Shingen Narahasi and the Duck-Billed Platypus
The story goes back a long way in time when i started to note down the further adventures of Shingen Narahsi-the famed martial art expert who had been reduced to a cameo in a popular movie this year.
He called to me and said
"Gu Ji Hoko Ni Juiji asadJI"
which in a strange dialect transalates literally as
"How dare you do this to me"
actually i wasn't entirely responsible for what happened in that movie but nevertheless i apologised.
"Sui Hi Jo Ki"
i am still figuring out what that means while we continue with our story
Shingen is on a trip to the zoo, he has never been there before as his father has refused any entertainment trips during his training (although Shingen had fooled his father and had watched Rashomon 45 times at the regal JiKuy theatre with his friend Gui Gji) but had never ventured out into the zoo.
The zoo was a fabulous place complete with all gorillas and orangutans and lions and lionesses. But these did not interest Shingen he wanted something radical..something vibrant and fun to watch so he walked to wards the crocodile enclosure...like shingen the crocodile was also bored and did not move, this further irritated Shingen and he said
"JojO Moki,Moki Jo Jo"
unfortunately for the crocodile like us did not understand Shingen's strange language, it is not as though Shingen did not know English he just found it casual and cool and ultra safe when he spoke in his own language.
Shingen for those who did not know graduated from a university with a major on "Shakespeare and the English language" he even said to me that he played the role of Macbeth in one his primary school days-he didn't enjoy the character very much but developed a sensitive relationship with the girl who played Lady Macbeth.
irritated with the crocodile and all other things around him Shingen decided to do what he does best- Kick ASS, so to everyone's amazement he showcased his talent in the arts, this somehow evoked the interest of a small Duck-billed Platypus so interestingly named Bill.
to continue..
Satyeki
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
And then it happened
Today happened to be the practicals
was slightly better prepared than yesterday
got an easy program -"Queue Using Arrays" ,later one my academic advisers (whom i have recently recruited and whom i will call Mr.Jones)put it very straight that it was a program even his six year old cousin could write in five minutes-although it took me one whole period.
And having written down the coding, i confidently moved on to the typing part of it,
sadly that the computer was adamant in not bowing down to my programming expertise and i did not get an output till the end of the session(meanwhile i was singing various songs to pass the time), then the teacher who was mean,tall and even meaner came wrote in her slender handwriting-ERROR.
those five letters changed my life forever.
Left the computer lab way before my actual time finished.
then Mr.Jones who called me up when i reached home fighting the rains said that
"No Input-No Output, how foolish" i could picture Mr.Jones shaking his bald head in shame and disagreement
I hope to do better next time Mr.Jones
I really do.
was slightly better prepared than yesterday
got an easy program -"Queue Using Arrays" ,later one my academic advisers (whom i have recently recruited and whom i will call Mr.Jones)put it very straight that it was a program even his six year old cousin could write in five minutes-although it took me one whole period.
And having written down the coding, i confidently moved on to the typing part of it,
sadly that the computer was adamant in not bowing down to my programming expertise and i did not get an output till the end of the session(meanwhile i was singing various songs to pass the time), then the teacher who was mean,tall and even meaner came wrote in her slender handwriting-ERROR.
those five letters changed my life forever.
Left the computer lab way before my actual time finished.
then Mr.Jones who called me up when i reached home fighting the rains said that
"No Input-No Output, how foolish" i could picture Mr.Jones shaking his bald head in shame and disagreement
I hope to do better next time Mr.Jones
I really do.
Monday, October 20, 2008
And all that for nothing
My dislike includes so many things, not that it matters but it is important that I mention it. A very important item on that daily increasing list is the computer program.
It is like one of those unanswerable questions like ‘Why should nature choose earth for life?’- Why should you write c programs?
Nobody has given me an acceptable answer on both, the students and teacher mere claimed that it is important for me, so I accept it without much of a rebellion
As by faith, I believe in the word of the teacher and other over-ambitious but at the same time docile students.
Five days, the stipulated time for me to memorize the given programs for my university practical, and none of them I am quite familiar and comfortable with, so what I do call one of the class big shots (students who are in their third revision)
And ask them how on earth should I read these ‘things’. With the best of their ability, they explain to me what should be done and still nothing penetrates my titanium head.
Day one passes idly including one fruitless trip to college and one fruitful trip to a library where I have lot to choose; keeping in mood the Booker fever I pick up V.S.Naipaul’s In a free state the book which got India’s first man booker (I don’t think it was called man booker then. I still don’t know why it’s called that now), the book is immensely engrossing until now and I’m still reading.
I pick out other books, which includes fictional account on the life of James Bond, which apart from my academic interest in James Bond had a satisfying picture of a white bikini clad blonde (people at the counter claim that this is the only reason I picked it up and I agree shamefully)
In addition, was a movie, which I was waiting to watch for almost a year “All the President’s Men”, starring my all time favorite Dustin Hoffman and Robert Redford- a write-up about the movie I am planning to write later.
Day two was spent at a symposium in SRM University, we attended a quiz we had no idea about but still managed to clinch the second place.
Day three and day four being Saturday and Sunday were spent how Saturday and Sunday should be spent.
Tuesday being the practical I decided that I should start by Monday to say the least and by evening I had read through some four programs and still had no clue how I would finish the remaining six or was it seven.
I keep trying to remember the void mains, the int, ptr and all other useless short forms in the C language. Believe me it was an honest attempt sometimes I even thought I understood.
Then comes the rain, we take the morning bus only to return early and facing no practical, it still gives me time to prepare but will I is a million dollar question; and so I have won this short war against the C language. For me it’s enough if a computer is available for writing and looking through the various websites that I usually do-programming is definitely not for me
And all that for nothing.
Satyeki
It is like one of those unanswerable questions like ‘Why should nature choose earth for life?’- Why should you write c programs?
Nobody has given me an acceptable answer on both, the students and teacher mere claimed that it is important for me, so I accept it without much of a rebellion
As by faith, I believe in the word of the teacher and other over-ambitious but at the same time docile students.
Five days, the stipulated time for me to memorize the given programs for my university practical, and none of them I am quite familiar and comfortable with, so what I do call one of the class big shots (students who are in their third revision)
And ask them how on earth should I read these ‘things’. With the best of their ability, they explain to me what should be done and still nothing penetrates my titanium head.
Day one passes idly including one fruitless trip to college and one fruitful trip to a library where I have lot to choose; keeping in mood the Booker fever I pick up V.S.Naipaul’s In a free state the book which got India’s first man booker (I don’t think it was called man booker then. I still don’t know why it’s called that now), the book is immensely engrossing until now and I’m still reading.
I pick out other books, which includes fictional account on the life of James Bond, which apart from my academic interest in James Bond had a satisfying picture of a white bikini clad blonde (people at the counter claim that this is the only reason I picked it up and I agree shamefully)
In addition, was a movie, which I was waiting to watch for almost a year “All the President’s Men”, starring my all time favorite Dustin Hoffman and Robert Redford- a write-up about the movie I am planning to write later.
Day two was spent at a symposium in SRM University, we attended a quiz we had no idea about but still managed to clinch the second place.
Day three and day four being Saturday and Sunday were spent how Saturday and Sunday should be spent.
Tuesday being the practical I decided that I should start by Monday to say the least and by evening I had read through some four programs and still had no clue how I would finish the remaining six or was it seven.
I keep trying to remember the void mains, the int, ptr and all other useless short forms in the C language. Believe me it was an honest attempt sometimes I even thought I understood.
Then comes the rain, we take the morning bus only to return early and facing no practical, it still gives me time to prepare but will I is a million dollar question; and so I have won this short war against the C language. For me it’s enough if a computer is available for writing and looking through the various websites that I usually do-programming is definitely not for me
And all that for nothing.
Satyeki
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
The Road 2
2. Egmore Railway Station
I was tired, as I did say before and couldn’t continue my supposed travelogue beyond the extremely tiring journey from college to home and so now that time has come again.
The object of my travel would be the National Institute of Trichy formerly known as the Regional Engineering College, as a man who is actively involved in certain areas of art I decided that I would be deserving enough to take part in their cultural event so easily titled Festember and yes you don’t have to ask, it does happen in the month of September it would be pointless to call it Festuary or Festuly (but festuary rhymes with estuary and will surely made use of in one of me later poems about this universe)
As all plans go wrong, this one also did, my original plan was to board a train a day earlier with my usual traveling but I started a day late thereby missing the event I was most looking out for-the lone wolf quiz. Not that I am the winning sort but the lone wolf quiz do test your individual thinking capacity.
I had taken lone wolf quizzes before, the most popular one being the IIT lone wolf quiz, the truth is that I enjoyed doing it but did not progress and progress is not a thing that I would care for; looking back into my life progress has been minimum and the pink cards called ‘progress cards’ I would receive till my primary only showed the opposite of the word in question. Not that I was too dumb or maybe I was it is to the information of the readers that the color of the progress card was changed to green when I ‘progressed’ to higher classes
Progressing to Egmore, I take a late evening train out of Mambalam looking out for familiar faces to accompany during an uneventful journey which is to follow, local trains in Chennai aren’t much crowded but Murphy’s law always works perfect for me...I being the quintessential negative person-it was crowded.
A man whose mouth was full of something I do not wish to describe made an effort in starting a conversation with me, I being the innocent listener was afraid that he would mistake me for one of the railway corners which are so helpfully painted red by people like the man who I was talking to.
He talked so much-topics ranged from the population density of the train to the habitat of the koala bear. I wished that Egmore station was nearer, later I reflected that the only word I had uttered during this conversation was a polite ‘Hmm’. Not that the man was intolerable or something I develop something of this sort called instinctive dislike to people I don’t know why but it something of an inherent quality I seem to posses like Harry Potter’s scar which aches when the old bad man is around.
Man with red thing in your mouth- if you are reading this I am sorry I really used you in getting this travelogue forward and hope we had a great conversation.
I reached Egmore way before any train in my direction would leave, so I took the lower bridge tapping my brain to find the bookstore on Egmore railway station, I finally find true to it’s pace when I saw some years back-The Ramakrishna Mission Bookstore.
I am not ashamed to agree that I quite a religious man, I find so many are ashamed at accepting such a fundamental thing- the impulsive book buyer that I am( I nearly spend all my father’s salary buying second hand books and we starve for the rest of the month)
I got one book on meditation by Swami Vivekananda himself which I am yet to read I didn’t know why I bought it but I did.
I spent rest of the fruitful moments reading through other books till the shopkeeper shooed me away like a rabid dog, then my friend arrived and we bought unreserved tickets to Srirangam.
The railway station, one of the oldest in the country , it would not be untrue that the golden age of the southern railways began at Egmore and I did like strolling through old buildings.
Till late eleven o clock we were hopping from one platform to another looking at heroines on movie poster and flashy magazine covers and having two rounds of caffeine.
I even tried singing “Hello I Love you ….won’t you tell me your name” which caused serious panic on platform nine and no quarters people began running in opposite directions and caused a minor stampede which was reported on the 17th page of the Times of India the next day, over all another day until the train arrived as usual late.
Satyeki
I was tired, as I did say before and couldn’t continue my supposed travelogue beyond the extremely tiring journey from college to home and so now that time has come again.
The object of my travel would be the National Institute of Trichy formerly known as the Regional Engineering College, as a man who is actively involved in certain areas of art I decided that I would be deserving enough to take part in their cultural event so easily titled Festember and yes you don’t have to ask, it does happen in the month of September it would be pointless to call it Festuary or Festuly (but festuary rhymes with estuary and will surely made use of in one of me later poems about this universe)
As all plans go wrong, this one also did, my original plan was to board a train a day earlier with my usual traveling but I started a day late thereby missing the event I was most looking out for-the lone wolf quiz. Not that I am the winning sort but the lone wolf quiz do test your individual thinking capacity.
I had taken lone wolf quizzes before, the most popular one being the IIT lone wolf quiz, the truth is that I enjoyed doing it but did not progress and progress is not a thing that I would care for; looking back into my life progress has been minimum and the pink cards called ‘progress cards’ I would receive till my primary only showed the opposite of the word in question. Not that I was too dumb or maybe I was it is to the information of the readers that the color of the progress card was changed to green when I ‘progressed’ to higher classes
Progressing to Egmore, I take a late evening train out of Mambalam looking out for familiar faces to accompany during an uneventful journey which is to follow, local trains in Chennai aren’t much crowded but Murphy’s law always works perfect for me...I being the quintessential negative person-it was crowded.
A man whose mouth was full of something I do not wish to describe made an effort in starting a conversation with me, I being the innocent listener was afraid that he would mistake me for one of the railway corners which are so helpfully painted red by people like the man who I was talking to.
He talked so much-topics ranged from the population density of the train to the habitat of the koala bear. I wished that Egmore station was nearer, later I reflected that the only word I had uttered during this conversation was a polite ‘Hmm’. Not that the man was intolerable or something I develop something of this sort called instinctive dislike to people I don’t know why but it something of an inherent quality I seem to posses like Harry Potter’s scar which aches when the old bad man is around.
Man with red thing in your mouth- if you are reading this I am sorry I really used you in getting this travelogue forward and hope we had a great conversation.
I reached Egmore way before any train in my direction would leave, so I took the lower bridge tapping my brain to find the bookstore on Egmore railway station, I finally find true to it’s pace when I saw some years back-The Ramakrishna Mission Bookstore.
I am not ashamed to agree that I quite a religious man, I find so many are ashamed at accepting such a fundamental thing- the impulsive book buyer that I am( I nearly spend all my father’s salary buying second hand books and we starve for the rest of the month)
I got one book on meditation by Swami Vivekananda himself which I am yet to read I didn’t know why I bought it but I did.
I spent rest of the fruitful moments reading through other books till the shopkeeper shooed me away like a rabid dog, then my friend arrived and we bought unreserved tickets to Srirangam.
The railway station, one of the oldest in the country , it would not be untrue that the golden age of the southern railways began at Egmore and I did like strolling through old buildings.
Till late eleven o clock we were hopping from one platform to another looking at heroines on movie poster and flashy magazine covers and having two rounds of caffeine.
I even tried singing “Hello I Love you ….won’t you tell me your name” which caused serious panic on platform nine and no quarters people began running in opposite directions and caused a minor stampede which was reported on the 17th page of the Times of India the next day, over all another day until the train arrived as usual late.
Satyeki
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Oh Pigeon! you have no reason!
I always wanted to write poems, the sweet ones about the mountains and rivers and beautiful women- but there was one big glitch in it, i couldn't find these things to write about in everyday life this is to say the least.
I searched for a mountain
but could see none
I searched for a river but found out that my city was lacking in god's blessings
and finally i looked for beautiful women-lacking in personal experience i thought i would ask people about what beauty meant to them.Surprisingly no sane person could define what beauty really meant for them.
then sometime back i thought i would go reverse thinking-argue that a beautiful women does not exist and then disprove this btw was a boring technique as i couldn't define my parameters i.e. on what grounds beauty was to be defined-maybe that was the problem everyone were facing.
Leaving beauty to take it's own course- i decided that i would write a poem on a pigeon who earned my anger by laying an egg on bathroom window sill -later i decided that i would send it to the Times of India,the idea was abandoned quite immediately, then i decided that i would publish the same on orkut with all the other rubbish that it usually churns out
Here goes it's tentatively called
OH! PIGEON YOU HAVE NO REASON
Like it was this sunny morning
i never liked saying 'good morning'
it's not as though i hated greetings
and not that i had any important meetings
But the bathroom was surely out of bounds
Even to the fierce smelly hounds
Oh pigeon
you have no reason!
the thing you did
it made me cry (it really did)
Oh pigeon
you have no reason
this is royal treason
in the summer season
Oh pigeon(repeat 2 times, choir music up and fade)
hope you liked the poem
even if you didn't
as if i care
I searched for a mountain
but could see none
I searched for a river but found out that my city was lacking in god's blessings
and finally i looked for beautiful women-lacking in personal experience i thought i would ask people about what beauty meant to them.Surprisingly no sane person could define what beauty really meant for them.
then sometime back i thought i would go reverse thinking-argue that a beautiful women does not exist and then disprove this btw was a boring technique as i couldn't define my parameters i.e. on what grounds beauty was to be defined-maybe that was the problem everyone were facing.
Leaving beauty to take it's own course- i decided that i would write a poem on a pigeon who earned my anger by laying an egg on bathroom window sill -later i decided that i would send it to the Times of India,the idea was abandoned quite immediately, then i decided that i would publish the same on orkut with all the other rubbish that it usually churns out
Here goes it's tentatively called
OH! PIGEON YOU HAVE NO REASON
Like it was this sunny morning
i never liked saying 'good morning'
it's not as though i hated greetings
and not that i had any important meetings
But the bathroom was surely out of bounds
Even to the fierce smelly hounds
Oh pigeon
you have no reason!
the thing you did
it made me cry (it really did)
Oh pigeon
you have no reason
this is royal treason
in the summer season
Oh pigeon(repeat 2 times, choir music up and fade)
hope you liked the poem
even if you didn't
as if i care
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