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Showing posts with label blah. Show all posts

Monday, February 05, 2007

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. :|

Saturday, January 13, 2007

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!

Sunday, December 31, 2006

You know the world is going crazy when the best rapper is a white guy, the best golfer is a black guy, the tallest guy in the NBA is Chinese, the Swiss hold the America's Cup, France is accusing the U.S. of arrogance, Germany doesn't want to go to war, and the three most powerful men in America are named 'Bush', 'Dick', and 'Colon'.

- Chris Rock

Hmmm.

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Change

This is basically me ranting my head off. Don't expect you to be interested or curious. Please do skip if you want to.

You know that thing people keep saying - 'Change is Constant'. Funda, I tell you. Really. It hit me like a sock in the jaw today. It hurt real bad.

I knew this guy way back. Say a couple of years. I say way back, because he's changed that much. And all for bloody worse. The boy I knew was gentle, sweet, kind and very adorable. Now he's just unrecognizable - badly behaved, ruffian types who think rude is macho. Bleargh. I thought of this for awhile and it made me sick. So I decided to let the dead past bury it's dead, to quote.

Sometimes I wish things would change. And other times, I'd give anything to have things like they were before.

I often think if life would've been the way it is if somethings had stuck. If I was as combustible as I'd been four years back. If he hadn't gone. If I hadn't liked him*. If I still had a cellphone. If those three months hadn't happened. If I hadn't done some things. If I had listened when it mattered. If I had said a firm 'No' then. If only could take back words that I said. If shit hadn't happened.

It's a bad moment and a big If...
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*The guy I liked is NOT the guy I knew way back.