sad to watch those poor misguided souls, who actually expect that they’re “Engineers-in-the-making”, poring over the book with the kind of determination they’re supposed to read… naw, that’s too obvious. Just looking at the condition of the book tells you how popular it is. It’s as fat as a Bible, and is treated with the same amount of reverence. The pages are dog-eared and loose from X-Treme! overusage. And when my …if I call them friaaands once more they’ll kill me or worse, stop lending me money; wait! I know… And when my F dot R dot I dot ( 😀 ) started reading about MY prospects, well you know what’s to come. (These are the same people who have vowed to ensure that I do not spoil my kids, if I ever have any and also made me a BharatMatrimony.com profile!)

So, what does Linda Lovelace Goodman have to say about me? According to the highly (il-)logical “science”; Me -a Taurean (full of Bullshit)- will ideally be suited best with a number 7 Virgo or Capricorn with whom I share a 5-9 combination. I have no fucking idea what this means, seriously. So, I’ll enjoy a great relationship with a virgin who plays Right Midfield? (the usual position of a no.7 jersey) Or an all-rounder / wicketkeeper? (the usual profile of a no.7 bats(wo)man). Or do I have to lookout for the seventh child/daughter of the seventh son, born on the seventh day of the seventh month in seventeen seventy seven? Or will she be as big as a Boeing 777?

Let him who hath understanding
reckon the number of the beast
for it is a human number
its number is SEVEN???

On another note, I apparently share a very vibrant sexual chemistry with Sagittarians! 😯 Right.

And now for something, almost, but not quite completely different.

Eeeeeh, Didja ever get the feeling you was being watched?

Yes. Yes I did. Today, actually. The Proliferation of Fashion Part-3 is not complete because the ending is yet to occur. But this will find a mention in it, whenever it comes out. As stated before, the department that’s located right next to the Institute of Aerospace Engineering is… Fashion Technology! (They’re everywhere, I tells ya!). And from there cometh this very cute looking girl who seemed to be everywhere I was today.

I bumped into her at the stairs, stood behind her in the queue at the cafeteria (Stephenian snobbery right here!) and sat in the table next to her’s after collecting my coffee and glucose biscuits (ummm… glucose biscuits!). After ingesting the said items I walked out and then thought I had forgotten my cellphone at the table, so I turned around and again bumped into her whilst she was leaving the cafeteria. She was in the queue AGAIN during lunch and AGAIN, I bumped into her at the stairs, this time in a completely different part of the campus!

I swear I’m not following her! But this is freaky. I mean, what’s a cute girl doing following me around college? This makes no sense. Something’s up. I wonder who’s she’s working for… the CIA, ISI, LeT… Cute girls do not follow me around all day. They do the complete opposite. As Thom says,

When I am king, you will be first against the wall
with your opinion which is of no consequence at all
What’s there…? (I may be paranoid, but no android)
What’s there…? (I may be paranoid, but no android)

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