Monday, July 18, 2016

Blood Of Mine.

Nobody will ever love me like my mother loves me; so unconditionally, from a place of such depth & purity.

I’ll never have a friend so dedicated.

The best woman I find will not love me even a fraction of how much she loves me. Nobody will ever sacrifice their happiness for me even remotely to how much she has for me.

The best meal I’ve ever had was on a random Saturday morning when I and she cooked together a batch of Idly & Sambhar. It was the most beautiful meal I’ve ever had because I know how much love has gone into the littlest detail of that meal.

I’ve always tried to make sure she knows how much I appreciate her, but it’ll never be enough.

No-one will ever have my back as my brothers do. When people in the periphery of my life ask weird questions like do you need me there, are you okay? My brothers are actually there in front of me making sure I’m surviving this. They drop whatever they are doing and come stand in front of me and do what needs to be done. Thousands of kilometers mean nothing.

Just like I’ve dropped everything I’m doing countless times just to be there for them. I wish everybody had brothers like I have. There simply is no substitute.

I wish I had some more time to spend with my father; he was the best of us. I wish I had some more time with him.

People I really trust are so rare, just really three people. Hope I get to expand that number one day.
  

And to think one day I have to say good bye to some of them or they have to say good bye to me scares the life out of me. One day it'll happen, how do you prepare for that??

Saturday, August 3, 2013

Coded.

/** SOMETHING I WROTE ALMOST HALF A DECADE AGO. SHOULD HELP IN A CHARACTER STUDY. **/

Have you noticed that when you are deeply involved in something, you start seeing it all around you?

Well I have, its my disease. At least one of the many..

When I'm thrown into something deep enough and long enough, I start drawing parallels with the world outside with my work. My work involves coding, lots and lots of coding. If you have worked hours as long as I have and have tried to make sense out of as much gibberish as I have then you'll surely be able to comprehend easily what I am talking about.

I have talked to, dreamed about, eaten, spit out, killed, birthed, begged I mean BEGGED, slept with, fell in love with, screamed at, cried over, laughed with, wrestled, kissed, reasoned with, cursed at, played hide and seek with, driven with and even proposed to Java.

As time passed on like this I try to write life in code. Conjuring up a program that would launch my life on running the main() method. Sometimes I even compare God to a coder, a very efficient coder I am sure; maintaining an enormous project by himself or herself I don’t know. I think of how life and civilizations are basically written in while or for loops and all human choices probably listed down in extremely long IF-ELSE IF control statements.

Let’s just say these hallucinations are stuff that kept me relatively sane. I won’t lie, it is my doing more than anybody else’s to has landed me in this soup, don’t mistake me I am not complaining far from it actually. As I was saying, the stuff that goes on in my head to keep it from sinking can be labeled somewhere very close to insanity I am sure.

Then of course there are the moments when I think I can’t take it anymore and start breaking down, and then I always look into my past to keep me going.

I was around 19 when I realized that anything is possible in the world, that if I put honest effort and myself completely into something then it can be done, come whatever may. This realization as most of you would have guessed was not from a book or even from my family people who have taught me almost everything I know; it came to me while I was doing CODING. Imagine that.

One thing I knew from long ago was that I am not exceptionally bright. So when my class was given an assignment to do in college I was apprehensive and tentative. It sounded like a lot of gibberish to me, alien even. Everyone around me was copying from someone else and frankly I was tired of xeroxing someone else's work. It was OK in the beginning and all but as I did it again and again and again it felt not right. Excuse me, I am not defacing Xeroxing assignments by any means, no way, they are what got me my graduate degree. But still it didn't feel right that day. For some inexplicable cause I started to do it myself.

Got fed up in a day was putting it in a mild way, but for an even more mysterious reason I didn't give up and strangely started losing sleep on something for the first time in my life. Each time I solved a problem, ten new problems cropped up but I kept at it day after day. Magically each problem got its solution in its due time but not before taking a good chunk of sleep and social contact out of me.

Finally after a lot of swearing and red in my eyes the work got over. It was an original piece of work done by me and I knew it worked and it felt great. It didn't hit me immediately that I have learnt something from that experience, there was a change in me that came over without my knowledge, well at-least in the bud. I started taking up more challenges mostly failing but some precious ones who captured my attention strong enough were never left unfinished.

Then one day a classmate of mine came to me and described me a really tough project and posed me a question, Would I like to join him to do it as our project. Guess what my answer was

"Sure I'll do it. Anything's possible, let's try."

I meant it too. After getting home it got me thinking, realizing a year ago my answer would have been a nervous apology for my ignorance and pointing out someone better than me.

The train of thought finally found the source of my transformation, what the first thing I actually 'did' did to me. All abstractions flew in soon. That there was nothing magical about the solutions that came to me in those days, they were the children of the hunger to do something and the hard work that followed.

You see, that day when I decided to do something against all odds with no historic or empirical evidence that I will succeed and I was as clueless as I could ever be, there can never be a time when I will be more doubtful and yet I came through.

Without any apparent reason it gave me the will to live and taught me not to be afraid.
Even today I love that CPP program.

For All The InBetweeners.

What makes you stay in the today, the false romance of yesterday or the false promise of tomorrow? Because today is never really today.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

12 Step Programme To Misery.

The original twelve steps:

1: You decide that you are going to get over the hurt and the pain and the shame and survive as you have done always.

2: You learn about yourself that once you have really committed to something you are not the kind that can let it go no matter how much you try.

3: You learn that there are always more songs, movies & books on sadness than on happiness they just don't make it to the main stream.

4: You can lose a life's worth of fitness in a year's worth of depression.

5: You learn sleep loss is mandatory and it is directly proportional to hair loss. That doesn't mean you are awake when you are not sleeping.

6: Your personal hygiene goes away very fast. Its pretty gross.

7: You as a child have known tears of sadness and happiness. You learn a new kind. You learn death doesn't only mean the stopping of one's heart.

8: You learn its the goodness in you the empathy the kindness the loyalty that makes you the saddest. Its totally moronic yet utterly true. You are just defective.

9: You start the withholding of yourself and boxes to hide your mind from the world are made. This process is extremely painful if you are somebody who used to give life everything you had.

10: You begin building vaults of many kinds 12 x 10 ft ones, 15.6' ones, 63 hp ones, 0 mm2 ones. There are so many it just doesn't really matter. The human mind is wonderful that way.

11: Your own rationality goes away. There comes a point when every failure every sadness every shame in the world is your own and you are punishable.

12: You know in your heart of hearts that the only way to get past this is to let in people you love and respect, but you cant you just fucking cant. You cant believe you are the kind to deserve such a kindness.



Thursday, May 19, 2011

Wise Words From Annie, Ted & Megan.

Pierce: You backed the wrong horse, I've got nothin.

Annie: Pierce you are musical, you are creative, you can do this. I believe in you.

Pierce: Well you shouldn't, I quit.

Annie: You listen up, Pierce! I'm gonna tell you what my mother told me when I wanted to quit cheerleading. 'You're not very pretty, you have no boobs, and you can't do a basket toss to save your life.'

But you made a commitment.

So pick up your pompoms, Pierce, stuff your bra, and get ready for the team bus to forget you at a Taco Bell, because life is tough. But we soldier on, and that's just the way it goes.
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Ted: "That was the year I got left at the altar, it was the year I got knocked out by a crazed bartender, the year I got fired, the year I got beat up by a goat, a girl goat at that, and damn it if it wasn't the best year of my life. Because if any one of those things hadn't happened, I never would've ended up in what turned out to be the best job I ever had. But more importantly, I wouldn't have met your mother. Because as you know, she was in that class. Of course, that story is just beginning."

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Megan: I think you're ready now to hear a little story about a girl...girl named Megan. Girl named Megan that didn't have a very good time in high school. I'm referring to myself. When I say Megan, it's me Megan.
Annie: Yeah, I got it.
Megan: I know you look at me now and think, boy she must have breezed through high school. Not the case, Annie.
Megan: No, this was not easy going up and down the halls. Okay? They used to try to blow me up. They threw fire crackers at my head. Fire crackers. I mean literally. I'm not saying that figuratively. I got fire crackers thrown at my head. They called me a freak. Do you think I let that break me? Think I went home to my mommy crying; 'Oh, I don't have any friends. Oh, Megan doesn't have any friends.' No, I did not. You know what I did? I pulled myself up. I studied really hard. I read every book in the library and now I work for the government. I have the highest possible security clearance. Don't repeat that!
Annie: I won't.
Megan: I can't protect you. I know where all the nukes are and I know the codes.



Monday, April 4, 2011

Color Me Beige.

All brains and no heart is a bag of tricks.


All heart and no brains is a bull in a bull fight.


Wish I knew how to be in between.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Pondy Logue - I



 

Had it in the back of my mind to visit Pondy once again for quite sometime. So when JD asked one friday night, we'll go to Pondy? I said no problem sure. I also want to test the limits of JDs new Alto. Safely ofcourse J surely after my recent altercation I thought to myself.

 

So we went back home, packed for the weekend, googled the route, contemplated deeply, burned some travel music set our alarms for 4 am and hit the bed.

 



4 am. I am up. I make some coffee and milk. JD's still snoozing, I contemplate deeply. I go over pull off his blanket and shake his bed for 5 mins. He's up too. We finish the coffee; morning rituals get dressed and get down to his car to get going.


 

We notice the dust covered mess that is his car, contemplated deeply and decide to wash the windows alone. After the wash, were in and I start checking the stereo everything's in order. We're off on this fine Saturday morn.
The route we decided on was fairly simple courtesy google maps. The road was supremely serene between 7 -8 am for some reason and very beautiful. Of course JD and I fought over the music I threatened I would crash his car and he threatened he would scream. Fairly subdued and after deep contemplation we reached a compromise.

 

Got upto a max of 115 km/hr in his car beyond that I didn't feel comfortable to push.

 

Reached pondy about 9:10 am. Then JD decided there was a beach before Pondy a particularly beautiful one that too. So we roamed around 20 mins trying to find this 'beach' without success I cursed him he cursed me right back. We got back on the road.
Quarter of an hour later we reached the actual Pondy beach. The one with all the boulders you are not allowed to cross. We contemplated deeply and jumped up and down there for some time.

 

JD cried his hunger cry. Man, this guy can eat a lot. We drove to a tiny restaurant, saw the menu exclaimed the price is not at all tiny, contemplated deeply decided will eat all we can this weekend no worry about moolah.

 

I had honey chocolate pancakes and chocolate milk, JD ordered some sophisticated tea and sandwiches and sat back all smug. They brought back some weak kinda tea like looking hot water for him, I didn't laugh at his face right away I waited till the waiter left, I have standards. We ordered again to compensate. Paid the bill, got out, noticed a nearby wine shop.

 

Got back on the beach. Jumped up and down. Contemplated deeply and decided to go to the boat house island beach combo location. Drove down there. JD cried his sleepy cry so we slept in the car for sometime. Some loud giggly girls woke me up. I contemplated deeply, shaked the car for 5 mins and JD woke up.
Took out my camera and got out. JD cried his excited cry and I sighed and handed over the camera struck one of my portfolio poses. He took a snap.




 



Then I took a snap before JD struck his portfolio pose.




 

Took the tickets to go see the island beach and waited. Boat came and off we went. Started contemplating deeply and JD took s snap and I cursed him and he cursed me right back.



 




 

Got to the beach, there were a whole bunch of people. Families, college stragglers, travel groups, young couples, loners. So sat down and started scouting for talent (by that I mean ogling) JD pretend as if he is not. I laughed at him and he agreed he is too. After some particularly deep contemplation we found some winners and then lost interest. JD cried his excited cry and started onto the water and I declined diplomatically. Started noticing a family; husband, wife and three little girls. I have to say the girls were very captivating with their antics. They'd jump in, squealed, jump out and sat shivering even though the sun was scorching. Took a snap of them.



 




 

Found a quite place sat down chewed the fat a little, scared away some kids and off we went.





 

Had enough and got on the back on the boat to mainland happily. Until I noticed the stone drunk uncle beside me. He was part of a touring family and suddenly everybody started laughing for no reason. Then as if to earn the attention uncle started to sing a tamil kuthu paatu. Was the funniest thing, tried not to laugh put on my contemplating deeply face, JD laughed. Until the boat started to rock from all the movement. JD went tense. I thought, hah I can float without sinking as long as I want. Then he coaxed the boat driver do some extra rounds and some extra rocking motions. Was quite fun actually. Reached solid ground finally. JD cried his hungry cry, off we went to the resort eatery. Had some delicious lunch and wine.
Went back to the main beach where there was an exquisite snack shop right at the end of the beach. Had a chocolate mocha, sandwiches, mousse etc etc. Went to the earlier noted Wine shop. Got some wine a Red brand called Port wine. Got a room, drunk some wine JD cried his sleepy cry and we went to sleep.

 

End of Day 1