sneaking back in

why is it that its only when you are swamped with work, do you find a need to blog. thats not entirely true. i found the need to blog when i was trying to comment on guru's blog and realized that i had forgotten the blogger password, and after some time realized that i had forgotten that blogger had been integrated with the google account password. and i thought that it is indeed time i did something about the dying scream.

as for the news here, well my blog has never really been about news or how i feel or anything. it was mostly anecdotes and "chori" - a word popularized by her (another dying blog :p). and i guess i had been too wrung up in the existential angst to actually come up with any. but i now feel that there is no time in life where you shouldnt tell a funny story. especially when a lot of the stuff happening around you is not funny :)

caving tunnels

the other day something occurred which made me realize that the human spirit fights its most glorious battles without even realizing its in one. alosh and i never realized at the time that our actions were so full of the spirit of never giving up, the same spirit that helps people climb everest or win the tour de france, when we were actually going about our heroic feats. it happened when he came to bangy and we decided to go to this water theme park. now i wont go into the details of the rides there. suffice it to say that they were numerous and quite adequately adrenaline-jerking. however our greatness was revealed to us ;) in a tunnel ride. the ride basically consists of an inflated 8-shaped dinghy thingy on which they seat 2 people and push them down a tunnel which twists and turns and opens into a shallow pool where u climb out of the dinghy laughing at ur bravado.

now we were sort of put off with the look of apprehension on the faces of the couple going ahead of us. and when they came out of the other end giggling alosh and i got on with the smirk of the fearless. we were determined to ride the bally thing to its extreme. let it know its been in a fight and all. and so we lunged into the tunnel with the fore-mentioned smirk. and we attacked each curve with great zeal leaning with the raft to get maximum acceleration (sixth grade physics). the problem with the plan was that there is only so much acceleration u can get out of a stupid no-motor-driven-by-gravity dinghy with the result that when we leaned more it threw up its hands in the air in defeat or rather, its ass and spilled us head first into the miserable little tunnel. it was a very philosophical turn of events as i had a lot of time to cogitate upon the meaning of life and all while wriggling the other half of the way down the tunnel. made me think that we are indeed a strange species if our idea of fun was climbing four flights of stairs only to be pushed into a dark winding tunnel in a dinghy which has holes not cushions to rest ur bottoms and emerge into a pool of chlorinated water at a temperature several degrees below comfort level. i mean if we were emerging into a flowery paradise it may have made some sense to other animals.

anywayz... back to the human spirit and all. we went back to the ride and decided to do the thing together again to prove to the world that we wont be beaten and also because the others refused to ride with us and this time around we had a clear mission. we shall emerge successful, smiling and not be toppled no matter what. and thus was started the great saga of leaning against the curve and quelling the raft with a look when it lurched too much and in general, plodding relentlessly towards the pool. and thus we emerged from the tunnel with the targeted smile. we even flung up our arms in victory as the dinghy splashed into the pool and looked at the ppl standing around with the smile turning to a smirk. however some of them werent quite able to appreciate the full extent of the smirk as it was reached only just before my head went under the water, the dinghy having toppled spilling us into the pool.

nagarjuna sagar

almost broke my back that day driving 400kms on not-so-good roads on a not-in-its-best-form pulsar :)

Nagarjuna Sagar

Jul 8, 2006 - 30 Photos

background

now here's a song i have been listening to rather too long these days:

it's quiet now
and what it brings
is everything

comes calling back
a brilliant night
i'm still awake

i looked ahead
i'm sure i saw you there

you don't need me
to tell you now
that nothing can compare

you might have laughed if i told you
you might have hidden a frown
you might have succeeded in changing me
i might have been turned around

it's easier to leave than to be left behind
leaving was never my proud
leaving new york, never easy
i saw the light fading out

now life is sweet
and what it brings
i tried to take
but loneliness
it wears me out
it lies in way

and all not lost
still in my eyes
the shadow of necklace
across your thigh
i might've lived my life in a dream, but i swear
this is real
memory fuses and shatters like glass
mercurial future, forget the past
it's you, it's what i feel.

you might have laughed if i told you (it's pulling me apart)
you might have hidden a frown (change)
you might have succeeded in changing me (it's pulling me apart)
i might have been turned around (change)

it's easier to leave than to be left behind (it's pulling me apart)
leaving was never my proud (change)
leaving new york, never easy (it's pulling me apart)
i saw the light fading out
you find it in your heart, it's pulling me apart
you find it in your heart, change...

i told you, forever
i love you, forever
i told you, i love you
i love you, forever
i told you, forever
you never, you never
you told me forever

you might have laughed if i told you
you might have hidden the frown
you might have succeeded in changing me
i might have been turned around

it's easier to leave than to be left behind (it's pulling me apart)
leaving was never my proud (change)
leaving new york never easy (it's pulling me apart)
i saw the life fading out (change)
leaving new york, never easy (it's pulling me apart)
i saw the light fading out (change)
leaving new york never easy (it's pulling me apart)
i saw the life fading out (change)

the recipe

heres the recipe... forget the other post.

1 egg
1 slice of bread
butter
salt
pepper


butter both sides of the bread and cut a square hole in the middle of the bread. heat up a frying pan to medium heat. put bread into the pan to melt butter. drop a small amount of butter into hole of bread and let it melt. then drop an egg into the middle and break the yoke. add salt and pepper to taste and cook until the egg is done.

Preparation Time: 3 minutes Serves: 1 each

of eggs and baskets

i am editing this to remove a few indiscretions induced by alcohol.

i dont know if u are familiar with the term egg-in-a-basket... i wasnt till a few days ago. i was fulfilling a promise i had made to someone by watching v for vendatta... but it turns out i actually loved the movie... not liked... loved... it might be all this anti-reservation thing thats going on in india or maybe the ban on da vinci code... whatever... i loved the preaching of anarchy... and yeah... i am drunk when i am typing this... but that doesnt make the movie (v not da vinci) less great.

anyways there is this recipe in the movie called egg-in-a-basket thats being made in the movie by whoever has an anti-establishment sentiment. and i decided i need to learn to make the same. it actulally involves a slice of bread which actually acts as the basket in question and an egg which u might already have guessed given the subject... anyways... i'll go into details maybe in a later post... but for all those who are interested, the ingredients required are a slice of bread, a bit of salted butter and an egg... (did i repeat that!!!)

smoking barrels

methinks its time to post something... and when i heard this bit on aaj tak, i knew i had to post it. aaj tak is arguably india's most "entertaining" news channel. they are such unabashed rumour-mongers that there have been instances wherein they had contradicted their own reports without batting an eye much like times of india which killed yasser arafat twice without so much as an errata or an apology :)

anywayz, these guys have this edge-of-the-seat crime reporting programme called "vaardat" which is dixit's favourite as one can always count on it for a few laughs. their staple diet is violent murders and any rapes that they can lay their hands on. the "vaardat" reporters have been known to have withdrawal symptoms during weeks when the unruly indian libido had rested and refrained from molesting the gentler sex. they were almost condemning the lack of enterprise on the part of horny men.

we were watching this piece about how someone was caught in delhi for possessing an illegal weapon. yeah, the "vaardat" guys were desperate and snatching at straws. apparently no murders... still they ploughed on valiantly. excelsior... "shaks se ek videshi pistol aur kayi goliyan baramat hua" (a foreign gun and multitude of bullets [the 6 ones in the revolver] were retrieved from the person) the background voice was saying with such outrage that for a moment i was wondering if he was carrying some kind of biological weapon. dixit and i looked at each other and burst out laughing.

aaj tak are taking "rang de basanti" a bit too seriously :)
and yeah... me has taken a leaf out of their book too ;)