Puthandu Nalvazhthukkal!

Поздравляю с Новым годом!! 

Let us see how 2009 is for the world. 

On the bleak side of things, More boring F1 with stupid, stupid FIA nonsense rules, more terrorist attacks, more scrotum shaped cars for India, and more people lapping them up, BJP maybe? More really stupid movies, both Hindi and tamil. More hip hop. Well, technically, more of everything that irritates me. 

On the bright side, however: Snow Leopard, IPL(I think?), Cheerleaders!!, Obama?, 

Actually, there isn't much of the bright side that I can think of now. Nevertheless, I'll just take life as it comes. Has worked out well for me, so far.. 

No resolutions, I think. I'm sweet enough, already. 

Hmm... one more rubbish post? All i want to say is... cheers! Here's to 2009.. 

Nonsense-post

Have been waiting for long to post one of these... 

Weather's niiiiiiiiiiiiiice. well, inside my room, anyway.. outside, my dashboard widget shows the temperature to be -8. Hmm... kinda high for this time of the year, wonder what's happening. Its usually in the negative teens... 

Kya kare kya na kare ye kaisi mushkil hai! so much of work to do... and i just don't feel like getting out of bed. My bed's been made all the more attractive with fresh sheets changed two days back. What timing!!! the worst time ever for my bed to be made attractive...

At the same time.. There's nice hot tea and eggs and bacon calling out to me...from the cafe. like civilization to Bin laden. or America, or whatever works for him. 

I've always wondered, what witchcraft happens beyond the last station in an underground system.. always wanted to escape the cctv's and stay in the train.. that was solved last saturday.. I could see from the platform into the tunnel... the train just went in and reversed back. How mundane...I was imagining turntables and everything. 

Over and out. I'm getting back to sleep. Or whatever. 

Whatever. The world runs on whatever. 

Whatever. 

Freedom, Equality & Justice for All

I was watching a TV show, the other day.. and it was a debate on how some sections of the public are discriminated against, based on their profession, for example, or their marital status. The yardstick that was used to judge the discrimination was, for example, being able to get a girl (yaarum ponnu kudukka mattendra) or, being able to get a house for rent. (or not)
Sometimes, namma tamizh TV shows le, in the interest of good television, objectivity is thrown to the winds. In this episode, one of the two guests invited was a TV-serial actor and his wife. In response to a woman's claim that media-personnel had a reputation of being sexually promiscuous, or having "indecent" parties that involved liquor and women, this actor's wife said even if she was a member of the media, she had to cook for the husband, wash clothes, and wash the bathrooms and everything, and everybody applauded. The way I saw it, that was completely besides the point, and lady's question remained un-answered. The truth is, what people like to do is minimize the amount of risk in their lives. Life, is short, and the people would like to minimize the amount of time worrying about something, or being unhappy. And statistically, these sections of the public have been known to make bad tenants, or bad sons or daughters-in-law.
These people may not be all that bad. Or they might. But, in life, we simply don't have the time or the energy to deal with them if they turn out to be bad. That's just the way society works. One bad egg spoils it for everyone. Because somebody with our skin colour and a big beard is going around throwing high explosives at everybody, we get a lot of "Sir, Can you step aside, please?" everywhere we go. And like the host pointed out, likely that the discriminating people will get discriminated against elsewhere. And then they'll just have to deal with it. Its not like they're not gonna get discriminated against if they don't discriminate.. After all..I'm hardly likely to get into a backward class reservation somewhere just because I've rented my house to someone that the society condemns.

Randomly

He watched her from a distance. How beautiful she was, and what a wonderful person. It made him immensely proud to have played a part in making her the miracle that she was today. She was surrounded by friends, laughing and talking, in the porch of the house she'd grown up in. He'd caught two buses, jostling in the sunday crowd and walked a kilometre or two to see her. Not meet her, but see her. He didn't want to embarrass her in front of her friends. He knew his little mannerisms, clearing his throat constantly, gargling his mouth and spitting into the sink while washing his hands after eating, embarrassed and irritated her. He hated making her unhappy. He couldn't help it, She knew he'd do anything for her. She meant the world to him, and more. She was the the love of his life. The number of times she'd slept on his lap after having listened to his stories. Her first day in school, when he stood in the sun for hours, where she could see him out of the window, because he had promised her he wouldn't leave. She was what he'd always lived for. The living image of her mother, who had been his baby, and now she was. She'd always be. He'd turned back, having looked at her. How long he'd waited for this..This darshan of his goddess was enough to keep him going until he saw her again. Next year. He turned back, with a smile on his face, and the swarams of karaharapriya on his lips, his hand absently checking his pattai vibhoothi. Walk to the bus stand, bus no. M28 to Saidapet and then wait for 17, which conveniently stopped directly opposite the old age home.