GMail Gyaan

Just realized that GMail doesn't give a damn about the dots in a gmail id. An e-mail sent to suraksha.r@gmail.com or su.raksh.a.r@gmail.com or surakshar@gmail.com or s.u.r.a.k.s.h.a.r@gmail.com all comes to me. Hee!

Gyaan courtesy: APP

Get "Orkutted"

Actually care how many people visit your orkut profile? Get chronic depression if the number doesn't increase by at least a 100 a day? Does your every third sentence contain the word "orkut"? And is thinking up ways to increase profile visitors a serious leisure activity?

Then Orkutted's Profile Toplister is probably exactly what you've been looking for. All you have to do is get your profile registered and canvass asking people to vote for your profile to get to the top!

Friend of mine's recently come up with it - and hearsay tells me it might actually work. Worth giving it a shot at any rate! :)

The Things That Be

There are some things that we won’t say and some things that we won’t admit. Like reading in the bathroom. Or licking the ice-cream tub clean. Or telling someone they’re unforgivably dense.

I have exams this week through, but I also have the study blues. I’m just letting the blues take over. While deriving the Schröndinger Wave Equation, I got thinking about why the world is so pretentious, if that’s the word I want. (Sue me.) We weren’t always pretentious, were we? I remember when I was a kid I was blatantly honest about everything. I used to say things as they came to my mind, without processing them and thinking if or not I must say them. I once asked a friend of my mother’s why she was so fat and was it because she loved to eat cheese. Needless to say, my mum was mortified and had to hurriedly say something to save face. That was when I got my first think-before-you-talk-manners lecture. I didn’t understand it then and I don’t understand it now. Though now, I take a couple of seconds before I say something and try my best to be diplomatic. But why must I?

We’re always taught to be nice to people. Say namaste to the elders, enquire about cousins you’ve never seen in your life, smile at guests even though you detest them invading your house at unearthly hours, make conversation with vacuous people because otherwise they will spread word that you’re an insufferable, undeserving antisocial. Ugh. Why can’t I just tell a person to bugger off? Why should I be tolerant and smile at them even though I feel like tearing my hair out in their company? Why, why?!

Some people would say society demands it. But perhaps the society is what we’ve created to keep ourselves in check, to nurture “etiquette” and proper social behaviour. If etiquette is to keep on pretending that something doesn’t bother you and going on as if everything was perfect, then frankly, I’d rather be a social outcast. Society is just another farce. Living room conversation and table chatter.

Subtlety on the other hand doesn’t help much either. To say “I have a little work, I’ll catch you later!” to someone on the phone when you actually want to say, “Listen, mate. You’re boring the pants off me. I’d rather be doing fluid mechanics.” is just postponing the misery. Another call and another excuse and another call. Saying the latter at least gets your message across loud and clear.

Very very few people have it in them to be cut-and-dry. To say, "Save it for someone with an IQ as low as yours." Everyone wants to be thought of as nice and charming, well-mannered and refined. And therefore, we keep the guise up and in the process, forget to preserve our identities and lose ourselves in the whirlpool of make-believe.

P.S: I actually do like Fluid Mech. :|

Ten Things Say Who I Am

Seems to be the season of tags. Tagged yet again by the lovely Dryad! Here it comes: Ten Things That Define Me.

1. Sarcasm.
2. Happiness.
3. Fragrance.
4. Colours.
5. Movies.
6. People.
7. Writing.
8. Travel.
9. Stationery.
10. THIS look. Wazza! :D










I know I could've made it a little more elaborate but slighta no enthu! :P And like usual, I ain't tagging nobody! Partly coz practically everyone there is to tag has already been tagged!! :D

There Is Something About This Man

I saw Guru Monday night. Getting tickets was a nightmare, honestly! I had to set an alarm at midnight, get up, go online and then book tickets for three days later. When my alarm rudely woke me up from the middle of a very deep sleep, I was thinking no movie could be worth doing this.

This movie was. Well, not the movie itself but the man who carried the entire story on his shoulders. Abhishek Bachchan. I’ll say it again; there is something about this man. It isn’t the magnetism that Amitabh exudes when he’s onscreen. It isn’t the kind of charm SRK oozes. It’s something that keeps you hooked to him through the movie - a temporary addiction.

Watching AB Baby in Guru after Dhoom 2, I was speechless. In Dhoom 2, he practically had no role except for being the cynical, never-smiling super-cop. Here, he transforms from the clueless, hardworking lad in Turkey to a confident, self-assured man who wants to work for himself and make it big. And after he does, each frame he is in radiates with his pride at his work and the brashness of success. When he stands tall on screen, you feel that nothing could possibly stop him.

After all the hype I’d heard/read, I knew Guru had to be good. IMHO, Guru isn’t a great directorial venture. Very very good, of course, but not great. Mani Ratnam, hailed God amongst many, has made more powerful, brilliantly directed films – Nayagan, Thalapathy, Bombay, Dil Se, Kannathil Mutthammital come to mind immediately. I always remember needing sometime to stay still and digest these films after watching them. May be because they portrayed a world peppered with physical violence and brutality. That always has a greater appeal and a stronger impact.

Guru, however, depicts the life of one man who believes. It is this man’s struggle, his fight with the times and his contemporaries, his drive to succeed. There is hardly any physical violence, no gore. It leaves you exhilarated at the end of it – you walk out of the theatre smiling.

Hee!

I have a block. Two, actually. Nose block and blogger's block. *Hides in a hurry* Pliss pardon worsht mokkai.

Yeniway, Happy Pongal and all that. The only things I care about, frankly, are the sugarcanes and the holidays. :D
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I'll tell you this: making money out of vettiness is the best feeling ever! WCC cults happened yesterday and today. We placed first in DumbC AND WTGW!! Yay! 2000 bucks!! 100 of which we blew up there on matching anklets and earrings (girl-bonding!) and some amazingly divine brownies! Oh, YUM!

Couple of friends wanted to go participate in DumbC and generally be vetti. We end up there and then I realize I've left my ID at home. *D'oh moment* So we pull a few strings, plead with hospi desk and register. Then my dad had to come all the way from Adyar back to WCC to give me ID. I assure you, he wasn't ecstatic. :|

One thing that really got me was how fashion conscious everyone there was. I mean, all the girls from women-only colleges! Mind blowing - kajal, make-up, matching jewellery, accessories! Gave me laughter cramps to think of how I went to college everyday - get up at 6 15, hurry through everything, dump stuff in bag and bolt out of door to run and catch bus! :P :|
And of course, the reverbs of our useless "dress code" as per Anna Univ rules hit me just then. We get to wear salwars, with below-knee kurta's only and of course, the dupatta - Wow. And people here get to wear SHORTS to college. Knee-length, but still!!

And the politics. Sheesh. People are unbelievable, seriously. I guess, we were the only engg. college people there. And therefore, there was already this bias against us. We come uninvited and what's more, go on to place first in two events. I mean, atrocious no? :P Oh, there was this one team who was both in DumbC and WTGW - they HATED us. Truly. Pardon cliché , but if looks could kill, we'd be dead a million times over! :P
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Oh, oh, oh, oh! I'm going watching Blood Diamond right NOW and watching Guru on monday night - yayayayayayay! :P :P And I have a really nice, full long weekend in front of me. Right now, I'm the happiest person in the world!

Five Point Me

Got tagged by Hams - Five things that you erm....may not know about me! :D

5. I hate the icing on cakes and pastries. Except very, very, very rarely.
4. I started reading when I was four-five years old, finished the Enid Blyton children's books by age 9 and devoured Asimov at age 12.
3. I don't wear a watch. I found it sticks to my wrist when I sweat and I hate that. :P
2. I LOVE stationery.
1. I sleep at 10 p.m. every single night before a working day. Unless, I have "academic" stuff to do.

I don't think I'll tag anyone and bug them. :P However, if anyone does want to do this tag, consider yourself tagged and do leave me a comment!
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In the past few weeks, I've been reminded time and again that my taste in music and movies in godawful. :) Don't think will deny that. Anyway, right now I'm looking to listen to new kinds of music and watch "tasteful" movies. So if you have a suggestion, please, please, please drop it in. I'd be grateful! :D

P.S: Gapp, leave an offliner on yahoo IM if you want to. Do not want comment box flooded. :P

And 2007 Is Here!

Happy, Happy New Year to all of you! :)

New year is always a rejuvenation of sorts. Gathering all things undone, words unsaid, promises and resolutions unkept. This day every year, everyone says to themselves, "This year, I'll do it." Sometimes we do it and sometimes we don't. And then there is always the next year. :D To tell you the truth, that's what keeps me going! Phew! :P

Resolutions, yes. Am not going to put them up, because there are very few people who'd get it anyway. :) Restricted access wonly!


Once again, all of you have a great year ahead - do everything you want to do! :)