Fiercely independent, judgmental, cynical, and rude. Loves rum and coke. Worships Floyd. Has a sub-conscious thing for mallus and blue socks. Wishes she were unschooled. Thinks that Dr.Gregory House/ Homer make for the ideal guy.
When you're down in the dumps and life blows everything damn thing in your face..what do you do?? I say you cook!! And you scream! And you scream at unni for getting tomato noodles. You watch a mallu flick and guffaw over comic news channels while you eat. You recall the past. Upma-de-souffle'! Fight for the last remaining bit of noodle stuck to the bottom of the wok. You laugh for no reason. You revisit F.R.I.E.N.D.S. "Could I be wearing anymore clothes?" Behahahahahahahaha. And you eat Divya's GOD-level chocolate pudding! Celebrate Shil's (read Mayya :P ) budday! And you watch The silence of the lambs. And you scare Divya everytime she attempts to go to the loo. You chat all night long. Eat Frankie at 2:00 a.m. Admire Hannibal Lecter, life, college days,love, singledom et al et al. Sleep in wee hours of the day. Wake up at ten. Put on Lata Mangeshkar on the lappy. Start preparing for lunch. And as you take snail steps towards cutting, frying and trying not to burn stuff, you try waking Shilpa. And for that you should be presented with a gallantry award (cuz even Lata's high pitch fails to budge her!). Then you finish cooking rice and dal tadka. Just when the sabzi makhanwala is about to be done, Shil walks in all the glory, touches the spatula, stirs it and claims preparing it!!
THE fOOd!
Lots of LOLs n ROFLMAOs n masti n music n mazaa n dhamaal! 24 hours well wasted! :D :D :D
The awwww moment ^_^
Yum-mmyyyyyyyyy!!!
A day fully enjoyed. Fully lived! :) Thanks you guys..I SO needed this break :) :)
So The Bing Bang Theory-Season 2 and Heroes-3 will begin airing day after tomorrow. And because I’m obsessed with both the series, I’ll be glued to the television/system watching all episodes back to back. Till the time, I bounce back from romancing Jim Parsons and Sendhil Ramamurthy, here’s a piece of absolute crap!
"There are 10 kinds of people in the world. Those who understand Binary and those who get laid" -Law of Technosexuality
He last took a bath 20 days back.
His last computer game: the one released 0.5 seconds before I end writing this sentence.
Survival Kit: Star Trek, Feynman Lectures, Apple Macbook Air...42 items in total
Last contact with the XX chromosome: ho-hum-Bleh!
So the protagonist ventures out on an adventure called:dealing with people (if you choose to call them that) with an IQ less than 150.
Isaac Asimov in one hand, bespectacled, he walks in a very non-noteworthy manner. Enters the coffee house and orders his favourite milk shake. And there she was in all the beauty. Perfect. The survival kit fails. Nothing out of those 42 could help him muster enough courage to approach the girl. Our hero has fallen in love!! Trying to prove that every law has an exception, he dropes the book (Bollywood's profound effects you may say) . She bends to help. He bends too. His hands slightly rub against hers. Perfectly Isothermal. But thats not possible. Not a good day for science he thinks. And in his quest for conquering her, he holds her hand a for a little too long and C-H-A-P-P-A-A-A-T-T.
Humiliated and embarrassed, head hung low, our guy comes back to his table and waits for the damned milk shake.
Heart v/s Mind
Her legs. Smooth. And he doles out his analysis. What would it be like to project them each in 2 different planes mutually perpendicular to each other? Ah! Potential double differentiation!
Jots down that he has to explain laws of differentiation to a lesser mortal at the university.
Overwhelmed with his analysis of her legs, he moves up. Avoiding all the eyes staring at him to certify him a creep, he moves up! He gazes intently at the lady, eyes dilated, frothing at the corner of his mouth, he begins his dimensional analysis yet again. The number 362436 somehow seems to be related, but he can’t remember the reason.
He moves up and his gaze falls upon the bulging deposit of fat just beneath the shoulders. 36C, he decided. Isn’t 36C, the bus which takes him to the National Institute of Advanced Studies in Particle Astrophysics? That reminds him of observing the effect in the orbit of Mars due to the unlikely conjecture of Saturn and Uranus, which will happen the next day. He quickly jots it down lest his heart started playing its games again!
Her eyes. Beautiful blue eyes. Two eyes. Brain rules over the heart yet again. Two eyes. Too ice. Dry ice.Versatile cooling agent. -78.5 °C. Solid Carbon Dioxide. Carbon. Fullerenes. And he reaches for his pen again. He reminds himself that his paper on the strength of nanotubes is yet to be submitted.
Unknown to him, a fierce battle is being fought. Heart. Mind. Heart. Mind. Heart. Mind. Heart. Mind. CHAOS!
Her hair. Beautiful black hair. Shiny, voluminous and straight. Sun's rays being beautifully reflected from them. And then his mind wanders to the greener pastures of technology. Information racing down at the speed of light. The hair is an optical fiber!!! The heart brings the mind back to the current space and time and unknowingly he starts penning down a poem..
Tonight I draw your hair,
A hair of simplicity,
With a mysterious beauty,
That no one can ever resist,
A hair that blooms with the sun,
That always shines every sunrise,
And turns into deep black at sunset,
A hair of smooth silk,
That touches my face like a baby,
And comforts my soul into a sleeping baby,
Like the lullaby that can put me into sleep,
Your hair blooms unlike any other.
and he blabbers it all in his hopeless delusion. She walks in quiet beauty and looks at him in the eyes. His hidden talent has paid off. And they both live happily ever after.
Nice try. The protagonist goes back to his lab, trying to figure out the possibility of communication using hair as an optical fiber and does not emerge out of the room for seven more years. And then The Wheel of Time will be back to where it all started!
PS: You guys, please do come back! You know I can do better than this!! ^_^
Its a paradox. Paradox is a part of our nature.Think about light, now if you look at Huygen's, light is wave, as confirmed by the double slit experiment. But then, along comes Albert Einstein and discovers that light behaves like particles too. See, paradox.
I sit there. In the winter, that seat is close enough to the radiator to remain warm and yet not so close to cause perspiration. In the summer, its directly in the path of the cross breeze created by opening windows there and there. It faces the television at an angle thats neither direct nor too far wide as to create paralax. I can go on but I think I've made my point.
I’m a Sagittarius, which probably tells you way more than you need to know.
Yes, it tells us that you participate in the mass cultural delusion that the sun’s apparent position relative to arbitrarily defined constellations at the time of your birth somehow affects your personality.
There's a sarcasm sign.
We tried kissing but the earth didn't move. I mean any more than the 383 miles it was gonna move anyway.
You have about as much chance of going out with Penny as the Hubble Telescope has of finding that at the center of each black hole there's a little man with a flashlight trying to find the circuit breaker.
Every Saturday since we’ve lived in this apartment, I have awakened at 6:15, poured myself a bowl of cereal, added a quarter-cup of 2% milk, sat on this end of this couch, turned on BBC America, and watched Doctor Who.
You have a TV in your room, why don’t you just have breakfast in bed?
Because I am neither an invalid nor a woman celebrating Mother’s Day.
Our kids will be smart and beautiful.
Not to mention imaginary
I'm a male, and she's a female.
But not of the same species.
Great idea!
Uh, no. The wheel was a great idea. Relativity was a great idea. This is a notion, and a rather sucky one at that.
At least now you can retrieve the black box from the twisted smoldering wreckage that was once your fantasy of dating her and analyze the data so that you don't crash into geek mountain again.
I’ve spent the past three-and-a-half years staring at greaseboards full of equations; before that, I spent four years working on my thesis; before that, I was in college; and before that, I was in the fifth grade.
Love is not a sprint, it's a marathon. A relentless pursuit that only ends when she falls into your arms. Or hits you with the pepper spray...
I'm a perfectly nice guy! There's no reason we couldn't go to the restaurant and have a lovely dinner. Maybe we could go for a walk afterwards, talk about things we have in common: You love pottery? I love pottery! There's a pause-we both know what's happening-I lean in and we kiss; it's a little tentative at first, but then I realize she's kissing me back and she's biting my lower lip, you know? She wants me! This thing is going the distance, we're going to have sex! Oh, God, oh my GOD!
For LOL, ROFL, LMAO and all other forms of laughter, watch THE BIG BANG THEORY
The house overlooking the sea was an object of envy for many. With many wind chimes adorning the patio, every passer by taking his evening stroll wanted to own her house. The huge expressionist painting hung on the wall. She was an art enthusiast. And loved her evening glass of red wine just as much. Her cigarette rested on the receptacle, still burning..and she looked at her reflection in the large French window..at her face and at her fingers, without a wedding ring.
The same face which appeared on the cover of tens of magazines neatly laid upon the coffee table. Some eulogized her, some termed her the dragon lady, career obsessed..The same table which he had picked out for her when they had gone shopping.. The trouble with lies is; each one begets another, into a spiral conundrum, confusing and hard to get out of. The trouble with trust is; you believe each of these lies. And the trouble with ambition, she thought, was, you are left alone at the top, with no home to go back to...
But all this was already clouded in mist and merged into the boundless grey sea..the undulating sea, gleaming under the moon and then roaring against the flaring crimson..
She waited for the phone to ring..technology had always eluded her. She knew that this small device would connect her to the world. Bring her opportunities, success, money and fame.
Only today, she knew, it would bring her hope..and life..
How hard could it be to say, I love you too Cecilia..
And the phone rang...
...and without waiting for the chauffeur, she drove the Benz..
Next day, the papers read.. “… head-on collision…she was two months pregnant...."
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Manifestation of Silence: "It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell"
Albert Camus
"Those who lack the courage will always find a philosophy to justify it"
Swami Vivekananda
"All that is real in me is God; all that is real in God is I. The gulf between God and human beings is thus bridged. Thus we find how, by knowing God, we find the kingdom of heaven within us"
Fyodor Dostoevsky
"A just cause is not ruined by a few mistakes"
Thakur Da
“Don't limit a child to your own learning, for he was born in another time”
Joni Mitchell
"..we cant return we can only look behind from where we came and go round and round and round in The Circle Game..."
Mahatma
"The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.”
Sri Sri Ravi Shankar
"Silence is the goal of all answers. If an answer does not silence the mind, it is no answer"
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