Being Walter Mitty

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Dreaming (and dreaming in a way in which one is a character in some sort of long running motion picture or TV show.. a View-per-will TV show) has always come easy to me. Wonder of wonder that there is a character is literature who's famous (rather, infamous) for the same. I believe there is a little bit of a Walter Mitty in all of us.

Of course, some have a lot more of it than others...

Bade Achchhe Lagte Hain

One of the loveliest songs I have heard in recent times. Who knew growing old would be so good :)

Marine Drive and a phonecam

Before my time...

Was reading about the new microblogging (Twitter) phenom, in which junta may use SMS's to blog.

back in summer 2002, while I was busy creating 'Enter the Freshman', I also got a cell phone and a Dolpin (MTNL) prepaid connection. At that time, the billing facility was extremely screwed and certain Dolphin customers could SMS for free. I was one of these. After exhausting the jokes and other crap from Indiatimes and Rediff (8888 and 7333), I discovered that one could send emails using SMS via the indiatimes gateway. Thus was born my mblog project.

I had coded a scipt that would run on logging into my Aerospace account, scan my mailbox from emails from my number, and paste these to a text file that acted as my blog.

I was searching for how to create a daemon on the Aero server, but lost interest, specially after Dolphin got its billing right.

Maybe the same service exists still, and one can update blogger accounts via email.. and thus the world will always be aware of whatever you want it to be aware of.

Thus, a timepass project of 2002 was the new phenom of 2007. Wah wah!

Now I know what Baird felt like.... (ego to dekho munde da!)

Weary

Writing short blog posts is symptomatic of a vacuous, malignant weariness that results in trying to graft words with any semblance of coherence. Pitiable. Pitiful. Pitiless. Piti much yeh hi hai...

Fear

Whenever I hear or read some particular words... Stochastic.. Parametric.. Eigenvalues.. etc, I break into a cold sweat. An engineer by training, I should welcome these like old school friends.

Maybe the analogy tells a lot more than it is meant to. I seldom make the required effort to meet old connections. It is not right to get this annoyed with the interruption in solid routine.

from the Gita...

Movement

Bangalore. Mumbai. And then where? (figuratively speaking)

But its good to be out and about!

Indescribable

There's a sad sort of clanging from the clock in the hall
And the bells in the steeple too
And up in the nursery an absurd little bird
Is popping out to say "cuckoo"

A smörgåsbord of feelings, finally. A pastiche of moments, of images. Exams on the horizons, panic in the air, and creative juices think this is the best time to pump up. Inconsequentialities for the most part, that doesnt stop me from taking air.

And sorrow. Despair in someways, at a time that was almost momentary, and yet could have have been, should have been so much more (My Bad, really!).

Nullness. Dullness.

Legacies worth preserving, but the hills wont remember (though we will remember the hills.. somewhat).

These too shall pass, and all these moments will be lost in time.... like teardrops in the rain.

Adieu PGP10. We shall hunt again in Valhalla.

So far away...

'Tis the festival of lights
and yet the lights are dim
No cackle of the phooljhari
No rockets in flight

The magic of last year
must wait to be repeated
and yet, I know that if the lamp
is lit, 'tis 'cause of you my dear