tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77381412024-03-13T21:33:01.692+00:00d.é.j.à. v.u.<b><i> -A window ajar is a prelude in building to the joy of being limitless! That uneasiness of being familiar somehow, sometime, somewhere.......</i></b>Ubermenschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07929115834655344542noreply@blogger.comBlogger362125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738141.post-18521313037792865232008-07-17T03:34:00.004+01:002008-07-17T03:42:17.565+01:00Moving...After months of deliberations, laziness, and arcane interventions of the postmodern universe finally moving <a href="http://www.sunilification.com"><span style="font-style: italic;">here</span></a>. A million thanks to all those who lent a helpful hand despite pulled everywhere by commitments, esp. V. Still a lot has to be built, but the basics has been done, and, as I wanted.Sunilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802086213127984513noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738141.post-72210230183588708282008-07-15T20:26:00.008+01:002008-07-15T20:34:11.932+01:00And<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsp_bqlMvHVlcAZv4LGJzaM9eOF7uHLOtzKpFz8B_QamsgaRquHKSMP5OiMfGmGhZm48hieEqIDtmT8LHrPW3oKSFMKCN-MqHQKmmBggBbY81WwImiXezn8_WTxKJo1kWS644F_Q/s1600-h/mark-cocker.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsp_bqlMvHVlcAZv4LGJzaM9eOF7uHLOtzKpFz8B_QamsgaRquHKSMP5OiMfGmGhZm48hieEqIDtmT8LHrPW3oKSFMKCN-MqHQKmmBggBbY81WwImiXezn8_WTxKJo1kWS644F_Q/s200/mark-cocker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223324932608962738" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsYTafCX5f6WJfnLQYqBhpYCIY6XamvEKs6F69x9dwSbsXyYxDH7ItX7nsIckohE15OR6rwlf08XktDyumb04ET2-iwZRSkh7VAHB0VHZfae-BPTv9LcS4VlTjK5wJrND3k3LdVQ/s1600-h/orlando-figes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3gWkUld-RPXdTfIZSDUyQlKXFb75OqNoDlHRg7trsRXWdm5G6Y-kgNDS8feB7a7LYt7V0rFyztwVnW6UXhE2MI7zVaMpi-HjRcQqLAAdLnIyMTUu1vzMK7MkrzKE7MbMK0Of1lA/s200/alex-ross.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223324937473368866" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCkSWuwRL_4mzttIdGY4qOeNlf-ise2kcHj2vofEwtECis1eO9XS1qjvxHc8lPJkrKa4ATpRMQURR9RdrUyMaDpdzn51txbodV4Qtgl7gF9gAwmjz-I8b5Uq4wG3VJK64UQjGQgQ/s1600-h/kate-summerscale.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCkSWuwRL_4mzttIdGY4qOeNlf-ise2kcHj2vofEwtECis1eO9XS1qjvxHc8lPJkrKa4ATpRMQURR9RdrUyMaDpdzn51txbodV4Qtgl7gF9gAwmjz-I8b5Uq4wG3VJK64UQjGQgQ/s200/kate-summerscale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223324944515728770" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-nCj2ls7KzM-QRgHMd6RCfzJQKNlvy-E0NCiRZYijKWB-Y9MJ6t7FHW9OWsHpmW4kfoXqp1MRkCTozA_dCk_0WabhVxB3EnvdZtjHoDYD8OjreiTHSEGW7UuCzsbu0VrSduqbKg/s1600-h/tim-butcher.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-nCj2ls7KzM-QRgHMd6RCfzJQKNlvy-E0NCiRZYijKWB-Y9MJ6t7FHW9OWsHpmW4kfoXqp1MRkCTozA_dCk_0WabhVxB3EnvdZtjHoDYD8OjreiTHSEGW7UuCzsbu0VrSduqbKg/s200/tim-butcher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223324501563297554" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.thesamueljohnsonprize.co.uk/pages/previous-winners/2008/shortlist.htm">who be the Samuel Johnson?<br /></a></div>Sunilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802086213127984513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738141.post-30595273106337480002008-07-15T00:05:00.002+01:002008-07-15T00:06:37.612+01:00Hey you Godot,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwFkAsvgIwqHCHQ43Noa_Cl-n9SyVYjK7Chtj-De-FfQpEuCmoUi0amkiRmCMWNJR0QOH04dbtvoB4RhAo5nWtSr7zpb3crcT7bmPD_SAv1T6uYcyXQkJJ8ISlooK4kUxT5Vk2cg/s1600-h/apple-iphone-o2-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwFkAsvgIwqHCHQ43Noa_Cl-n9SyVYjK7Chtj-De-FfQpEuCmoUi0amkiRmCMWNJR0QOH04dbtvoB4RhAo5nWtSr7zpb3crcT7bmPD_SAv1T6uYcyXQkJJ8ISlooK4kUxT5Vk2cg/s400/apple-iphone-o2-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223009982767782658" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">iwait is iover.<br /></div>Sunilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802086213127984513noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738141.post-18643232145934696152008-07-14T07:32:00.008+01:002008-07-14T08:09:13.811+01:00Where the Mountains meet the Sea...One of the most significant things about Barrow-in-Furness is that only the most hapless, dazed orienteer could possibly visit by accident- you have to have a purpose to get there. I had just such a purpose. The purpose was Barrow.<br /><br />~Pies and Prejudice, Stuart Maconie<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKmt8v7bt1tvqvaYcR_GYohCJVfhNjotRCf1YsU5ZD6XZ-HQGznxdlsbeCLNA6g1hltC4393WMBgJAql4gmwT8CC-epuH73vZ43bTyZk-9A-FQnv_JINpRgvdEIQqBVrDVEI4_Lw/s1600-h/b.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKmt8v7bt1tvqvaYcR_GYohCJVfhNjotRCf1YsU5ZD6XZ-HQGznxdlsbeCLNA6g1hltC4393WMBgJAql4gmwT8CC-epuH73vZ43bTyZk-9A-FQnv_JINpRgvdEIQqBVrDVEI4_Lw/s400/b.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222763030004537026" border="0" /></a>Barrow and Piel at the far tip on your left.<br /></div><br />Ever since I read that book last year I have been yearning to visit this dreamy intrigue of a place at the far tip of the Cumbrian Coast. But somehow, as in the times we live in, it didnt happen. Only until now.<br /><br />They said no one goes to Barrow. Well, I did.<br /><br />Here's the shot of the legendary Piel Castle.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhazbbwkZnYQSxZwL9_PbLV3Nv6t2XbjJ1h1nSuBt1IWG9WGSCn9548uHgCtUfpu4UuJi82fI7C4-rJpdoN_8k0qWXqyOKEgdwmSU8D0fgZxTBVkzSGU7mOIRau59Dhzq8E6-5vAQ/s1600-h/Piel+castle.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhazbbwkZnYQSxZwL9_PbLV3Nv6t2XbjJ1h1nSuBt1IWG9WGSCn9548uHgCtUfpu4UuJi82fI7C4-rJpdoN_8k0qWXqyOKEgdwmSU8D0fgZxTBVkzSGU7mOIRau59Dhzq8E6-5vAQ/s400/Piel+castle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222757628679876274" border="0" /></a>And the <a href="http://www.thecumbriadirectory.com/Town_or_Village/Piel_Island/Piel_Island.php">story </a>.<br /><br />And the Aerial view of the Island by Simon Ledingham.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjEWyGEU9Z-I9zjJbFtKZhY-nn2zsgiKPOPjPGR-MnM0-ltQicRCvIqdEim4SvB14pl0b63Xi25c7ezqBrahakWZFjtfMypMIsoOaQSy3vZZILGMkPB4MzybRqptW6-Z8hMa77bQ/s1600-h/piel-8156b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjEWyGEU9Z-I9zjJbFtKZhY-nn2zsgiKPOPjPGR-MnM0-ltQicRCvIqdEim4SvB14pl0b63Xi25c7ezqBrahakWZFjtfMypMIsoOaQSy3vZZILGMkPB4MzybRqptW6-Z8hMa77bQ/s400/piel-8156b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222760073049212754" border="0" /></a><br /><br />PS Next would be Robin Hood's Bay , but that has to go with the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coast_to_Coast_Walk">Coast-to-Coast</a>, I suppose.Sunilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802086213127984513noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738141.post-11612516767733648562008-07-11T00:44:00.000+01:002008-07-11T00:58:27.432+01:00But, Ladies and Gentlemen<div style="text-align: center;">dah di-dit dah-dah dit<br /><br />Di-dit di-di-dit<br /><br />Dah-dah dah-dah-dah dah-dit dit dah-di-dah-dah<br /></div>Sunilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802086213127984513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738141.post-47135518811518962052008-07-09T13:32:00.007+01:002008-07-09T19:19:06.395+01:00The Best in Business<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAjiF4X7XkvqUKCiTcxgCJQCOWeWicTTEGtDXjysFbZNlgWTumV-dokydMisIp8Fcxfo9KccuiXJQXrUjsvZ9IujsRHNzp0glpNnxwBEBnxPziJ78KSeVxkM0-VRsSuoMKgjFHzg/s1600-h/Aerial.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAjiF4X7XkvqUKCiTcxgCJQCOWeWicTTEGtDXjysFbZNlgWTumV-dokydMisIp8Fcxfo9KccuiXJQXrUjsvZ9IujsRHNzp0glpNnxwBEBnxPziJ78KSeVxkM0-VRsSuoMKgjFHzg/s400/Aerial.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221079154553716466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mysore_Palace">Mysore Palace</a><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMUQfTgY7wKNl9GYAoNwB-g7XVznNrmiUk2w-ClcJ-sXLhHFOYEKLvzhpspbcQIdQAbirNAEvAs4azCaEeQ10r4VMv5lQIe4gmYQ6YbEdDTBQi4PEa9bRv9KVrvpLq8N2I6YzTwQ/s1600-h/BIB.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMUQfTgY7wKNl9GYAoNwB-g7XVznNrmiUk2w-ClcJ-sXLhHFOYEKLvzhpspbcQIdQAbirNAEvAs4azCaEeQ10r4VMv5lQIe4gmYQ6YbEdDTBQi4PEa9bRv9KVrvpLq8N2I6YzTwQ/s400/BIB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221079082721554866" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Mysore Palace</span> (click for larger view), Perhaps the best palace in the world.<br />Mysore, South India.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">First Picture: Courtesy <a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indelibleinc">Amith</a>, Thanks.</span><br /></div>Sunilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802086213127984513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738141.post-40218895612409196382008-07-06T23:37:00.006+01:002008-07-09T13:09:19.674+01:00Truths and Gods<div style="text-align: center;">To become a writer, that noble thing, I had thought it necessary to leave. Actually to write. It was necessary to go back. It was the beginning of self knowledge.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVtYDSeiAJu6DsR9pGVBqMdBpXiPJkXAqZxaPSHFHb95ETGoN9xZHZN8DS5fNVlEsg-xBFIiISY585pWySuw_8j7fiSdaN0EnhLuIJjPPT2113D8VI2a_eWHOJIAtLbGHNrtRPNw/s1600-h/naipaul1.184.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVtYDSeiAJu6DsR9pGVBqMdBpXiPJkXAqZxaPSHFHb95ETGoN9xZHZN8DS5fNVlEsg-xBFIiISY585pWySuw_8j7fiSdaN0EnhLuIJjPPT2113D8VI2a_eWHOJIAtLbGHNrtRPNw/s400/naipaul1.184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220034747821572306" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">VS Naipaul<br /></div>Sunilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802086213127984513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738141.post-23386305967887693282008-07-05T14:58:00.000+01:002008-07-05T15:00:06.192+01:00Hampi<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhaz2jlZ_0ZZ_juC3RWwX0cq58YqOrtFug1NjM1qgQYNAm4KQNPkvHNT42QzQAk9pIHEIAIHN1dh0pyNzItn2q3TH3ThVNoW-ETl2obH2NwvjGaguympBp3hf41LUxRiz9uXXtIQ/s1600-h/Hampi1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhaz2jlZ_0ZZ_juC3RWwX0cq58YqOrtFug1NjM1qgQYNAm4KQNPkvHNT42QzQAk9pIHEIAIHN1dh0pyNzItn2q3TH3ThVNoW-ETl2obH2NwvjGaguympBp3hf41LUxRiz9uXXtIQ/s400/Hampi1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219529205793091730" border="0" /></a>Sunilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802086213127984513noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738141.post-55291348701114925352008-07-02T23:32:00.006+01:002008-07-02T23:39:52.510+01:00Indian Colours<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUQt4neM9RhUxoR1fhNqmzFeL9mEa9Q86Jy6k810svZCHPOlgFzW2fSloVPk0IbXzGakH7CmtAF7G3jGYHsnDzNg6LtzdbYuLiitmzIDjoECohpqpsiZPJijdygJ0qdft6kqs80A/s1600-h/Jun.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 311px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUQt4neM9RhUxoR1fhNqmzFeL9mEa9Q86Jy6k810svZCHPOlgFzW2fSloVPk0IbXzGakH7CmtAF7G3jGYHsnDzNg6LtzdbYuLiitmzIDjoECohpqpsiZPJijdygJ0qdft6kqs80A/s400/Jun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218548580967572242" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">It is impossible to express India's particular beauty in black-and-white. Black-and-white might be a good medium to convey Europe's fear and alienation, but colour is natural for an Indian, and more appropriate for the extraordinary diversity of India. Unlike European art, Indian art did not have the tradition of independent black-and-white sketches and drawing. If any line drawings were made, they were for being filled out in colour. Colour is the fountain of India. Colour is the basis of the entire rasa theory, that governs Indian painting, dance, music, and literature.<br /></div><br />~<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raghubir_Singh">Raghubir Singh</a><br /><br />Snap: Women section at the Flag Lowering Ceremony, Wagah, India-Pakistan Border, 2006Sunilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802086213127984513noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738141.post-75731217696699458422008-07-01T20:45:00.004+01:002008-07-01T21:06:33.138+01:00Foibles<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYjxfc0uuL5iNqt1pmGK-IFuxaE_Ki2RV3aaiHg_M7qVEsBffoSf8dDdloKzk_0I4pluRQkkKmKTcx_mbOsyZXYCsOjXtLSNNoVkFRFhmzAOUPae70p8eI4pbGEm5eMpmYK7UkoQ/s1600-h/P1150128.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYjxfc0uuL5iNqt1pmGK-IFuxaE_Ki2RV3aaiHg_M7qVEsBffoSf8dDdloKzk_0I4pluRQkkKmKTcx_mbOsyZXYCsOjXtLSNNoVkFRFhmzAOUPae70p8eI4pbGEm5eMpmYK7UkoQ/s400/P1150128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218137663447173618" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHdONvd9DLmjObK3R7dSvnR3_6df072hyphenhyphenXeF3ElpE2vJtXG2TKRGwEiaFAXz0QD5Rk0cQsG4PWomH91BIJ3xiMEb4ilcAZqXfaEzEWOrONOWEjfSScrmo4M6ospM_UCKjtu0b4uQ/s1600-h/P1020490.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHdONvd9DLmjObK3R7dSvnR3_6df072hyphenhyphenXeF3ElpE2vJtXG2TKRGwEiaFAXz0QD5Rk0cQsG4PWomH91BIJ3xiMEb4ilcAZqXfaEzEWOrONOWEjfSScrmo4M6ospM_UCKjtu0b4uQ/s400/P1020490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218137994321575570" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Mylapore Kaapi and heavenly heavenly pongal<br /></div>Sunilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802086213127984513noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738141.post-36478897987516403552008-06-30T01:06:00.000+01:002008-06-30T02:06:10.077+01:00Trying a Terrence<center><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/js_c9ayew-o&hl=en"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/js_c9ayew-o&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></center><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Crocodile Bank, enroute Mahabalipuram, Northern Tamil Nadu, India<br /></div>Sunilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802086213127984513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738141.post-32363804871869136942008-06-29T14:53:00.002+01:002008-06-29T14:54:57.815+01:00Theory of Eternal Recurrence<p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP3DpV6cdHA9xHXueQgrn0KHM9BQ9YgH0TBNbb7UXTJh4RyXxkK7r3nm9xeQoCiCpbFFj-bNKtD8jTDXAUH086HAM1jTlMp3JmAKMfy1flGmDg3JLB1XYR0Z-MdONysO7JmIn7VA/s1600-h/Eternal+Recurrence-799266.jpg"><img style="width: 363px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP3DpV6cdHA9xHXueQgrn0KHM9BQ9YgH0TBNbb7UXTJh4RyXxkK7r3nm9xeQoCiCpbFFj-bNKtD8jTDXAUH086HAM1jTlMp3JmAKMfy1flGmDg3JLB1XYR0Z-MdONysO7JmIn7VA/s320/Eternal+Recurrence-799266.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217301218090526658" border="0" /></a></p>Sunilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802086213127984513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738141.post-79492621251936597142008-06-26T17:26:00.003+01:002008-06-26T17:30:50.214+01:00Appraisal<div align="justify">During a time when I was so hopelessly disillusioned and alienated by mentalities, attitudes and thoughts, I found enormous support and faith in these words which articulated the depths of my being to an extent that I could not sleep for three nights.<br /><br />I see now how people who are/were afraid have become so closed that it would be hard to say that they are alive.<br /><br />So here, at this moment of my life, I pause to reaffirm again, for I know that - I and I alone shall be responsible for me.<br /><br /><em>I do not fear to be alone or to be spurned for another or to leave whatever I have to leave. And I am not afraid to make a mistake, even a great mistake, a lifelong mistake and perhaps as long as eternity too.</em><br /><br />~ James Joyce, Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man.</div>Sunilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802086213127984513noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738141.post-19720796999595958792008-06-20T17:54:00.001+01:002008-06-20T17:54:09.168+01:00Indian Journeys<div>Just left Hampi. Currently jaunting across reading T<a href="http://www.indiaclub.com/shop/SearchResults.asp?ProdStock=14173">he Penguin book of Indian Journeys</a>, eclectic and brilliant, couldnt be better put than the HT missive on the book - <font size="2"><a href="http://www.linuxbazar.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=20927">`A wonderful synecdoche for India: heterogeneous, contrary, suddenly seductive' — <em>Hindustan Times.</em></a></font></div> <div><font size="2"></font> </div> <div><font size="2">Among other things: I cannot imagine the level of functioning of a mind which derives soem sort of pleasure by peeking into a moving autorick to see if there is some gorgeous woman travelling in. But far worse, I cant bring myself to forgive those minds which think such a heinous mind can be fought by writing blog after blog after blog. Such pedestrian minds have to be dealt with one and only one thing. Sheer. Brute. Power. Any other online effort is sadmitting your inabilities in public.</font></div> Sunilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802086213127984513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738141.post-66512469265686580662008-06-16T10:34:00.006+01:002008-06-16T10:49:09.324+01:00It's Bloomsday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiLk6Lgy7EL5VSRtl60vbhmUX_TYv4j9a-pqmiRqyegoK04SoSTNBxEj6OTVqdvPDShsRUKEgi6tWZW5gT7W7aLiLRSyyj7PHAoDeIDdBRl7hO5C6N_saM6M8G0sSg1VPyIUuFJg/s1600-h/561879856_680f28995a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212413874630580594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiLk6Lgy7EL5VSRtl60vbhmUX_TYv4j9a-pqmiRqyegoK04SoSTNBxEj6OTVqdvPDShsRUKEgi6tWZW5gT7W7aLiLRSyyj7PHAoDeIDdBRl7hO5C6N_saM6M8G0sSg1VPyIUuFJg/s400/561879856_680f28995a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">May be you couldnt find a gorgonzola sandwich in Bangalore but still reading out a section of Ulysses to your mates in a resturant on Bloomsday was as much tastier. Happy Bloomsday all. Love loves to love love to you all.</div>Sunilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802086213127984513noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738141.post-13599763889593857932008-06-08T12:42:00.006+01:002008-06-09T13:16:22.527+01:00Gobbledigook<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sigur_R%C3%B3s">Sigur Rós</a> is like opera, you listen to without understanding a word of the lyrics. Fans,( I know there are a few here and there in Blore, Bombay) can download the song </span><span style="text-decoration: underline;">gobbledigook </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">from the album <span style="font-style: italic;">With a Buzz in Our Ears We Play Endlessly </span>which is due to release later this month. Also check out the video of the song available <a href="http://www.sigurros.com/dvd3.asp">here.</a> Quite of a kind , to say the least. Jesus Alanis Morrissette Christ.<br /><br />And one another favourite scene of mine for all time. From the classic noir humour Man bites Dog. This is what annoying people should get.<br /><br /><center><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xkieE6MKdY0&hl=en"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xkieE6MKdY0&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"></embed></object></center><br /><br /></span></span></div>Sunilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802086213127984513noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738141.post-52781862783045667822008-06-05T12:48:00.008+01:002008-06-05T13:42:50.205+01:00Ricochets 0506<div style="text-align: justify;">Nothing special to write about.<br /><br />I suppose the Obama nomination rejuvenates Americans a bit . But one cant trust Americans. Historically, if there isn’t money involved they have always found faith in the conservative or traditional. Not that Obama is expected to work wonders in the capital recession. He is just a symbol of part credibility and part integration for history books. Anyway some change in America means more change in the world. So good. But the bad bit is the end of all Hillary feminist jokes. Ah, ll miss em.<br /><br />+++<br /><br />Have started another Simenon and the omnibus Naipaul biography by Patrick French. But given all the other commitments over next couple of months , I expect to hang round with these folks for a while.<br /><br />+++<br /><br />One of my habits to conserve time is that I tear off interesting articles from my subscriptions/ newspapers and read them at traffic signals. Sounds weird I know, but isnt time money? It takes a bit of practice but you would be surprised to find how much you would be able to cover. Especially during peak hour morning because the mind is at its freshest and you wouldn’t want to waste it looking at the cars lined as caterpillars.<br /><br />So, yes, last week I found an old article on Martin Amis lying on the back seat. He makes an interesting point about decadence of masculine psyche in old age as against the feminine. This is something I have often thought about. I think the masculine psyche is at its agile best during middle years when the societal expectation is to provide and support with the self desire to achieve, while the similar period of life in woman is often used only to strive and consolidate ( nowadays, shop and write idiotic blogs).<br />But the roles are reversed in the later stages of life when men often turn introspective and seek company and assurance while women seem to carry themselves wonderfully with minimal or no support. It is interesting. Amis even cites the example of his close friend Saul Bellow who, apparently asked most of the visitors to his hospital bed that how they reckon the society would remember him? This, after the Nobel, mind you.<br /><br />As I write this , other noted examples that cross my mind are that of Orhan Pamuk and VS Naipaul, two wonderful writers, who started their careers with the weight of their own expectations and well acknowledged <span style="font-style: italic;">fathers</span>’ influence. But they seem to deteriorate ( at least as I see it) after their prized accomplishments ie Stockholm. And some other men like Walcott are singing in the streets about being bitten by tropical mosquitos or mongooses.<br /><br />But women on the other hand seem to enter a golden age later in the life. Doris Lessing and Wislawa Szymborska would be relevant examples for the Nobel. Even in many other spheres like women tend to be more self assured and confident as they pass their fifty.<br /><br />I need more time to think and write about it.<br /><br />+++<br />India second or third week, havent confirmed yet, which means I have to cop put a fortune for the flight ticket. Well.<br /><br />Happy Bloomsday in advance.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgyziKdSBiXo_Bnxi88vVlruSodW2R8AM3jxaNoaPUI4l2iF6FHKLhCn57fV5L7hkEtFqD-lZeNt2pKoLHOJ7GEHATX0r9dG895om00mufMaspplGIWp0CL3AxiV5zSChTg72CSw/s1600-h/coulthart_joyce.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgyziKdSBiXo_Bnxi88vVlruSodW2R8AM3jxaNoaPUI4l2iF6FHKLhCn57fV5L7hkEtFqD-lZeNt2pKoLHOJ7GEHATX0r9dG895om00mufMaspplGIWp0CL3AxiV5zSChTg72CSw/s400/coulthart_joyce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208367802797438306" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Video from last year, Bloomsday reading by Joyceans from all over the world at James Joyce Convention , Dublin. Last year's celebrations were special with all the ambassadors to Ireland participating in the readings. Hha ! will surely miss it this year.<br /><br /><center><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-rtsUFn_07M&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-rtsUFn_07M&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="344" width="425"></embed></object></center><br /><br /><br /><br />Hmm nothing more. You can try this old interesting one if you have nothing to do.<br /><br />1. As you are sitting in front of your computer, lift your left foot off the floor and make circles in clockwise directions.<br />2. Now as you are doing the above try drawing a number six in the air with your right hand.<br /><br />You will see that beyond your control the foot changes its directions to anticlockwise.<br /><br />There is a neurological explanation for this. If you are nice to me I’ll tell you someday. Ok drop the nice bit, five quid each.<br /><br />so long.<br /></div>Sunilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802086213127984513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738141.post-5953538095044677332008-06-02T00:16:00.001+01:002008-06-02T00:17:19.163+01:00Civilization<div style="text-align: center;">and its dis<span style="font-style: italic;">can</span>tents<br /></div><br /><br /><center><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mdol-ZXBjFg&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mdol-ZXBjFg&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object></center>Sunilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802086213127984513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738141.post-31072480713002033202008-05-30T17:10:00.002+01:002008-05-30T18:03:07.095+01:00Wishlist<p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5L5-AE1TV-sFyRwBszjM2pgOwehXEbghgVk-bwbz8UXjLSqcXDWoeLNSJK7epHMQZL_f38rgHKtLIW-4JTtmb3uRkOOaMc0JmYmr_NP-WCS7_aACS3Bcq3eiXvzh0eeQKBa19xA/s1600-h/ulysses%2520unrestored%2520copy-738442.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5L5-AE1TV-sFyRwBszjM2pgOwehXEbghgVk-bwbz8UXjLSqcXDWoeLNSJK7epHMQZL_f38rgHKtLIW-4JTtmb3uRkOOaMc0JmYmr_NP-WCS7_aACS3Bcq3eiXvzh0eeQKBa19xA/s320/ulysses%2520unrestored%2520copy-738442.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206204042857627938" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.theworldsgreatbooks.com/ulysses_wraps.htm">The First Edition</a><br /></p>Sunilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802086213127984513noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738141.post-14197338389847004432008-05-29T15:40:00.002+01:002008-05-29T17:23:59.537+01:00PBF vs XKCD<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih0vmxfv35UB2m9fQ5HjxauEneRWZPi2fjWPS_2JPWDN26-KmLAYICcpdbepxys9fCBqDI-AY-QqPy1OF1SOWkTYj5ikATM8fc1MCFgy5aSYAE7qDs503vJW16EPMXYF25dHE55Q/s1600-h/PBF236-Road_Test-725681.gif"><img style="width: 320px; height: 138px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih0vmxfv35UB2m9fQ5HjxauEneRWZPi2fjWPS_2JPWDN26-KmLAYICcpdbepxys9fCBqDI-AY-QqPy1OF1SOWkTYj5ikATM8fc1MCFgy5aSYAE7qDs503vJW16EPMXYF25dHE55Q/s320/PBF236-Road_Test-725681.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205809709025280242" border="0" /></a><br /></div><p class="mobile-photo"><br /></p><div align="center"><em>Perry Bible vs XKCD?</em></div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center">Perry Bible always.</div> <div align="center"> XKCD is linear</div> <div align="center"> limited </div> <div align="center">and </div> <div align="center">boring.</div> <div align="center"> </div> <p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQJscL5vOxbkl1j8DSUWIGFYS3bhkLTlijBXJgdpAzss9PvQ0HlSSoX3PZN6pFuXk9qXgbFCDZg8Ejwp5dbdFLfBov5nEd72B3d_PyVeqbG-fEmNwSkVhLbITqHmRDOzA8yawcNQ/s1600-h/PBF140-Photo_Album-727878.jpg"><img style="width: 320px; height: 130px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQJscL5vOxbkl1j8DSUWIGFYS3bhkLTlijBXJgdpAzss9PvQ0HlSSoX3PZN6pFuXk9qXgbFCDZg8Ejwp5dbdFLfBov5nEd72B3d_PyVeqbG-fEmNwSkVhLbITqHmRDOzA8yawcNQ/s320/PBF140-Photo_Album-727878.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205809717615214850" border="0" /></a><br /></div><p class="mobile-photo"><br /></p>Sunilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802086213127984513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738141.post-8669586900330248112008-05-29T13:08:00.001+01:002008-05-29T13:10:41.922+01:00Bibiliothèque<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://printed-word.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-style: italic;"> booked here.</span></a><br /></div>Sunilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802086213127984513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738141.post-48481345968663547392008-05-28T14:00:00.002+01:002008-05-28T14:04:56.011+01:00Stain on the Snow<p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbzaUYG8FTLzC5mcsuMWrBEmAyTI19dEofpXhfFZEodQ9uN1zBeMpyPCeCTDy0vJNxv3tb8qYmcMmX_ILVwb1Plm-OylKYlpw6dGeaQ84COI8brID474h-PLQf3ayPLgGQJAuMhg/s1600-h/P1140647-744516.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbzaUYG8FTLzC5mcsuMWrBEmAyTI19dEofpXhfFZEodQ9uN1zBeMpyPCeCTDy0vJNxv3tb8qYmcMmX_ILVwb1Plm-OylKYlpw6dGeaQ84COI8brID474h-PLQf3ayPLgGQJAuMhg/s320/P1140647-744516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205412939946475714" border="0" /></a></p>Absolutely brilliant; Simenon is a combination of Dostoevsky, Herzog with shades of Joyce. It makes you feel so good to pause reading a book in between and mull over the psyche of the character. Hadnt happened for a while. Now I gotto finish up all his eighty four novels. Allotted time twenty four months, so lad organise, organise.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPgUaFWcyB-hRj2A4GOwtlfZl2sKQCwTACe0_mqdCo_QKdqEn9tLprkZd7_YpxdqJlKHwNKoejXHgbEbi1mgH2vas-R_OE5b7dNsTmCqiYCtZ_1iitZRhUKmec5FBPUpenhQfTFA/s1600-h/P1140643.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPgUaFWcyB-hRj2A4GOwtlfZl2sKQCwTACe0_mqdCo_QKdqEn9tLprkZd7_YpxdqJlKHwNKoejXHgbEbi1mgH2vas-R_OE5b7dNsTmCqiYCtZ_1iitZRhUKmec5FBPUpenhQfTFA/s400/P1140643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205413640026144978" border="0" /></a><br /><br />PS- If things go well, in India for a week or so in June.Sunilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802086213127984513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738141.post-62455131026658960902008-05-28T12:38:00.003+01:002008-05-28T12:51:51.842+01:00Das Auto<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNqRG2syJbJGirqbJHgl46b0chfPvXRtT_6TVw2lgJlbq1jCfahlCpU-BdHFosfRydAicWuhhyphenhyphenBWvBxgVkbSRo7KrcwqQqmen1RnM9ngKDK45d47FXPlSc9Gd8Mq0uUwqE4rvWFA/s1600-h/auto.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNqRG2syJbJGirqbJHgl46b0chfPvXRtT_6TVw2lgJlbq1jCfahlCpU-BdHFosfRydAicWuhhyphenhyphenBWvBxgVkbSRo7KrcwqQqmen1RnM9ngKDK45d47FXPlSc9Gd8Mq0uUwqE4rvWFA/s400/auto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205393823047041202" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Germany, with its heterogeneous pockets of urbanity amongst diverse divides of rural folk reminds me of a bit of India in late eighties ; In the post cold war time, it seems there is a undercurrent of mild confusion amongst Germans with its first generation out of the apologies of WW2 but yet unable identify a personal affect or meaning with their own nation and culture in the wake of seeping in capitalization.<br /><br />Quite Hegelian all.<br /><br />For instance, at this moment they are not totally comfortable with the 3 million odd Turkish immigrants in Germany but yet an average german seems it difficult to maintain a neutral position after a few drinks. And still I must say there isn’t a distinct negative undertone, and even if there is one, it is being let go of slowly. A confluence of post modern confusion, akin Britain in the sixties- seventies.<br /><br />All aside, Germans are the most organised of the lot. They would make my mom proud. Cruising through the autobahn with its no speed limit is an experience of a kind, lanes all around you would be swarming in its speeding efficiency of German auto industry- the BMWS, VWs, Audis, Mercs driven by people in total control of a their car - cars zigging zagging the lanes with such a smooth ease, is almost like an animation sequence. I dont remember a single driver who appeared burdened or was struggling with the buzzing engines. It is a culture than a skill.<br /><br />My German baby found its fast furious mode, drinking up fuel like a case of Heineken. Ja!<br /></div>Sunilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802086213127984513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738141.post-46664943139363441342008-05-28T11:23:00.001+01:002008-05-28T11:23:44.204+01:00The font situation:Anyone know howcome there is a verdana option in the font button on Firefox, but not on Internet explorer?<br> Sunilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802086213127984513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738141.post-22351200217439650392008-05-27T22:22:00.009+01:002008-05-27T23:12:21.881+01:00Vaudeville women<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7PAv9U3845NNsaexx6nhLFMu_jNgwXK7TCkfSvcT_73Va3QpuCeQU9nkUla8tDa1NEPs9c3OsDrI8hOgtmJt8r-P1JSBkVQIuoLQUr2X_Sh9Ecor-QkqMW3LJy55hyphenhyphen7DhCQyDuQ/s1600-h/noname.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7PAv9U3845NNsaexx6nhLFMu_jNgwXK7TCkfSvcT_73Va3QpuCeQU9nkUla8tDa1NEPs9c3OsDrI8hOgtmJt8r-P1JSBkVQIuoLQUr2X_Sh9Ecor-QkqMW3LJy55hyphenhyphen7DhCQyDuQ/s400/noname.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205174775419977778" border="0" /></a><br />Basically pissed off.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The only thing I don’t tolerate apart from stupids not accepting their stupidity is stupids being unprofessional.<br /><br />Over the last ten days much of my resources have been devoted to troubleshooting problems brought about by, well, though hate to point out but simply cant ignore - ahem - women.<br /><br />Before some silly feminist unhooks her bra crying she-wolf, I would like to put up my hands and say that some women I have come across in my professional life have been brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. But only some mind you. Most are not ; they get by doing religiously what has been delegated to them. It is when they try to play something that they are not that the ecosystem gets disturbed.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The point is that we all as species are defined by our strengths and limitations.The entire idea of coming to adulthood is to be prepared to accept and work with it. Like - it would be absolutely hilarious to imagine me beating the 9 ½ seconds mark for hundred metres.<br /><br />Ditto the charecters unique to men and women.. Some things are forte of women whilst some others are the domain of men. Accept and move on. But some don’t. And having used all the resources, and all the structure of the set-up a round them , all they can produce is this<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN9J6nb1I7quuqIq2QPY3VrsBOwFqoCnxZn_PDZRDt8ZAhPs8Odgvsw-ZJ3edvM4wFPBTtAKlPe6nmQr0AZJHrUhoNm2Jx9a8PMo1QFPLl53Uzhfq9N7eU3EdXfmWsTPJ-g7jh_Q/s1600-h/Art+Nouveau.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN9J6nb1I7quuqIq2QPY3VrsBOwFqoCnxZn_PDZRDt8ZAhPs8Odgvsw-ZJ3edvM4wFPBTtAKlPe6nmQr0AZJHrUhoNm2Jx9a8PMo1QFPLl53Uzhfq9N7eU3EdXfmWsTPJ-g7jh_Q/s400/Art+Nouveau.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205176171284348994" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A load of shit. Before eventually being theatrical, womanly and begging others to clean it all up.<br /><br />As much as I hate to use my power, I was compelled to use it many a times over the last week - including once to coldly point out the absolute stupidity with which a particular plan was being pursued in a meeting at 2 am in the morning. As it happens often under such circumstances the lady colleague had no corner to cover herself with. Only people who can look at themselves objectively can work in horizontal professional relationships, most others would be asking to be a part of hierarchical work set up where they would want others to tell them off. Go become a software engineer or something where you chase a deadline from your cosy-cubicle, why take up jobs where you should be thinking on your toes?<br /><br />In the context check this <a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.theabsolute.net/ottow/sexcharh.html">link</a> that S sent me following discussions on Indian women bloggers.<br /><br />To make up for all the negativity, here's an interesting poem called <span style="font-style: italic;">Mal </span>in a brilliant format by Kevin Oberlin.<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><table class="bodyblack" border="1" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="5" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr class="body_red" align="left" valign="top"> <td><em>Situation</em></td> <td><em>Automatic<br /><br />Thought </em></td> <td><em>Physical Response</em></td> <td><em>Emotional Response</em></td> <td><em>Cognitive Distortion</em></td> <td><em>Changed Thought</em></td></tr> <tr align="left" valign="top"> <td>back on Shadow, but that was before the war</td> <td>no longer my world</td> <td>press my forehead to the margins, fly low</td> <td>silence where survival’s concerned</td> <td>and faith in ownership</td> <td>lots of rocks look like home</td></tr> <tr align="left" valign="top"> <td>a sack of money for a crate of goods, an exchange of containers</td> <td>where we keep our bodies and what it felt like to inhabit them</td> <td>I would most certainly like you to touch me</td> <td>maybe with nostalgia</td> <td>the package travels because we carry it</td> <td>exchange is not change, but constant motion</td></tr> <tr align="left" valign="top"> <td>what you break down, what you build</td> <td>a family</td> <td>your own quarters, your own bunk, your own cut</td> <td>except when I conjure otherwise</td> <td>a thing with roots can’t be moved, that’s the point</td> <td>and I am in constant motion</td></tr> <tr align="left" valign="top"> <td><em>fog</em> and <em>fuck </em>sound mighty similar to my ear</td> <td>maybe you should see what it feels like</td> <td>I’ve kept some of your things in a trunk</td> <td>not knowing you’re in love, a stronger thing by far</td> <td>but why admit it?</td> <td>skin, only a middle layer</td></tr> <tr align="left" valign="top"> <td>shot in the shoulder again</td> <td>take a bullet, you take someone’s burden off</td> <td>also, it hurts</td> <td>if I recover, expect me to get a few things off my chest</td> <td>the tight pants improve my range of motion, asshole</td> <td>don’t make me turn this ship around</td></tr> <tr align="left" valign="top"> <td>bar fight</td> <td>careful what you say next</td> <td>a brown shirt, a brown coat</td> <td>patience isn’t a virtue, she’s a bitch</td> <td>fighting keeps the dust down</td> <td>with my shoulder blades I know if I’ve got help behind me</td></tr> <tr align="left" valign="top"> <td>in the black, what don’t matter comes clear</td> <td>we’ll stop for supplies and make what repairs we can afford</td> <td>to keep flying</td> <td>like a crate buoyed by its cargo</td> <td>life makes its own self interesting, bullet by burning bullet</td> <td>you take the battle with you</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />PS - I see The Class was a last minute surpirse at festival de cannes , have been told Paris has been rejoicing in streets - félicitations, buggerers.Sunilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802086213127984513noreply@blogger.com0