orkut-an experimental matrix.....?

To borrow Andy and Larry Wachowski's words.....Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment. But you humans do not. You move to an area and you multiply and multiply until every natural resource is consumed and the only way you can survive is to spread to another area.....................

One text book example of this is the orkut; like all other marvelllous concepts which are too good to be belived, we predictably shall secure our beliefs rather than the truth. So let's explode our contacts and join all the communities and be happy at our own stupidities.....This again reaffirms my beliefs in the hierarchy http://13th-deja-vu.blogspot.com/2004/08/false-positives-but-needed.html#comments; only the people who can be responsible must be given the power of choice, because with great powers comes great responsibilities......(any spiderman's dad can tell u that).... and if u flip through the pages of history, humans are never very prudent with choice and power......
decline and falll..... we are almost there aldous

Paradoxes and cocktails

Okie, to be honest, I never enjoyed the cocktail conversations.. yup unless its something very shallow as hegel's cultural overbearings or the wisdom of french in the contemorary war; Ive never got my head around very profound issues like, bollywood or beckham's performance , which in effect means social suicide in 21st century routine.
You can dress in an orange sweater and purple tie with a smiling face of orungutan on it but you cant afford to give out an inch of your ignorance regarding matters of serious social concerns. So most of the times ill just nod and smile, yeah both should go together. Dont fret its not that bad;You woudnt mind it so much if are drunk, in fact many a times youll enjoy it!

So when you get a gal who is bit more informed about trivial issues in every sense of word, the conversations feel a lot better to be heard especially if you are in it... I dont know why it always reminds me off the college hostel terrace where some retarded friends used to discuss the nature of universe with all conviction in their beliefs both in concurrence and differences.
So this conversation was giving me pangs of nostalgia and we drifted happily into evolution of music and everything was steered well until we reached the winter of 20th century when we climaxed into one particular band with ill defined genre as they encompass and expand into several genres.... it made us both happy that we shared an ocean of reverence for this particular band.
The question inevitably drifted into their best song, she said 'man who sold the world'....and i said come as you are'.... and booom ..........world fell apart... we ended up giving a big list why our songs were better for the rest of night.....ofcourse even our consensus for the second best song as 'scentless apprentice' didnt satiate our appetites for the perfect match.

Who said the life is not a paradox??
never mind anyway.......:-

unwanted song of the brave

unwanted song of the brave...........

last of the unsung
who never tried to be heroes,
breathed amongst us
oblivious
of
a
tiny little
abstraction
called
fame,
until
another
collective
abstraction
of
foolishness
of
the lesser
heroes
took over
and
ofcourse
in celebration!

mind ur language

u ask me? whats all these amusing wordplay goin to get u at? ya all these templates of blogs n stuff n all that u know...language eh? wasnt she a whore of the mind all the time....? when has she been faithful? wud u dare to advance any theory to counter that? eh....word appears inadequate across all universes to the task of conveying thought, then we all sit here and glorify all the bards? to what end? go on , tell me .... did we need a wittegenstein to arrest such a thought?......we are alone and exclusive and though momentary we shall be surpassing that, all revolutions fade like a ice cream on a beach......awaiting the herald of yet another revolt, in the meantime we shall delude our premises in values, cause we are flawed and we are human and we shall not get outside it, for it lay in our language and language seemed to repeat it to us inexorably........... alrightie then , blog on.... but check ur premises....
ps: like their kindred these above words are awaitin erosion.... ah.

pastelwork of an invisible painter....

these are the dying moments of the day, the language calls it evening.ive chosen a bench on this small hillock of this countryside to drown my weariness.

i squirm in my seat to bend and get a look at where i am, the view from here is awesome... i wish i was a painter for a few hours....., i catch myself in a waning smile.. tentative, nothing more amusing than talking within oneself.......thats how we build ...lost and found within oneself.
i let me eyes wander down and the entire length of the slope is taken by lush green grass.. oblivious of attention of little butterflies.surprisingly i find no rocks.it reminds me of preschool children scribbling with crayons to come out with green and yellow ...... another dying smile..
i gaze further down beyond the feet of the hillock, there to my extreme left is an intersect of multilaned motorways...cutting themselves majestically .....would love to see them empty....no oblige today, they stand mute witnesses to cars flowing....the cars suddenly respond to the signals ..pause , slow down queuing up one behind another and then they start again lazily creeping and then they pick up.....i play with their colors trying to amuse myself by predicting the next color . it gets monotonous.... symmetry is beyond man....?hmmm, no stupid..if it was what about love.....??
i give up.
pull my point of focus more away , theres a tail of big fly-over..u can hardly make anything there , but you can hear it whistle... in a roar.. zoom .. zoooooom ...... zoooooooooom , everytime a load truck cuts across it leaves a roar of gasp...... i try to listen more intent, but somethings scares me there.. may be its the speed or the sound...i cant make up.....

i escape to my right...

there u see ... old victorian houses in dozens , many of them like match boxes in shades of brown...like soldiers in a combat uniform ready for the march...i catch two with long chimneys.. one's smoking....and the houses next to him are losing their charm ... by passive smoking.
i pull myself down over the inviting grass and look upwards....there is an air of invisible curtains coming down.i find the dying sun in the west..he seems busy as if in a parting smooch to his beloved mistress sky and shes responding by blushing in a rainbow of reds..bright, blood crimson , scarlet, why even orange n purple.....they call this refraction.!!i close my eyes...i want to be lost..... i know i cant take more.

on terrorism

ive been trying to put my mind on paper regarding terrorism , but lil time.so i finally thought if i left space...\illl defintely make time to write abt it....coz its worth writing about...... so
watch this space......

lords

favorite movie scenes

Ars gratia arts – arts for arts sake , so runs the caption of the MGM , the colossal movie giant. But art being a channel of creative expression has the powerful ability to seep deep into the lives and dissolve with the souls to unleash stronger emotions. Especially with the movies, the boundary between the reenactment and reality seem to blur into a slice of life itself.. Here are some of my favorite movie scenes of all times, don’t try to look for order, its random and chaotic...and since im doing it parallel with a dozen other tasks im afraid that i may have missed some of the fav ones..... but for now..
CASINO: opening sequence, fav of all time...just sheer genius of scorsese
SCHINDLERS LIST : the gal in the red frock, kinda conveys the essnce of the movie, subtle but strong.
FORREST GUMP: when forrest learns he is a father n when he tells jenny that she was with him always....
BEAUTIFUL MIND: the cafe pens sequence ...the tormented days
GODFATHER too many,:horse scene, baptism scene, n when michael says, "today i settled some old family business,moe green is dead , so is schatzi, tattaglia.........."just the intensity in his eyes...no wonder they said... u went in to watch brando n came out talking pacino
BEN HUR: chariot scene for unbelivable conception
AMERICAN BEAUTY: the dining room scene , n my fav the polythene bag sequence....
T2: the chase
WHEN HARRY MET SALLY: the fake orgasm scene "when u want to spend the rest of ur life with someone u want that to start rest of ur life asap" what else?
SILENCE OF THE LAMBS:"I happened officer clarice u cannot reduce me to a set of influences."... antony hopkins as lecter is chilling in any frame
TAXI DRIVER: "are u talking to me"? absolute Brilliance
HEAT: the restaurant scene...just to catch the masters in the same frame
SCENT OF THE WOMAN: the climax , pacino defines acting
AS GOOOD AS IT GETS: the compliment scene, jack nicholson with cuba gooding jr
FALLEN: climax is divine....
ONE FLEW OVER THE CUCKOOS NEST: many the silent sober gestures and ofcourse jack nicholson
GONE WITH THE WIND: last scene... haunting indeed
CASABLANCA: last scene very lyrical
APOCALYPSE NOW: climax...n everything everyframe its a classics reference
CLEAR N PRESENT DANGER: the terrorist attack sequence
MEMENTO: the first 20mins is a marvel
MATRIX: the architect scene, meeting the oracle n busting the matrix... spoon boy scene..many more
RAGING BULLl: all the boxing sequences....amazing..
SEX LIES N VIDEOTAPE: the conversations... poetic soderberg at his best
RAINMAKER: climax ....sense of unfulfillment haunting
GOODWILL HUNTING: climax... the break up of the complex scene
TRAFFIC: benicio del tero ....
GATTACA: when ethan hawke says to his brother that he never worried abt swimming back...
REALITY BITES ethan hawke nobody can eat 50 eggs... yess.
LOVE STORY: very obvious the climax....
FRENCH LIETUANANT’S WOMAN: the wood scenes
INDECENT PROPOSAL:" even a brick wants to be something"
JERRY MCGUIRE: last 2 – 3 reels
GANDHI: many, the train travel sequence, courtroom scenes
LAWRENCE OF ARABIA: every frame
GOOD BAD UGLY: bathtub one
PULP FICTION: opening scene, jacksons bible recital , the tomato joke... keitel's trouble shooting
12 MONKEYS: bradd pitt
FIGHT CLUB: first n last 10 mins
BUTCH CASSIDY…..: hotel scene
GIRL INTERRUPTED: the song outside the ward door
SAVING PVT RYAN: "lets get something out of this mess"
CIDER HOUSE RULES: "I look at u and it hurts"…. Tobey the unlikely hero
BEACH : moonlit beach scene
Im pretty sure that ive missed some really good ones.......just cant excavate them right now...

londonissssh

hmmm,back after a loong time! the last 48 hrs have been absolutely awesome,just navigating london aimlessly through undergound tubes, escalators and buses to an extent that i was seeing the escalators, zillion strange faces watching intently inside the train and why even a tube map while fast asleeep.
i asked myself one question....so was it overwhelming? , i must say no, just exciting,this time as i knew london more than last time i knew what to avoid and where to spend more time, the regular attractions obviously disappointed;the things i would carry home were
visiting the lords stadium-the lush green outfield,the legendary pitch and the popular media box , absolutely numbiiiinnnng!
221b baker street, second time but as ahuge sherlock holmes fan i don mind

sleeping in the hyde park....reminded me of college days.

the greenwich- where the world belives time started

the canary wharf- i know its no manhattan but nobody can deny canary wharf the charm.

the tubes are absolutely delight to indulge....

london, definitely is lovely and amazing but not worth settling down..........

londonish

on rails

hmmm...back after a deliberate sabbatical, just woke up after a long london night out; lets go back to uor favorite pastime.. trying to understand the nature of universe......(with full awareness of the futility of such an excursion)!!