Let the goose that lays golden eggs lay the eggs

There is no better way to "feel the love" than to pass through the comments section on various torrent sites. The ones that deliver, i mean. People are falling over themselves to thank the uploader, bless him, take his dog out for a walk, just anything for for the pleasure of being able to watch that movie or this episode of that TV series. Of course, the fact that they only have to type out their gratitude makes them promise more than would actually care to deliver if it came to that, but i have a feeling a lot of them mean what they say. And i can understand the love overflowing, but people, you have to be careful you dont drown the poor guy! The best example of what i'm trying to say are the <* I go for axxo but you can fill in the name of your favourite uploader here> for president! messages. To the people posting such messages. I understand you think just about anyone would be an improvement. I understand what axxo has bought to your life few others will. I understand you want to share the sense of happiness and fulfillment. But please, think for a minute. If axxo becomes president and goes around saving the world** with the same dedication and sincerity with which he rips movies, where will we go for our daily fix?


* Yippie! I finally remembered before publishing a post that angular brackets wont work.
** Yes, its the Heroes effect. Even the apple i eat somehow saves the world. Eat the apple, save the world.

To the one who (supposedly) sits up above the world so high

(For the record, this is not what i want to be writing. At all. The disclaimer just so i feel less of a hypocrite.)

You didnt have to do it. No, really. Take a casual comment, inspired more by nostalgia than any real love for the season, so seriously and bring winter to my city overnight. And while i have your attention, how about looking into that other stuff i've been going on and on about?

TIA.


(What if His system is that arbitrary? Each one of us gets a slice of His time and whatever we happen to be wishing for at that moment, is ours. We'd have to be clean and clear on the inside, 24x7. No more looking left one minute and be convinced that right is the way to go the next. No more wishing that guy would choke on his own cigarette, or wanting all traffic lights to turn into fairies and fly away, or wishing for a big tree to fall on her head and knock the nonsense out of it. It'd be worse than being good for Santa Claus!)

Now accepting applications for the post of driver for my Nova

Aah, Thursday's done! Just one more to go. Wish i didnt live this far from office, the ride is really starting to get to me. 40 kms a day on days i go to the gym, even the petrol pump assistant recognizes me now. At least it has stopped raining. Rains in November, what is the weather coming to? Heh, maybe the weather gods have also had to suffer layoffs. Maybe they outsourced to some developing part of heaven and are now dealing with communication issues. Idiot, at least dont make fun of your own side! I have to admit though, the rains make for a smoother ride. Right. And do you plan on getting those brakes fixed anytime soon? Whats wrong with them? So their output doesnt exactly correspond to the input, but i've gone months without any output from them at all. You think i cant do this? Oh fine. Even if you do say yes now and swear that you mean it, you are never actually going to do it. Like all those times you swear you are going to call up people. Err.. aah post rain is nice. Hey, man crossing the street, hurry up, i dont want to have to break for you. Damn he stopped! Why did he have to stop? He would have made it too. Break, break break. Damn it all, looks like i'm going to fall!

Excuse me. I hate to disturb you, but you do realize you are lying down in the middle of a fairly busy road? Maybe its time to try and get up? Whats the big hurry? I'm pretty sure no one will crash into me and say - woops, didnt quite see you there. I mean, i am lying in the middle of the road. Exactly. Fine, i'll get up. That wasnt so bad. Now for the bike. Shut it off first. Damn it, where are the people who gather around every accident and generally make a nuisance of themselves when you need them? Aah, there comes one. Yes sir, i'd like some help lifting the bike. Oh you can do it without me? Thank you. Yes i'm fine. You could have been a little less cheerful about that fine, you know. Yeah, yeah. I'm off though, arent i? Damn it, this means no gym tomorrow. Aerobics it was too. Nice going. This isnt so bad. Not much pain, i dont seem too disturbed or shaken, think i got away pretty light. OMG, is that a tear in my pant? In my latest if if i were to convert to a religion in which i'd be buried when i died, these are the pants i would want to be buried in pants?? What have you done, you stupid accident??? You might want to stop staring at the tear and lookup

BAM!

Where am i?


P.S. Since i am typing this, obviously at some point during the narrative my imagination divorced reality. But i do have a torn pant and a grazed knee to prove that once upon a time the two were together and very much in love. On the plus side (though nothing can make up for that tear) i got an injection and a dressing! I aint 'fraid o' no shots! I dont actually like them, but not being afraid makes me feel all (there really isnt a better word for this) macho. And dressing. Its my favourite thing about getting hurt. Bandaids, bandages, casts... the bigger the better! Totally makes up for the pain. Except maybe the time i hurt my upper lip while trying out some equipment in the gym and had to walk around with a Charlie Chaplinesque moustache for dressing. Okay fine, i loved that too.

Heroes, one season later

Warning: minor spoilers possible. So if you are not there yet, keep away.

It really is the best way to watch a series. Start late, so the episodes can gush out (a stream, a river, an ocean if you can take it) instead of the once a week trickle that you have to otherwise be satisfied with. For you own sanity though, make sure you have some immovables in your life to hold on to. Being swept away is fine, but you never know when the current becomes too strong to resist.

So, Heroes. Awesome series, totally hooked! Random observations follow.

Out of the billions in this country, find me one, one person named Mohinder Suresh. What kind of a name is that?? Seriously, for all the trouble they seem to have gone into to include world culture, Mohinder Suresh?? I'd have to try really hard to come up with worse. Maybe Bahadur Venkatachalam. Or Panjabakesan Singh. On a related note, how cool is it that they have a track completely in Japanese? Very. I now know that anything written on paper seems to be called manga in Japanese.

Its surprising how much Angela, Nathan and Peter actually look like family! Peter of course is my pick, but that guy needs to tone it down a little. You may be the one who blows up the world (okay New York city, but why split hairs?), but being hyper will not help.

Also, i'm not trying to be a bi**h here, but do fourteen year olds really look like Claire?? And her dad, oh he is easily the most morally manipulative character ever! Starts out by being the villain. Then we are told he has done it all to save his daughter and suddenly, everything is forgiven. Just like that, he is the good guy. It really struck me when i found myself rooting for him, that there is more grey in this series than, no there is only grey in this series. I'm pretty sure even Syler is going to come redeem himself at some point. Its like that voice tells us at the beginning of some episode (or maybe the end, its all one big mash in my head now), its not about right or wrong. Its about survival. It is bloody stupid to judge them by our moral yardstick, but hey, its the only one i have.

And how easily they kill of characters! Now they fill up an episode, and the next one they are gone. And everyone's life is so full of problems, no one looks back. In fact they seem so suspiciously caviler about the whole thing, for a while i thought they'd bring back the dead ones. After all, anything is possible. I really wonder how the writers manage to limit themselves to a coherent story. That much of freedom, i'd have gone mad picking a path and sticking to it.

I'm crossing over to season two now, but no spoilers so its safe. I love the way the Irish speak! I've kind of had a soft corner for them ever since i read Trinity. If i'd known Conor Larkin spoke like that, that accent, that lilt, oh damn!

Of course i have to end with if i could what one super power would i pick. Sticking to the ones they've shown so far and not considering the one with all the other ones, flying is in. So is becoming invisible. Talking to machines too. If i were a true geek, at some level i'd already feel connected. But i'm not. Think how super cool it'd be if i could just touch a machine and tell you why it crashed!

I think i'll fly. Have a house in the sky.

And finally, if i seem harsh, its only because i love you and want you to do better!

P.S Just back from imdb. Found out that the dude who plays Mohinder is named Sendhil Amithab Ramamurthy. I eat my words.

Do not do unto others...

Sometimes, all you want to do is hold up a mirror to people. In the hope that they'll see what they have become. That they'll see the exact things they find so difficult/unkind/wrong in others staring back at them. That what they'll see will affect them enough to want to change.

But you dont.

Because you are not sure you cannot handle a mirror being held up to you.

The Three Hundredth

Post this one is. Which of course means it has to be a meta-blogging one. I did toy around with the idea of postponing it to the 301st, but pretending to be different? Lame-r than following the herd.

Warning (inserted after having written halfway): This is going to be very boring to anyone who was not there. And since no one but me was there though the 6 years i plan to cover...

The first two years
She inspired me to start. With this post. Took a few posts to develop the courage to come out to my friends. Started a group chat on MSN, our communication lifeline back then. For everything from lunch to tea to snacks to badminton to birthday cakes to random leg pulling to gossip.

Me: I have a confession to make (or something equally dramatic)
She: Now what?
(To this day, i remember she said that. I wonder why. Its not like we did dark confessable deeds everyday. We were seedhe saade bachche log. Very. The only way we were conspicuous was by the amount of noise we made on the lunch table. And err... the number of helpings of food some of us couldnt do without.)
They read. Didnt laugh. Continued to read without having to be reminded. And that is how it took off. Did anything change? I'd like to think so. Most of them blogged at that time and i think reading each other pushed us away from that line that divides colleagues and friends.

The next two
IIT. I know the blog helped. Provided the bootstrapping i needed to come out and start talking to people and hitting people and throwing things on people... (That and the most embarrassing game of basketball ever, but shhh). And i'm so glad at least some bits of that magical time are on record because in a few years, i'll have no problem believing it was all a dream.

The last two
Is when the blog became something more than (lets face it) an outlet for my vanity. Writing helped. Added meaning, at times took it away, made things appear lighter. And has it changed anything? It has been recently discovered at work, not that i'd made it difficult, there is a link on my Orkut page, for God's sake! What does it say about me that it took two years even so? That maybe, i'm not done with needing the bootstrapping.

New theory on weekends

A weekend expands to accommodate all the episodes of Heroes you have managed to get home. After all, it would do at all, would it, if you went back to work on Monday with unfinished business?