THE TRIUMPH OF A LOST SOUL December 26, 2008
Posted by arun in Philosophy, happenings, life, personal, thoughts.4 comments
Slept thro’ the days and wept thro’ the nights,
Sought wisdom from a few undefeated knights,
Leaped thro’ many dreams, did you hear the screams?
Wasn’t aware I’d get caught in one
Turned out to be the worst nightmare!
If you’d ask now, I couldn’t care,
But it was insane; allow me to explain.
So consumed by cherubic innocence and beauty,
Lost my profundity,
With the world suddenly becoming two dimensional,
Failed to realize that suffering was optional,
Her feelings were never real but virtual,
Spite of the grotesque gorgeousness,
Blinded with the thought of grasping divine,
I decided to trade a valuable station,
Immaturity for sublime!
Only to bring me down,
I caved and dug my own grave.
Sanctity of my life got trivialized,
Think of it, I realized,
I lived with no color but gray of all shades,
Only to haunt me till my memory fades.
In the cobbled streets of my mind braided with topiaries,
I tried to savor those paltry moments,
Compassion with superfluous narcissism,
With the slightest of compunction,
but a subtle conciliatory tone of guilt,
Fear, tears and self-loathing on an infinite loop
Where the message never got through,
The melodrama seemed so magical
aha, how illogical?
A confused xeric soul in distress,
I can only wish and bless.
I wasn’t sure before,
But now I know; I will never obtain closure.
I snapped out of the dream, within a dream?
A blaze of light with a conjuring voice embraced me,
“I came to save you, your disheartened soul”, she said as I smelt her gleaming aura,
“Will you stay to heal me?” I asked,
What do you think? She replied.
NOBODY TO BLAME April 15, 2008
Posted by arun in life, personal, thoughts.Tags: bliss, Confusion, end, lost, meaning, restlessness, weird
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Maladjusted, confused and incapacitated, on a rainy day and a lugubrious weather, with an espresso on one hand, and a bunch of songs playing from my iPod connected to my laptop, couldn’t help but set out to spit out my vague and strewn thoughts as vaguely as possible. Suddenly, every song you have heard all day seems to have a profound implication, an enormous benthic sense. You try not to linger on this one particular thought but you cant stop. At times, you don’t know what you are thinking about. And at times, you don’t even know you are thinking about something and a friend wakes you from the momentary solitary disposition. Your heart is perturbing. You think you might be satisfied if you could rationalize the happenings and try to put the blame on someone, even if it is you. At least then, you can find peace. You want to put an end, but damn, there is no one to blame. It is not exactly anyone’s fault why what’s happening is happening. You knew what you were getting into. You yielded into temptation. There is no easy way out. You smile for no reason when you are in a bus, you realize what you are doing and then laugh at yourself for being so lost. Sometimes even curse yourself for being so gullible and vulnerable.
All this balderdash for what? Remembering the Auld Lang Syne? Or an outcome of your unstable and errant thought-process? You think you were in control of everything, that you handle the balance of the syncretism of your emotional and rational/logical decision making skills efficiently. And therefore, you expect a state of eclat, a feel of ebullience as always. You think you can handle yourself with the aplomb of the capable man you thought you were. But, you never knew when melancholy struck you, let you get lost in the midst of stygian caves. And then all you do is totter and totter and totter. Even the slightest susurrus tempts you, your eyes reflect pain, affection and helplessness all at the same instant. You are the anomaly in the equation and its not going to work, it will never, its not logical.
Do you accept the choice?? Would you let it go?? As of me, I don’t want to answer it. I am afraid I may not like the answer. Not now. So much for my tomfoolery, I winced owing to restlessness… And then, out of no where, there was absolute silence, a feeling as light as a feather, that I hoped and longed for…
there were no thoughts, no confusion…. and there she was!! What do I do?
I should have known my moiety by now.
THE QUAGMIRE OF ENTANGLED CHOICES February 12, 2008
Posted by arun in Philosophy, life, personal, thoughts.Tags: Aishwarya rai, anger, bitch, Bond movie, Choice, decisions, future generation, india, Jamesbond, karma, life, maturity, nation, Philosophy, probability, rage, rambling, students, thoughts
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During one of those meaningless pondering moments, it came to my mind, “Don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time” which off late goes by the saying “Karma is a bitch”. However, if you think about, it masquerades in the form of “choice”. Each and every stage in everyone’s life is governed by choice. It goes by another menacing term which scientists often use, usually when they don’t know what the hell they are talking about or couldn’t corroborate their facts: “Probability”. Choice embraces you tightly, masking you under the percept of “hope”, but with ingratiating smile and unctuous desires to bite you in the ass. Unfortunately, we all realize only after it happens. We can’t always make it right.
I can not help but wonder at my ignorance over these years. I have always bitched over the fact that my parents have been over-protective. They have and are guiding me through every stage of my life, with their dreams of seeing me as a member of the erudite community. Now, this is karma’s second messenger “expectation” 
. But, when I look back now, I understand they had to be over-protective because they knew, I wasn’t ready to play gambling with choices. I was only gloating with pride because everything was happening my way. It took me a while, a period of 20+ years to gain some perspective. But enough about me.
My concerns are truly about the next generation. I don’t know whether to call this ignorance or frustration. You might remember the incident that happened December of last year in India, where an 8th standard kid shot his classmate because he was the hector (bully) of his class!! He made a faltering decision that potentially alters his life for ever. He foundered utterly in controlling his emotions, his rage overpowered him! These incidents are starting to happen more than ever in India. It seriously troubles me, I can’t even imagine the plight if this trend were to continue. The attitude of one to handle tirades or bully appropriately through proper channels, if not concluded with a descent conversation, would have been the best choice for everyone. Taking drastic measures over a tenuous argument or a couple of school-fights, as in this case, puts every one in state of misery! The kid says “I did nothing wrong, he deserved this!” How more vindictive can it get? I feel as if the endurance limit is dwindling…:(
The important thing to realize is, you shouldn’t be afraid of making choices. You simply can’t be afraid. Instead, you have to choose wisely always. Its an ever lasting battle. For example, if Aishwarya Rai hadn’t reneged on a proffer to act in a Bond movie, I would have stopped watching Bond movies. I feel she would be an ersatz replacement. She just isn’t Bond material, in spite of her poignant looks. Good choice Ash. ha ha.
As I started, the number of things I wanted to write about kept on piling up and I couldn’t organize or keep it related enough. I didn’t want to get all philosophical in conveying my concerns, rather, to keep it as terse as possible. I felt the topic was quite heavy, therefore ending with a silly dry humor. But then, hey, these are my “ramblings” aren’t they! 
YARUKKU YAAR – A PETTY PETTY PETTY DISPLAY OF VOID February 6, 2008
Posted by arun in entertainment, humor, movies, thoughts.Tags: actor, actress, crap, crappy display, director, emptiness, flop, hero, heroine, holy shit, knuckle head, monkey, movie, nothingness, shit, shitty, simian, tamil, tamil movie, void, worst
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After dwamming over for a few weeks, just when I thought I have to write something, I came across this movie “yarukku yaar” in my friend’s gtalk status message whose recommendation I initially thought was a genuine advertisement. I had to spit out my thoughts regarding this dipwad movie to restore my temperament. And this is not a review, its not worth it. I read somewhere the intension of the movie was a spoof or parody. I don’t think so. But if it is, this is the worst burlesque one can possibly venture!! Really. It fails sincerely from the saying “Imitation is the most serious form of flattery”.
A grotesque crew with a wedgeass director, a hero portraying almost all qualities of a simian, and a couple of narcissistic, shitheaded bimbos as heroines with the most ludicrous plot ever, coupled with a lugubrious camera work and incorrigible screenplay. I ponder if every single cast in this movie (with some exceptions) is emotionally deprived. Nevertheless, this movie should have a rambunctious laughter akin to or even to a greater extent than a Vijayakanth movie, when seen along with a bunch of friends certainly…
All plaudits to the choreographer (if they had one) for this eye-candy performance. Either that or the hero/heroine were cantankerous in learning the SPOOF steps even!! Horrible, pathetic. I am out on a limb here, running out of adjectives. It doesn’t take an Einstein to figure out that nothing is/can be perfect. However, I thought the opposite also holds true. In the sense, there can’t be a perfectly imperfect movie. I was flummoxed, bamboozled, by this wildly performance from this seemingly purposeless illiterate assholes, to hell with their vivid intentions to leave a dent in us with a parody.
It takes an extraordinary buttmunch to release this movie along with Sivaji (An information I gathered from a couple of my friends. Also the movie was released only in Madurai and Salem I guess). The hero acts craps like a guy with severe short-term memory loss and kowtows whenever the females raise their voice, with a SORRY. Its irritating. A monotonous dialogue delivery, not to mention, his trot dancing steps and jumps, his cherubic magnetic and coveting smile, pot-belly, most notably his CARTOON paintings of TATA-inspired-imitated automobile model as his source of intelligence, prudence and aspiration.
This degraded performance in direction and cast is a severe disappointment to the image built by various luminary actors and directors of tamil film industry. In toto, a jerkwater movie which everyone should watch for no further disappointments (GUARANTEED) . To scoff at the attempted flop mockery with a bunch of friends hanging together is the best choice.
And I am still agitated! 
A) BBC HORIZON DOCUMENTARY & B) INDIA: BIRD FLU January 17, 2008
Posted by arun in TV shows, happenings, thoughts.Tags: BBC Horizon, bird flu, brutal killing, catastrophe, chickens, documentary, epidemic, killing, perfect method, prevention, respect, techniques
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Aired January 15th, the documentary from BBC Horizon, “How to kill a human being?” narrated by Michael Portillo. The narration was ingenuous, sincere, legitimate and simple in its purview. With the amount of scientific innovations coming up every year, it definitely surprises one to find these vicious techniques still practiced as methods of execution. It would be unjust of me to write any further, as it would turn out to be a spoiler for the interested people and would also be demoralizing the efforts of the Horizon team. All I can say is, the documentary pellucidly portrays the amount of humaneness if any in the existing techniques in the process of killing a human being subjected to death punishment by trial and tries to find if there is a better way to perform it. A very good and a must see documentary!
Coming to the second topic in my title, the Bird Flu incident in India. Now, the iGoogle page certainly helps in keeping up to date with the current events with the aid of uber-cool gadgets. However, the more I see the more it makes me dull. I am already morose after being infected with dry cough for the past 2 days, a gift fulfilled on account of my excessive ranting over the fact that I pay for medical insurance and have not visited the doctor even once (for more than a year). The number of unpleasant incidents only grow in profuse, saturating your brain. I swigged my lukewarm tea as I clicked here and read about the Bird flu incident. Without digressing any further, quoting,
“Our objective is to cull up to 400,000 chickens and contain the virus from spreading at any cost.”
More than 300 veterinary workers and volunteers killed the birds by breaking their necks and in some cases stuffing them in gunny sacks and burying them alive. Eggs were also destroyed.
I totally understand the pandemic this has and will cause and its deleterious effects. However, is it really necessary to kill passel of those birds in this heinous manner? Anyone among us can avow this is definitely not the humane way to deal with. Catastrophes always catches us off-guard and these are sporadic events and will occur incessantly if not now, at a later point of time, if not this, some other incident, until every measure is taken to curb it completely. It is certainly an arduous task. If one were to blame time as an issue for retorting in this unfathomable manner, killing those birds brutally, it only exhibits the faltering safety measures. My purpose of adding the information regarding this documentary is to connote the adequate and inexpensive methodologies available and is even practiced for killing farm animals in a painless manner. How difficult would it be to be prepared by anticipating such disasters? Is it always necessary for some animal rights (in this case) or human rights commision (in some other cases) to goad the authorities concerned? Why follow these obstinate advocacies? Is this so imperceptible? I have no clue.
We genuflect in front of cows claiming it as a form of God. We have almost every animal and bird associated with a God. The least we can do is restrict our lethargic attitude and impudent behavior and if we have to kill them, then do it by inflicting minimum amount of pain. Scathing them and burying them alive is immoral!
FUNNY: IMPLIED MEANINGS January 14, 2008
Posted by arun in entertainment, humor, life, thoughts.Tags: crap, fun, implied meaning, joke, orkut, thoughts
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Just for fun. People try to be modest. Sometimes, it comes by not uttering genuine thoughts. And at times, because of formality… Here I have written a few of them I could pull off. Hope its enjoyable.
Comment: You are photogenic.
Implied: You look at least ok in the photo.
Comment: Hmm… you are not photogenic.
Implied: Holy crap! You look even worse in the photo.
Comment: When you find time, check out my blog at http://arunkumarsrinivasan.wordpress.com
Implied: Be a baby, leave your work as it is and check my post IMMEDIATELY.
Comment: Leave your comments, if any. (related to blog)
Implied: write a comment DEFINITELY. PRAISE ME.
Comment: In the comment section (by someone whom you don’t know yet), “Good one!!”.
Implied: I am advertising. I read nothing in your blog. But mine is good. READ it.
Comment: In Orkut, under about me, “PS: if you don’t know me, please don’t add me as friend or scrap me. I am not here to make new friends”.
Implied: I am no good for you. You SHOULD scrap or add me as friend. Then, I will reject it. I already stated the reason. Also, I like to tickle my schadenfraude.
Comment: In Orkut, over change of photo, “good snap!!”
Implied: Hoping, you will comment mine the same way.
Comment: I am glad things are working out for you.
Implied: Don’t bug me. Leave me alone.
Comment: You are really good in physics!!
Implied: Tell me I am good in chemistry and math. And in physics too!!
Comment: Hey how are you? its been a long time we chatted!!
Implied: I am bored and you are available. For the heck of it, reply.
Comment: In messenger (msn, gtalk or yahoo etc…), Status: Busy (or) do not disturb. Message: “Are you there?” (or) “Are you busy?”
Implied: Who gives a f*ck about the status. Reply, damn it.
Comment: By a smoker, “Don’t smoke. Its very bad.”
Implied: You think I care about you. No, I like to behave matured. This is what everyone say. So do I now.
Person1: Hi, what are you doing? (over chat)
Person2: Hiii, I am reading the article titled “Do we sleep in dream or dream in sleep?”, a novel research, from the December 2007 edition of “Scientific philosophical astronomo Crap” magazine. Its awesome!
Person1 (thinks): OMG, I woke up the lion at the wrong time. I am dead.
Person2 (thinks): I don’t understand a shit in it. However, I will make sure that I brag about this article word by word to him till he is dead meat or I am bored.
Comment: I need some help with Matlab. You are good at it…
Implied: (Most of the times) Can you finish the work for me?
Comment: Wassup?
Implied: I don’t have a clue why or what I wanted to type or ask.
Comment: I am too shy.
Implied: Don’t expect me to make the first move.
Comment: I don’t intend to harm, vilify, hurt or point anyone in any form by means of this post. Its just for fun.
Implied: Come on you know
Yes, I love these blockquotes!!
