Here's a rant you think you know ALL about

I'm at work, trying to read up on the climatic crisis that's affecting our world, and its economy. I'm trying to think BIG, and smart and .... nerdy. But what am I really thinking? I'm thinking about taking a short trip to some unfamiliar place. I'm thinking of doing an all-girls trip to Goa. I'm thinking of the Audioslave playlist songs that are on a loop, in my mind. I am also noticing my flingers flying across the keyboard, showing flashes of bright yellow. Yes, that's the colour they're painted in. As I type, my mind is still wandering. I'm craving candy floss. And also, my mom's chocolate fudge. I'm also wondering, why my favorite blogger is not updating on a regular basis, and when will my fav blogger write about something really funny. Also, most importantly, why is my fav blogger suffering from self-esteem (read: are my blogs REALLY good) issues.

Anyway, so I've been considering free-lancing now. Not so much as 'I love to write' issue. More of, I want more money sort of a thing. There are days when I can take time off and do the free lancing bit. There are days I'd swear loudly and curse myself for signing up for it. Right now, we're at the former. So, I need free lancing assignments. I don't know whom to contact. So, maybe I'll get down to that once I am done writing some gibberish here.

I have thoughts, revelations and weirdly-true-but no-one-cares-to-say-so quotes streaming out of me, all the time these days. No, I doubt if I'm getting smarter. I think my mind is just getting too over-excited with the world it see's around. Here are some things I thought of. IF you try and knock off any of these to decorate on your blog, I'm going to KNOW. Believe me I will *waves fist*

1. The first self-made dish always turns out bad. The magnitude of bad increases with the number of people who wait to taste it.That is, they are directly proportional. 10 people= bad dish. 100 people= GROSE dish. 1000= Puke, possibly food poisioning, maybe death.

2. Women staring at you, even smilingly, are not thinking of your beauty at all. They're wondering when you got your last wax. True story.

3. The slangs you used in school got lost when you went to college. They come up again, strangely so, later in your life and you can't believe you ever used them.

4. You can have a decent conversation with yourself in your mind. If you're caught talking to yourself, you usually pas it off by casually whistling or pretending to sing. You can also stare angrily to show you do NOT appreciate being stared at.

5. Google is the answer to all your questions. I mean, seriously!

6. It's better to be ignorant than smart. You make friends faster.

7. Everyone wants a good listener around.

8. Please nod when someone tells you something.

9. Washroom is full of awesome gossip.

10. It's so cool to have your own extension number.

11. It's funny to watch an awkward couple on a date.

12. A glass of soda can set all your troubles away.

13. It's difficult to smile when the food you eat is not of your choice.

12. Everyone is paranoid about having their email hacked.

13. Dogs always eat your favorite toys.

14. Red lipstick can make you look incredible or horrendeous.

15. Ever wanted to stand up on your desk and scream in an extremely quiet room?

16. Cursing is like anger management.

17. The manufacturing of goodlooking men stopped sometime during 1945..AD'ish. A few inhabit the earth now.

18. How I Met Your Mother has no ending. Seriously. It's like 12 seasons of prank, and you SO got fooled!

19. It is easier to pick on a pimple than to wait for it to subside. Wait, easier? Better, I mean.

20. If you feel fat, you ARE fat. So stop asking and start exercising.

That's it for now. Later maybe, soon.

Tada!

Been there....done that... :)

Letter home from school...

Dear Dad,

$chool i$ really great. I am making lot$ of friend$ and $tudying very hard. With all my $tuff, I $imply can't think of anything I need, $o if you would like, you can ju$t $end me a card, a$ I would love to hear from you.

Love,
Your $on.

A week later..... a letter from "home"

Dear Son,

I kNOw that astroNOmy, ecoNOmics, and oceaNOgraphy are eNOugh to keep even an hoNOr student busy. Do NOt forget that the pursuit of kNOwledge is a NOble task, and you can never study eNOugh.

Love,
Dad



Source: deardad.pen.io

So THAT'S new!

"Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo." is a grammatically valid sentence in the English language, used as an example of how homonyms and homophones can be used to create complicated linguistic constructs

The sentence is unpunctuated and uses three different readings of the word "buffalo". In order of their first use, these are

• a. the city of Buffalo, New York, which is used as a noun adjunct in the sentence and is followed by the animal;
• n. the noun buffalo, an animal, in the plural (equivalent to "buffaloes" or "buffalos"), in order to avoid articles;
• v. the verb "buffalo" meaning to bully, confuse, deceive, or intimidate.

Marking each "buffalo" with its use as shown above gives:

Buffalo^a buffaloⁿ Buffalo^a buffaloⁿ buffalo^v buffalo^v Buffalo^a buffaloⁿ.

Thus, the sentence when parsed reads as a claim that bison who are intimidated or bullied by bison are themselves intimidating or bullying to bison

Helllooowwwww thereeeeee

My my, hey hey
Rock and roll is here to stay
It's better to burn out
Than to fade away
My my, hey hey.

Out of the blue and into the black
They give you this, but you pay for that
And once you're gone, you can never come back
When you're out of the blue and into the black.

This track is a find, honestly. If you haven't heard it, then please open its youtube page and let it buffer while you read on.
I just got back from Jodhpur, from a friends wedding. Its werid how I remember my childhood days so well, the minutest, most unimportant details, of how people around me looked, how they talked, their quirks, the roads, the shops, etc. I've been in Jodhpur for two whole years, and that part of my memory is a complete blank. Was I an unhappy child back then? So much so, that all those days have been completelty rubbed off from my mind? It felt like I was visitng a completely new city, and I was as wonderstruck, and as amazed, as my other friends, visiting places, walking through lanes, driving on a empty roads. Oh yeah, empty. The first thing that struck me was the lack of traffic. What a relief. I could breathe on the roads and know there was minimal carbon going inside my already adultrated lungs.

The marriage was just how I had imagined, actually. I knew the set up would be dripping with all the Rajasthani traditions and customs, all the one's that make me happy, secretly, knowing I belong to the same culture. What was more fascinating and appealing was to watch people dressed in Jodhpuris, bandhgalas, etc. and conversing in the native language which oozes royality. Rajasthan is such a rich state, in every sense of the word. The culture, the languages, the food, the clothes, etc. The usual tease and the cheek which is the trademark of mostly all weddings was plesantly absant in this one. We were a part of a bigger, more dignified wedlock, which was so charming, minus the essential ingredients that are indespensible in a Delhi, or UP sort of a marriage. We weren't flowing in non-exhaustive supply of alcohol, the conversation among the most excited and important were tame and the only thing that was supersonic was when the speaker volume reached a prohibitted level for a second and a half, accidently. It wasn't a wedding. It was a marriage. I'm definitely not drawing a parallel in terms of preference. It's great to be a part of a ceremony which isn't like the usual. I don't mind, either, personally!

Life is back to the usual. Work, work, and more work. I never thought I'd say this, but I am really excited for tomorrows match. CRICKET match. The world cup final happens tomorrow, and not a single Indian can mask the excitement or contain the patriotism. It's in the air and no one can escape it. We're all infected. It's a great feeling. I was travelling in the train when the semi-final was upon us. A SEMI-FINAL with PAKISTAN. A doublly important match mixed with the already infectious excitement that the new religion, cricket, brings with it, had me downloading the match score application on my phone. 6 of us, huddled over my phone for some four hours, bursting with nervous excitement and constant prayers for the country to have its name in the finals list, was something I thought I would never be a part of in my life. I was. I really was. The train was quiet, and the lights were off. We could hear the rhythmic snoring, shifting and shuffling as we bore our eyes on the scorecard, waiting for the steady increase in the column that showed "wickets". Everytime it went one number up, we'd whoop and scream, but not loud enough, still. We were waiting for the last second. After that pandemonium would reign, surely. Before my phone could update the score, one friend got a call, and we knew we the world had burst at that very point. There was only screaming, and as the voices carried through the train corridoor, the sleepy eyes and tired bodies sprung up with an energy which seemed to be hibernating within them for what seemed like years. The entire train screamed in one single "YAY". We were in the middle of nowhere, but we didn't feel it. We were in India, and everywhere, everyone around us was a part of one common link that brought us together- cricket.

Cricket is not a sport. It might not even be a religion, since that too is reaching redundancy. Maybe it is an overwhelming feeling, a super natural power that has the capacity to bring us together. There is nothing bigger, more important than making each and every individual of a country feel proud of their identity, the soil which gave them life. I don't know what cricket is. No one knows what cricket is.

On another topic, Coke Studio. That's another one highly recommended. Please do give it a listen. There's nothing more soulful (for now!)

 Im hungry. I had lunch just a while back. Im still hungry.

It's a friday. There's music in my room. Not the annoying sort, ofcourse. Good. Old classics. I like very much. It really isn't that bad an idea to work with light music for light work.

The king is gone but he's not forgotten
Is this the story of johnny rotten?
It's better to burn out 'cause rust never sleeps
The king is gone but he's not forgotten.

Hey hey, my my
Rock and roll can never die
There's more to the picture
Than meets the eye.

-Hey Hey, My My- Neil Young

More later.
Love