When the Stars Go Blue

Apr 07, 2007

My trip to Jaipur got derailed today. Plans never materialized and i decided to keep sleeping. It however gave my mom a little leeway to come after me for not (re)organizing my wardrobe. With summers setting in, winter clothes needed bundling up. So was the need to take a stock of the situation of summer accessories. Fortunately, the pile was big enough to last me this season. Otherwise i would have had to go shirt shopping with mommy dear. I don't really mind that, but why bother. I mean, mom, how does my choice of shirt have anything to do with my coming to a shop with you. You know my size and my style. You like shopping more than i do. Why wouldn't you get me something by yourself and shock me, err... i mean surprise me. As it is, how the shirt looks on me is a perception that other people are going to notice and comment on. Not me myself. Right !!!

Anyways, i ended up watching some soccer and Cheatskies grab vital 3 points with a fluke long ranger. Bad day when that happens because dear "Mannu" (as my mom calls them) generally end up messing theirs, and thus screwing the entire joy out of my as it is morose weekends.

I ended up having a nice sumptuous dinner of Gujarati thali, followed by jalebis.
For the uninitiated, jalebis are the round-round spiral things, that are quite sweet, spoil your teeth, end up coloring your shirt with sugar stains, and are made by frying flour dough in oil. I am not an expert chef like my friend hammy who knows the exact recipe for a dosa (yeah hammy, this is a leaf out of your book), so pardon my facts on jalebi if i got them worng. But most importantly, did i tell you that jalebis are orange in color. I think if i gift a kilo of these "Orange" colored sweeties to my boss Mr. AS, he should definitely be in a mood to promote me. You would ask me what has jalebis got to do with promotion. My reply is nothing. You missed the point if you could not decipher where the stress lay ...

Also, it was interesting to note the varied conceptualizations for my multi colored rage (aka my blog here). From words like jhataak, psychedelic, rave to word processors, all participants in the contest get a free ticket to the Blimagine cup. Keep imagining and blogging.

Ciao for now ...

Oh and for those who have had the nerve and guts to read till this line and are still wondering about what the hell in the whole wide world did the post title refer to with regards to the content in here, well, the answer is - "absolutely nothing". Except for being the title of a song written by Ryan Adams and performed by my darling Andrea and Bono, and being my favorite number, the name serves no other purpose.

Welcome to my world of random blogging :-)

What's In a Name ???

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Apr 06, 2007

My second blog entry in a day. This is what happens when i refuse to leave my laptop alone. And look what i have done now to my blog. Spruced it up ever so much with color that even designers from NIFT are going to get a heart attack. I also ended up reverting back to my nearly original nickname rather than a cryptic pseudonym i was writing under. A friend suggested in a very 'matter of factly' way that i put up my blog link on my g-talk status because she wasn't going to memorize it for the rest of her life. So, well, i decided - if that was going to be the case, some posts needed deleting and some names needed editing. And since charity begins at home, i demystify my name as well, even though most of my juniors still know me only as "medusabane" sir.

Incidentally, the title here happens to be a nemesis of sorts. It was the title of a white paper i wrote while working on a project in my office. It was also the topic of my extempore for the FMS interview. Having a unique name does invite such varied concoctions from people all around. I am a Greek to someone, an Iranian to another, but an alien to most !!
Truly speaking, its actually good i have such a name. Its quite an ice-breaker in most situations, and evilly speaking, i tend to cash in such situations. Not my fault. I just go with the flow.

The second part about adding colors to my blog was simply because i was restless and the preexisting templates were boring to say the least - "what to do sir, i am to be liking the scribe template but it not to be having the option of stretch". Well at least now i can campaign for Nerolac or Asian paints - zindagi rangeen bana de !! What this also does, is take away the attention from my pathetic writing skills and focus them on my pathetic coloring schemes. I read somewhere that most people will visit sites or read books that have more pictures and colors in them than small font cluttered text.

The only question that now remains is - how do i make the people actually read this ??
Cos in the end, i am still "Perky P" and not any "Juggy D" or "Jazzy B" ...

Preserve Wildlife - Pickle a Squirrel ...

6 Apr, 2007

Just like the title heading, this post is again entering the Random Zone. Somehow i feel i am moving away from the concept of my blog name - The 5th dimension, where thoughts meet reality - there doesn't seem to be a reality check here. Though i wouldnt even put it to be an all out thought forum like dear little Spaceman 'the Spiff' Calvin and Sir 'Tigger' Hobbes enthusiastically share.

Well pulling myself back into writing what i intended to write here, the title is "obviously" stolen. Its not my style. Rather put, i ain't good enough to think up something like that. Its been clearly and shamelessly plagiarized from another blog that i had been reading earlier today. Also, don't expect me to name the blog. If i did, it wouldn't be plagiarism, rather it would end up being a bibliography.

The point i am making is - how do people end up writing so much daily and that too quality stuff. I surfed through 3-4 blog authors and read a few of their entries. Not exactly mind blowing but pretty good stuff. Especially the titles they think off - i mean that practically sets up half the tone and mood.

Okie i am back after leaving my blog midway and just browsing around again aimlessly. I mean what the hell am i even doing on the net right now. I should rather read up something and spend time better. Oh but then again - i am reading blogs - screwed up vicious circle it is.

I have a client meeting at 9pm. I think I'll skip that and get back to reading some Asimov and listening to dear Andrea. My managers should be "able" to handle the rut.

One more post down with just nothing going in as content. Damn it hammy - i blame you for it (now somebody has to get the stick - u being a junior are in the firing line)

Bloggers Paradox

05 Apr 2007

Hasn't everybody who blogs ever felt the frustration creep in when he/she gets in a mood to write something and decides like - here it comes - my best piece of blogging ever ... and suddenly the moment u punch the laptop keys - Whoom Crash Bang - all ideas disappeared !!!

You have nothing or nobody to write about, crib or discuss. It feels as if what a mundane day it has been. You did this and that, and yet you cannot say what you did. Nothing really significant to write up or share. Even if you did, you might end up not publishing it, simply because you wouldnt consider it a work of art ...

I think i am just writing right now simply for the heck of it - just because i came in to write and nowi feel challenged right now. None of this makes sense; a few incoherent repetitive ramblings just to relax and not get bored. I might as well read some better blogs and spend time productively.

Who knows i might come across a good topic to think about and might just plagiarize it myself. I mean who really cares. Its not as if I am using romantic couplets written by others and passing them as my own to some girl. Though come to think about it - the idea ain't half that bad. But on second thoughts - naaa - i probably could conjure up a few lines myself for my loved one if need be. They might end up being stupid or even dumb to an extent - but the pleasure of creating art in any form has always given me joy - i cant dance, sing or play - and yet .. and yet - i simply try.

Sure, i mean it gets obscene at times, the way i just try and go cacophonic - I don't intend to set a phobia of music into the people next to me - but kind of inevitably it just happens. I believe when people say so modestly "they don't sing well". I think we should all stick to bathroom singing. Thats the one time when the shower wont complain. But that's another story - somewhere sometime someplace ...

And hey - look what happened - i thought i would manage to write something good - i thought Oh God what should i write - i thought and couldn't think - i wrote and couldn't write - and yet i manage to fill in a few lines here - abstract abject arbit. Seems like i am getting good in things i can't do. Now that my friend is what i truly call a paradox :-)

Ulysses

Apr 04, 2007

The sheer joy of being able to leave my office at 9pm today has just made me more of a lunatic. Given the stress i have been under to continuously slog day in and night out, had taken a toll on my health - physically, mentally and emotionally ...

With suddenly all work materializing to a finish, and no backlogs or pile-ons apparating onto my plate, i simply was overwhelmed with emotions too good to be true or comprehended. I can understand how Sanjay Dutt would have felt in Zinda after he came out of that horrid cell - in his case it was fried wantons - in my case Paneer Tikka Pizza, Focaccia and Brownies.

Its been days since i got time for myself - let alone devoting time to others !!!
Thanks to a very close friends advice, i put my foot down to the inhuman torture (oh ok - it wasnt so bad as i am making it sound, but nonetheless - leaving at 7 am in the morning almost twice a week and coming back by 11 isnt something anyone would want)

I dont know till how long a time my manager would be able to digest my happiness - but that is not something i am worried about presently. As of now, its heaven, bliss and ulysses - all rolled into one ...