Lilith's Children

They came from the gutters.
They came from gleaming spires.
Flawed, imperfect, beautiful,
Spawn of a thousand sires

Taking the grotesque with the divine,
Laid down the stones of heaven,
They toiled for an age,
For the one who worked for one but seven.

But they were cast aside,
Burnt with the sword aflame,
For someone else's fall,
For someone else's shame.

So they rejected the one.
The one who chose not to know.
And the son of man? The whore, the fool?
They killed him long ago.

Parteh

Just back from another office 'party'. After spending thousands of rupees, we go to these places to whine about people we do not like to hang out with, drink cheap ass alcohol, eat bad food and watch some really ugly people dance to some really bad music. I have decided now, I am not going to attend any office parties. Fuck this shit.

Melodramatic

... sigh. Fuck.

Middleman

I'm back from a long day at work and a friend and I were having a strage introspective conversation for some reason. I whined about my favorite whine - there is no purpose (spoon?). To which my friend responded thus: "Well you know your life has always been the life of a middeling path, you were successful, but never the best and at the same time never the worst, therefore you have never experienced either extreme to define the very meaning of euphoria". This surprising (at least to me) insight into my life was well... surprising... Fuck! I gotta shave my head and wreck a history museum. I am the all singing... yada yada yada...

Break the code... Not really

The new Sony Vaio Z commercial being aired here struck me as rather ironic. The ad shows a man working on an ultra small laptop and forced to use a magnifying glass to use it. Then comes a girl with a huge laptop she's having difficulty carrying. The shot pans out and we see all the actors being turned into ceramic dolls denoting the sameness of all the laptops (all of these have something that's inconvenient). Now in walks the Sony Vaio guy. He's super cool, he's wearing hep clothes and is walking as all cool people do. And bam all the bad laptops turn into Sony Vaio Z's and the people come back to life.

Now comes the ironic part, throughout the ad the following song is being played:

I'm not you and you're not me,

But I look around and all I see is me, (ceramic transformation done)

Change the code, break the code,

Take the new road (Sony Vaio saves the day!)

Followed by the new Sony tagline - Like no other...

How are people breaking codes if they use the same laptops?

Phbbt!

Free Willy... uh huh huh huh huh

This was mine...

Comic art concept lifted off flyyoufools. Go check it out!

Monkeydoodle #1

There is no spoon...

Hm

Observation: Two of my friend's blogs that were lying dead for the past few months have been mysteriously posted upon. Coincidence?

Out of the bluh

Scientific ideas come from broken homes. They have either fathers* or mothers. Very few have mommies and daddies. That's why they end up making such a mess of things**.

*Case in point, Alan Turing is the father of modern computing. Where's the mother, bitches?

**Further case in point, as of right now, millions of 'modern computers' are hooked on to a hive brain that will drain all our individuality and we will be reduced to pointless husks looking for a punchline. This was my attempt.

Meh

A few weeks back, Alka told me that there is a sort of a group of artists in Delhi where people meet up and generally mingle. I was pretty excited and finally went today. And what happened? I wasted four hours of my time listening to kids in a choir practice.

The good:

• They can use harmonies like crazy. Very nicely strung out vocal ensemble.

The bad:

• The average Joe in the group is still in school. I feel too old.
• The music they play is too hopeful for my taste (To give a sample, "giants/ do fall/ the higher they are/ the harder they fall" ... ugh!)

The ugly:

• The vocal choir has no creative control. In fact no one has creative control besides a rather small clique of people. I am too big an egoist to be a part of something like that.

All things being said, the group is quite good if you are looking for sort of a free vocal class. You will definitely get your Harmonies under control. But sadly no use to me (not because I am an awesome vocalist but because I am not a vocalist at all!).

The group is called Artists Unlimited. Look them up if you like.

A cynic

Need not know anything but gets to criticize everything. Kickass.

Splat!

I hate birthdays. They just make you realize that one more year has gone by and life hasn't changed much and won't change much either. I choose not to choose life.

My own Guy Montag

Stop! You are advised to continue if you have read Farenheit 451. If you haven't, then run to your nearest bookstore (as soon as it opens), buy the book, read the book and come back. Go on then chop chop.

Now, it seems that I've found my personal Guy and it is called Wikipedia. In fact the damn site is super Guy. Guy just burnt books. The site is burning books, movies and video games for me. Why you ask? You see, I am a working man now. Due to which, my reading/ watching and gaming time has been drastically cut down. I manage a few chapters where I read the whole day, I have to plan to watch a movie, I get only a few hours of gaming time per day... Now Wikipedia is one of the few entertaining sites permissible at work. So I end up reading the 'plot summaries' fo everything. After that, the book/movie/game just isn't fun anymore.

Woe is me. Damn you Wikipedia!

Rokking

Was watching the TV after a long time and thanks to the shitty satellite signal I was stuck with MTV. There to my utter horror I saw five new filmy songs with distorted guitars on peppy Punjabbi beats (With a gyrating Saif Ali Khan and swooning Rani Mukharji to boot).

Now I think I have ranted somewhere about the fear of Black T-shirts. Imagine an India where braindead idiots not only wear Black T-shirts with Metchul Band names on them but also with Himesh, Pritam and Annu Mallick Black T-shirts... Exactly!

To convey a measure of my horror, I leave you with this image.

You can check out any time you like...

OK appraisal time is coming to work, so the management is trying its best to flog us to death (I've been spending insane hours at work lately). A key objectives this time is to get us to do several irrelevant training modules over the company intranet. One of the module had me in splits. The module dealt with better interview techniques and how to find the perfect company fit. Every training session is followed by an online QA session and the expected answers put the bullshit we filled during our college days to shame. Read on babby!






And finally, the best for last. This one tackles a major issue - attrition (though I cannot understand why would this be asked while hiring someone, but well, we all know, those who can't do, manage)

Oh but you can never leave... Muhuhahahahahahahahahaha

Kill-ing 2008

I have several 'productivity enhancement applications' installed at work. Including E-mail.

I get several forwards during the week and they may range from inane stunts recorded on video, guilt trip mails, wrath of god mails and plain bullshit. But I recieved a mail that truly and beautifully captured an issue that has been pissing me off for a long time. This is that mail:







Pictures do speak louder than words...

Amnesty has recorded 470 confirmed death penalties in China in 2007

China does not officially disclose the number of capital punishment cases

Citius (ferinus), Altius (barbarus), Fortius(dementis)?

Spiral

I am dying to sell to those who are dying to buy. The world, my friend, is basically fucked.

I am

OK this started out rather tame. I just noticed a 'pose a question to your friends' tab on Orkut. Feeling rather random I thought I should pose a question. The good people at orkut went through so much trouble developing that API, atleast someone should use it! Anyhow, so I started typing a question and got stuck on 'Are you...'.

Being an almost a habitual google abuser, I thought I should see what sort of 'are yous...' are available on the clickhickers guide to the Internet.

What I found instead, was a bunch of 'personality tests'. So fascinating! There are these tests for everything... they even tell you what sort of a Nigerian Spammer are you.

I got to know that I am...

Which File Extension are You?

What Classic Movie Are You?
personality tests by similarminds.com

I am Jetpac Man.


I love the outdoors; the sense of freedom, of adventure. I love the sensation of free-fall, and would parachute and bungee jump on a moment's notice. I know where I want to be, and I strive to get there, making great effort to collect what I need. I let nothing stand in my way. What Video Game Character Are You?


Which Nigerian spammer are You?


Which Trainspotting Character Are You?

Feeling wise I am yah stupid gadge!

Brave new world, brave new drugs...

Am about to try something called i-Doser. It's a software that uses binaural beats to stimulate brainwaves to simulate the effects of various psycho-active substances... Simply put, it's something that gives you a high (think Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds man!) when you listen to it through headphones.

Present state of mind - skeptic, curious... and a little hopeful ;)

Will report back later. Till then, 'scuse me while I kiss the sky...

Seek and ye shall find... And sometimes, you dont have to do even that!

Things have a funny way of turning themselves out. I have often found myself in situation that something takes my fancy - for instance a book, a song, a type of music... anything and suddenly I start seeing things like that all around or without really trying to.

A few weeks back I listened to this band called Iron and Wine at Bobby's suggestion and was hooked. It has a warm, beautiful sound. Can't really find any other adjective for it. Listen to it and you'll understand what am I talking about. Anyway, I was recently taking a music quiz and found this guy called Sufjan Stevens and it is nearly as warm and as beautiful as Iron and Wine. I use nearly not to suggest that it is lacking. But it is slightly different.
Guess if a new age guru heard this, he'd say shit like "While You Chase Destiny In The Grains of Sand, All The Trees of The Field Will Clap Their Hands"