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A weary afternoon

Todays’ afternoon has so far been painfully slow. If I squint my eyes in a way that more or less looks unpleasant to an onlooker (there isnt any by the way), I can actually see individual dust particles slowly making their way through their usual expressway, the beam of sunlight. If only I could tag a few of them with flourescent colours, I think I would be witnessing the unfurling of a magnificent aurora. These particles, they are normally a lot busier than I find them today, but then normally I am just about busy to ignore them. I think I am imagining them, for I am sitting in a cubicle surrounded by pot plants that have neither seen any sunlight nor any dust.

Lunch does this to me. Eyelids very slowly fall victims to gravity. The mind buzzes about in a desultory fashion, not unlike the static of a television that is yet to be enslaved by the matrixy-plug end of the coax cable. I woke up momentarily to look back at the unconscious use of a litote in the previous sentence only to be disenchanted instantly, it is after all not so unusual. There, I did it again to show that is not so unusual. And again. Anyway, litotes are the last thing on my mind now. Coming to think of it, except for the feeling of missing something or someone, everything else on my mind has been struck down as the things to be bothered with when hell freezes over, at which point it wouldnt matter much. Yes, I think it is the lunch, and the bit of cough syrup I gulped down late last night in the hope of lubricating the mind numbing wheeze in my lungs.

Usually, I counter this sort of listlessness with a cup of coffee but then today I am all too dispirited and overwhelmed with lethargy to even bother lifting my posterior off this cushy seat. Typing itself seems to be a lot of work. Fingers that usually race across the keyboard are now forming committees to discuss the need to type the next letter. Some are plotting and charting the longest path between two keys. Others have all too z plainly decided to act independently. The pinky is trying z to sneak in the z letter z without me noticing, which is absurd, it would have got away unnoticed had it z been the pinky in the left hand. It is not so hard to notice z the pinky in the right hand reach out and type z. I z wish it would z stop though. I wish I would stop this post right here and stop myself from pressing the Publish button. But then I know I am not going to. Here comes the inevitable click.

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Eyjafjallajökull

Looks like Sauron is stoking Mount Doom in Iceland. Darkness is creeping over middle-earth… er.. I mean Europe. Crap, I need to stop this LOTR fixation.

Anyway, check out ‘The Big Picture’ images of the volcano here. As usual, classy pics. There isnt a better photo news column out there. Among its recent entries, check out the one about the crisis in Kyrgyzsthan(link), the pictures tell an amazing story, I dont know of any other news article that managed to capture the riot so well. There is one particular photo that I Iiked a lot, photo #33, look at the guy, casually carrying a RPG and a riot shield, wearing a mock smile, he looks like one of those heroes from a hollywood flick, you know, the ones who walk around unconcernedly in slow-mo as the entire backdrop explodes into flames. All he is missing is a toothpick hanging from his mouth. That would have made the photo epic. Anyway, I digress.

Are we facing an unusually large amount of tectonic activity recently? Haiti, Chile, China, this. I think earthquakes and volcanic activity occur a lot more frequently that we get to know, or so I read somewhere. But all of a sudden, it does appear that the planet is shaking up in a big way.

Between how does one even pronounce the Eyjafjallajökull? I tried and I think I have accidentally made a navy knot out of my tongue.

P.S Vidyaji tagged me as a blogger buddy and passed a blogger buddy award. Honoured :). Dont know if the rules allow me to pass it back to her, but who cares about rules anyway. So here goes, I pass it back to her and to antbrain, who is back from his break and is already kicking ass.

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Stuff at home

Back in the old days, when the WTC was still standing, when the world was a little less crappy than what it is today, my paati used to be the Home Minsiter of the family, that is to say she controlled the TV remote control. If you have studied the power dymamics within a family like I have, you will know that the TV remote control is not just any electronic device but more of an imperial sceptre, supreme executive power lies in the hands of the person who holds it. With the press of a button this person can bring either joy or suffering into the lives of the lesser folk in the family. I have to say I endured a lot of suffering when my paati was in control, thanks to her super-mega-serial addiction(Paati, if you are reading from up there or down below or through any other reincarnation, no offence meant, you knew I hated serials). Anyway when her time was up, there was quite a bit of internal struggle to gain exclusive access to the coveted device. My mother should have been the natural successor for the post of HM and by extension the rightful owner of the sceptre, she had after all been a Minister of State for Home Affairs for a long time, but then thanks to some last minute issue-based support from me to my dad in exchange for timeshared access to the remote and a guarantee that the house would be a mega-serial free zone, my dad managed to add the Home portfolio under his belt. All were happy, except perhaps my mom, but hey in a democracy not everyone ends up happy.

With great power comes great responsibility.. nah.. with great power comes great opportunity to abuse it, which me and my dad did quite thoroughly. All we ever saw was news, sports, news, sports, news and some sports news. Naturally, there was the occasional dissent which was swiftly curbed by some carefully crafted rhetoric. As time went by, i lost interest in TV, and moved on to better stuff, the internets mostly, still i was happy in the knowledge that the sceptre was in safe hands. Or so I thought.

After a really long time, I was at home yesterday, that is at home on a weekday, before 9PM. It came as quite a shock when I found my folks watching mega-serial(s), and that too during an IPL game. I went to my dad and expressed my disappointment. He sized me up, and in classic Red style told me that I was a dumbass and offered me a life lesson, free of charge – that the karandi is mightier than the remote. And then the world spinned, well the world always spins, but I could for once perceive it. I had planned my life carefully around coming to power by strategically gaining access to the remote and then I hear this. Damn. Now I have to learn cooking, just to be safe.

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Dawkins is awesome

Dawkins is freaking awesome.

http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/comment/faith/article7094310.ece

Edit: check Dawkins comment on the topic here http://richarddawkins.net/articles/5415

Edit2:  http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com/the_daily_dish/2010/04/the-third-strike.html – concise account of what ratzinger did.

I dont think this will happen, however, the idea that the pope isnt above the law and that the transgressions of the church and its clergymen will no longer be condoned is.. ah screw it, it will never happen, not in a billion years, the sun would turn into a white dwarf sooner than this happening. Still Dawkins is awesome.

I am just sick of all these god-men and their brainless minions taking over the planet. Just yesterday I got into an altercation with a baba’s mob-man at the docs’. Apparently my doc has got converted into baba-ism and has a 6foot photo frame of the baba(the one with a history of cheap trickery and is alleged to have commited crimes not so different from the churchmen) hung up in the waiting room. And according to his good for nothing sheep of a assistant, patients arent allowed to wear footwear in his ‘divine presence’. I said its fugging ridiculous, not in those words though, but the sheep kept bleating the same words again and again. I tried reasoning with the dimwit that it is hardly a reason to not wear footwear, and that I would unquestioningly comply with his request if it was even remotely related to hygiene. I tried questioning him why the divine presence of the baba was limited to just the room and not beyond and why it was ok to wear footwear beyond the room. At this point he got crazy and started yelling and lo, the passive patient pool with their dripping noses and droopy eyes joined in with him, forcing me to comply with a stupid rule. I would be looking for a new doctor if he werent so good.

All these god-men are breeding a race of mindless compliant zombies, corroding thought,  meticulously poisoning brains until all its synapses go kaput. Its time someone stood up to this bullshit and I for one will stand beside Dawkins(well.. not literally) as he brings these blood sucking pederasts and brainwashing evangelists to justice. Dawkins rules.

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Mote of dust

NK posted about this some time back here.

Every time i hear this, the blood in my body goes into a mad frenzied dance up and down my spine and when it reaches my face it trickles down as tears of unexplained emotion…

…and then I promptly spiral down into the vortex of existential crisis. Damn, there goes my sunday.

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