it was never so hot. Maybe it's just not the temperature. the sun seems to be getting inside the skin and eating away from the insides. It was not like this before. The rockets, the fridges, lovely A/Cs and everything else that technology has helped develop, much like the advent of the atom bomb have all caused deterioration in simple life styles. Now that average incomes increase and the cost of lifestyles decrease, lots of people have started buying their own A/C. The world needs fools.
Fools who think, that they can bring back the world to where it moved away from. Where we could walk in the heat in the middle of the day and come back with just a bead or two of sweat dripping, not sweat soaked clothes that require instant drying.
A gateway to a software developer's regular attempts to live by choice and not chance while not abandoning the fun that chance brings.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
SAving a Porcupine baby from Fire(22 Mar 2006)
Monday, April 06, 2009
The Hair Comb Seller
While going to get my spectacles repaired at ameerpet, I saw a bandi full of combs. Not that I use a comb regularly, or that I even have a 'hair style' I just felt a sudden urge to comb my hair. Searching for a comb suitable for me, I chose a nice coffee and chocolate color blend comb. Looking around for the seller, I noticed a man in his mid-forties wearing a skull cap and puffing heavily at the remains of a bedi. Stubbing the remains, he walked towards me, took a look at the comb I was holding and said, " teen rupaiy fixed price".
More than happy with the deal, I paid him the same. Coming back the next day to pick my mended glasses, I saw two policemen pulling the bandi off. I looked around to find the comb wallah, but he was gone. Perhaps forever.
With the speed at which the world is changing and I am growing old, I guess I might turn delusional sooner than I thought.
More than happy with the deal, I paid him the same. Coming back the next day to pick my mended glasses, I saw two policemen pulling the bandi off. I looked around to find the comb wallah, but he was gone. Perhaps forever.
With the speed at which the world is changing and I am growing old, I guess I might turn delusional sooner than I thought.
Sunday, April 05, 2009
The legend of the Horse Spectacles
First, I elaborate pictorially.
A. A Horse with his eye cover.
B. A similar Eye cover.
Legend has it that the steed's immense speed comes through the mysterious eye wear which prevent complete visibility. Current fashion trends have acquired the knowledge from ascetics and have made it their duty to throw the secret glasses onto human kind.
And here we are, with more than half of the people I know wearing the horse glasses.
A. A Horse with his eye cover.
B. A similar Eye cover.
Legend has it that the steed's immense speed comes through the mysterious eye wear which prevent complete visibility. Current fashion trends have acquired the knowledge from ascetics and have made it their duty to throw the secret glasses onto human kind.
And here we are, with more than half of the people I know wearing the horse glasses.
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Do
Casting one last glance at the world, he walked the extra step from the cliff. The last step that never existed. This was the moment the mind worked faster than ever. One last time. Every memorable event came back, a flash. Those events that he forgot, the ones he intended to forget and those he believed had happened and those that he believed never happened. The false beliefs finally broke apart and truth hit really hard. Plunging into the darkness, the mind refused to stop analyzing the complexities of his life. A hair's breadth away from the jagged rocks and he saw that his beliefs were misplaced, his decisions uncalled for and yet, he could not do a thing. The arriving death took over the enlightened mind and eased the pain from the mind. Forever.
One's ego makes one live. Makes one do things. The unsatisfied ego kills mercilessly.
One's ego makes one live. Makes one do things. The unsatisfied ego kills mercilessly.
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