Concealed Conversations of Camaflouged Kind

One thing which prevents me always from writing the stuff is that i start judging beforehand. I want to write about such a wide spectrum of topics that it could put even put my neighborhood aunts mouth to shame. She is blessed with this paragalactic power by the virtue of which she can comment, discuss and judge the following topics in one go :

1. Obama's white house celebration and his credit policies towards PWC and all
2. Neighbors daughter's latest selection of wardrobe, (ot the lack of it)
3. Ranbir Kapoor's T's in the latest filck
4. How karnataka police sux coz they caught a kasmiri without proof !!!

All this, in one breath my friends. She makes 2 pac reel in his grave.

Whew, me and my randomness!


Anyways, I have decided to write stuff on a daily basis. Whatever come to my mind. And I kind of don't care. Because I am writing not for you my reader, I am writing for myself.

I want to write about Travel, about books, about my guitar, about my brush with corporate life, My collision with corporate politics, about my failures to plan my future, about my obessession with the concept of entropy in physics, about GOD,About Ghosts, I want to convince myself that Kurt Cobain is dead, I want to write about how my education inspite of being from the best institues of this country, is still hollow.

And I want to ask, ask my school how come i was taught how to find number of zeroes in 123989! but not taught how to file my IT returns. Ask why i was caned in front of school when I couldn't recite the poetry well but not told that even if I do survive this ordeal I will basically end up working myself crazy being a part of a network which was designed to make someone rich ! How come I wasn't taught how to make my own networks ?

And I wanna talk, about your obesession with firecrackers, burning your money away in front of a begger whose kid is dying in his arms cause of hunger ! I wanna talk about campuses of premier institutes of this country like the one to which i belong, and ask how come the sex ratio is 27 males : 1 Female ? I wanna talk about the new grading system in 10th, wasn't it preparing the kids to face what they are going to face after two years anyway?

And I wanna tell, about my travels. I wanna tell that I am fascinated by twitter as of now. About how i have lived my life on wheels this last one year. About how in three month's I ended up in Chamber's of VP's and CEO's from my college's maggie corner (where I still owe 27 bucks..shhh dont tell, thts a fortune there. I am the john dillinger of the campus). I wanna tell ppl how 12th standard is basically the most important year of your life in India, and kinds of decides what you'll end up doing for your future, so not to fret your entire school life. I wanna tell people that if you could prognosticate entropy spikes of your life, you could end up prediciting your future !! I wanna tell my gang that I play electric guitar now, and cobain's solo's at that :)

I wanna write, I wanna tell, I wanna ask........and I will.

Cantankerous Chivalries of Calculation kind !!!

"Treat Maths like a Lady" are the words which echo in my ears since the time i was learning 2+2 !! i can't recall who said that??but i guess i somehow ended up taking this advice a bit too seriously !!!So if a girl is that "open the door + pull the chair + take me to the opera " types, i would do exactly the same, i would never take her to the local rap contest held every Friday where people rap against each other in a language that could make even a psycho war viking weep !! And vice versa of course. The point being, i wouldn't cross the domain ever. When it comes to ladies and maths, there are no subsets, or so i thought !!!


But in the recent transport phenomena paper, i came across an integral which looked upon me as if muralitharna would look at a local five year old on the strike. But then i did the unthinkable, i broke the rule. I crossed the line, and applied a throem which before this i had applied only in algebra. In short, i treated my integral like a bitch !!!

It was like taking a cheerleader girl to the annual Mensa director's challenge contest, or taking the literature professor to the annual fan convention of the third Jedi of star wars. It was like calling a queen a "whore" on her face !!

But what followed was amazing, the answer came before i realized in five fukin steps. The arrogant and proud Integral ended up being completely submissive.

The problem with unsuccessful lovers of maths like us is that we are too conservative in ways which we try to woo her. U gotta twist HER arm a little, Let maths be the one who's helpless in front of your plethora of approaches. I read this lady's mind people, so go ahead and try whatever u want to in maths with total liberty. Next time solving a triangle, assume the equilateral, there's always one voice which told us, "fuk...look , the diagram looks like an equilateral". this claim was shut by saying that it isnt "given" that its equilateral. SO what ....90% of problems can be solved by legitimate assumptions.

I wish i read a blog like this when i was in 11th, and i also wonder if the same approach could work with difficult gals too !!! anyways, lets leave this domain for now, coz solving a complex math problem is never as complex as wooing a girl :) , Einstein solved the equations of uncertainty principle and got a Nobel, but how many dates did he get !!! see........

Mabbe by the time i end this entry I'll be eligible for "geeks gone bad" website's premium membership, but that's not the point.(Do NOT visit this website if you are under 18 !!). The point is that the way to please Maths was completely different than what i thought. One has to take liberties with her. That's what ppl who are good with it do, they play with it. How many of us do that ? I struggled with maths my entire life, i know that feeling of helplessness which creeps in when you just can't solve that question. That feeling of worthlessness......oh it's horrible. Somewhat similar to what a father feels when his kid points to a passing car as they stand on the bus stand waiting !! It can break you completely.

Random Renditions Of Rapturous Kind

First of all, i confess that i dont have any idea why i have given the title which i gave, but then i guess its allowed for someone who has no idea of even his existence !! perhaps its as random as this entry, or my day for that matter.

so much for the lame starting, if you are still reading , you have a good heart, and if you plan to any further , you are actually an angel, its just that you didnt know it.

I am listening to kurt cobain right now, and i realize that he is more random than my blogs could ever be, but i also realize that people like random stuff at times.

I got straight D's in my writing classes because they told that i couldn't focus on a single theme, but i ask that was your day today on a single theme.life my friends is never on a single theme, it keeps changing, every hour. They told i should forsee my ending of the article as soon as i begin to write, can you forsee whats gonna happen tommorow in ur life ? my writing is my life , and i cannot forsee anything. My writing style is the style god used to make universe, random !!

i have thinking about writing since quite a while now, 4 years to be precise, and today i was wondering why i didnt write when this is so much the thing i want to do, and when i started recollecting the reasons, i found the dreaded quality once again, all the rasons were random. Try to point out a thing you have always wanted to do but didnt and then you will realize that the resons which stopped you were totally random. Randomness hovers above every domain of our otherwise seemingly structured life.

Maybe being random isnt that bad after all, you know, this was just a random article on randomness so perhaps you got bored from it, but point is, being random is better than to pretend to be structured and then repent over what you could have done more.

Now that you read this random blog,Try giving a random smile once, try helping a random person once, feed a random animal once (i fed a random iguana !!), try talking random to your collegues once instead of cliched boss bashing, try taking your family to a random place once instead of booking a place 1 week in advance, try reading a random book once, maybe you'll stumble upon a masterpiece, Shout random abuses to noone in perticular, the solace is amazing.

Random my friend , is the way of life, its a patended technolgy by GOD, but next time u see this random person, realize that its the way all the things are meant to be and go up and talk. We all remember at least one random face which we saw in a mall perhaps, or in a random suburban train where we were looking at that stranger inspite of being randomly groped around by the crowd.

The randomness around you and me is overwhelming, the sooner you be a part of it, the better it is.