Saturday, December 29, 2007

You know you've been spending too much time in office when

... you go to The Forum on a saturday morning and at the entrance, in a sudden moment of panic, search your pockets for your id card.
... you have a wonderful lunch on the said saturday and ask for a fruit bowl in place of the finger bowl.
... you go to a PCO (since your mobile's gone kaput) and keep hitting a '0' before you dial a local number.
... you see a stray cow on the road, note its sad expression, and remark to your friend, "This one looks like its delivery manager has asked it to quadruple its milk output on one-tenth the earlier allotment of hay and to do it thrice a day including sundays with cuts in the earlier amount of petting."
... you have nothing to blog about other than crapping about deadlines, and yet write about hitting 0's and sad buffaloes and expect readers (woohoo, anybody there?) to come back for more.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Taut for the Day

The trouble with having lived a life that's been every bit complete and filling is that every now and then you seem to want to bookmark your current state and go back and relive those years all over again once more.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

25 things Venus should have learnt from Mars!

In direct collision-inciting response to this :). Remember Curious, you started it.

~ Pink is not a colour!
~ The weight matters?
~ Reverse gear is never near the first gear. And that car in the rear-view is not in front of you.
~ “Just Looking” exists.
~ The label on the inner sole of a super-tight (and super-expensive) pair of heels doesn't have to match with the colour, texture and lustre of the bit of metal on the hair band.
~ The power button in the TV remote is not technology.
~ “Chumma dhan irukaen” is not a verb.
~ Shopping is NOT a sport/hobby/pastime/work/chore/entertainment and is NOT supposed to be done just because you're depressed/happy/sad/alive. Daddy pavam, Hubby pavam.
~ Matter movies are a genre of movies.
~ Homework assignments don't necessarily need to be done.
~ A handbag shouldn't weigh the same as a dumbbell.
~ The icecream and chocolates taken in the first 20 yrs contribute to the kgs in the next 20.
~ Sports transcends life.
~ Computers are easy to operate.
~ How to lie without your eyes darting all around the place.
~ The way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Everyone knows that. Everyone except that bleddy microwave.
~ Considering you the MOST important thing is absolutely different from thinking you're the ONLY important thing.
~ A home isn't required to be maintained like a museum. That bit of graffiti on the wall or the bit of sauce spilt on the couch is not worth the emotional melodrama.
~ Tears shouldn't be used this frequently. Even if they always work.
~ It's not required to “Choooo Chweeeet” every pink-faced bundle below 5 yrs you set eyes upon.
~ The above point also goes for 'em guys Maddy and Hrithik. (also check this and this for a former chweetie).
~ One can't score goals in cricket. And Azharuddin is no more the captain.
~ If you don't want an answer, then why ask the question?
~ Backbenchers are humans too.
~ “I don’t know” IS a real answer!
~ Men are smart(er). Period. :-p

Saturday, December 15, 2007

Saturday Fever. Literally.

Have to give a miss to the Goa trek. Should have been asleep on the bus right now. Feel real shitty about missing out on 2 days of dolphin rides and night bazaars, 7 days of trekking and tented camps over government reserved beaches, forests & the Western Ghats, and Christmas in Panaji. Was really looking forward to it (Yeah, even more than how much you look forward to new posts here)!
So then booked tickets (me,Ram,Hemant,Jason) for today to the Deccan Herald Music Festival. A paltry substitute, but still an evening of jazz and blues and orchestra to soothe me.
Caught a cold last night and down with fever since this morning. No option but to give the evening a miss.
I had the tickets, Jason is in Madras, Hemanth was in office and Ram was in Garuda Mall. Too late to cancel mine and Jason's tickets by the time Hemanth came over to collect them.
Decided to catch Liar Liar to cheer me up, and the power went off.
Hemanth just called up to console me by using words like awesome and spellbinding to describe the musical evening.
The power is yet to come back.

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

Smack in the Middle!

Traitor! Dhrogi! Et tu brutus! Sourav Ganguly! Markiv!
Of all the stupid tags and memes existing on this planet....

The rules of the tag are:
~1. The rules must be mentioned in the beginning of the tag.
You'll have to get to the wise guy who started this tag if you want this at the beginning.
~2. You must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of your middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had.
~3. At the end of your blog post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.


One of the greatest idiosyncrasies of being Tamil is that we don't have a surname (atleast most of us). And if we don't have a last name, that means we can't have a middle name because, as the word 'middle' implies, it has to be between some others. This, inspite of the word being the most influential in India - from the poor-but-honourable middle-class of our movies to the ubiquitous middle-man for marriages and examinations to the great Indian middle-order that sometimes has 11 members in it.

And of course me being Thamizh, and very much at that, I don't have a surname. This has been increasingly causing me major problems though, most recently when they kept calling out my dad's name at the visa interview and I kept waiting to see who shared his name. I'd like to get my hands on the dude who had this idea to pass on his name to his son and then to his and so on. Insane idea, I tell you. Pointless. Unnecessary. I even remember the day I first came across the damn surname word, in my 3rd std vacation when I was reading the next year's English non-detail - The Children of the New Forest *.

* An excellent book, even though it was a part of Macmillan's list of abridged classics; I still have it in a carton back home. Centred around the 17th Century civil war, there was also a lot about Roundheads - a word that I took a fancy to and the little me went around rolling the word off my tongue although it used to make me think of Narasimha Rao for some strange reason. Almost like engal thalaivar Goundamani's "Thaenga thalaiya" and "Dappa Mandaiya". Or "Tupperware Mandaiya".

Question to Self : The tag is supposed to be about middle names!
Answer by Self : I know, I know. But how else am I gonna mask the fact that I'm not going to actually write what the tag asks to.

And, my name, rather unfortunately, doesn't have a 'Thirumalairenga Vigneshwara Warnakulasuriya Rajamanikanda' before or after (as one of my schoolmates did), so that I could have impressed thee with high-tech fundaas on calculating the mean, median, mode of the words in my name to arrive at the middle one.

Now, the tag also says I can cook up a middle name (the lengths that some go to, I tell you). But then having a middle name will mean I'll now end up with 3 words in my name because of which the last name will become the last-name, if you know what I mean. And this is so against the preachings of Thiruvalluvar and Avvaiyar and goes against all things that are quintessentially Tamil. Having a middle-name AND a last-name! Not even our Gods have such luxuries. Krishna, Aiyappa, Ganesha, Siva, Brahma, Muruga - you name 'em. Think of our stars - MGR, Sivaji, Ajith, Vijay, Surya, Vadivelu, Vivek, Shakeela. Or our poets - Bharathiyar, Bharathidasan, Kannadhasan, Vaali, Vairamuthu, TR. Or our politicians. Or our heroineees. Or our freedom fighters. Do you see a Kapur or a Mehta or a Patel anywhere? Or more than a word as the name? NO sirrreeee! And so I'm not going to cook up a middle name for myself too. Thamizhan da naan.

Whew! Epdi ellam escape aaga vaendirukku!

But if there's one thing that I'd dearly dearly love to see, it would be the 'H' being remembered by all you cusses out there who persist in omitting it when typing out my name. Ever since the day I stepped out of the comfort of the Tamil desam I've had to carry this curse. Which makes me mad, as in M-A-D mad at all you northies who want to have names with strange phonetics. After more than 2 years, my company still persists in calling me Santosh Khanna - the 'H' being moved from next to the 'T' in Santhosh to next to the 'K' in Kanna. Now I know how Anita would have felt in college. Please note that there's no 'H' after the 'T, which means she's not a southie by origin, and so differs rather significantly from the Anithas we're used to.
"Hi Anitha"
"It's Anita. Ta. Anita."
"Yeah! Duh! Yeah Anitha"
"No, it NOT AnitHa. It's Anita. Anita Kumar!"
"Uh! Umm! Sure! Anita Kumari"
"NO! NOT KumarI. KumaR! Anita KumaRrrr!"
I still agree with the 'Kumari' one though. It goes against all instincts in Tamil to think a girl can carry a 'Kumar' as her name, surname though it is. And so it persisted all through her college life - the AnitHa KumarI who wasn't quite. And I'm fast catching up with her on this! So please guys!

Now, onto the third rule, which I somehow think I'm going to be very happy doing.
Passing the tag along in exactly the same way surnames were passed on - scapegoats :
Curious : The perpetual aadu
Markiv : Nobody told me I can't tag the tagger back
Raakesh : I know you're gonna kill me for this.
Crazybugga : For questioning me on the sanity of comment moderation
Calculus : Cheerio man! Get back to English writing!

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Review: The Spy Who Came In From The Cold - John Le Carré

Book Name: The Spy Who Came In From The Cold
Author: John le Carré
Year: 1963
Genre: Spy Fiction

Comment:
This came very highly recommended from a friend and NYT and TIME rank it the all time best spy novel, even ahead of Ludlum's Bourne series. The plot is pretty simple, there are no unexpected twists, the story moves forward seamlessly, and the script contains events that would have been original when the novel first came out but have now become movie clichés. But Carré lacks behind Ludlum in the psychology part - there just aren't enough passages about what's running through the protagonist's mind. The mental struggle a spy must be experiencing, the fear, the anxiety, the adrenalin rush - none of these have been worked upon so that the story moves like a film with you watching the principal characters playing out their parts rather than you really feeling like you are a part. So, in all, a decent read; no jumping off buildings hero business, no loose ends, but I felt there are far too many pages dedicated to the building up of the character and a summary of his days (the pages with what he ate where and how he worked in the library) - almost like in HP7 where Harry and Hermione sit and move around a lot so that the days passing by are accounted for but nothing worthwhile has been added to the plot.

My Rating: 3/5.
Bourne any day!