Tough times. I need to work to save my degree. Apart from what I've lost already.
I get this feeling that I'm a lone warrior, fighting the world.
2/27/2008
2/26/2008
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah
2/23/2008
Of puns
The South African cartoonist Zapiro apparently depicted a recent cartoon showing "George Bush's response to the Bird Flu - Bombing Turkey and the Canary Isles" :-)
And my sister's Social Board exam is coming up. In frustration she says "This is the most exasperating chapter I've ever read in history". Indeed.
And my sister's Social Board exam is coming up. In frustration she says "This is the most exasperating chapter I've ever read in history". Indeed.
2/11/2008
Of hoardings and advertising
I was thinking of this yesterday. It seems an idea worth trying out - for fun - after talking to Caesar.
A few advertising hoardings you see daily on the roads - have "Contact 98843..." written on them. The purpose is obviously simple - The contact number is that of the owner of the hoarding space. You call that number, pay the rent for a fixed period of time, and use the hoarding to put up whatever Ad you want.
Now, what if I decide to do this: I call up the guy, pay him the rent for (say) three months and get the permission to put up anything I want. I decide to retain the "Contact 98843..." on it, but change ONE digit in the number. For three months, people would call the number only to reach nowhere. After three months, when the owner actually puts his own number back, people wouldn't notice the difference and they'd stop calling. He would lose a lot of business, right?
How does it sound? :-)
2/08/2008
2/03/2008
Post
A smart, well dressed man was sitting in the bar sipping Vodka after a long day at work.
She came along and sat next to him. They started talking. She was bloody hot. She asked him if he was single. He smiled, took a shot of Vodka and stretched her hand towards him. He took out a pen and wrote down a telephone number on her palm.
She came along and sat next to him. They started talking. She was bloody hot. She asked him if he was single. He smiled, took a shot of Vodka and stretched her hand towards him. He took out a pen and wrote down a telephone number on her palm.
She winked at him, and he could see anticipation and happiness in her eyes.
He got out of the seat, told her 'That's my girlfriend's number', and walked off.
2/02/2008
Poetry
Poetry. I despise it. I do like some of it, but mostly, NO. I don't mean to sound mean (talk of poetry) in any of this, but reading poetry almost makes me feel my head getting heavier with Iron (III) Hydroxide. I'd ask a personal favor to anyone doing a psychology PhD or something - Please do a dissertation involving understanding a poet's (modern/medieval doesn't matter) mind. I would really like to know what the fuck goes on in their minds.
Less ironically sounding, metaphorical sense makes the most sense to me. Actually, that's the only thing which makes sense. Anything else => Iron(III) Hydroxide.
Poetry, they say, can be on any topic (especially after Renaissance when poets apparently showed the middle finger to the conservative old fellows, and started writing poems about everything). The world, human feelings, nature, life, well, alright, a whole list of things. I find it hard to think which amongst these is the worst. But my guess would be, um, I don't know.
Well, I accept I'm incapable of understanding poetry, but still, I don't get the point. How can these fellows (Note that Fellows has 'Fe' = Iron) write lines that make no sense? Oh, I get the point, you poetry lovers, it does make sense, but not to me right? Yes. I get it I get it. But I'm sorry. I can't smile at you and clap at you when you ask me to understand how beautiful it is when a stone talks to you or a bark of a tree signifies circles of life or when a snake tells you how not to go on a straight path and other such nonsense.
Some songs have wonderful lyrics, again, mostly metaphorical. I have no problems when poems or lines make sense. It's only when they talk of the obvious, or force you to see the beauty in stuff like what I just mentioned above, it's pissing off.
I was irrationally angry the other day when I suggested to KV, that we fill up two columns with pluses and minuses respectively, of poets to this world. I couldn't find a plus, but filled in 'Consume food' in the minuses.
Give me prose any day.
This post is a result of my frustration of having to go through some poetry of late.
Less ironically sounding, metaphorical sense makes the most sense to me. Actually, that's the only thing which makes sense. Anything else => Iron(III) Hydroxide.
Poetry, they say, can be on any topic (especially after Renaissance when poets apparently showed the middle finger to the conservative old fellows, and started writing poems about everything). The world, human feelings, nature, life, well, alright, a whole list of things. I find it hard to think which amongst these is the worst. But my guess would be, um, I don't know.
Well, I accept I'm incapable of understanding poetry, but still, I don't get the point. How can these fellows (Note that Fellows has 'Fe' = Iron) write lines that make no sense? Oh, I get the point, you poetry lovers, it does make sense, but not to me right? Yes. I get it I get it. But I'm sorry. I can't smile at you and clap at you when you ask me to understand how beautiful it is when a stone talks to you or a bark of a tree signifies circles of life or when a snake tells you how not to go on a straight path and other such nonsense.
Some songs have wonderful lyrics, again, mostly metaphorical. I have no problems when poems or lines make sense. It's only when they talk of the obvious, or force you to see the beauty in stuff like what I just mentioned above, it's pissing off.
I was irrationally angry the other day when I suggested to KV, that we fill up two columns with pluses and minuses respectively, of poets to this world. I couldn't find a plus, but filled in 'Consume food' in the minuses.
Give me prose any day.
This post is a result of my frustration of having to go through some poetry of late.
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