This is just a notice to the three or four esteemed readers of my blog.

I've decided to try out Wordpress on the advice of Koshal. Damn, it's good. So am gonna be blogging there.

Today was a bad day from the start. I woke up at 10, that is bad.

I usually wake up at 12 or 1, after listening to music, surfing the internet, worry about Afro dude and White bitch who apparently have a 'primary' conflict, eat, do the poopoo and other equally distasteful activities, it's already 5. Knowing the fact that sunset is around the corner, I spend a couple of hours, reading the newspaper, feeding mango pickle to the fish in my brother's aquarium, I get ready to face the night. So around 7:30, I get my second bath of the day, discuss the finer points of my brother's undecided career, basically includes, '... No man, you are too young to make the correct decisions, big brother knows best', with a very smug expression, '... Appa, he should totally go to 17 tuition classes and make sure that his entire day is spent in the company of the Accounts, Statistics and other equally boring subjects'. At 9:30 sharp, everyday, Sundeep calls me to give him company to Xerox the textbooks, pick up dvds, meet a Nobel laureate, et cetera if his parents happen to be near the phone, or just dum if they aren't. It's already around 10:30 ~ 11 when am back home and next few hours are spent in watching sitcoms, movies, TV, and anything random till 2 or 3, and finally sleep.

Today was supposed to be spent 'high'. That did not happen.

We, me and George, were pulled over by a cop at Mylapore. The only good thing was, we planned to do some vodka shots and then get some ice cream, somehow surprisingly, we decided to eat ice cream and not do the shots today, which is probably why we got pulled over. The 'sergeant', the name is because he was wearing cleaner clothes and was resting his sorry butt on a bike, was very 'honest' with us and wrote out a ticket and charged us a spot fine of Rs.100, which is somehow supposed to make George drive safely from then on, quite pointless really.


The ticket was written out to a Nlikh Tholole Goone. George, in utter remorse for having broken the law, attested to the fact that he had indeed committed a grave travesty by taking a U-turn along with 10 other vehicles, after the other policeman asked us to take the turn, and having been the only idiot to have stopped, while everyone else took off leaving the sergeant muttering, '...kandippa case thaan ...'.

But in the end, there was in fact one offense which seemed very relevant to us,

I've decided to rename my blog, the previous name was not very symbolic of the content, it was just an expression of exasperation with the world and a very good motto to live by.

I'm purandhu & valarndhu in a not-so-orthodox Tambram family in Chennai, and since my opinions are heavily influenced by the vettha kuzhambu, the mangaa at the beach, the corner dum shop, the not-so-sophisticated Old Monk at the Besant Nagar TASMAC, and the maamans of Chennai, 'The Madras Mail' seems rather apt.

I wanted to comment on my friend’s latest blog post, but realized that it would get very long in the comments section.

Firstly, ‘God’ is concept that was invented to maintain order in society and was used as the answer for every question that was unanswerable by Man. So, this means that God changes over time, this is pretty evident. The Vatican has produced the ‘New 7 deadly Sins’, Hinduism, in its extreme birth as the RSS, is training people to be killing machines who deny alcohol but somehow feel that blood is a better fucking substitute and so forth.

I had an interesting conversation about a month ago, what if the present generation completely obliterated the idea of God, destroyed all references to God, and did not pass on the idea of God to the future generation. So, the future generation knows nothing about God. Is this better?

Religion was a way of living and lays down rules for a safe and healthy life. The religions Islam, Christianity and Judaism have the same lineage of God, it’s pretty obvious why. They were born in pretty much the same place. Moses received the 10 Commandments in Egypt and led the tribes to Israel, the Prophet formalized Islam in Mecca, and Jesus pretty much led most of his life in Galilee, Israel. So, it obviously follows that they follow very similar ideas. Newer religions are formed by certain sects of people who reject the religion of their fathers and decide that they would follow their own set of rules loosely based on the religion they were following. Rarely are religions completely lack of anything in common, unless they were separated geographically. They have their own rituals and festivals, which try to be different than the other religions, for the most obvious and important reason. They wanted to be identified as something different and ‘better’ than the existing religions, so it would make complete sense to have newer festivals and newer rituals. But the integral ideas are the same, respect humanity, eat healthy, stay healthy, and lead a ‘good’ life. The Prophet banned alcohol for a very good reason; he could see its effects in the desert, and the complete lack of control it brought about. Religion is very locally defined. For example, in Hinduism, every Veda has reference to the ‘Bharatavarsha’, the kingdom of Bharata, which is the subcontinent. So reciting the Vedas in the USA or Australia is seemingly pointless as it’s expected to be recited in India, and crossing the seas is considered to be a sin. The concept of Heaven and Hell is also very interesting; almost all the major religions have it. For example in Hinduism, the Karma theory says, ‘if you fuck up, you are fucked, irrespective of the saint you’ve been the rest of the time’. The ‘good’ doesn’t balance out with the ‘bad’; you get fucked for the ‘bad’ and get fed grapes by beautiful, naked virgins for the ‘good’. Gujarat does not allow the sale if liquor, because it is not allowed by Hinduism, supposedly. In the ManuSmriti (Manu is the Eastern version of Noah), it is very clearly said that only the Brahmins are not allowed to drink alcohol, the other CAN!!! And even if a Brahmin did drink alcohol, he would just rot in hell; it’s a personal choice really. But the fuckers there don’t seem to think so.

‘God is in the interpretation’, quite an ironic statement really. Lol. Every version of any religion we know is an interpretation of a ‘scholar’ who was purported to be the authority on it. Quite funny. For example, there is a show running on TV, Ramayan, Rama is decked out with half the gold that a small country would have as reserves. It would be impossible to wear so much of gold; it would weigh 100 fucking kilos. Every recording of the past is never completely literal, most of it is filled with figures of speech that are taken literally by the purported scholars and give a completely skewed view of the truth.

My point here, religion and God and blah blah are all good as long as it assures a peaceful existence to humanity and the environment. That is all that is required, I really don’t give a fuck about anything else.

5 words.

Malcolm McDowell is fucking insane.

For a review, read http://sunkster.blogspot.com/2006/06/clock-work-orange.html

Malcolm McDowell is still fucking insane.

Why business?

I’m reading a book, A Short History of Nearly Everything by Bill Bryson, I’ve gone through 10 pages, very interesting. The reason I’m mentioning this book is because it tries to explain the birth of the Universe, the concept of time, space and what would hopefully end in an attempt to explain the reason for ‘existence’. Man by nature is a selfish being, irrespective of what anyone might say. (Here ‘man’ includes both the sexes, I am not by any stretch of imagination a sexist) When the specie Homosapiens came to exist, (I do not want to deal with details that existed before the birth of the ‘intelligent man’, no doubt the evolutionary process helped in transforming a chimp or a gorilla into a being capable of reason), he must have been quite angry. For one, he couldn’t really ‘think’ unless he came up with a language to ‘think’, and to come up with something as complex as language, he definitely needed to ‘think’. I’m an Agnostic person; I really don’t know whether God exists, or even if he did, I couldn’t care less. But the fact that a lump of flesh and blood could come up with something so complex as language, respect, faith, and intelligence in a very short span of time makes me want to believe that God does exist.

Fast forward a few thousand years, now man could communicate in probably grunts and squeals, he figured out that he had to stick his ‘extra finger’ into dark places to make more of him (How Man became capable of that particular idea is something to think about), and figured out that food was required to stay alive, sabre-tooth tigers wouldn’t make good pets, et cetera. Most of what we learn is by observation, and it must have been the same story with Mr. & Mrs. Flintstone. ‘Business’ is just making sure that you stay alive at the cost of something else. There is never a detached occurrence in the Universe, everything is bound inextricably with everything else, and so for Man to stay alive, he had to make sure that anything that was a danger to his existence had to be obliterated. The concept of business possibly had its roots in the basic human feelings of gratitude and respect. There can be no one point in history that can be labelled as the birth of the idea of ‘business’. It arose out of the creation of certain very basic tendencies in Man. Sustenance was of paramount importance. If by a twist of fate, one Mr. X decided to kill a dinosaur that was about to kill Mr. Y and did kill it, how would Mr. Y feel? This was probably when the idea of respect was born. And in fact, the root of most ideas is ‘power’. From power arises respect, and from respect comes faith, and so forth. Power was very apparent to Man in nature. He knew that when the earth shook or there were bright flashes of light from the sky, he had to run for cover. Knowledge is built on assumptions, and later the assumptions are verified and knowledge is adapted to the available truth and future knowledge is built on this. Knowledge is power, it isn’t just a bunch of words, and these words have their roots in centuries of existence of Man. For Man to gain ‘power’ over nature, he had to be able to protect himself against the furies of nature, and for that he required mastery over the elements that caused all the damage.

What I’m trying to say here is this, ‘business’ is just a concept that exemplifies the basic feelings in Man. For survival, Man required mastery over forces that were out to kill him, and clearly define a hierarchy of respect, so that power was concentrated and more power signified more respect. This is very interesting because this idea hasn’t changed for centuries. For a system of business to evolve from a very rudimentary barter system to a complex, electronic chaos that it is today is something truly remarkable.

The idea of ‘business’ still exists today, most importantly because it helps to maintain an order in society, an extremely unfair one in many ways. Power can be inherited, and that is probably why business has persisted for so long. Business or the amount of money each person has decides his societal status and his power over other less fortunate humans. As the gap between those who are privileged with power and those who aren’t keeps increasing, the objective of business is being defeated. Order, the sacred concept by which humans are bound together, is increasingly becoming more and more unstable. It will not be long before the unprivileged decide that it has gone far enough and revolt, and when that happens, the idea of business will still prevail, the only change being the redistribution of power. This was apparent in the Russian Revolution, the French Revolution, and various wars of independence that were fought all over the world.

‘Business’ was devised to make humanity prosper as a whole, by decreasing the communication gap, share resources, to co-exist peacefully, and reduce carnage and genocide by sharing ideas rather than crossing swords.

That idea, I sadly say, has completely failed.

I'm sprawled on my bed right now listening to 'The Way I Are', it's 0045hrs on the 13th of April, a small but very useful widget on the right hand side of my desktop affirms me of that fact. I bought a new laptop by the way, and am not over the 'wow' factor of having a laptop yet, it still kinda makes me feel special. Lolz. Life has sort of become very monotonous now, I've sort of settled into a routine. Wake up around 12, lounge around till the night, sleep by 3 or 4. I'll be going through this for about 2 more months, classes begin on the 14th of June, and I guess am leaving sometime early June, have to go and get the loan finalized. Am heading out to Kerala on the 17th, will be spending a very relaxing 12 days there.

The most discussed issue now seems to be over the verdict of the Supreme Court alloting 27% of the seats for OBC/SC/ST et cetera, am not really aware of what is going on, except what people are telling me. Being born into a Tamil Brahmin family, I, like so many of my other friends, strongly believe that a reservation of some sort is required. I think it's more of the being-socially-conscious bit that is coming into play here, if you condemn reservation and happen to be a rich 'General' category guy, you would be the mean son-of-a-bitch (or daughter, as applicable). On the other hand, as 'General' category person, who supports reservation, but knows that it will adversely affect him, he comes out smelling like roses. Okay, I know that am taking a very narrow view of the whole situation here, it's just that am quite irritated now, don't know why.

I've been thinking about this, everyone knows that a lion cannot be domesticated, it's in his nature to tear the guts out of other animals and feast on it. On the other hand, humans believe in second chances, a person who is born from a family of gangsters can still turn out to be a saint. Here, the Nature vs. Nurture argument works out different for humans, Nurture wins out. Weird?

The movie Before Sunrise would easily figure in my best-movies-ever list. There is a poem by a poet/tramp in the movie.

Daydream delusion, limousine eyelash
Oh baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet-cakes and milkshakes
I'm a delusion angel
I'm a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don't want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we're going
Lodged in life
Like branches in a river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current
I carry you
You'll carry me
That's how it could be
Don't you know me?
Don't you know me by now?

Umm ... I have no idea what it means, but it's great nonetheless.

I thought I'll make some lists.

Things to do

1. Clean up my bag, will discover the remains of a lizard that died in the Triassic era.
2. Clean my shoes, will discover the remains of a bug which made out with a lizard that was stupid enough to die in a bag.
3. Find out where I kept my ... err... Batman action figure. He can still fight crime you know.

1. Go to Brazil.
2. Meet Giselle Bundchen.
3. Bungee jump.
4. Drink absinthe.
5. Kick George W. Bush Jr. in his balls.
6. Dance.
7. Make shitloads of money, and spend it all.
8. Go to a specific hostel in Bratislava and check out the really cool human disemboweling apparatus.
9. Go to Amsterdam and figure out what the fuss is all about.
10. Drive a Koenigsegg CCXR.

1. Go eat dinner at Hot Chips and stop making stupid lists.

Reconciliation is a very difficult thing, especially when it involves familial problems.

I just finished watching a masterpiece of a movie by one G. Subramaniam a.k.a Mani Ratnam, Agni Natchatiram. For a movie that was released in 1988 (yes, I get all the facts from Wikipedia), it was far far ahead of its time. The bigamous father, feuding sons, helpless wives and mothers, a caught-between-her-father-and-her-brothers sister, the quite pointless but nonetheless beautiful starlets, and of course, the smooth talking son-of-a-bitch villain, a beautiful smorgasbord of talent which comes together to make a great movie, which it is.

If there was one thing that I miss from the tamil movies now is that the heroines look slutty rather than beautiful, the hero is still larger than life but c'mon, SJ Surya coupled with superman is not what I paid for, the storyline in most movies still suck, for example, Bheema, jeez, an excuse for a gangster movie, the music, Ilaiyaraaja is God, period, and finally, yes, I want more of meaning and less of masala.

I'm not trying to sound like a stuck-up ass who likes to watch only serious movies. Many people, atleast in the tamil film industry, seem to think that an artistic or a good movie means that it has to have the perennially grieving widow, the ever grumbling m-in-law, and the waiting to get revenge son. Crying and artistic sense are NOT the same. Oram po, another great movie is a perfect example, doubtless it had severe influences of Guy Ritchie, but the sheer audacity and the grip of the movie is simply what is lacking in most tamil movies of today.

As ever, Mani Ratnam is still God (yes, I believe in the multiplicity of God), and am just hoping that Nemichand and Hitesh Jhabak turn out to be as well.

This part of my life can be called, 'Happiness'.

But then again, I've been thinking, there has never really been too many times in my life that I've not been happy. A couple of incidents at school, one at college with the Disciplinary Committee, almost none at work, my life has been pretty smooth till now *touchwood !!! touchwood!!!*.

I've been selected to be a part of the Xavier Labour Relations Institute to be a part of their Personnel Management & Industrial Relations Programme. All I've been listening to for the past 2 days is, 'Congratulations Vicky, athu nalla college, nalla padichu nalla velaikku po'. My cousin told me, 'Dey, the programme will be a joke, have fun and haul your ass to the United States to have some more fun'. Whilst my friends settled for, 'Lavad***bal, otha, you are gonna f***kin pay for everything from now'.

Life ... quite an enigma ...

I wonder what quite causes the effect commonly referred to as 'high'. I know that it is a completely chemical process, where a little of my brain and a lot of Organic Chemistry work together with the so beautiful fermented stuff to produce a nice buzz, for most people, and a complete black-out, for me.

I'm actually more concerned about the reason for the specie Homo Sapiens to go through a completely controlled, self motivated pursuit of substance abuse that will cause the total breakdown of any moral character ending in quite disastrous consequences. One could explain it with Thermodynamics, entropy and such, but since I flunked in every single exam of Chemistry that I have ever written (except of course the 12th Std. Board Exams, in which I obtained a very respectable 68, after some very needed help from Sundeep on how to draw the structure of SiO2), I will not go down that path. I could alternatively try the 'rebel' factor, but again it seems like a weak argument knowing the fact that if anything is 'cool' the first time, it rarely is the tenth time. I could try the 'breaking-the-ice-to-start-a-conversation' bit, but most people I know don't stop at socially acceptable amounts (except Sundeep of course, cheers dude, you'll still have your liver when mine is inside a refrigerator), say for example George, who drinks what an entire White House party for 200 drinks, and ends up having more ethanol than blood in his 'blood-stream'. Alternatively, there is the 'Devdas-beard-paro-loewing-while-she's-getting-married-to-an-older-uglier-guy' bit, still seems quite weak, firstly because alcohol does not make you feel better, it f***ks the head up, hangovers are very bad, and frankly, I don't think Paro is going to leave a rich, fat, old guy who's about to die and has an inheritance that's the size of George's capacity for alcohol for a beard toting alcoholic.

I'm not able to come up with any reasons.

Why this 'moral quandary' all of a sudden? One, I'm vetti. Two, I'm still vetti. Three, I want to know why am drinking?

PS. My stance on tobacco and marijuana will be up in a while.

March 21st, 2008
I am officially unemployed.

Yesterday happened to be my last day at one of the best places to work in on the planet, Ericsson India Pvt. Ltd., Gopalapuram Office. After spending the last 10 months there, reading the news for 4 hours, reviewing movies, sandwiches at 11, lunches at the Copper Chimney, Kabul, cell phone towers, BTS-s, MSC-s, BSC-s, SAP Project Builder, invoicing, et cetera, today I find myself at home feeling that something inside me has actually died. I'll miss that place, the nicest people I've ever met, who put up with all the shit I did and made me feel at home. Thank you Ericsson, I don't think I can ever work anywhere else again.

I had a discussion with my cousin yesterday on my future plans, he's a historian by the way. He told me to look at life as if it were a prison and not the free world as we think of it. Rather, a prison where we get snatches of freedom, certain times when there are inmates who we can talk to, and about how man is never free and so forth. Yeah, that f***ed me up.

Right now, the only thing that I want to do is to travel the world, and open a restaurant/bar. Nothing else seems important to me. I need money for all that, that's why am into this whole MBA scenario.

Now that am 'retired', I plan on getting myself a pipe, books by Kant and Friedrich Nietzsche, a recliner, a humidor full of Cuban cigars and some very fine Scotch Whisky.

Ahh... life ...

The names in this post have been changed to protect the identity of the person/s involved.

The story revolves around one person, let's call him Mr.V. Mr.V apparently has a huge problem. He learnt to drink with one Mr.G, who gulps his drinks neat rather than sip like say, Mr.S.

That aside, Mr.V and Mr.G were invited to a party by Mr.S at 10 Downing Street. (No, Mr.S does not know the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, that used to be a classy watering hole, until Mr.V got done with it, after which it ceased to be)

The party had begun by the time Mr.V and Mr.G got there, and I must describe the situation here. It was a small room, low-ceilinged, and was filled with about 20 people. Mr.V had his priorities right and headed straight for the alcohol. One more thing, the jackass that Mr.V is, he came to the party on an empty stomach, and was drinking whisky neat, and since Mr.G also was doing the same thing, he thought he was fine. But what Mr.V did not realize was, is that Mr.G had his head made of f***ing titanium that simply took obscenely large quantities of alcohol and still allowed him to stay sane. But this was not the case with Mr.V. On a normal day, after eating some food, Mr.V could have taken about 5 drinks, gotten high, and returned to normalcy in about half an hour. But no, Mr.V had something close to 7 drinks, that transalates to half a liter of whisky, neat, in a span of one hour, in a low-ceilinged room, with blasting music and complete lack of oxygen.

All was fine till the 7th drink. Now the story proceeds with the recollections of Mr.S and Mr.G as Mr.V was temporarily out of action.

Mr.V passed out, on a table, where two girls, the names are irrelevant, had their drinks. After that Mr.V threw up. Then he had to carried to the car by 6 people, he is pretty heavy apparently, and deposited rather discourteously into the car. Then Mr.S got himself and everyone else banned from the pub due to the antics of Mr.V. Mr.G dragged Mr.V to his house and took the services of one Mr.K to kick Mr.V's ass. After about two hours, Mr.V was tucked up in bed, smelling like a pig, and wearing clothes he doesn't remember changing into.

By the time Mr.V woke up the next day, everyone who lived above the Equator, including one Mr.Ko and Mr.Ar, who live in the United States of America, knew in intricate detail on what happened that night, except of course, Mr.V.

And now, Mr.SJ is making fun of Mr.V, this is the last nail in the coffin.

F*** you Gordon Brown !!!!

In political theory, Democracy describes a small number of related forms of government and also a political philosophy. A common feature of democracy as currently understood and practiced is competitive elections. Competitive elections are usually seen to require freedom of speech, freedom of the press, and some degree of rule of law.

That is democracy, and we have the Democratic People's Republic of Korea a.k.a North Korea.

I saw a very disturbing documentary on National Geographic yesterday in which, a person smuggled a camera into North Korea and secretly taped the atrocities that were part of an everyday occurence there. Apparently, the 'Great Leader', Kim jong Il, is a totally retarded bastard. The people there live in mortal fear of the Great Leader and are continually required to 'worship' and bow down to a puny, bespectacled and a quite crazy son-of-a-bitch.

This Great Leader had a greater and a more glorious father, Kim Il-sung a.k.a the Eternal President.

(L-R) Kim Jong Il with the bastard who sired him, Kim Il-sung

Together, the bastard son and the bastard-er father managed to completely destroy a country and its people, while they remained the single largest consumer of Hennessey cognac, own a fleet of 7000 Mercedes Benzes, a 20,000 videotape collection, 17 palaces, and built a concentration camp called CAMP 22, which is as large as Washington D.C, with 50,000 or more prisoners. The fact that this fool also has Nuclear Weapons is very unsettling.

I don't want to write more on the Great Leader, but I still do have one letter to write.

Dear Mr. Bush,

In spite of the fact that you are a mentally deranged baboon with a 5 nanometer wide brain, I have this one request to make.

Leave the Iraqis, Iranians, Afghans, and the people of other countries you are planning to decimate, alone. Listen to reason and logic, even if you do not posses the faculty to understand both, and kindly bomb the living hell out of the Great Leader of the Democratic People's Republic of Korea. It would really help in making the world a safer place to live in.

Yours sincerely.

PS. North Korea is a state in East Asia in the northern half of the Korean Peninsula, NOT in the Middle-East.

I saw this on a t-shirt a few months back, makes lotta sense.

I spent the last 2 days in Bombay and they could be classifed as some of the msot fun days I had in my life. Include, playing basketball in a bar, doing shots like crazy, driving on the beach at 4 in the morning in a souped up Honda City, eating at a restaurant that served food in tree-houses, browsed through a mall that had a Rolls Royce showroom, getting 'blessed' by an eunuch at Bandra, seeing a sculpture - 'A child gives birth to a mother', and managing to attend an interview in the middle of all of this.

VG wrote about his orkut fortune the other day.

Today, mine reads,

'You have an unusual equipment for success, use it properly'

Hmmm ...

Okay, it's 12 in the afternoon and am at work. I was googling the name of the people I know. Yes, I get paid. My name didn't turn up much, except my blog, and an link on wikimapia that said 'hai this is vikku visit me'.

Then I tried 'Koshal thirumalai'. There was a link to his now defunct blog, http://kosh.squarespace.com/ . Very interesting. He had a lot of pictures up too, school stuff, damn he was vetti, he actually scanned all those pics and uploaded them on an ancient dial-up internet connection.
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Life has become a monotonous cycle. I can see myself decaying with each passing day.

Life sucks.

"Hi, I'm Vignesh, 20 years old, have a degree in Mathematics, interested in doing an MBA ..."

"Why do you want to do an MBA ?"

"Because I wanna get rich you stupid, old f**k"

I have an interview this Saturday in Bombay. Apparently, since I'm not a son-of-the-soil, I stand a very good chance of getting killed.

1700 hrs
"Machaan, my toe is badly hurt, just came back from Pallava after cleaning the wound and dressing it. Okay, we'll go meet Mr.Bhai, do our bit for 'warming the globe'. Why don't we go watch a movie?"

1800 hrs
"Wat velai? Will convince my parents that am fine, call up that f***er George and ask him whether he is coming."

2100 hrs
"Come down ass"

2134 hrs
"Sir, you have exactly 26 minutes left for 'witnessing' the movie, National Treasure - The Book of Secrets. Kindly check your tickets sir. 3 tickets, for the 10pm show, Row no.E, Sathyam theater"

"Eh?"

Sundeep messed around with that guy for a while, and I was laughing my ass off, and George, who is night-blind, was 'trying' to park the car.

2200 hrs
"... prince jewellery .... saravana stores ... shreya .... prince jewellery (again) ... *silence*"

We were sitting in the 'Elite' class, 120 bucks.

"... a Jerry Bruckheimer production ..."

2 hours of totally absurd ideas being acted out by an even absurder band of actors, who are all in the pursuit of the 'lost city of gold'. The only saving grace was Diane Kruger, who in one scene, hinted that she might 'fornicate' with someone, that did not happen, and ended as an awkward kiss with a 'White house aide' who looked like he'd been run over by a truck after she was done. I don't blame him though.

0030 hrs
The female in the seat front of us wore her shirt after being intensely groped by the guy sitting next to her throughout the movie

0045 hrs
"... 3 rajas and a Zippo ..."

0130 hrs
Back home

An evening well spent.

It's been quite a while since I left the blogging scene, four months actually, and these months have been quite eventful I might add, from a very questionably gay friend of mine who gets drunk on what can only be referred to as 'engine-oil', to the arrival of Yankee Bitch No.1, Koshal P Thirumalai, to a rather brave trip to Goa in an Alto, which deserves a separate post to itself, to my birthday to the arrival of Yankee Bitch No.2, Arvind Venkatraman, to New Year's and RC, to MBA Examinations, to the interviews and finally, to the highly vetti afternoon yesterday.

Life is getting interesting. Work is actually causing most of my brain cells to die. I keep staring at the monitor for 9 hours straight reading news and what-not, oh did I mention, I actually get paid to do all this. It should get interesting in a few weeks, people have gotten wind of the fact that there is a guy who gets paid to log on to reddit.com everyday. But I doubt it would make too much of a difference, since what most of them are doing can't be quite termed as 'productive'.

I came back yesterday after spending a day at Kumbakonam, a small town in Central Tamil Nadu. My parents figured that it would be a good idea to go and say 'Wazzup!!!' to Mr. Murugan at Swamimalai (who happens to be my 'kuladaivam', transalates to God of our Clan, I think) and perform a rather dubious activity of bribing him (archanai) with a couple of old bananas and a very questionable coconut and pray for the general welfare of all mankind. My good friend wrote a post, 'Karma's a B***H', a few days back, and that's when I started thinking about what my idea of 'God' was. It would definitely not be the androgynous, smirking God my friend seems to believe. The concept of 'God' as a person still seems kinda messed up for me.

'God', in this post, henceforth refers to the idol in the temple, unless told otherwise. This does not in any way explain my position on idolatry, a discussion which I have no intention of getting into. When I was in Kumbakonam, I went to about 6 temples, and started thinking. Here is a God, who is sitting on real estate that would be worth millions in Chennai (these temples are f***ing huge, trust me), adorned with jewels that will be worth some more millions, collecting donations and offerings (add a couple more millions), and people seem to think that their paltry coconuts and bananas will be enough to convince God to listen to their prayers. Okay, maybe God is not concerned about the 'value' per se, but actually the 'conviction' in the prayer. This again leads to questions like, a poor man who is dying will probably have a very high 'conviction quotient' in praying for money and he most probably will not get rich. It can be argued that he is a sinner and all his past sins, which were accumulated in the 'Bank of Sins & Punniyams', work against him and he is destined to lead a pretty f***ed life. This whole concept of Karma escapes me and I wouldn't want to get into a further discussion on that either.

I don't think am any closer to answering the question 'Who is God to me?', but I did check out some amazing works of architecture that are still standing after 1500 years (while the constructions by our college-educated civil engineers break apart after 5), had some very good filter-kaapi, ate at a place called 'Maami's Mess', which makes the best dosas I've have ever eaten, and made my parents happy by accompanying them to all these temples.