DYNAMITE-SAMOSA

This one's about dynamite hot samosas, naughty missing children and the shopkeeper with the warm cold-drinks.

(hopefully) Coming soon...

started a total tweet of an experiment

Check out: http://blog.learningmate.com/wordpress/?p=21

I started a total tweet of an experiment at work.
lotsa people show lotsa interest. Key is keeping it alive. I hope it all works out.

big thanks to Atul for making it possible.

I love it when "it" makes a difference.

:) :) :)

emosanal atyachaar!!!

check out the Dev.D trailer!!! (http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=jpCxyL86zYQ)

bloody wow huh!!!

It looks like Anurag is all set to rock again!

too good Anurag! way to go... total emosanal atyachaar!!!

yay!

THE ORIGIN OF LIFE AND WHY WE ARE LOOKING IN THE WRONG PLACE

God created Life.
God, being a being several levels above Life.

The Life was given the power to control everything.
Life was magical. Wizard.

Life understood (and could make good use of):

• Gravity
• Elector-magnetism
• Strong Force
• Time
• Emotions
  

So whatever life would want, it would get, instantly.

Consider:
If it wanted a car below it's bum, it would not aim, and work and earn and yearn it.
If it wanted a car below it's bum, it would already have the car below it's bum.

If it wanted a golden lollipop while sitting in the comfy car, and cruise on a giant banana, it would already be doing so. Because that is all you can wish for, once you have magic and you have everything else that you can get from magic.

Life knew strong force, it could become any form it wanted and that is why it had no form.

Life was a mathematician, artist, linguist, computer programmer, film-maker all at the same time, and it did not need to be any of these at any time, since it understood (and could make great use of):

• Gravity
• Electro-magnetism
• Strong Force
• Time
• Emotions
  

Life existed for less than an instant of an instant and got everything it wanted from that minute minute of time. Just before Life would end, it would create more Life, so that every instance of every instance would be alive.

Life did not need God, at least that is what Life thought (we all do, don't we?).

God did need Life, for God needed to feel important (we all do, don't we?).

So the situation got uncomfortable.

There was a tussle that lasted for an instance of an instance and after the longest brief periods, a truce came to be (that is all it takes for a truce).

Life: Life would de-evolve.
God: In return, Life would live longer.
Over-all: It would be livelier than it was now.

So, all Life went to the future, and God turned back time.

Life would live and spawn a parent.
The parent had lesser control (and understanding) of:

• Gravity
• Electro-magnetism
• Strong Force
• Time
• Emotions

Over millions of billions of years, Life de-evolved, until it only understood (and could make good use of):

• Gravity
• Electro-magnetism

Since, it lost the strong force, it gained the first form.
It became a small single celled bacterium, living for a little more than an instant, living beneath the great seas.

And, then God let the time be.

The small single celled bacterium, over a few millon years has evolved into you.

And this is why most scientists cannot find the true origin of Life.

For Life did not come from before the bacterium, it came after it.

God is still a being being several levels above it all.

:) :) :)

ideate regurgitate

These are ideas, (I find them to be cliches) that I must get out of my brain, to get it working smoothly again. Maybe they can (I am sure they can) become good stories once they get out.
If you do make something out of it, do let me know. If I and up making something out of these I'll put it up here... :)


The 9th Hurry

Man named Hurry Prasad googles for his name.
Google points out 12 results.
He starts looking at them one by one.
Finds himself at #9. The link pointing to him is dead.
8 of the 12 men listed are dead too.
He decides to meet the other 4.
Then what?

I had read somewhere that you can connect to any other person in the world, and the chain would have at most five links (some hokey theory, I don't remember the source... probably true... like monkeys typing Hamlet etc.)e.g. I know a friend, who knows another firend, whose brother's wife's uncle is the president. So I connected to the president in 5 steps.

Who knows where these 5 Hurrys would go?

but why Google?
why not the local telephone directory?
Google is global dude!

It's probably just another cliche...probably better
THE END


The Real Reality

Unrelated Bunch of People (UBP) have issues in their lives.

"Can't solve it" is a proposed reality show for a TV channel.
The production company is shooting the pilot.
Reality shows need live audience to sit and clap.
This show is very strange ( what is the strange ness???)
This is a Strange Reality Show (SRS).

Our UBP lands up at the "Can't solve it" pilot.

The SRS really gives them a new perspective on life and on their issues.
You know, the old "finding yourself" plot, only done in the way love actually did love stories.

The UBP goes back home with a fresh insights on their nature and their issues.
Still, some "can't solve it", but some do.
THE END.

The SRS really needs to be Strange and still be Real.
Plausible. SRS should not look made up, instead blend seamlessly into the story, add value to the story.


The Small Path

There is a small path I saw today.
I walked up it, it hel the promise of unseen explorations.
But, my view was blocked with a curtain of coconut trees.
Blah!!! Blah! Blah...

This is well aged cheese, Rich and inedible.
But, it could be so many stories... so many cliches...
It could BE!
THE END
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There...
nice brain release!
Ah!

say YES.

Look
say YES

You can't ignore me
I am going to try

I mean
Look
say YES

Just 'cause I go speechless
when you are there

Hey!
Look
say YES

You've never forgiven me
for not saying it when I could

but
Look
say YES

'cause I could never forget you
but never said when I could

and
Look
if you said YES

I'll get a chance I
don't deserve

but hey!
Look
before you say YES

'cause you'd give me a chance you
once wanted to

and I
Look
before I say

you have limitations
I do too

and
Look
say YES

no limit is as
limitless as your no

your
Look
your YES

its not about skin
its not about sex

your
Look
your YES

its about skin
its about sex

just
Look
say YES

for a mad mind
a madder heart

but
Look
DON'T say YES

I am in my senses
for a mo[ment]

no, no
Look
SAY YES

my senses just
went out the door

and
Look
I cry

for you
to say YES

and
Look
I long

you you would
feel YES

and
I, I
will cry

happy-crazy to see
your sweet YES

and
I, I
will die

crazy-happy if
you did someday

say YES.

let it be

how can it be
that the only words of wisdom
i see, i see
"let it be, let it be"

how can i
how could i
when i see, when i see
i want to be, i want to be

with all what i want
with all that could be
the only wisdom, i see, i see
let it be, let it be

i try hard hard
i try true too
for all there would be, i
let it be, let it be



don't know what tune it came from
can't say what song it'll be
this thought now amongst us
let it be, let it be

Un-Poem

I, sort of, can't stand writing poems.

1. It's easy to play with words.
2. It gives you a false pretense of being "deep", I don't want to be deep, I want to be good.
3. It's really hard to write a good poem, not that I am scared, I think I am still not good enough. I think I will be if I try hard enough. Everybody thinks that. ;)
   
4. I do not know the technicalities.
   
5. Not many people understand them, they can't see beyond the wordplay, not that these people understand prose either... I think I just wrote #5 to take the tally to 5 ;)

but still, I, sort of, love reading them a lot!

The other day I watched Julie Taymor's Across the Universe. It totally blew me away!!!
It used all of The Beatles' songs and used them well. And (blasphemy to The Beatles' fans) the one song I had never heard was "Let it be".
Once I heard it, I heard it again and again. And the song, and the film sort of pushed me to a point where I had to indulge in some word play.

What came out did look like a poem, but, it's probably too hacky-faulty to be a poem. Not that any of other work here is any better, but, it's just that I do not want you to think I am deep.

So, for the lack of a better word... let's call it an "Un-Poem"
I called it "let it be" inspired by The Beatles' song "Let It Be".
:) :) :)
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P.S. I do want you to think I am good, but, I won't say it out loud... hehe.

A Hope for the Lost Gray book

Lets hope I do manage to find another copy of the book.

rediscovering Alasdair Gray

Hello Shaurya?
umm.. uh! hehllow...

Yes, yes, okay. We need clarifications on today's events.
okay.

You do understand the gravity of the situation, right?
Yes, yes, sir, the gravity, the irony and the poetry of it, I understand it all...

Do not play words with us. Understood?
okay.

Right then we begin, where it starts.
okay.

One of your Favorite Authors?
Alasdair Gray.

Number of books written by this author?
several.

How many of these have You read?
ONE.

Title?
Ten Tales Tall and True.

Why not more?
Partly because his books are difficult to find.
Partly because the ones I found (Lanark, Book of Prefaces) were expensive.

What about the one you read?
It touched a vein. I connected to it. ______ fill this space with more clichés as possible to indicate that, the book rocked, and it rocked my world too.

...Aaaand?
After two years of:

1. dog earing the pages of the book,
2. trying (unsuccessfully) to write screenplays on 'loss of golden silence' and 'homeward bound' and 'you' and 'fictional exits' and 'ten tales tall and true'
3. how did he do it!!!
4. hero worshiping the author,
5. how did he do it!!!
6. trying (unsuccessfully) to write screenplays on 'loss of golden silence' and 'homeward bound' and 'you' and 'fictional exits' and 'ten tales tall and true'
7. dog earing the pages of the book.

We do not appreciate your incoherent rant! Keep your emotions to yourself, just say the facts please. What happened?
I managed to loose it...the book I mean, I am sorry.

Hmmm... go on. How did you manage to do this?
I went to withdraw money from the ATM. I left two things there:

1. The Book (Ten tales tall and true, Alasdair Gray)
2. A Cheque-book (UTI Bank, Bombay)

Classic pathetic. So What Happened Next?
Irony, Gravity, Poetry.

Facts Please, It's the last time we tell you this...

1. I lost the book, but, found the author.
2. Alasdair Gray writes a blog.
3. He writes it on blogger, http://alasdairgray.blogspot.com/

like I said, poetry, gravity, irony, in no particular order.

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P.S. I intend to block my chequebook and buy another copy of the same book, today. The old one was about 200 pages, 500 Rupees. A little more that 2 Rupees a page, too less for the great work, too much for my pocket.

~ ~~The Aneristic Break~~ ~ ~ ~

"The Aneristic Illusion" took a break.
For reasons, most people, mostly may never excuse, for being a little more than excuses. And for commas, most people, mostly will excuse, for being, mostly, misplaced.

I intend to start this again, in a day or so.

Intend.
Intent.

Several interesting things have happened in the mean time.
The most interesting happened today.

to be discussed...

:)

The Aneristic Illusion - 04

Shank

“Do you always speak so much?” Shank asked Sa.
That stopped his rant about what all he has studied about project Eagle.
It was 17th September, project Eagle kickoff meeting.

Shank, Somu, Sa, Prana, Surey and Shujit were sitting around a large table, the table sat in a large conference room. The conference room was named “Amazon” and sat in a large company called “Learning Learner's learning”. The company sat in Mumbai. Mumbai in India, India on Earth, Earth in a Universe where everything had a purpose and nothing made sense…

Somu smiled.
Prana, Surey, Shujit continued sitting quietly.
Sa lowered his eyes into his notebook.
[So much for first impressions…]

“First impressions first!” Shank leaned on the table.
Amused expressions on his face, hard flint in his eyes.

“Hi everyone! I am Shank Abraham Milestogo…”

[I have heard about him, he is an ADM here, isn't it?]

“I am an ADM with the organization and I am…”

[my BOSS for project Eagle… Sigh!]

“… excited to be a member of this team, for a shiny new project called Eagle…”
[uh! "member of the team” ??? This is either very GOOD or very very BAD!!!]
["technically” sound?]

“Owing to my profile, I am not too inclined towards matters of a technical nature…”
[BAD!!! I knew it! The same story again!]

“…but I feel that Eagle will be a challenging project…”
[see? BAD!]
[Why is Somu nodding his head???]
[STOP thinking to yourself Sa!]
[Pay attention to what he is saying…]

“… and therefore I am willing to learn.”
[uh!?!? LEARN? This could be GOOD…]
[no no.. false hope… why would he be any different…]

“… see challenges are a part of life, but what makes a difference, is our confidence in ourselves and…”
[Hah! This is a joke Shank… The guy before you stripped me bare of mine! I came here, a roaring lion, and look at me now – a sad, soggy eager-to-please-you puppy with my tail between my legs… No! Confidence is not the only thing that matters… what matters more is…]

“… our TRUST in each other… and in our TEAM.” Shank finished the last words slowly, as if, he meant every one of it.
[huh!!!]
[This could be GOOD!!!]
[first manager of my life who talks of TRUST!!!]
[Hope!!! Hope and goodness!!!]

Shank's manner was calm, calculated, facts-at-face-value and the flint in his eyes glinted with honesty.

“So Sa! What IS Sa?” Shank's eyebrow arched in question.

“Uh! It’s the first note of classical music…” Sa replied.
[but I like Hindi film music more you know… not that you’d want to know…probably…]

“Ooooh!” Shank’s onomatopoeia had a slight lilt to it …
“Acutally I like Hindi film songs a lot more!” the eyebrow relaxed, Shank smiled.

Sa looked up from his notebook...

And started smiling to himself.
["It'll be interesting, not only challenging, but cool too!" Somu had said...]
[This could be really GOOD!!!]

The kick off meeting was underway…

The Aneristic Illusion - 03

Somu Smile The Thought

Somu sat on his desk, tapping his fingernails on the mouse.
On his computer glowed an email that said "Eagle on 17th!"
For him Project Eagle was already on.

He had very little time, lesser budget, and too many challanges to score for this one. Challenges that were mostly vague, the kind that become "unforseen circumstances" later.
"So what's new?" he was thinking. "Let's just keep thinking, keep the smile on and even this will come to pass."


"It'll be interesting, not only challenging, but cool too!" Somu Smail L'penser, smiled.
Sa had just logged on to his computer.

The office had no cabins, just partitions, if you stood up, you could see everybody who was in. Everybody.

"...Aaand HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BARTHDAAY TOO YOUUU!" Hiru had asked people to sing for Sa.

Surprised and embarrassed, Sa stood up, simpered.
Somu came over smiling and shook his hand.

"So, how is Pablo shaping up?" he asked, over the din.
"There's supposed to be a delivery today on that Pablo, the Project Manager said I may have to stay late..." Sa replied.

"Haaappy BaarrDay tuuu deaaaar Saaaaaa!..."

"Oh! okay! I wanted to tell you about this new project that we have - Eagle - it's a complex one, little time, a lot of work" Somu said.
"So whats new?" Sa thought.

"...Haaappy BaarrDay ...Haaappy BaarrDay ..."

"It'll be interesting, not only challenging, but cool too!" Somu continued

"Haaappeeee Baaaarrrrrt Daaaaaayyyy....."

"you'll be starting from the 17th of this month."

"...twoooooo youuuuuuuuuu." clap! clap! clap! clap!

"Okay." Sa smiled a shrug and looking around, waved a small thank you to the happy birthday claps.

"Oh! and by the way!" Somu came back again, "what IS NEW this time, is that you'll be working with..."

The Aneristic Illusion – 02

Star Wars Sa

ZWWAAooZZ! ZZZZAP! BZZZT! PHIISSSSHHHHZZZZAP!
The micro zero-theta focus field makes everything slow.
It makes laser shots so slow that they travelled slowly and...and... you could dodge them if they we aimed at you (AFTER they were fired obiviously).

Temptation was dodging several, while running on the liquid neon surface, there was no cover, she had to keep running, now and then tripping on her own shadow!
Tiny beads of sweat appeared around her full, pink, flower petal mouth...
[Temptation - heroine - describe delicious femenine body here - looking for Strength]
[Strength - hero - tall - muscles - eye gear - wrist watch he can talk into - looking for "a way out"]
[ S + T - met on the Alien Space Ship]
[...love and lust...]
[But the friendly, little aliens... were niether]
[...and so it is...]
[...]

[Uh! am I stealing?]
[Is it real enough?]
[Is it believable?]
[I shouldn't steal,]
[BE AN ORIGINAL!!!]
[but... will pipl like it???]
[...]
[doIreallycare!]

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
The reminder on the mobile phone started ringing.
Sa closed his pen, not even noon and another day wasted already.

He started getting dressed - wearing his shirt now.

For close to a month now Sa had been trying to write his SFF masterpiece.
- splashing cologne... Some Hair gel.

Each morning for all he could try - Sa would get nowhere in his story, and would inevitable get late for the office.
- Combing the hair
[another tuft gone gray]
[The pot belly is looking particularly hedious today!]
- Socks
[When will I loose weight...]
- Shoes
[... be a little more likable]
- wallet, satchel, keys
[wife depends on me]
- check all taps, switch off gadgets
[make her happy]
- lock door
[be this X]
- elevator
[be that Y]
- taxi
[be...]
[Ah!]
- office.
[well!]
[hell!]
- reception desk.
[take a deep breath and get on with it!]
- the programmer's bay, his desk in it.

It was September 1st, 2007.
Sa's birthday.

The Aneristic Illusion - 01

Prologue

S C R E E E A A M S ! ! !
Gory,
Laboured,
Helpless Screams.
"Oh! God that's me!" she realized.
And then came another wave of pain and she closed her eyes.

...in the end,
it was all right.
But, before the end came...
things went horribly wrong.

This is the story of it all; As I felt it.
I am She.
Listen… again…

"Uh! someone is screaming again.."
Bloodied.
Laboured.
Helpless Screams.
"Oh! God that IS me!"
"Oh! not again, no, please no!" she wanted to scream again and...
then came another wave of...
She closed her eyes.

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The Aneristic Illusion - 00

The Aneristic Illusion
Before we begin.

The following is based on distortions of true events, as I experienced them.
The names have been changed to support character sketches.
The identities, however, are still naked.
Almost all of it is true.
The part that is not true, is politically correct.

:)

...A TRAILER OF SELF REALIZATION...

S C R E E E A A M S ! ! !
Gory,
Laboured,
Helpless Screams.
"Oh! God that's me!" she realized.
And then came another wave of pain and she closed her eyes.

SCREAMS!!!
Gory, Bloodied.
Laboured.
Helpless Screams.
"Oh! God that IS me!"
"Oh! not again, no, please no!" she wanted to scream again and...
then came another wave of...
She closed her eyes.

...in the end,
it was all right.
But, before the end came...
things went horribly wrong.

This is the story of it all.

Ladies and Gentlemen, presenting

"The Aneristic Illusion : Thus it became so"

The story of the team of Project: OSPREY

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coming soon to a blog near you...
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No Soap, In A Soup.

January
February
March
Three unpardonable months.
I had PROMISED myself atleast a story a month. I did not know that I'd ditch myself again so soon.
But, it was no soap, because, I was in a soup.
I fought quiet a fight, and finished quiet a project.
When I discuss it all with my Project Manager, Shashank, he says "You know what? To me it was all about self realization..."
Too true.
To me too Shashank.

And so, I wrote the story of "She", the team, my team.
And I wrote the Story of "It", the project, our project, Osprey.

but, hey, was "She" just the "She" I say "She" is? or Was "She" someone else?
I think "she" was me, and "she" could be you too...
and how is it that "It" became so?

It's a long tale...it was a long project.
But, I promise to keep it as short as possible.
:) :) :)

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(pssst...and don't feel too heavy, it's actually almost a comedy, hehe)

A new year's wish.

A new year!!!

Happy-
Life in every Limb,
Eager Rush in every Life,
Fresh Mornings in each Rush,
Gleamy dreams in each Fresh,
And Stars in each Dream.

Wish you!