Looks like the dreaded LTTE(without any doubt the worst tamil organization there was ever been) that has plagued the tamil world for about 25 years now is facing its death knell in the forests of Northern Sri Lanka. while there are many rejoicing this happening, many forget that this is also a worrying prospect for India.

The LTTE is going to be nullified as a military force in a matter of days, and even if the head honcho Prabhakaran is captured or killed, the LTTE is still going to survive as a terrorist organization, and one place where it could survive as a terrorist group is unfortunately Tamil Nadu. Inexplicable as it might be, the LTTE has a lot of sympathizers in the dravidian homeland with many political parties even openly talking in support of the "Tigers".

The even bigger problem is, the police force in TN is completely unprepared to deal with the threat of the "Tigers". The last time the tigers struck, they brutally assassinated the Prime Minister of India and many suspicious links between the tigers and the Tamil politicians were hushed up. Heck, Many of the same politicians are still around.

What needs to be done to deflate the "Tiger" sympathizers in India is to seperate the problems of the "Eelam Tamils" from the LTTE. The LTTE is not a representative of the Tamil's in Lanka. It has never been. The LTTE have not done the tamil community there a single favour so far. The plight of the Eelam tamil's will come to the forefront only when the sounds of the Bombs and Kalashnikov's die. Let us pray that the "plague of LTTE" doesnt hit our shores again.

So, after months of blogging inactivity, I ve been spurred to write against some of the comments in the Indian media which have disturbed me. Some random hindu right wing organization springs up again and decides to attack innocent people in a bar this time. The reason they came up with - The women were not following "traditional Indian morality".

To add insult to injury, a couple of politicians spring up to denounce what they call "pub" culture. what?? So I put out this question for all these little so called morality/righteousness/hindutva/Islamic organizations.

What is traditional Indian morality??

Has there been a "traditional India"?? no.. India was never "India".. that is why it is so diverse now. We were a loose alliance of many kingdoms for the greater part of 2000 years. we have had a few great dynasties and periods of great prosperity but was there ever an "India" before the British called us so??

I hate it when these organizations use the word "Indian" so freely. Which part of Indian heritage tells you that u can attack innocent women??

I have been neglecting my blogging duties for quite a while now. I just got a little bored with blogs for a bit and now that my nose is picking up the scent of blogs again, its time for me to assuage the depths of my soul by typing for the web's pleasure/displeasure some of the things that go on in my mind. But there is so much going on off late that I dont really know what to start with.

I used to be able to write short stories before. If u search through this blog for a time near its conception, u might find a couple. Now, Idk, I just dont seem to get that creative at all. There really arent that many things goin on in my life that are worth writing about.

Lets start with the latest Euros - has anyone seen a football tournament in the recent past that was any better?? has anyone seen a more talented team than the bunch of Spanish geniuses who lifted the trophy?? Watching them play reminded me that there are sweeter things to enjoy in life than video games. Riding on the wave of my "Ole" enthusiasm I started trying harder on the soccer field myself with disastrous consequences. As I type this "masterpiece" I am injured, for how long i dont know. Hopefully its a short layoff

The death of George Carlin came as a shock to me. I just loved that guy. If u dont know who he is, look him up.
George Carlin Bio

There is a whole bunch of videos of his awesome performances at
George Carlin's shows

Believe me its worth your time, you would be rolling on the floor laughing. Take it easy in hell George(there is no way he went to heaven), I will never see you there cause we all know am going to heaven..(God - u remember our deal right??).

what other news about me..And oh.. I bought a car!!! and the insurance is killing me!!! take it easy guys

and u too ladies :)

Yes, the familiar sad story of India's disappointing campaign in the Olympics has surfaced again but this time even before the Beijing 2008 Olympics started. Yes, for the first time in its history, the Indian Hockey team has not qualified for an olympics. Indian Hockey has been synonymous with the world game that even the basic dribble is now called the Indian Dribble.

But the warning signs have been there for atleast the last ten years. The emergence of Australia, Germany, and the Netherlands as dominant forces led to a complete lack of trophies for the India. Also there have been many a time when the Indian sides of the last ten years have fallen due to lack of tactical awareness. In a message to all the brilliant decision makers who sit on top of the Indian Hockey Federation - World Hockey has changed and India has been left behind.

The days of Dhyan Chand waltzing through defensive lines with deft strokes are over. International teams these days play a much better positional game that can shut out the best dribblers. It might be blasphemy to say this but international defences these days have the ability to shut out the best of dribblers and that could include Chand too. Also Chand was a wonder, the best player the game ever produced - you cant expect the lads of the current days to produce the kind of dribbles that Chand could do - they just dont seem to have the talent or innovation to do that.

The recent loss to Britain and failure to qualify for the Olympic games has one positive outcome - It has finally brought Hockey to the forefront as it has been craving for attention all these years. Cricket has dominated Indian sport so much that even the stalwarts like Chand (who has a statue erected for him in Germany and none in India) lack the kind of attention a half decent cricketer like Yuvraj Singh has. People have forgotten the heroics of our Hockey teams of the past but seem to remember every century of Yuvraj or Dhoni..

A few pointers to these willow obsessed fans - The Indian hockey team is the most successful team India has ever had playing a brand of sizzling entertaining hockey that left world audiences thrilled. In the Olympics, the Indian team has lifted 8 Gold, a silver and 2 bronze medals. But the worrying thing is - the last gold was 1980. It is unfortunate that nobody seems to be ashamed of the fact that we havent won a gold for over a quarter of a century. The achievements of the Indian cricket team are a pale shadow in comparison to the dizzying heights that hockey took us to.

Getting back to the basics - U cannot play the slow build up game anymore. International teams these days are really fast. They dont dribble much but only when they have to. I dont know how to drive it into the heads of the current crop of players, but they cannot dribble in from the wing anymore.. you are going to be tackled or fouled.. Another term that team India needs to know about is - "Counter Attack". The team seems to be completely unable to defend fast counter attacks and the defence is caught clueless when a through-ball is played in from the other side of the field. Teams like Holland and Australia score goals with ease against us on the counter attack. The defensive organization needs to be looked into.. it is abysmally bad.

Teams like Britain and Germany also base some of their tactics from football. Crosses from the wing and long through balls are some great innovations that teams from Europe have absorbed into their game. They have also brought in a more physical aspect to the game with crunching tackles. The average International player is much stronger than the Indian player and it is something that Indian hockey needs to learn to live with. Some teams have explosive forwards who can rip defences with their sheer pace. The only way India can counter this with guile and tactical organization.

Another issue is Money. Indian Hockey needs more money.. Money can raise the standards of the game more than the best motivational speeches and organization. I would say the current Indian Team is working overtime for the amount it is being played.. We need a stronger domestic league and International coaches who can bring us up to level with the current International tactics, and I cannot stress on the importance of more preparation before major tournaments.

And most importantly, the current idiots on top of the IHF should go. KPS Gill and Jyothikumaran should be sacked and the IHF should be transformed into a more modern and slick organization. A lot of changes need to be enforced and it will take some time to get them in place. Inaction of negligence anymore would result in further deterioration of the Indian game and the Ghosts of our past achievements would come back to haunt us everytime we lose. But to me, losing is always acceptable as long as we lose like lions.

Am hungry and so am angry, but I will never be able to explain this condition of mine that keeps me riveted to the computer, seeing things that I am gonna forget in two hours. If you guessed it by now - 10 points.. u bet ur ass this is a list of complaints. Some may call it a rant or diatribe but I dont prefer to use extreme words. In fact, in an effort to make this post cleaner to read for those who cant take extreme words, I replace the f word, the s word and whatever new expletive u use before ur verbs and adjective with the word super. This is a stolen idea from one of those things I saw on the computer and thought I would forget but apparently I dint.

Wisconsin is dull. You may call it whatever u want - dairy heartland of the US, the home of supering Harley Davidson, I dont give a supering shit. Its dull. You guys really need to bring more people into this state and if no one wants to come here, u little families here really need to super and make more population. U know what else u need - buses. I cant take a supering bus to work here and irony oh irony, the prices of your dairy products arent so low after all!! Dont u think its a little mental?? Its like someone comes to your house, steals ur food and sells it back to you.

5 Million people.. thats all Wisconsin has!! its so hard to find people here.. and and they are irritatingly proud of their cows.. I went to a bar here on friday night braving the supering -16 degree weather to trudge out of the house and there were like 5 people in the bar.. I had the feeling that they had more television screens than people there. Here came this nice looking waitress who asked me what I wanted. I asked her for some special Wisconsin beer. She gave me a supering brand called "Spot Cow". What the super does a cow have to do with a beer?? Its not like u milked a supering cow to get the beer did you?? stop associating everything with a supering cow!! if we did that in India the country should be called cowland.. But actually the beer was good.

So like a day and half passes and I was seeing this football game on the computer.. Real Madrid vs Getafe and I immediately got pissed. I am one of those supering sports fans who needs to know the names of all the overpaid supers playing on the field and it pissed me off that I dint know even one of them from Getafe. I also love it when one of these "Oh am so supering famous" players look like a supering retard and it happened right in front of my eyes!! and u bet ur ass I loved it!!

Real Madrid thought they scored a goal when one of their "Galacticos" was offside(if you dont know what it means, dont give a supering shit.. it was not a goal..) and it was rightly called so. But the supering Madridistas thought they scored and had began celebrating like they wouldnt care if their wives were being supered by someone else.. Getafe used this chance to punt the ball upfield and scored an actual goal before even half the Madrid team understood what happened. The guy who scored the goal was called Ikechukwu Uche..( I hope to God that his missus has a nickname for him for the night time activities..)

Hey, but its not all going to be dull this coming week, - Ice Storm baby!!, thats right even I dont know what it exactly is!! I guess blocks of ice falling from the sky would be a good guess.. The fact is there has been 81 supering inches of snow here this year. Its supposed to have broken all previous records and I am left stuck in this town wondering why the population is so low!!

I will be back with more observations about this place later, but now I really should eat some food..

As I shift base from urbane landscape of Chicago to the laid back snow desert that is Madison, WI for work, I cant help but feel a slight sense of apprehension on how am going to address my current living situation. In a flurry of activity over the last few days which meant trips to Chi-town and back, I have managed to secure an apartment, a drivers license, frozen food supplies and a job..

But now I have to protect my changing environment and apartment from a very nasty adversary - ME.. My decision to live alone was taken with a number of goals and ideas in mind but most significantly, I just wanted to see if I could do it. So due a bold decision taken with a certain determination brought about by the encouraging rent prices in Madison, I type this blog sitting in a one bedroom loft apartment in the eastern suburbs of this predominantly university town. Oh and by the way I also have a sprawling balcony.

People who know me enough by now are laughing inside just by thinking how am gonna go about doing this "I am gonna live alone" thing that I have set out to do. In fact, my ex-room mates warned me against this venture telling me in pretty blunt words that I dont have the attitude required to live alone and that am gonna make it more difficult for myself by doing this, and really I have to agree with them. But what am trying to do now is to learn to be more independent and add value to my persona ( to be interpreted as learning to cook, remembering to switch off lights and heat, not locking myself out.. etc;)

One thing that hit me during this very first week of living alone is the boredom. I attribute it mainly to the fact that the sound card in my computer does not work and hence I cant see movies, Secondly I need a TV, I also need a car and some friends but it takes a while for all that to be set up.. I am thankful that I have internet so soon.. If this current living state continues those who read this can expect many more entries from me on a variety of crappy subjects.. so keep ur RSS feeds tuned to this URL there's gonna be more posts soon.

So now its time for the big fight - Karthik Vs Karthik. The people who have been protecting me from myself are not around now and its time I face myself in this battle to death. I could always run away and get a room mate but I intend to see this through till the end. So as Hiawatha the great Native American chief would say before a war - "looo looo looool oool oooo lloooo eeee eeee eeee eeee aaah"(thats a war cry for those who dint understand it yet and shame on you too).. I declare this war open..

After an entirely unfruitful day of trying to master the art of not sleeping when seeing a movie without sound, I woke up for the third time in the same day,(night has just fallen)I decided lets update that little webspace that google has given me called the blog. So here I am trying to force some creativity off the top of my head. We all know how know how that is gonna work out. :)

The alarm bells are ringing. I need to start working again and I hope my employment authorization comes in quicker cause another couple of weeks like this would send me into a permanent coma. Inactivity is something that I cant live with and this month has been plain torture as a result.

The news is the only thing that really interests me now and all am talking about these days (mostly to the wall or myself) is about the American Presidential race and the phenomenon they call "The Global credit crunch". The prez race here is good cause its very different from that in India. Complain as much as I would about the United States, I have to say that they have one of the best electoral procedures in the world but somehow they still seem to end up with.... ok If I complete that line I may never get that employment authorization and so I stop here..

But yeah, back to the process.. The various nominees from each party go to each state and talk about how they are gonna address the issues concerning/not concerning the state and then there is an inital ballot in that state and according to the votes received, they judge who is ahead in which state and it proceeds this way till one candidate from a party receives a majority (I may not be entirely right.. in fact, there is a good chance that am entirely wrong.. so if ur interested, please check it out urselves) I should say this is as close as u can get to democracy..

Jumping countries, I just read somewhere that our revered poet Chief Minister of Tamil Nadu, Mr.MK wants to change the date of the Tamil New year to align it with the days of Pongal. The primary reason why it wont make sense is because people will have one holiday less.. thats mental isnt it??.

Secondly, Television channels will have to contend with a fall in revenue that they usually make on that day as they dont have the extra 24 hours of commercials, programs and the usually unwatchable festival day movie they telecast. I still remember a deepavali night when I saw the movie "Indian" for 6 hours because of commercial interruptions in the middle.. Thirdly - this is also gonna give u one less day for tamil movie releases.. What will our "Ilaya Thalapathis" and "Ultimate Stars" do?? and am not even getting into the communal aspect of the issue..

In other mental news, a certain dude in Poland has proved that mail in that country travels slower than the speed of a snail.. so I started googling for some strange facts and this is what I found...

It is illegal for a cab in the City of London to carry rabid dogs or corpses and it is illegal to die in the Houses of Parliament.

In Miami, Florida, it is illegal to skateboard in a police station.

In Alabama, it is illegal for a driver to be blindfolded while driving a vehicle.

In Ohio, it is against state law to get a fish drunk.

In Florida, unmarried women who parachute on Sundays can be jailed.

In the city of York, it is legal to murder a Scotsman within the ancient city walls, but only if he is carrying a bow and arrow.

In Vermont, women must obtain written permission from their husbands to wear false teeth.

In Little Rock, Arkansas, two people who kiss publicly can be put in prison for 30 days; in the same city a husband can beat his wife, but only once a month, twice is illegal :)

In Clawson, Michigan, a farmer can "flirt" with pigs, sheeps, horses etc;

Actually these are some extracts from the facebook notes of my good friend Dr.Stefano Mihai Canta.. and there is plenty more where they came from. Thinking that it is enough dosage of stupid things for a day I stop.. Comments..

It is what I call a tale of travesty.. and that is just my opinion. Its an article about a set of thoughts put into motion by the happenings on a football field.. The ups and downs of sport have sparked off mixed thoughts from audiences world wide and I am one of them. Just the fact that I am writing such random words which am sure you are not following right now, must be an indication of the current state of my brain cells. Let me make it clearer..

I saw a Football/Soccer game and it made me think..

It was the last 40 minutes of the Euro 2008 Qualifiers between Russia and Israel.. Israel up one nil.. The match in itself was a small one.. I did not know the names of more than 5 of the playing 22 but then I was more interested in it because of its possible consequences to the English Football team which I have been following cause of its similarity to the Indian Cricket Team..

The English team looks phenomenal on paper.. an assembly of gifted stars who always stumble under pressure. see the connection to the Indian team?? they have a person called Steve Mclaren as the manager and he was the reason behind my mixed emotions. As you might have guessed by now.. England is in the same qualification group as Russia and Israel and they stumbled.. To make it short, England were bad, nowhere close to their superstar billing with a lack of creativity and penetration under Steve MC.. They were second behind Croatia and a Russian victory in Israel would have practically knocked them out. English fans were praying for a Russian defeat in Israel and Steve MC was doing the same to save his job.

Russia though had Dutch schemer Guus Hiddink as manager.. The legendary gaffer had led a youthful, disciplined side, no match in terms of individual abilities to their English counterparts to the brink of qualification.. Really.. the man is brilliant.. He had created a well balanced, team that played as a unit, quick and effective on the counter attack, playing a slick passing game..

But this is not about the English or the Russians.. its about the Israeli football team.. I am sure that many an English fan would have seen this game uttering prayers for their overpaid football stars but apparently God was moved and gifted the Israel team with a goal in the first half.. but this is not about the first half either.. Its about some incredible scenes in the second half

Russians being a goal down, started attacking right away with surging runs down the left flank by Zhirkov and Andrei Arshavin pulling the strings in midfield.. Israel was hanging on for dear life.. No offence to the Israel team but they were just not as good as the Russians and were desperately scrambling the ball away. But they could not stop the Russian juggernaut and in the 60th minute, Russia equalized.

it was a beautiful goal that came out of nowhere, a cut in from the flank, a 1-2 in the middle, and Arshavin lined it up for a nice finish by Bilyaletdinov.. the Russians were cruising and some of the English fans were thinking of worshipping satan.. but that was when the Israeli phenomenon started.

It cant be explained.. The Israel team just shut up shop.. they refused to let another goal in.. they played with dogged determination as they fended off wave after wave after wave of Russian attacks.. Dmitry Sychev had two beautiful shots saved by the excellent Dudu Aouate who was enormous between the Israeli goal posts..

Desperation set in and gaps began to appear in the Russian defence that was playing high up relying on the offside trap. Israel was looking dangerous on the counter attack but was lacking the class to finish them. and in the 90th minute, it was almost like time froze.. Arshavin threaded a through ball to Sychev who got behind the Israeli defence.. under pressure from 2 defenders and Aouate rushing out on his goal keeping instinct, Sychev struck a sweet shot that went under the goal keeper.

It was a heart pounding moment for the English fans, as the Russian portion of the crowd erupted prematurely only to see the ball clip the outside of the post and roll out. This drew more noise from the home crowd waving the star studded Israeli flag and the russians looked defeated immediately. Hiddink sported an expressionless stone face from the sidelines as fate seemed to be against the Russians.

Then Israel struck.. with the very next move.. the reeling Russian defence was caught napping as Golan broke the Russian offside trap to go one on one with the Goal keeper and applied a sublime finish to seal an Israeli win. The Israeli fans were ecstatic, but the English fans would have been happier as now, the big and famous English team just needs a draw against group leaders Croatia to knock out the Russians and go to the next round.

It looked like injustice to me when I saw Hiddink pat his players on the back for fighting like lions. The fate of Russia's qualification hangs on an English defeat and the legendary Guus Hiddink has to wait for the performance of the Average Steve MC's boys. I have grown to support the English team but I have to admit that a small part of me really wants England who am sure will now try to play for a dull draw to lose against the Croats. Justice will be served, and Russia will go through.. Lets see how the events unfold..

This friday I turn 23. Its not a big deal, a year before I was 22 and a year later I will be 24. Yes.. this is a reminiscence post. I can try my best to not make it boring but again I cant be too sure. Whats the deal with it? I am not gonna look back at my oh so beautiful childhood and say - "Oh God, I wish I had never grown up". Nor am I gonna try to reflect on some bad nostalgia and try to make a sad story out of it. No, am 23 and thats it.

Well, this year I believe is going to be a crucial juncture in my life. Atleast thats what I would like to believe about this year. This year I think would help map out the next 4 or five years of my life. This year is crucial and I wont be kidding anyone and I accept it is a little scary to think of it this way. So year 2008, you better be one hell of a year, I am greedy and I demand success in everything I do. Lets see how it pans out.

As I type this sitting in one of the most boring classes I have ever sat in, Its hard to not retrospect. As the speaker drags on explaining the colorful diagrams in her powerpoint presentation, I think about how I have mastered the ability to sleep through lectures with my eyes open. I think the roots to this ability were laid when I was 9 years old. I still remember my mother's face livid with anger, when the math teacher told her that I was the laziest in the class and that I had not completed a single math assignment. But it was ok, math was my favorite course and I never had any problem with the tests so I passed the dreaded 3rd standard.

The subject that gave me terrors during my school days was the national language - "Hindi". I have obtained scores as low as 1.5/20 in Hindi. I obtained borderline passing scores every year and for 5 years it has given me some sleepless nights. The problem was that I hated it from the outset and till today, I have not been able to pick up the damned language. Maybe someday I will.

But the biggest fiasco in all my education was the Handicrafts class. Our teacher wanted me to stitch and embroider(Giggle). I did not hate it because I felt it was too girly, I hated it because I couldn't do it, and I somehow found ways to infuriate the teacher. After she made me stand on the table as punishment for like the 7th time for my incompetency with the needle, I kinda started volunteering to stand up on the bench myself and could not control my laughter when she gave me her threatening look. I kinda felt like Christ being punished by the Romans. How many times can you punish me?? It was like Mahatma Gandhi's Civil Disobedience movement. Punish me as much as you want but I would not cooperate with you.. It was also the class when I used to try and synch my watch with the school clock by painfully looking at it as every second passed.

English classes were not much better too. All my English teachers so far are convinced that I am extremely poor at it as I always used to speak in Tamil. There have been instances when they personally called me to stress the importance of learning English. One of them went to the extent of offering to give me evening classes to teach me the language. The fact that I was the editor of the tamil magazine in school did not help the case either and my handwriting did not work in my favor too.

I also credit myself with the discovery of a game called "Continue Tennis" in school. It was a game that could be played on a school table. I consider it to be one of my most creative agreements and I have spent many an hour immersed in that beautiful game.

School was good, I was in School as early as 2.5 years old cause my mom could not stand my infantile mischief. The problem with that became evident as I grew up. Every damn girl in my class was older than me and that was a major source of frustration for me. am 23 now and I am still in school, and I hope to graduate in a month and a half.. What would I do outside of school?? am sure I would have a lot of stories to tell during my next birthday.

The coming year is gonna be a great one, cause I am Karthik Balasubramanian and I command it to be so. I have slept through classes before, I have been sloppy, I have been punished, I have been insulted, My head has been banged on cement floor by a not so friendly school mate, I have had a 3 wheel auto rickshaw run over my feet etc; but Nothing has killed the little boy that dwells in me.

So this is my Roar.. Karthik Balasubramanian is coming 2008, and he is gonna grab you by the throat and take you to with him. Beware..

As I was sneezing my way into the office today, I knew that I couldnt be doing anything worthwile today cause the cold virus has tricked its way into my system yet again.. So here I am writing about "Nothing is particular" again just to get my brain started so I can get some work done today..

I scanned the news from yesterday and today to see something exciting.. I saw India beat Thailand 16-0 in field hockey.. the last I remembered such a score for India was at the 1932 Olympics when India thumped the United States 23-1 and Dhyan Chand (Ok seriously.. I know most of my readers who have a 0 sports quotient will not have a clue on who he is... but he is regarded as the greatest hockey player ever..) ripped the US defence open.. I was -52 years old that day and my grand mother was 12 years old then..



I think that defeat was kinda the reason why the United States retired from field hockey to start playing Ice Hockey.. the kinda game that suited them cause not many countries could play the game (at least Dhyan Chand could not) and u can literally hit ur opponents to take possession of what they call 'puck'. Its a funny game.. a small field, fast paced, physical action interspersed with fights in the middle and supporters standing so close to the action yelling and cheering their teams on with their mouths stuffed with pig meat.. I know its a different culture and am not poking fun.. But I find it funny..

Another game that I find really funny and excruciatingly boring is Baseball.. come on guys, if u steal something from cricket, atleast make it more exciting than cricket.. Its obviously an easier version of cricket, with "pitchers" throwing the ball "full toss" to the "batters" and they try to slug it out of the park.. there are 2 very ironic things here..



The Pitchers never pitch the ball.. its always thrown "full toss".. Why the hell are they called Pitchers then??? Imagine Sachin Tendulkar or Lance Klusner getting all those full tosses.. theyd be in the Baseball hall of fame by now.. they talk of the curve ball and the inswing and outswing.. but its all again full toss guys.. In criclet an 8 year old is taught when he plays that a full toss ball will be hit out of the ground.

U shud catch the ball with just one hand.. Why?? I dont get it.. and all fielders have to wear gloves... u cant score on the backside.. I can understand that it could be good to play, but to see this game is a torture.. But since I am in chicago.. and the company I where I did an internship sponsored the White Sox, I need to say - "Go White Sox".

I know i said 2 ironic things before.. but I forgot what I was going to type.. so its just 1 ironic thing now.. forgive me.. its the cold virus..

The game I love to see after I came here is American Football.. Again, there is an irony here.. Its not football.. Its more of rugby but again not as exciting as both rugby and "original" football..(I hate to call it soccer.. cause i dont play it with my soc, but I play it with my foot).. but the game is good.. Finally an American game in which I think u need to use half a brain.. Its tactical and the players are exceptional athletes.. American Football.. I forgive u and embrace u.. And I am trying to love the "Chicago Bears".. I will get there eventually..



The other funny thing is that.. most of their championships for these games are called the world series.. or world whatever.. How?? why?? They call u a "Wiseass" if u ask such questions.. "Just sit down and watch the game asshole". Hey, my brain must be working now.. Let me try to use it..

Have u heard the song - "Toss the Feathers" by "the corrs" it ss divine music.. celtic music has the tendency to lift me up and take me into a positive frame of mind. Its almost like a drug.. serenading its way thru the mangled ugly looking brain of mine.. dont smirk so fast u wretched idiots.. ur brains are equally ugly.. cause all brains are ugly..

Am sure u have seen a brain.. that is not inside a head.. i mean.. an open brain.. all ugly and mangled and slimy.. I cant really believe that it forms the control center of our body.. come on.. something that is that ugly cannot be the scientific "Soul" of my body.. my soul has not been sold to the devil yet.. cause i really havent got the right offer so far.. but someday when I do sell my soul, I can imagine devil complaining that the packaging is too ugly and revoking the the offer..

Talking of ugly buggers, ever wondered how we see those movies where scientists open up aliens and they are always disgusting? ugly as they are.. it kinda spurred the opposite thought in my head.. what if the aliens open up our body only to find such disgusting things inside.. especially the brain.. Alien kids and females are gonna wince when a human brain is displayed in one of their movies.. ever thought of that situation?? Aliens would have an "A" rating for movies that show humans.. we might be that ugly to them..

Humans are disgusting.. and we shud admit it.. we are parasitic organisms that exploit the rest of the world and the moon and the sun for our subsistence..we are self destructive - we create nuke bombs, we fight against each other and kill other innocent species in the process..makes me kinda ashamed to be a human.. well i know a lot of people out there have a wry smile on their face when they read this - and wanna comment - "who said ur human".. right now and shame on you if u write something that follows up so obviously from my sentence

Now I know that this is not even an article of any sort.. but heck.. i just felt like writing something and here I am.. How I got to write this drivel, I will never know.. Thats the magic of the human brain..

Somehow.. I cant take seem to understand why India needs the 123 Nuke Deal. I dont know what exactly the deal says but some of the "facts" that I see in news everyday are making me think..

Signing the nuke deal will provide india with the ability to buy nuke fuel from other nations and thereby help india sustain its burgeoning power needs with "clean" technology.. This will also improve the credibility of india as a responsible nuke power in the world.. the stock markets will improve.. The money is definitely gonna be flowing in if we sign this deal. I never contest that

But, Why do we need to give up the power that we have. Isnt it ridiculous that we cant even conduct a nuke test in the future?? The proud moments like when India stunned the rest of the world with its nuke test at Pokhran would never be seen again.. By signing the deal, wont we be indirectly surrendering our control over our nukes which took 30 years to evolve?? What about all the money we poured into nuclear research?? The money will be flowing in but wont we still be queueing up in front of the US for the f-22 raptor jets??

What is needed right now is a healthy debate.. between the United States and India as the 1-2-3 nuke deal has serious opposers in both nations.. In this case, the discussions must not involve just the 2 governments but members of the opposition from both sides too as all sides of the story can be researched and for the time being, the entire deal should be put on a hold.

What I consider funny here is that main opposers to this deal in the United States feel that the deal gives India too much flexibility to use its nuke technology while its the exactly opposite sentiment with the opposers of this deal in India. The left parties and the BJP feel that the deal stifles India way too much..

Also, It would be unfair to ask India alone to lay down its nukes as it is situated unstrategically between China and Pakistan. How can we agree to such a deal when our border disputes with both China and Pakistan have not been resolved. Ecspecially when there has been no stable government in Pakistan for almost the last ten years? If you are not in a good neighborhood, you cant afford to live without a security alarm system.. or can you?

In the event of a war between India and its neighbors, does anyone even think that the same United States, who so fervently support this deal would provide one marine for the Indian cause. I dont think so.. we are on our own and we live in dangerous territory. I know that none of my ramblings would reach any ears in the Indian Parliment but in the unlikely event that you do read this.. please, do not go for the deal unless there is a complete majority.(maybe a photo of a naked woman will help popularize this page??)

All I ask is.. When the US Considers Iraq and Afghanistan - 2 countries situated halfway across the world, and 2 countries that have no idea what an f-22 raptor is.. as potential threats to its security, what would they do if they were in India's geographic location ?? I am guessing that there wont be any Pakistan or China in that case.. theyd all be the United States of Asia.. The truth is, the US is not going to be able to look at India's dilemma from our perspective unless its own sovereignty is threatened every single day.

I am instead forced to think in the opposite direction.. This is a time when India is doing so much business with the rest of the world. Nations across the world are pouring millions and millions into India as foreign investment. Wont it be foolhardy to be unprotected now ?? You dont need an expert in Risk Analysis to tell you that the potential losses in the event of a war in the subcontinent would be unbearably high.

As an Indian, when I look at India's economic position, I feel rosy.. the world needs India.. The world needs our manpower, The average age of an Indian is 27 now. Whatever happens in the world, this abundance of youthful, workable population cannot be kept down and our sheer size will overwhelm the total manpower of the rest of the world.. We dont have space inside the nation and we are spilling into the rest of the world.. Why do we have to back down now?? We desperately need our nukes to protect our economy that is growing at the rate of 10% every year.. dont we?

I actually met a wandmaker.. yes wands.. those small pokeable things that witches carry around. How did I meet him?? well thats the story..

My hunt for a department in the university that can pay my tuition for this semester ended with me joining the Aids Training and Education center. I am the new databases person here, and as usual, where I go, piles of work always seem to follow me..

I think there are two reasons why everyone here calls me 'Dinesh', the name of the previous guy who was doing the job -

1. They loved him so much that they dint really want him to go.. My boss took me on a round of introductions around the office and he had no idea what my designation or my job would be.. so he takes me into each room and says.. "Hi there.. This is the new Dinesh".. I just give my shiny colgate smile, shake hands and say something..

2. My actual name.. People here cant seem to really get a hang of it, and Dinesh somehow seems much easier to them..

On the third day of work, there was an emergency call.. To cut a lot of technical crap short, The data needed for everyday work was not accessible cause the License for the DBMS tool they were using had expired. The Database itself was created some 6 years back, and there was no documentation whatsoever on its design - which is the worst design I have ever seen in my life. My boss looks up at me and asks me, "can u change all this over to Access in 2 hours for us??"

There are certain times when my brain starts playing monkey, when it really shudnt.. well this was one such occasion.. I tried to look at him straight and answer "no, its gonna take about a month atleast" but the ridiculousness of his request involuntarily made my lips curve into a crooked smile when I said it.. He could just say "oh" in reply with a look that signified "what good are you then??". So it turns out that colgate smile is not always so adorable.. Mom u were wrong..

Enter the Wandmaker.. I should have guessed it from his clothes.. am sorry, i cant describe a fashion for them - but his shirt was the most colorful doormat I have ever seen. My Boss introduces him to me - "this is the person who created our previous database 6 years back". The initial uncomfortableness was there, but we had an emergency and we needed to get out as many contacts as possible for the day's work.

He sized me up, asked me all super technical questions about how am going to get this all into Access, I told him I have no clue and that I had to see all the data to decide how i go about it.. He then made jokes that were not funny and laughed at his own jokes.. he did that a lot.. u shud know at this point I had no idea he was a wandmaker.. The doormat shirt just made me think he was either in fashion or his girlfriend had very bad taste.. cause no man would do something like that to himself otherwise..

Two hours pass by.. Looked like I passed his test.. he was really telling me stuff at that point and I was slowly understanding the debacle that he called his design.. we recovered some data that was immediately required.. and while we were both busy typing away on our computers, I ask him what he did for a living..

He replies with such nonchalance.. "I am a WandMaker".. well.. at that minute the monkey in my heads starts working again.. he expected me to pause for a minute and react to the statement with a look of bewilderment or awe or even a smile.. but the monkey in my head wouldnt let me do that..

Without missing a beat, I ask - "so do u make wands for real witches and wizards or toy wands for kids??"(curved smile.. sarcasm intended..)

He says - "actually both.."

I ask - "How the hell do you find wizard customers?? do u make people believe that they are wizards?? if yes tell me how.. I cant even make people believe am sane.. Do they test it out in front of you??" (I leave the work aside and now am fully looking at him)

He says - "I dono.. they find me.. they come asking for wands made of certain wood.. I dont advertise.. all my work is strictly by referral.. and I guess they work, cause they keep coming back" (smugly continues typing away on computer)

fuck.. what do i say for that.. even the monkey has to shut up.. (I turn back to my monitor and start working)

I ask - "So how's business.. did u sell a lot of wands during the Harry Potter phenomenon ??"

He says - "strangely it dint affect my business much.. I did get some offers here and there to make kids wands with lasers and those that float in air.. but my basic clientele is basically authentic witches and wizards"..

My head is reeling.. I ask him.. "so how do you know how to create a database using Filemaker??" He says - "I was a Computer Science grad.. I gave up my career to work with wood and now am making wands.."

He then opens his bag.. takes out a wand and shows it to me.. It was a beautiful piece of art.. I smile..

I ask - "can i cast a magic spell that does the Database Migration"..

He says - "This is fucked up man.. I dont work here no more.. Looking at the mess we are in now.. I think u could use a wand.."

what do I say.. I only wish I can do magic.. Of course there is no way I can afford to buy one of his wands that costs $600.. anyone wanna buy a wand??

Here I am back with another stash of my non stop nonsense life. If you are reading this, id like to say, sit back, unbuckle your pants and get that soft pillow or your girl friend and just curl around it/her/him cause they are going to be useful once you finish reading this piece..

am really excited about this saturday as the English Premiership Football season kicks off.. Now i know that most of my readers would not be as passionate as I am about football/soccer but what the hell.. let me try to entice you people into watching with some photos and some propaganda..

A new TV Deal guys, a new TV deal has significantly graced the coffers of all the clubs thus resulting in a spending spree which has seen the likes of Fernando Torres, Florent Malouda, Blumer Elano, Martin Petrov, Ryan Babel, Eduardo da Silva, to move to the English premiership. For all you ladies out there, heres a foto of Torres - the next best thing in spanish football, Lets hope he scores more goals than ladies..



But would Torres, the umpteenth spanish sensation to arrive at Liverpool be able to steal the thunder of the Red Devils - who are expected to prance towards not just the Prem League this season, but also the Champions League?? Would the 'Rafa'lution of a resurgent Liverpool be enuf to prevent the surge of the Red Devils(Its Manchester United - in case you dont know.. and if you dont know this.. then God save you) and the Russian War Machine(Chelsea)?? I cant wait till saturday.. Its almost like an urgent piss I need to take

Can any defence ever contain the combined assault Carlos Tevez, Wayne Rooney and Christiano Ronaldo?? Would the kids at Arsenal fill the void left by the talisman, the icon, the inimitiable Thierry Henry who has taken his boots and the full moon shine on his shaved head to spain?? Would the ever boring Sven Goran Eriksson be able to save Manchester City from the clutches of relegation?? would Jose "Im the Best" Mourinho lead the expensively assembled Chelsea war machine to an upset over United?? Would Alex Ferguson ever retire??

your breath will quicken when u see all those stars running, scheming and scoring, an involuntary shot of adrenaline would go up to your head everytime u see a goal celebration, you would feel it, your senses run wild, you wont be able to resist it even though ur mind wants you to.. a cold shiver will run down from your spine to the small of your back as your body recoils with the excitement u see on the idiot box..









Ooh I see you are beginning to like it now u naughty little monkeys.. I can feel the glint in your eyes.. I can imagine ur nails digging into whatever ur hand is holding.. So Kiss your pillow or your girlfriend now.. cause when matchday starts, I am speculating that you are going to stare at that television set so much that both of them are going to become insignificant specks in the midst of all the football..

Ladies and gentlemen, a Man running with on a grass laden field with a ball at his feet is the most pure, pristine thing that you will ever see/experience.. its the beautiful game called football.. and this Prem league season is going to be the mother of all seasons.. so please watch.. you dont wanna miss this season..

And finally, a farewell to the superman of the prem league.. thierry henry...



Tah Tah my monkeys.. I leave you to do whatever u want now.. just remember to wash that pillow..

It was 360 days ago. I had just landed in Chicago and arrived at the door of 828 S Claremont Avenue. Little did I know that this address was going to mean so much to me after just 1 year. Moving into this house was the best thing that ever happened to me in Chicago. This is a house that has seen me happy and sad, drunk and shit sober, dirty and clean.. this place has been my little world for a whole year..

When I decided to do my masters.. I knew very little about what I was going to face.. the lure of the $ symbol and new and exciting pastures was too strong for me to resist.. But it was when I got here that I realized that it was not always going to be like floating on the dead sea. The initial months were pretty hard, and I owe it to my room mates who somehow helped me escape unscathed from the brutalities of life away from home..

when I think of this house, I think of all the laughter, all the talks at the door, the mundane cooking duties, the night time movies, the teasing, the birthday bumps, the counter strike sessions, the job searches, the coffee sessions and what not.. The first year I started living out of the protective nest of Mom and Dad flew by in no time, thanks to 828 S Claremont.

It was cramped lifestyle though.. the concepts of personal space and privacy do not apply to the people living in this house.. We are sloppy, we trash the house, we rarely cook, we are dirty and the girls in the apartment 2 stories above complain about our lifestyle.. but still, I couldnt have asked for a better way to spend my first year in a foreign country.

The winter was hard and cold and we resorted to playing counterstrike at home.. we even tried some sepak takraw football skills thereby breaking a closet. RV and Govi also combined to break the wall once and we have successfully hidden it from our landlord so far. we need to deal with it in the coming 3 days..

Well, by the end of this week, our lease is going to run out and we are all going to have to move to other apartments/cities signaling the end of the 828 Claremont era.. I write this article as a tribute to the great people who inhabited this flat that is half below ground level. This beautiful apartment that was flooded with water when the ice melted after winter.. will always remain in my heart..

me friend Nivi "Tagged" me.. and so I am gonna have to update this blog with a question answer session which is what the game is all about.. Here are select questions from interviewer Karthik Balasubramanian answered by the eminent Mr.Karthik Balasubramanian..

1. Pick out a scar you have, and explain how you got it?

Ok.. Ive got a scar on the left side of my forehead an inch above my eyelashes.. it was caused by a freak accident in the year 2000 when the fateful god sent a 2 wheeler bound uncle to barge into my bicycle at an intersection and yours truly flew like superman and landed his forehead on some construction stones.. Head ripped open and sewed back.. permanent scar..

2. What does your phone look like?

My Current phone is a samsung DU... something.. i cant remember.. i got it for free as it came as an offer with cingular wireless.. I love my phone, I abuse it on an everyday basis and it still works..

3. What is on the walls of your bedroom?

Well.. I am living in a little room for myself and I have inherited two posters from the previous inhabitants of this room..viz.. an Aishwarya Rai poster and a poster of the Chicago skyline.. I secretly wanna steal the posters in the other rooms in the house which feature Cameron Diaz(when she was young.. she looks good then..) and Playboy playmate Lauren Harris..

4. What is your current desktop picture?


5. Do you believe in gay marriage?

Oh yeah why not.. its a free world.. if two ppl love each other, please start living together and do each others laundry.. Marriage is just a word to formalize the love 2 ppl share.. its just for the society.. bollocks to it..

6. What do you want more than anything right now?

food.. just finished playing a round of volleyball and am friggin starving..

7. What time were you born?

I remember it was 1:31 in the afternoon.. I dont remember the day.. but it was november 9 1984 and there was a huge storm and there was no power supply for 3 days when I was born.. way to make an entry into the world..

8. Are your parents still together?

Yup.. still together.. and very much in love.. but the servant maid takes care of the laundry..

9. Last person who made you cry?

I dont really remember.. was it you Jyotsna??

10. What is your favorite perfume/cologne?

Well BRUT i guess.. its the only one ive ever used cause most of the time i get it for free.. I ve also heard from very reliable sources that i smell great all the time..

11. What kind of hair/eye color do you like in the opposite sex?

I dont really have a fetish for a certain kind of hair.. as long as the overall package is good. am satisfied.. my major turn off is dumb and docile women..

12. What are you listening to?

The Cranberries - Zombie (right now)

13. Do you get scared of the dark?

Nope.. but i guess i would tremble a little if i hear a shrieking noise or some special effects when am in the dark.. Otherwise no problem with darkness..

14. Do you like pain killers?

Nope.. I dont like medecines of any form..

15. Are you too shy to ask someone out?

A little bit yes.. if i dont know the person well.. I am very picky though.. So that makes me miss out on a lot of women..

16. If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?

Sambar Rice and avial my mother makes.. its all so far away now..

17. Who was the last person you made mad?

Jyotsna Sharma i guess..

18. Is anyone in love with you?

well.. I am still not very sure.. I guess i shud say no..

Me tagging Jyotsna Sharma please answer..

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As usual, talks between the four most powerful members of the World Trade Organization have failed.. again..On Wednesday, officials said that the EU showed flexibility on the sensitive topic of farm tariffs, but that India held firm in defending its agricultural sector from foreign competition.

It would be a travesty to even let foreign influence creep into the agricultural sector. Already, many of the traditional medecines of india have been trapped up by large multinational pharma giants into patents which prevent us from selling our own traditional medecines. Agriculture in India is family based. The concept of collective farming and huge agricultural machinery is absent in India and a whopping majority of the populace that engages in agriculture is uneducated.

Looking at the problem from a totally cultural perspective, farming is more than just a business in rural India. It governs the way people live their everyday life. To get them ready for battle with international agricultural giants would mean a change in the very basic aspects of a farmer's life. Even before that it would be a herculean task to make them understand the concepts of global economy and capitalism.
In all truthfulness, they wouldnt care to learn.

There is no doubt that the western world would consider India's stance unfair, but they should always remember, India is not a capitalist nation, and it cannot afford to be one. We can toy with our industrial and our manufacturing sectors but never with agriculture which sustains a majority of our population. India lives in its villages and changing the way we do agriculture would change our culture entirely. The agricultural sector is the last remaining strand of the 3000+ year old legacy of our forefathers and a lot of thought must be put in to bring about the tiniest change in the sector.

So sudden changes cannot be enforced in the agri sector.. It is upto the Indian Government and the developed world to prepare the Indian farmer to fight with the rest of the world. I can only tell you this, He wont learn fast and will fight every change that is brought in. Its going to be rough.

It was a beautiful sunday night. Uneventful and boring as usual. I was trying to read a book. But i ve totally lost the habit u know.. i just cant read books without falling sleepy anymore. I dono if i can blame myself cause i was reading a John Grisham novel, but the worst part is, I tried reading a course book and it kinda started getting interesting.

I immediately sat up.. whats happening to me?? how did this happen?? since when did a book on software engineering - the most dreary topic in all of computer science get interesting?? and all of a sudden i was trying to fake yawn's and close my eyes just to reassure myself that am cool again. But the fact is, i was not feeling sleepy one bit.

I tried to force myself awake by playing some computer games.. I kept losing.. which got my brain working again.. of late the excitement i get from playing computer games seems to diminish with every passing day. Wow.. am really losing it.. what the hell is happening to me?? am i getting old or something?? is this God's way of punishing me for the lazy person I have been all my life? But even he cant be this harsh..

ok time for desperate measures.. I needed to reclaim my coolness.. and there was only one other way at 2:45 AM to do that. It was a clear, well defined proven test of coolness. The steps are as follows..

1. Inject the subject with a dose of awesome porn that he hasnt seen for a significant amount of time(disclaimer : Am not sure if it works for the women)
2. Rest his head on the softest pillow

If the person sleeps, ooh i dont wanna say more..

I hit the bed with the porn playing and said one last prayer.. God please let me stay awake this time.. please..

suddenly he was in front of me.. Lord Muruga with his 6 heads, peacock and his spear. "Do not be afraid son, the measure of your coolness does not depend upon all these trivial factors. It depends on how much popcorn u can eat before dawn."

I said - "what?? this is what the great Tamil god has to say to me?? U shud be whipping me cause am seeing porn man.. and u say i shud eat popcorn?? I dont have any with me right now"

The lord started laughing.. "Check your fridge son, u will find a small packet of pop corn. Microwave it and eat it".

Yes there it was - a small packet of popcorn. I could eat 10 times that much popcorn in a day. I looked back at God and said - "u think i cant eat this??" and put it in the microwave and while it was cooking said - "Now that youre here, Do u think u can grant me any special favours and stuff like my grand mother used to tell me??"

God frowned - "I am not a goodness vending machine dude.. Am God, when was the last time u even said a prayer to my name?? u ve been named after me and u cant remember one prayer on my name.. I ve already given u the popcorn of coolness so shut up and stop annoying me"

alrighty.. I stopped the microwave and opened the door. I just had time to say "mommy!!!!" before the packet burst and a bunch of popcorn jumped on me. There was more behind the first bunch and soon i was drowning under a pile of popcorn with Lord Muruga laughing hysterically at my plight. There was popcorn everywhere.. then everything went dark.

I snapped my eyes open.. the room was filled with the familiar sound of a porn video.. God damn it, I had fallen asleep.. but wait a minute, that was like the coolest dream ever.. what do u know.. I am still cool.. Thanks a million Lord Muruga

The realization is complete. Its high time I learn how to sleep. 23 years into my existence and after having learnt really difficult things like deriving einstein’s formula of relativity, and threading a needle, I must be knowing how to sleep by now. Its one of the simplest yet most under-rated activities that man has failed to master. We can manage our peeing but sadly sleeping seems much more complicated. I need to know how it feels to shut off at will and not due to fatigue, exhaustion or boredom. High hopes.. Maybe it could be next year’s resolution..

Another thing good enough to dampen my spirits was India’s shocking defeat to Bangladesh at the cricket world cup. Exactly the kind of thing, that makes u wanna kill your violin and then makes u feel dumb when u realize that it never lived.(Of course some people bring it to life with such amazing music, but I have never had to worry about such complications)

I couldnt see the match cause I dint pay for it, so I tracked the scores on the internet in the middle of all the work that I had, and what did they do?? Surrendered to the very team whose players play with bats and gloves they signed.. The win against Bermuda was heart warming, but the crunch encounter with Sri lanka still has me concerned.

Its one of those remarkable things about being an Indian cricketer, you never know when ur gonna piss in your own pants. Its going to happen eventually, but it would be much better if you could blame it on the person standing next to you. That’s the way it has always been with Indian cricket. I don’t have statistics on actually how many of them have actually pissed in their pants, but there are plenty of stats around to support the euphemism implied. Wow looks like there is some redundant 'piss' information here from the first para. Damn the limitations of verbal expressionism.

Communication has never been my forte. All my life, I have been as communicative as a paralyzed monkey. Starting with the way I speak, to the way I write, to the way I sleep on my left shoulder with my body taking the shape of 4, I always seem to give the wrong vibes to people. I still remember making my ‘Handicrafts’ teacher of 5th standard “Emotionally Disturbed” by imitating pig acoustics whenever she talked in class. How the hell would the perennial stitching maestro know that I was having a bad cold that was blocking my nose, and that I was just trying to clear it out?

Talking of things that annoy me, I was again outsmarted by the Boyce Codd Normal form in my databases test today. Atleast I know the first normal form – to remove redundant information from databases. But what’s the use? I still go about introducing redundancy in this article by talking about pissing in two different paragraphs, and regretfully this is number 3.

As the sounds of people playing a frantic computer game in the next room fade, I realize the pattern of my sleep. It’s the surroundings, When everything around me is active and alive, I just cant sleep, It makes me feel that I am wasting precious moments of my life that I wont remember. But nothing can be more trivial than writing a passage at 2 in the morning, with redundant information about…(ok that’s number 4 in one article). So off I go trying to wander willingly into the realms of the ever mysterious forest called sleep.

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Well my previous scribbles have been called decadent and there were some posts on orkut calling me a split personality(Thank you guys). For all you intelligence loving folks out there, something that struck me while talking to a PHD student about hinduism - the sloka
Poornamadha poornamidham poornaath poornamudachyatae
poornasya poornamaathaaya poornamaevavashishyathae
Om Shanti shanti shanti hi
What am I doing talking to such intellgent ppl?? - The well trodden path of boredom combined with my constant fervor to educate intelligent ppl on the concepts of 'gnana', 'karma' and 'Microsoft Visio'. Well, the latter could be a little untrue, but what the hell, this is my page.. I can write what I want..

Getting back to the sloka, the meaning that i can translate it to is:
You are the whole,You are full and complete
Nothing can be taken away that will make you any less
Nothing can be added that will make you any more
You are that, pure, free and forever
Om peace
May this peace be with you always


Interestingly not many people know abt this. This sloka according to me is proof of hinduism's discovery of the Atom, as the single indivisible particle, the building block of the universe. But the sloka goes further, if u look at it closely enough, it also represents the very identification of the human with the atom and this, is the secret of the invisible concept called the 'soul'.

As I breeze through this concept a little more, let me validate the parallels between the human soula and the atom..
The Law of conservation of Masses states that -
Matter can neither be created nor destroyed, It can only be converted from one for to another..
This parallels right away to the folloewing lines in the translation
Nothing can be taken away that will make you any less
Nothing can be added that will make you any more.

The last line intutively refers to the Atom.
"You are that, pure, free and forever. Om peace"
If i were a more erudite person, I could explain to you better how the atom in many ways is representative of the organization of the individual, the society and the world. It the constant forces that rock an atom form the very patterns on which the entire worlds dwell upon, there is always a positive and a negative, right and wrong, truth and false, Profit and Loss, Victory and Defeat.. Well there are intermediate states somewhere in between, but they, are also a combination of positive and negative values and convey a consolidated positive or negative score.

So this forms the basis for everything that is human, This is how languages are built, This is how we see the world, this is what brings about desire and repulsion, its all down to the basics - The Atom. The great scripts have instructed us to steer clear of the atom, to find the real dimensions of the world - To follow the middle layer, The Layer of the Neutrons. For this is where u find the equilibrium, to steer clear of all the positive and negative forces that surround you, the state of the 'sanyasin'. Total peace and tranquility which eventually leads to the discovery of the self, the concept of life, the concept of the soul, and the concept of God.

'Tat tvam asi' - This literally translates to 'that thou art', but thou art what?? this isnt said.. That is for the human to attain. I dont want to go deeper into the concept of advaita, and lets get back to the material world. I believe that this 'State of the Neutron' refers to the words 'Samadi' and 'Sachidananda' in Hinduism. The concept of realisation of the self. Let me end this discussion here due to lack of time - The realisation of the atom, the realisation of the neutral, the realisation of the self/soul is the realisation of God.. Well all this is good, but whose ever achieved it?

Let me leave u with this final parting para

Robert J Oppenhiemer, American physicist and director of the Manhattan Project(Nuke Bomb Project of WW2), learned Sanskrit in 1933 and read the Bhagavad Gita in the original, citing it later as one of the most influential books to shape his philosophy of life. Upon witnessing the world's first atomic blast in 1945, allegedly quoted "Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds" based on verse 32 from Chapter 11 of the Bhagavad Gita. The Fission reaction is caused by causing an imbalance in the atom.. that charges the central nucleus.. causing loads of energy release, This energy is the energy of God, The energy that comes in realisation of the ATOM

Reading a case study and bobbing your head to the tunes of Karka Karka dont match.. its what i found out after 2 minutes, and my boredom induced brain spurred me to write this drivel that am spitting out just to keep those dying cells in my brain alive for another second or so..

Since i have no idea on what i can scribble about this time, let me take this oppurtunity to congratulate Didier Drogba. The Powerful Chelsea forward has lit up the English Premier League and has been the best player of the season by a considerable margin. Drogba has been voted the best African Player of the year this time. I am curiously looking at the english tables to check if Chelsea can pull off a great coup to displace the Red Devils to lift the trophy for a third consecutive season. Man Utd have their own talismanic wonder boy in Christiano Ronaldo, but he looks like a lollipop wielding sissy boy next to "The Drog".

In the middle of all my boring commitments, having to see the photo of britney spears with a shaved head(Was it half Shaved.. am blockin the picture out anyway) almost pushed me over the edge into cleaning my room, but what the hell, There is no place to put all the cleaned up stuff anyway.. and my room is defenitely better than the time I actually found a knife on my bed and realised I was sleeping over it for god knows how many days.. and its not gonna help me out of this abyss of degradation am falling into

Its one of those days u think that Paris Hilton should release one of her tapes. talking of horny rich babes.. Playboy playmate Anna Nicole Smith has died.. and I believe I speak for a lot of ppl when i say?? "I dont give a shite"?? Whats the whole deal with her.. so she had huge boobs, so do a lot of women.. and it definitely isnt gonna affect any man, just move on to the next big breasted hottie mate.. whats all the media coverage and controversy surrounding her death?? Conspiracy theories and a host of men claiming the rights to the legacy of this drug abusing slut?? come on Paris, she is stealing ur thunder next video please..

Seeing more Hollywood news than u might wanna?? Well my friend subscribes to US weekly and this is what I read nowadays.. I also wanna introduce a beautiful new website called www.Peekvid.com . Its a Video streaming site that shows u so many movies, tv shows and my favourites.. cartoons.. for all those "khan" idolising bollywood types, yeah they have hindi movies too, lets see if u have enuf sense to figure out where they are on the site?

And its not always been downhill for me.. I have made some interesting research discoveries.. like.. choclate ice cream, mixed with milk and oats makes an awesome midnight snack.. Am also proud to report that these days while playing counterstrike, I ve abandoned my "Fire all around and over the opponent" strategy to change to the more cultured and refined "shoot them once on the head" strategy

Its a beautiful day ppl.. am actually seeing flakes of snow moving from the ground up towards the sky. my song for the month?? "Hold me, Thrill me, Kiss me,Kill me" by U2.. what the hell man.. my stay in this place has greatly diminished my inspration and creativity.. I really hope winter ends soon, I could atleast look forward to playing some football..

alrighty.. am out of brain cells..have a good one.. till later..

As the fire burns in the corner of the mouth,
and a knife on either side of the eyes wide..
The gait so sure of who is approaching
and the crowd watching with fear step aside..

Ha ha ha ha ha

What is this?? tell me oh mighty god,
Its hard to comprehend oh dear God
Everything will be rooted out and this whole place will fall on its knees

The adversary watches.. at the end of the street he stays
Scowls at me in the market and he can’t wait to end my days.
Follows me everywhere.. like the God of Death incarnate
Wears many masks and absconds at my slightest gaze..

Will he be quicker or will I be quicker?
If tomorrow night comes, I will let u know..

The cloud breaks and pours down thick
The ball that is kicked travels real quick

Ha ha ha ha ha

What is this?? Tell me oh mighty god,
Its hard to comprehend oh dear God
The women of the earth join hands and want to eat my body..

Sleep with one eye and keep the other one open..
Complete rest is what you are going to get in ur coffin
The path I walk through is one that many have treaded
To be reborn I am no Buddha.. so out of my way before you are shredded.

Its the job of the mighty god, This is the job of destruction
Now that I am doing this, will I get some adulation??

Wait for the fruit to fall unrestricted
And in that time.. With stones you will be pelted

Ha ha ha ha ha

What is this?? Tell me oh mighty god,
Its hard to comprehend oh dear God..
Everday I see daylight is like an invaluable treasure

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha……..

(English adaptation of the song Neruppu vaanil from the tamil movie Pudupettai)

a compilation including the best of football - pele, maradona,zidane, figo, owen, ronaldo and some other outrageous goals and moves and an excellent track - my sacrifice by creed in the bacground

this is an awesome collection of some stunning thierry henry goals.. the last one is my favourite.. tottenham fans look away.. A fitting tribute to the best striker I have seen