Random Musings

It was a calm Saturday today, and I spent most of the day in, alternately reading and watching a movie or three. I’d had a substantial lunch, so I wasn’t even very hungry, and those of you who know me are probably staggered by that statement. In any case, around nine thirty, I decided to go out and buy a couple of packets of Lays, since I was hungry again (ah, normal service resumes).

So I shrugged on a sweatshirt, wore my jeans, and stepped out of my apartment. In the corridor outside, two five year old girls were running up and down. As I pulled the door shut, they suddenly came up to me, and in perfect unison, said, “Can we see your house, please?”. I was taken aback, since I’ve never spoken to them. However, since the house was pretty clean, I said, “Why not”, and let them in.

They ran around the house quickly, said “It’s a very nice house”, and scampered out. It was quite amusing. I wonder what manner of strange beast I was harboring inside my house.

It’s the end of the month, which means it’s the beginning of the next, which means that it’s salary time! It will be nice to be briefly rich again, before I have to pay the rent, and the bills, and all that. For a few hours at least, I’ll have a lot of money

I’m looking forward to the new year. It’s always the same, no matter how bad or good the year has been, there’s just something about the next year coming up that bring cheer to the heart. And for this journal, it will be three years all done. It was actually four, but I was stupid, and accidentally wiped out my first year of posts. It’s been good fun, writing this, and I’m going to keep on going. All this disjointed, extremely sanitized, inoffensive, carefully-mentions-no-names-or-other-identifiable-information writing is fun.

It fun, because on the one hand, it’s an intensely personal thing. Yes, I know blogs are supposed to be public outpourings of every little detail of life, but I’ve never liked that idea. At the same time, I’ve tried keeping a personal journal, but I find that a little disconcerting as well. I don’t like writing down details, even if it’s just for me. What I’ve evolved over the past three (four!) years of writing on this site is an interesting compromise. I write stuff that I wouldn’t be worried about anybody reading, since it is on a public website, and all these bits are flying around on servers across the world, and who knows where they end up. At the same time, if I read it later, it should evoke what I felt at that time, and the circumstances surrounding that post, and it should remind me of things that I may have forgotten. I hadn’t actually been able to test this till now, since the events were still fresh in my memory, but now, when I go back and read posts from three years ago (Hedgehogs, Bears, and many more), it actually does work!

I remember all the other stuff that’s not written in the post, and some stuff that I have clean forgotten about came back to me. If I keep this going, it’ll be fun to look back in another few years. And despite many accusations of not writing enough, I do try and write a couple of times a month, at least. I’ve missed the odd month, and the mere absence of those months is enough for me to remember what I was up to at the time. Some good stuff, some not so good

My posts are backed up now, to two separate locations, so I ought not suffer the indignity of losing everything.

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and one more frenzy is born. It’s a mad mad world. The cities are under siege. The villages are dark and silent. What about the small little people? We sit and type into little boxes on our computer, while outside all is quite quiet.

There is less rhyme or reason these days. No more is there a feeling of order and rightness.

Ah well, minds wiser than mine dwell on these pressing issues. What can I add to the wisdom of the teeming crowds?

News travels fast these days, doesn’t it? No sooner does it happen anywhere in the world, the rest of the world knows it. But still, news is not always information. And forming an opinion based on insufficient information, is that a good thing? It would seem not, but every day, it happens.

Complete information is also an impossibility. And if you wait forever and a day for that, the moment passes. So, you do the best you can. Everyone has their own standard for what constitutes enough information. I have mine, and you have yours.

Enough of this. I am following a train of thought, but I’m only writing every third sentence, so naturally it comes across as rather silly stuff. It’s quite late now. Goodnight.

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The white sneakers with the frayed laces and the holes in them. Always a size too small because your feet kept on growing. The very same sneakers that climbed up trees, and down holes, and balanced precariously on walls while you tried to reach that elusive ledge, never once fearing that you would sway ever so gently to the edge and all come crashing down. And when you did grab that damn ledge, you realize that you have whitewash all over your clothes.

But who cares anyway. It’s crispy and clear, and it’s only seven am. So much of the day is left. There’s just the right amount of breeze for perfect kite flying, and you have brand new manjha to try out. What manjha? It’s called Panda, and it’s a steely grey, evoking images of battleships and submarines ripping through enemy fleets, even though the name may be cuddly and cute. You prefer to think of it as a Ninja Panda, with a healthy dose of Shaolin thrown in.

Three hours later, the sun is a bit hotter, and the day is not that comfortable. The sweat is running into your eyes as you squint at the sun, since the wind has shifted. Panda is going strong though, so all is forgiven. Eight have fallen, fluttering away into the distance, and your triumphant yell has split the morning stillness many times over.

Your opponents have given up and gone down, helped by sundry yells from the elders in their families. The sky is clear, and you look around, looking and hoping for one more, just one more bout before you go down for breakfast. Sadly, the skies are deserted, and there is no one in sight. You down arms, and reel it back in, victorious and undefeated. Some kites are special, and need to be carefully stored. They have lasted, against all odds, for many days, and even though you can seem them start to get a little tattered, you save them for one last glorious leap into the skies, launched by laughter and love.

This year, I’m probably going to miss out on Sankranti, for the first time in eighteen years. It’s not the best feeling in the world.

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There is a fine place to be, on a winter’s eve. With the wind outside raising merry hell, merrily. And the ioutsides of your insides shivering away, trying to be inside your outsides. Steam rises from a warm cup of tea, and the fragrance of cookies fills the air. Rootie Kazootie peeks at you from a corner, and you catch a glimpse of Gala Poochie Pup running down the corridor.

The magic in the air is palpable, almost, and it’s a moment frozen in time.

But now, it’s a day later (No time travel, I just saved a draft), and it’s time to think about the elements of the periodic table. Why the Periodic Table? Well, dummy, it’s a periodic table, which implies periodicity, and that period of periodicity has come to its periodic end, right now, this instant. So get with the program, huh?

Yes, so looking at the much maligned periodic table, I can see all you history geeks cursing it. Well, you know what, I know this guy who had the whole damn thing memorized! Yes, Mama, I’m talking about you. And here’s the cue for all you chemistry geeks to snigger and say, what he only had the periodic table memorized? For us, organic chemistry was a walk in the park-blindfolded, lame, and with wild dogs chasing us. (Yes, you punctuative pedants, I know that should have been an em-dash in that last line, but I’m typing this on my laptop, so gimme a break, huh?)

Geeks, geeks, everywhere. Here a geek, there a geek, everywhere a geek geek.

Yes, it is that time of day/year, when I write about whatever my fingers type. They, like, have this mind of their own, like, y’know, like..ummm..whatever.

Good day, and all we need is for the X360 price to drop by a few gazillion Zimbabwean dollars, so us poor tech analysts can afford it again.

Berry, why berry? Berry bold, that’s why. Coldplay is cold, but it plays nevertheless. It ain’t a playa though. Who da playa? How the heck would I know? I can’t even understand this thick accents.. you kids better get the heck off my lawn!

Bye bye, rock a bye bye, feel it, heal it, reel it in, reel it in! Don’t let it get away, oh no, you did, you did you did, run run run, head for the hills, don’t leave your pets behind, hold on to your hats, women and children first, first is the comma of timely intervention, invention is the mother of my aunt’s uncle who has a beard and isn’t my aunt, since he has a beard, and I’ll take a breath and stop now!

Phew!

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for a subject line, so I just leave that be, and continue on. It’s Saturday, the origins of which are shrouded in mystery, but which is universally acknowledged to be a day of rest, one day before the actual day of rest. A day of peaceful contemplation, ideally spent mostly in bed.

Sadly, I had to clean the house. Sweep it, take eight kilograms of clothes to the laundry (yes, eight… 8), fold stuff, put other stuff away, and so on. So I did. Cleaned away. It wasn’t too bad.

Why exactly am I putting up mundane details here? Well, Mom said to me today “what’s the point of a blog that you don’t write on”. Well, this isn’t exactly a blog, but what can I say, except Hi, Mom.

So well, what’s there to say? Nothing much at all. So I’ll stop.

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So, here’s a tip for all those who are dying to copy a Vista partition from a HDD to an SSD.. (all three of you) make sure the damn partition is active, or it ain’t going ta boot, and then you’ll spend the better part of a day making a fool of yourself trying to figure it out. I’m not saying that I did this, of course. Not a chance. Not me. Nay, nix, nyet, nevaaar!

Stupid wordpress keeps bugging me to update. I’m sick of it, and I’m not going to, at least not till this site gets hacked and starts selling male enhancement tools.

I was watching some TV, and they were showing basketball.. and I realized that I haven’t played in months. This must stop now. I shall go and play this very weekend. And then realize that I suck, since I haven’t played in so long, and come back all demoralized. But No! submit shall I not to the forces of darkness. Rage, rage and all that sorta thing. (not real rage, poetic rage; it’s very different indeed)

Time to head to bed. I know this is a short post, but I do have to go to work tomorrow, and I’ve been faffing around for a couple of hours. So I shall sleep now, and perhaps return to write in a few days.

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