Well, it is partly true - gotta finish my IPR paper by tomorrow morning. Now that's too little a time.
Today was a holiday, but spent most of the day in front of the computer, reading through various articles on "Traditional Knowledge Protection" which is the paper on which I am working on currently.
I am done with "Train to Pakistan" and will give a full account of my experience pretty soon. Would have liked to do it now, but I am really hard pressed for time today. I am posting this only because I wanted to tell you that it rained yesterday night, soon after I blogged, and it was such a relief! :)
Global warming has been getting on my nerves for quite some time now, and the last few months (from Dec. 25th to be precise, the day on which I landed back from the comfy Delhi winter) had been intolerably hot, so terribly hot. Humidity and heat made all of us sweat so much; and I really thought I was melting away in the ruthless heat! I am one of those persons who registers heat last; but this one season had been a virtual hell.
Now, this rain was such a pleasure. It made me realize how THIRSTY, this land and her people were, for a heavenly shower. The rain lasted like about a decent thirty minutes, and the whole of the place felt the blessing! In case you didnt know, it is so nice to have rains.
Yesterday's rain however did not evoke any sorta romantic feelings (romantic as in classic romanticism). I belong to that school of thought which believes that the first few rains in the beginning of the monsoon, has to strictly adhere to its sense of duty, which is to cool down the heat. It is the rains after that threshold limit, that makes you romance the Indian monsoon. Now that will take some more time to come. And, when it does, I will most definitely blog about it.
Till then, attending to the IPR paper, and dreaming about rains, I remain yours ever...
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
Well begun is half done! :)
Today was that sorta perfect day, without much specials in it, just plain, simple, funfilled day, and like I said - well begun.
Had a fantastic workout session in the morning, all the endorphins released kept my spirits high throughout the day, and that is something I really really love!
Did my really colorful, pic-filled powerpoint presentation on "Precautionary Principle and Indian Judiciary" and I should say, Sir really appreciated it, though half the class didnt even bother raising their heads from their cozy afternoon sleep! Sriram and Sreejith were at their irritable best, but seriously, it didnt distract me one bit, and I am proud of it! Cheerio, my girlie!
Now, remember my walk to fame day before, I mean, for the convocation of seniors? Well, it was not a free ride afterall, and in recognition of my services, I am given to understand that, I will be paid Rs.500/- pretty soon! Not at all bad, huh? :)
By the by, read an excellent piece on economic recession by Justice Markandey Katju. Now, when I say "excellent" I have a different criterion, a totally different one. Language is a medium of communication, and I appreciate it the best when it communicates, in the most simple, yet elegant style. Now, what he says is that the current economic recession, which is worse than the 1929 Great Depression is because of diminished purchasing power of the people. All the other causes, like hollow mortgaging plans and all, that are being attributed to it are secondary and incidental ones. When a labour intensive economy tries to advance itself by becoming capital intensive, there will be lay offs and the retrenched being out of jobs, will have low purchasing power. The higher produce caused by the capital intensive economy will be left to languish in godowns, as there would be lesser people to purchase it. Now this basic cause will trigger a lot of "chain reactions", collectively projecting itself as a major economic crises. Now, he says it is the "multiplier theory" in economics. Being honest to myself, I didnt get that last bit, but "multiplier theory" is too fancy a word to be left out of my blog! :)
In the end, he suggests cutting down on tax as the only real time solution to increase the purchasing power of the people, as the only remedy that will ultimately set everything right. He believes that our current tax systems are too harsh on the lower strata. He agrees that tax is a major major source of revenue, but our public administration wastes a whole lot, and so the remedy lies in cutting down both tax and waste! Not too off the mark, but I believe, it is too high a hope! :)
Now, I gotta leave, finish the book I am currently reading: "Train to Pakistan" by Khushwant Singh!
Spreading cheer around, I remain, yours' ever... Susie Derkins, Calvin's one and only!
Had a fantastic workout session in the morning, all the endorphins released kept my spirits high throughout the day, and that is something I really really love!
Did my really colorful, pic-filled powerpoint presentation on "Precautionary Principle and Indian Judiciary" and I should say, Sir really appreciated it, though half the class didnt even bother raising their heads from their cozy afternoon sleep! Sriram and Sreejith were at their irritable best, but seriously, it didnt distract me one bit, and I am proud of it! Cheerio, my girlie!
Now, remember my walk to fame day before, I mean, for the convocation of seniors? Well, it was not a free ride afterall, and in recognition of my services, I am given to understand that, I will be paid Rs.500/- pretty soon! Not at all bad, huh? :)
By the by, read an excellent piece on economic recession by Justice Markandey Katju. Now, when I say "excellent" I have a different criterion, a totally different one. Language is a medium of communication, and I appreciate it the best when it communicates, in the most simple, yet elegant style. Now, what he says is that the current economic recession, which is worse than the 1929 Great Depression is because of diminished purchasing power of the people. All the other causes, like hollow mortgaging plans and all, that are being attributed to it are secondary and incidental ones. When a labour intensive economy tries to advance itself by becoming capital intensive, there will be lay offs and the retrenched being out of jobs, will have low purchasing power. The higher produce caused by the capital intensive economy will be left to languish in godowns, as there would be lesser people to purchase it. Now this basic cause will trigger a lot of "chain reactions", collectively projecting itself as a major economic crises. Now, he says it is the "multiplier theory" in economics. Being honest to myself, I didnt get that last bit, but "multiplier theory" is too fancy a word to be left out of my blog! :)
In the end, he suggests cutting down on tax as the only real time solution to increase the purchasing power of the people, as the only remedy that will ultimately set everything right. He believes that our current tax systems are too harsh on the lower strata. He agrees that tax is a major major source of revenue, but our public administration wastes a whole lot, and so the remedy lies in cutting down both tax and waste! Not too off the mark, but I believe, it is too high a hope! :)
Now, I gotta leave, finish the book I am currently reading: "Train to Pakistan" by Khushwant Singh!
Spreading cheer around, I remain, yours' ever... Susie Derkins, Calvin's one and only!
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Woes of everyday living.
It is the typical lazy.sunday.afternoon, the more than perfect time to doze off, leaving your worries and deadlines behind.
And, I am blogging now? Unfortunately, yes, as I am still stuck with that IPR paper that I spoke of. There is a slight problem that puts me off track now - I am thoroughly confused, and totally lazy about the paper. I spent approximately 20 minutes of today's 24 hours brooding on whether I am cut out for the legal field, and whether I have taken the wrong path! All because I just couldnt make myself devote more than 7.5 minutes at a stretch towards completing that paper. Well, I conveniently ended the not.so.pleasant.retrospective.thinking by consoling myself that I will discover in the due course! LOL! I am real smart when it comes to putting off things.
All these brooding.overs apart, something funny happened today. Timmy found out one thing he hated so much about this world - a rubber tyre. A seemingly harmless black circle, a very evolved rubberised version of our primitive man's wheel, and the backbone of automobile (and human) mobility, the C.V of the poor tyre isnt really modest. But that didnt stop my hyperactive boxer boy from attacking it left and right, half expecting some living thing inside the tyre to shout back at him and fight. Well dogs will be dogs, and Timmy wouldnt stop even after I suspended the tyre by a rope.
When the trye could take no more, I started the high strategy rescue mission. I fooled him into believing once again that when I offer him water, it is a genuine desire to help him attack the tyre more ferociously. May be dogs are called dogs because they blindly trust their human counterparts. For all his smart little brains, Timmy was still gobbing on the water greedily, when I ran away with his tyre! The absence took time to dawn on his canine brain, but once this not.so.pleasant piece of info was registered there, he was really really angry at me for having fooled him once more.
He is back to his kennel now, and I am waiting for a cup of hot chai to come to yet again go back to the IPR thingy.
I really really want this paper to be done with, but it rudely refuses to cooperate.
Yes, there is one more pressing problem being faced by me at this time. I live in the eternal hope that when I am stuck home, people at college and elsewhere with whom I have contacts would think about me for some reason or the other, and would send a message or give a ring at times; and nothing gives me the happiness of leaving my mobile unattended to and coming back after some time to find it full of missed calls or unread messages. Well, I did NOT receive any of the above when I just checked my phone now, after say, about three hours. Dammit, contact me people, I am NOT insignificant.
Hoping for more interaction from other parts of the Universe, managing unruly dogs, and sitting morosely over an IP paper that wouldnt budge, I remain, yours ever!
And, I am blogging now? Unfortunately, yes, as I am still stuck with that IPR paper that I spoke of. There is a slight problem that puts me off track now - I am thoroughly confused, and totally lazy about the paper. I spent approximately 20 minutes of today's 24 hours brooding on whether I am cut out for the legal field, and whether I have taken the wrong path! All because I just couldnt make myself devote more than 7.5 minutes at a stretch towards completing that paper. Well, I conveniently ended the not.so.pleasant.retrospective.thinking by consoling myself that I will discover in the due course! LOL! I am real smart when it comes to putting off things.
All these brooding.overs apart, something funny happened today. Timmy found out one thing he hated so much about this world - a rubber tyre. A seemingly harmless black circle, a very evolved rubberised version of our primitive man's wheel, and the backbone of automobile (and human) mobility, the C.V of the poor tyre isnt really modest. But that didnt stop my hyperactive boxer boy from attacking it left and right, half expecting some living thing inside the tyre to shout back at him and fight. Well dogs will be dogs, and Timmy wouldnt stop even after I suspended the tyre by a rope.
When the trye could take no more, I started the high strategy rescue mission. I fooled him into believing once again that when I offer him water, it is a genuine desire to help him attack the tyre more ferociously. May be dogs are called dogs because they blindly trust their human counterparts. For all his smart little brains, Timmy was still gobbing on the water greedily, when I ran away with his tyre! The absence took time to dawn on his canine brain, but once this not.so.pleasant piece of info was registered there, he was really really angry at me for having fooled him once more.
He is back to his kennel now, and I am waiting for a cup of hot chai to come to yet again go back to the IPR thingy.
I really really want this paper to be done with, but it rudely refuses to cooperate.
Yes, there is one more pressing problem being faced by me at this time. I live in the eternal hope that when I am stuck home, people at college and elsewhere with whom I have contacts would think about me for some reason or the other, and would send a message or give a ring at times; and nothing gives me the happiness of leaving my mobile unattended to and coming back after some time to find it full of missed calls or unread messages. Well, I did NOT receive any of the above when I just checked my phone now, after say, about three hours. Dammit, contact me people, I am NOT insignificant.
Hoping for more interaction from other parts of the Universe, managing unruly dogs, and sitting morosely over an IP paper that wouldnt budge, I remain, yours ever!
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Oh-so-private!
Well, it might not be oh-so-private; but it is definitely not OH-SO-PUBLIC!
Now, the point that I am trying to drive home is that I might as well start being serious with blogs, you know, just like the "everyday.diary" way!
Being me, it's bound to have a late start. So March 7th is gonna be posted duly and promptly on March 8th.
Well, day begins - Mahima's budday! :)
Calls her and makes Dad wish her too - she seemed to like that pleasant surprise.
And then, then, it is a majorly important day at college - seniors' convocation. And lo! even I get to walk the parade donning fancy robes and hoods and caps, because I am part of the "General Council" [For the uninitiated, please remain so for more years to come. I dont plan to enlighten any of you]
I really couldnt stop grinning with all that and more put on me. Now, listen to the funny part - I actually luurvved it, and well, more than one said I look cute in it. Well, what if "cute" is a polite way of saying "you.dont.look.good,but.then"
Anyways the gist is, I got to wear that, walked the parade, almost holding hands with a teacher I admire a lot for (and only for) his brains and gift of gab. Well, the almost holding hands itself is an exaggeration, but then I am merely being effusive in spirit. :)
Then, sat on the stage with all the very very important invited guests, Justice Cyriac Joseph, my ex-boss (Remember, Delhi 2008 internship at his chamber?) was the Chief Guest. Well, he was funny, atleast he never stopped attempting to be funny. Oh wow, just thought of this. I came to know of what his real real dirty joke was, that joke I really wanted to know. Since, this is NOT "oh.so.private" I will just leave a few trails around. Please pick up the thread, as and when u feel like doing it - Nalini Chidambaram - Adjournment - Chennai - Delhi - MP! *evil grin* ;)
Guess what, Dad comes, sits in the front row, and dozes off, when my ex.boss just wouldnt shut up; and I get prompt msgs - thanks to my friends!
Oh yes, the seniors went on their "official" excursion yesterday. Have to admit, I was a bit jealous of them; but then I am pretty sure, even our batch will have something that will resemble a trip - a trip of some sorts.
Yea, this is getting pretty boring. I am calling it quits. But then, add to the day a pretty costly facial clean up at SPLASH, a planned adventure with Ms.Bday Girl.
Hmm, life goes on right? I really have to go on, take a quick bath and settle with that "oh.so.boring" IPR paper on Traditional Knowledge.
Wish me luck, wont u?
Now, the point that I am trying to drive home is that I might as well start being serious with blogs, you know, just like the "everyday.diary" way!
Being me, it's bound to have a late start. So March 7th is gonna be posted duly and promptly on March 8th.
Well, day begins - Mahima's budday! :)
Calls her and makes Dad wish her too - she seemed to like that pleasant surprise.
And then, then, it is a majorly important day at college - seniors' convocation. And lo! even I get to walk the parade donning fancy robes and hoods and caps, because I am part of the "General Council" [For the uninitiated, please remain so for more years to come. I dont plan to enlighten any of you]
I really couldnt stop grinning with all that and more put on me. Now, listen to the funny part - I actually luurvved it, and well, more than one said I look cute in it. Well, what if "cute" is a polite way of saying "you.dont.look.good,but.then"
Anyways the gist is, I got to wear that, walked the parade, almost holding hands with a teacher I admire a lot for (and only for) his brains and gift of gab. Well, the almost holding hands itself is an exaggeration, but then I am merely being effusive in spirit. :)
Then, sat on the stage with all the very very important invited guests, Justice Cyriac Joseph, my ex-boss (Remember, Delhi 2008 internship at his chamber?) was the Chief Guest. Well, he was funny, atleast he never stopped attempting to be funny. Oh wow, just thought of this. I came to know of what his real real dirty joke was, that joke I really wanted to know. Since, this is NOT "oh.so.private" I will just leave a few trails around. Please pick up the thread, as and when u feel like doing it - Nalini Chidambaram - Adjournment - Chennai - Delhi - MP! *evil grin* ;)
Guess what, Dad comes, sits in the front row, and dozes off, when my ex.boss just wouldnt shut up; and I get prompt msgs - thanks to my friends!
Oh yes, the seniors went on their "official" excursion yesterday. Have to admit, I was a bit jealous of them; but then I am pretty sure, even our batch will have something that will resemble a trip - a trip of some sorts.
Yea, this is getting pretty boring. I am calling it quits. But then, add to the day a pretty costly facial clean up at SPLASH, a planned adventure with Ms.Bday Girl.
Hmm, life goes on right? I really have to go on, take a quick bath and settle with that "oh.so.boring" IPR paper on Traditional Knowledge.
Wish me luck, wont u?
Sunday, February 22, 2009
An average post!
Now this is an average post, coming from an average blogger. Please stop reading and go back to men and matters that remain "above.average".
Quite contrary to popular beliefs, an ordinary.average.everyday human being is stifled by the most uncommon of demands. It takes a hell lot to be just ordinary, to be just the plain average human being.
Let us see, what it means to be average in this below-average society of ours.
Consider Victim A, and give him this package of goodies: A looks homely, A has two left feet, A cant hold a tune even to save dear life, A cant build/create/paint masterpieces, A is no-biggie when it comes to sports, A does not have shiny gold or silver medals on proud display; A does not study in world-class universities... I could rant on for a few more minutes.
Oh dammit, A has more to him than you would suspect. A is a professional murderer - could kill hours and days without any regret whatsoever. A dreams colourful dreams. A loves enjoying the ordinary life - loves his little tiffs with children, enjoys washing the average car and scrubbing the tiles of his average sized bathroom, believes that deciding on the right colour for his curtains-to-be at home is a big deal indeed, treasures his dust-covered autograph book, craves for multicoloured icecreams, enjoys an occasional family trip to the circus or the theatre, is not a connoisseur of art, feels a bit of spicy gossip is good for health, doesnt mind if his shoerack is not properly done, yada yada.
A is my favourite test subject, he is also the society's favourite victim - the bearer of all sneers and smirks - the specimen which will never answer philosophical questions regarding the purpose of human existence. Do we have time for him? Do we ever give him more than a passing glance?
Now to the hard facts - A is there, omnipresent, he is in you, and he is in me; yet you and me throw him ruthlessly out of the picture; suppress him; try to hide him. In today's rat race, we think we cannot afford to be A anymore. In fact, this is not about being above or below the invisible average mark. It is about whether we are content with what we are or whether we always try to be something else, somebody else... and in that endless attempt of ours, do we forget to live the ordinary, but happy life?
All said and done, our average man "A" is what makes life on this planet all the more lively! And I love him just for that. Geniuses and the extraordinary can stand out and live out. I dont mind being "A", and I dont mind being around a hell lot of them. There is nothing wrong with living life as we want to, even if it means being tagged "average". My happiness is going to rule the roost!
A toast to all the average men and women on earth - all of you are every bit as special as Isaac Newton or Barack Obama or Abdul Kalam. All of you are equally wanted! :)
Quite contrary to popular beliefs, an ordinary.average.everyday human being is stifled by the most uncommon of demands. It takes a hell lot to be just ordinary, to be just the plain average human being.
Let us see, what it means to be average in this below-average society of ours.
Consider Victim A, and give him this package of goodies: A looks homely, A has two left feet, A cant hold a tune even to save dear life, A cant build/create/paint masterpieces, A is no-biggie when it comes to sports, A does not have shiny gold or silver medals on proud display; A does not study in world-class universities... I could rant on for a few more minutes.
Oh dammit, A has more to him than you would suspect. A is a professional murderer - could kill hours and days without any regret whatsoever. A dreams colourful dreams. A loves enjoying the ordinary life - loves his little tiffs with children, enjoys washing the average car and scrubbing the tiles of his average sized bathroom, believes that deciding on the right colour for his curtains-to-be at home is a big deal indeed, treasures his dust-covered autograph book, craves for multicoloured icecreams, enjoys an occasional family trip to the circus or the theatre, is not a connoisseur of art, feels a bit of spicy gossip is good for health, doesnt mind if his shoerack is not properly done, yada yada.
A is my favourite test subject, he is also the society's favourite victim - the bearer of all sneers and smirks - the specimen which will never answer philosophical questions regarding the purpose of human existence. Do we have time for him? Do we ever give him more than a passing glance?
Now to the hard facts - A is there, omnipresent, he is in you, and he is in me; yet you and me throw him ruthlessly out of the picture; suppress him; try to hide him. In today's rat race, we think we cannot afford to be A anymore. In fact, this is not about being above or below the invisible average mark. It is about whether we are content with what we are or whether we always try to be something else, somebody else... and in that endless attempt of ours, do we forget to live the ordinary, but happy life?
All said and done, our average man "A" is what makes life on this planet all the more lively! And I love him just for that. Geniuses and the extraordinary can stand out and live out. I dont mind being "A", and I dont mind being around a hell lot of them. There is nothing wrong with living life as we want to, even if it means being tagged "average". My happiness is going to rule the roost!
A toast to all the average men and women on earth - all of you are every bit as special as Isaac Newton or Barack Obama or Abdul Kalam. All of you are equally wanted! :)
Friday, January 4, 2008
Miss Perfect
I am humble, when I am not vain and arrogant;
I boss around a lot, when I am not being bossed at;
I can be relied on, only to cheat on you;
I judge people, when they are not judging me;
I give in, when it is not possible to rebel;
I am all what you are not; if you will choose to ignore the resemblance we share;
I represent all the evil, till I begin to symbolize the good;
I enjoy the constancy in life, till I find change irresistible;
I lead, till the point where I allow myself to be lead by unknown forces;
I don’t lie unless I am not speaking the truth;
I look gorgeous, till they find me hideous;
I am compassionate, to the extent that I snigger at people;
I don’t pose questions, if I know them answers;
I hate strangers, till they become my friends;
I am part of the human race, till I find humanity despicable;
I am insane, till they redefine sanity;
I am Miss Perfect, if you will forgive my shortcomings!
All said and done, I represent the species Homo sapiens sapiens, a contradiction by itself!
[PS: A random 'about me' i had once put up in orkut!]
I boss around a lot, when I am not being bossed at;
I can be relied on, only to cheat on you;
I judge people, when they are not judging me;
I give in, when it is not possible to rebel;
I am all what you are not; if you will choose to ignore the resemblance we share;
I represent all the evil, till I begin to symbolize the good;
I enjoy the constancy in life, till I find change irresistible;
I lead, till the point where I allow myself to be lead by unknown forces;
I don’t lie unless I am not speaking the truth;
I look gorgeous, till they find me hideous;
I am compassionate, to the extent that I snigger at people;
I don’t pose questions, if I know them answers;
I hate strangers, till they become my friends;
I am part of the human race, till I find humanity despicable;
I am insane, till they redefine sanity;
I am Miss Perfect, if you will forgive my shortcomings!
All said and done, I represent the species Homo sapiens sapiens, a contradiction by itself!
[PS: A random 'about me' i had once put up in orkut!]
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
as the crow flies...jeffrey archer...
"As The Crow Flies" is another of Jeffrey archer's typical rags to riches story of the saga of Charlie Trumper whom, after his grandfather's death, takes over running of his fruit cart in the streets of London during the first few years of the 20th century. from the smallfruit barrow, charlie's next step is becky's baker shop...n then he leaves it all to go fyt in the 1st world war...n he returns only to find his small empire still runnin though not very succesfully in becky's able hands..n frm there its a saga...romance, thrill and fun all mixed in the rite amount..remember there are so many lovely characters like daphne, daniel and the charmin young lady called sally..and as for the the masala part, it is added by Guy Trentham and his snob of a mother, who is also the greatest villian in this story and in one sense it is as much her story as it is charlie's...
now the book is lyk sooo long...!!! he cud hav cut short much of it..but its written in a very different format altogher...the book looks at life frm many many angles...u knw jus lyk u watch a film...theres the villian's story given as much importance as the protagonist's..and its arranged very chronologically...no lookin baks u knw...
SO i give it a 3.75 upon 5 !!! go ahead and enoy..cheers!!!
Enjoy!
now the book is lyk sooo long...!!! he cud hav cut short much of it..but its written in a very different format altogher...the book looks at life frm many many angles...u knw jus lyk u watch a film...theres the villian's story given as much importance as the protagonist's..and its arranged very chronologically...no lookin baks u knw...
SO i give it a 3.75 upon 5 !!! go ahead and enoy..cheers!!!
Enjoy!
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