Musings

It's been an unusually morose month or so. Call it the onset of quarter-life crisis, or just the fact that a new dream is clipped every few days (just the other day I realised that I can no longer be a sportsperson), it's a very dark phase of life. I've been contemplating changes in my career, escape and a number of thoughts one usually harbours when at the nadir of one's moods.

I haven't had access to the blog because of an HP dealer who has pretty much stolen my laptop. He was supposed to pay me a paltry sum for it and give me my data back. I haven't yet gotten any of those, so most of the blogging time is spent in cutting aliens down to size in Halo 3.

I have a strange prescience about things, and I feel that right now I'm going through one of those phases where I get depressed before something bad happens. I suppose we are all connected to the universe in some way and once in a way, we get some information arbitrarily and since our conscious mind can't interpret it, we translate it as incomprehensible and blame it on something more tangible. Or maybe it's just hindsight bias. I feel like some sort of guru right now, enlightened and completely at peace. Humor eludes me, but I think of the Scottish castle and pristine fields of my dreams that make me feel very happy.

Meanwhile, the foreboding feeling grows.

Disadvantages of an 'elite' education

There are times when one looks back at one's poor educational track record with pride. "Thank God, I didn't make it to any great school or college!", one muses.

Of course, most of the times it's when one is too wasted to think straight. At other times, it's when one reads something like this.

Of marketability and champions

It's tragic to think that being a champion sportsman with a killer instinct isn't enough to make someone 'marketable'. I wonder if marketability is inversely proportional to longevity. In an age where wild Sreeesanth-ike aggression has come to be the norm, it is a joy to see champions like Nadal and Federer show us that you can be sporting and still be at the top.

Either way, Nadal's performance at the Wimbledon final ensures that his class is stamped over the game of tennis. Take a bow, Rafa!

Which low-cost carrier?

Well, now Deccan has a differentiator. Incidentally, this news comes at a time when 'low-cost' doesn't mean what it used to. The lowest price on an Air Deccan Chennai-Pune is now Rs 1500 as against Rs 500 earlier. Maybe that meal isn't as cheap as it looks?

Great t-shirt line...

... God hates religion.

Source: Unknown guy

Fly in the butt

A man sat on a fly. It was tragic. The fly was crushed. But it didn't die. It struggled as the man picked it out of his butt. He pulled off the wings one by one. He then looked at its hopeless eyes mercilessly. The fly's family watched it being crushed, smelling like homo sapien butt. They just madly buzzed. With a stiff upper lip.

The flies were the spectators at the Murray vs Nadal semi final at the Wimbledon 2008. Looks ominous for the Fedex. Will he 'pick' this one off? He's got Marat to worry about first.

तेरह से उन्नीस वर्ष तक की अवस्था वालों की बातचीत

कैसा लटक रहा है?
बस यार, जीवन चूस रहा है।
क्यों यार, क्या हुआ?
चल छोड़, चलचित्र देखने चलते हैं।
कौनसी?
दोष रहित मन्न की अनंत धूप ।
यार यह भी कोई चलचित्र है। मैं पहले से ही दबा हुआ हूँ।
चल लोहे के आदमी के लिए चलते हैं।
नही दोस्त, मुझे अतिक्रम वाले चलचित्र पसंद नही।
हम कभी बीच में मिल ही नही सकते।
क्या करें, सब कुछ चूस रहा है।
चल, कुछ धातु संगीत सुनकर मस्तक मारते हैं।
यह उचित है। दुनिया को मैथुन करो।

Courtesy: Word Anywhere