the subconscious

A Brief Sunshine

2012-01-24T06:59:00.000-08:00

People were around me

but, I was on my own.

The rain and the cold

Wouldn’t leave me alone.

I was tired of seeing myself

so cold and so quiet.

I wished for different weather,

for sunrise at sunset.

But then the sun decided to do,

a silly and unexpected thing;

It rose up one last time and shone

like a diamond on a ring.

This lasted for a few seconds

But, to me, it felt like a year

The sun’s warmth on my cold skin

and my smile from ear to ear.

But of course, it had to go

It was a brief sunshine.

It only comes when you need it most

Not when all’s well and fine.

After that night suddenly

The rain and cold went away.

A new constant sun, it seemed,

Was now here to stay.

I should have been relieved,

Most would have been happy

But, this new constant sun

Just didn’t do it for me!

And so I find myself

Waiting for cold, dreary rain

Just so that I can see

A brief sunshine again!

You and Your Song

2010-08-13T22:58:00.000-07:00

You came-you came
Guitar-in-hand,
All alone
No need for the band.

Just you and me,
juxt-a-posed.
"This one's for you",
my spirits rose.

You sang-you sang,
straight to my heart.
Thought I loved you
right from the start.

But song-in-heart,
I wasn't me.
Back then I thought
It was you, you see?

Now I know, and
I apologise.
It was never you, yes
I realise.

The one I loved
all-along............
wasn't you, 'twas
Your Stupid Song.

The Tao of Harry Potter

2009-11-19T13:04:00.001-08:00

Two highly misunderstood 'ways of living'...Tao and Harry Potter. Yes, I did just call Harry Potter a 'way of living'.
I had once read somewhere "People who write fantasies are not 'authors with fans' but leaders recruiting citizens for an alternate way of living". I liked that. It explains why I can't get myself to read any other fantasy, because I have been 'recruited'. In the same way that someone can't wholeheartedly be the citizen of two places the same time. I can't believe in more than one fantasy at a time.

This is not a post where I'm going to list spells and characters that have been mentioned once on page number blah-hundred-and-blahtyblah and show off my Harry Potter trivia...we have many other places for that. I will tell you what Harry Potter has taught me about people and their personalities. It is amazing how much insight JKR has into the human mind.

Here are my analyses of some of the characters:

Dumbledore:

I start with my favourite. Highly intelligent and sensitive. Grew up in a family that was looked down upon by the rest. Did that, in some way, spark the need to do good? the need to strive for 'the greater good'? In his case, the reason was on some level, selfish (unlike Hermione, but we'll come to that later). However, he didn't want to prove it to the world, but to himself .

Whatever the reason, good is good. It is people like him that take the world forward (thankfully, we have some even in 'our' world). Striving for the benefit of the larger picture, not being interested in getting accolades, the world is cruel to such people. If you want to do the world any good, it resists, like a spoilt teenager. But Dumbledore did his bit, against all odds.

Wise beyond his years, even if he was 150 years old. ;)

Harry Potter:

Funnily, a lot of people don't like him even though he is the main character. Because, he is the classic cliche of a hero : selfless, brave, generous, in short 'heroic'. And he makes it look too easy, almost...lucky! But unlike those cliches, he is like that for a reason. Because he has nothing to lose.

Since childhood he has seen the worst situations and has never had anyone care about him. So he values his dear ones above anything else. But the irony is that he would rather have 'not had' a tragic childhood than gotten to be a hero later. And it is this very ordinary sentiment of his that makes him a more believable hero.

Ronald Weasley:

The boy brought up in a big family. Full of competition. He is always under the pressure of having to better someone or the other. This makes him capable of jealousy and insecurity. He gets jealous of the fact that Harry has all the attention. Harry too, is jealous of him for having so many people to care about him. And I think this evens things out and makes it easier for them to be friends. Also, they have been through a lot together. Nothing can create friendships like a common predicament.

Hermione Granger:

The first thing you will notice about her is that she is brilliant, studious, etc. But there is a lot more to her. She is truly courageous. In a way, more than Harry. Because, she has something to lose, unlike him.

She is very profound and wise. Sounds a lot like Dumbledore, doesn't she? What puts her apart is that her 'doing-good' has more emotional beginnings, than cranial. She genuinely wants good, But not always 'the greater good'.(depends on what is greater to YOU, really).

To her, getting the helpless house-elves to support themselves is a more pressing cause than the betterment of an already self-sufficient wizarding-world. And that is because she is secure. Only secure people can truly dedicate their lives to the weaker.

Well that puts an end to my ponderings (potterings?).

Do let me know what you think :)

Ant-agonism

2009-04-03T10:49:00.000-07:00

When I was around 9 years old, I first heard the word "antagonism". I thought it was"ant agonism" (like....agonising ants) with the kind of cocksure logic you have at that age. It gave me a mixture of guilt and relief. Guilt: because I remembered how I used to torture ants when I was younger. Relief: because the act was common enough to own a name. But of course, I was wrong!
But wait.....was I?
The dictionary definition of antagonism is "active hostility"(trust the dic. to explain one hard word with another....it's like they want you to keep flipping the pages) or what I understand as "the ways in which hatred manifests itself".
Well, I used to torture ants whenever I was angry with someone and couldn't show it to them directly. Today, when two religious sects or powerful bodies are at war....Instead of torturing the ones they really have a problem with they torture the ant-like helpless ones.
Why?
Because they can!
Why did I torture ants when I was a kid? Because I was angry with that big, scary girl who pinched me(who I couldn't pinch back). Because they were easy targets (they didn't walk aroud with bodyguards). They were amply available. And, after you torture them....they just go back to work....because they can't do anything to you! Similar is the case of terrorism....If two religious heads, political parties, terrorist groups have a problem with one another they kill the common man who has nothing to do with any of this. Because it's too difficult for them to kill their real adversaries. Because their adversaries are prepared for them (they know how your dirty brain works, they have one too!) But those helpless people on the road....they don't have a clue!
The funny thing in all of this is, some of these "antagonists" might cringe if I tell them about torturing ants....it is probably forbiddened by their beloved religion.

Hmmmm.....the lesser evil?

Poems by my brother.

2009-03-07T00:57:00.000-08:00

I'm going to play the doting sister and post some poems written by my kid brother. Any positive comments are welcome. Any non-positive ones will have to face the wrath of a loving sister.

1)The Lion, The Duck, and The Seal

Here he is, the lion king.
He is always drowsy, but likes to sing.
He is handsome and also very fearsome
He lives in the jungle
It is his kingdom.

Our meal was Mr. Duck,
by eating him, the lion got boosted.
But before being eaten,
the duck got roasted
So 'thanks' to Mr Duck,
who made our meal so tasty.
I bet that without him
it would have been very nasty.

It is also very true
That Mr Seal, also formed a part of our meal.
He is always the early bird,
and we love him with curd.

Both these meals are very yummy
and also they never cry for mummy.

2)Roses abloom

Roses abloom,
don't have a single note of gloom.
They grow in your garden
and also on the window-grills of your room.

Roses abloom,
have a charm of life.
They do not lose this charm
even if they are chopped with a knife.

They are sold on the roads,
also in gardens with toads.
There is never a match for their scent
and even so precious, there is no need for rent.

Same Difference

2009-02-25T05:46:00.000-08:00

"Yeh local sabhi sthanakon par rukegi..."
"Idhar aa..Mat phenk na pagal!". The woman hits her son on the head with a worn hand and a look to match it. The boy looks like he doesn't care. He continues throwing the clip in the air and catching it. He has a runny nose and his face is dirty. But his bright eyes reflect a jolly soul inside. His mom, the clip-seller, sighs and continues going from one lady to another, showing them her clips. The women take the basket on their lap, pick a clip
"Kitna?"
"6 rupees only madam"
Click-openpurse-pay.
Justanother-ordinary-day.
Wait...the son breaks the clip. "Arre pagal!"She hits him, this time harder. Boy looks sad. An on-looking lady turns up her nose. "Beating her son up in public for a 6 Rs. clip. These uneducated women!" She is travelling with her daughter. 17-18 years old, pretty girl. Rich people. They live in Breach Candy.They travel by train to reach faster. Mumbai traffic!They have a Doctor's appointment at 5. Have to check their teeth at least once in six months.
A female TC comes in. Clip-seller lady is thrown out for ticketless travel.

Breach Candy:
"Beta, how was college today?"
"Good, Ma"
"But I lost my Ipod."Mom's hand itches to hit her.
" 16,000 Rs. down the drain."
But she can't hit....educated women! So, silent treatment for one week. Girl looks sad.
Bell rings. "Ma'am we have to conduct a tax raid."
Mom starts crying.The daughter makes frantic calls to her dad.

Poor People-Rich People
6 Rs-16,000 Rs
Same Difference
Hitting-Silent Treatment
Ticketless Travel-Tax Raid
Same Difference

A Letter To The One On My Window-Sill

2009-02-11T06:31:00.000-08:00

(Not so) dear one on my window-sill,

This letter is highly overdue. I just can’t keep it all in anymore. I just have to say it; I hate you. I’m sorry if you feel bad. But, it’s true. I felt bad too, in the beginning. I even tried to find reasons not to hate you by running a search on google with keywords like ‘use of pigeons’ but, the results all had ‘what is the use of pigeons’ or ‘there is no use of pigeons’ so, I guess I’m not the only one.

You might be wondering “what did I do to earn your hatred?” with that sickening innocent look of yours. (there, you’re giving it to me right now! I’d better look away before I puke on my keyboard.)

Here’s why…

‘Coz you’re on my window sill!! (duh)
You’re grey in color. Grey just reminds me of dirt. You might say that you can’t help your color. But, I’ll tell you what you CAN help. You can help by not flashing it around all the time. Go into hiding, hibernate (NOT in my balcony) just go away.
You make that gulping sound like you have something to say but can’t. Just go ahead and say it, whatever it is…I don’t care!
First you enter through a tiny opening in the window, squeeeeeze in, so self-satisfied ( “Yay! I got in! now I can shit all over….weeeee….mama will be so proud!!”) But when it is time to leave you forget all about the window and bang against it 4 times till you realize you can’t go through. And then you flutter around helplessly! Flut-flut-flut-flut (at 4 fluts per second). And I have to let you out. First, you make me hate you,

Then you make me help you.

You lay eggs in other beings’ nests…for example…ummmm….lemme see….MY HOUSE!
And last and definitely one of the least…you think everyone’s head is a public loo…and you don’t even pay…you just pee. Maybe that’s why they call you pigeons…’coz you pee on gens!

Yours truly,

Your favourite victim.

P.S. I hate you.

The One

2009-01-09T10:37:00.000-08:00

(my attempt at a mushy poem.....musht read!)

He is the one

who is tall and nice

He is the one

with piercing eyes.

Curly hair

adorns his head

and those piercing eyes

have I already said?

He is the one who

helped me through

my stupid little fights

as I grew.

But now he has gone

to a far away land.

Carried away

like desert sand.

He does give me

that ocassional call

Is that supposed to be enough?

it is'nt at all!

But I will wait

like the famine for the rain.

I will wait

and endure the pain.

I dream of the one

who may he be?

He is the one

the one for me!

The Year That Was

2008-12-31T02:29:00.000-08:00

Somebody asked me yesterday, "how much would you rate this year, on a scale of 10?"
I said, "Not just 2008, I'd give any year a 10 because, if not for that year, I'd be a year behind...
A year behind in terms of experience
A year behind in terms of age
A year behind the forthcoming year."
That somebody said, "You could have just said 10!" and walked away. Ah well!

More specifically, 2008 was a year of transition for me. I went from being a 'big fish in a small pond' to a 'small fish in a big pond'. I like the big pond better, there is a lot more to learn. And even though it is big, it has no room for complacency.

In this pond, I met some amazing fellow-fish.

Around October, our robotics group came together to make a photoroller which didn't roll. But, we learned a lot, or so I like to think.
I also started blogging this year.

This year, I learned the most valuable lesson of all:
" how little I know,
and how far I have to go."
Knowing this makes me eager and happy.

So, armed with the learnings of the year(s) gone by, I face the coming year....
Anticipating....
But, it's going to be another 10/10. So, what do I have to worry about? ;-)

High Five

2008-12-18T02:57:00.000-08:00

Here’s a top-five list of various things in my life. And if you’re thinking,” Why do I want to know this?” See an X at the top right of the screen? ...use it.
This generally changes every few months but, I have nothing else to do right now, so here goes:
BOOKS:
1. The Curious Incident of the Dog –Mark Haddon.

The language used is simple. The writer writes as a 15 year old boy suffering from ‘Asperger syndrome’, big words, I know. That’s what you’ll get if you go to Wikipedia. But the book is very funny. The boy is, in some ways, a kid; in some ways, very grown up. Must read.

2. The Godfather- Mario Puzo.

It influenced me like no book ever has. If you haven’t read, go, now! Nuff said.

3. The Anne series- Lucy Maud Montgomery.

About an imaginative girl brought up on P.E.I. in Canada. I have read and reread and rereread.

4. Roald Dahl.

Charlie and the chocolate factory, Matilda are my favourites. Different writing style, this guy has. Funny sometimes, even obnoxious. But whatever, I like.

5. Eat, Pray, Love- Elizabeth Gilbert.

About a just-divorced woman and her path to find happiness again. It’s not preachy. It doesn’t talk only about ‘feelings’. Again, a funny book.

MOVIES:

1. One flew over the cuckoo’s nest:

Jack Nicholson Jack Nicholson Jack Nicholson Jack Nicholson.
And a great movie too.

2. Amelie:

I run around telling everyone to watch this movie. So I thought it would be easier if I just mentioned it on our blog. About a girl, who is just different from the rest. And how she thinks she can change the world by altering little things in the lives of people around her. P.S. it’s French.

3. The memoirs of a Geisha:

Great acting. Great story. Great eye-candy.

4. The Pursuit of Happyness:

Touching tale. Great acting by Thandie Newton.

5. Dor.

Ayesha Takia can act!! Yay!! Gul Panag always could.

MUSIC:

1. Soothsayer- Buckethead.
Teun teun teun te un teun tu-de-deun teun teeun de teuuun teu tudedeun.

2. Sweet Home, Alabama- Lynyrd Skynyrd.
Sweeeet Hooome Aaalabaamah!....teun deun deun deun du teun

3. Bohemian Rhapsody- Queen.
The last rock bit. I can’t do teun teun here. Believe me, I tried.
MagnificO-o-O.

4. Sultans of swing- Dire straits.
We’re the suhltans the suuuhltans oof swing teun-de-teun!

5. Light my fire-The Doors
C’mon baybeh light mah fahhyur
C’mon baybeh light mah fahhyur

This post clearly proves 2 things:
1. I’m bored
2. I’m nuts.
3. I can't stop writing list-like, now I've started.
4. eeeeeee somebody, make it stop!! I've croseed 2!!
5. please, pretty please?

aaahh....yes!

Reality(?) Shows

2008-12-11T05:32:00.000-08:00

-The new sensation that has gripped our nation.

All of us, at some point, have watched a reality show. No, don't tell me you haven't, because I-friggin-won't believe you. Unless you don't have a T.V./ live in Alaska (must say, you have good net connection)/ are the President(Good evening ma'am, thanks for visiting my blog!).
So, these so-called reality shows. I'm not here to judge them, even worse, I'm here to analyse them. These shows are supposed to contain 'real people' right? How come SO much stuff happens when 5* 'real people' are put together in a box? I have lived with more than 5 'real people', how come my life is boring-as-heaven? Either it just happens-to-be that they choose people who jump at each others throats for every little thing(yeah right) OR they draft it(ooooohh...thats the one! thats the one!)
How? Here's my theory:
They pick 5 scapegoats, do eenie-mynie-mo and choose 2 scapiergoats.
These 2 will henceforth be the bad guys. Evil music plays when these guys are on screen.These are ones that will be hated by the audience. The audience won't vote for them, but by some miracle, they will stay on the show.

There will be 1 who will be so nice, you'll want to puke. All thats missing is a golden halo. He/she will also be good at whatever the show is about (if it is about anything). This one, is the favourite of the judges and the audience. Everyone is sure he/she will win, but even here, they want to surprise you, so this one WON'T WIN.

The remaining 2 will be fairly middle-of-the-road (with their own share of scandals, mind you.)
Pretty inconspicuous throughout the show but, one of these will win.

This is how I think they 'make' reality shows. I'm not against them, but please, don't call them 'reality shows'. Call them KKreality shows.

*5, here is a randomly chosen number. No numerologist was approached. I was inspired by my hand.

Family Matters!

2008-12-06T11:32:00.000-08:00

Yes, I've been in a punny mood for a while now, coming back to the topic, Family!
How important are these blood ties to us?
How far do they influence us?
I'd say, a lot!
How your family affects you depends a lot on your personality. Some people are headstrong, stubborn individuals who, in strict family environments, will end up becoming exactly the opposite of what their parents have in mind for them. The submissive, timid kinds will become exactly what their parents wanted but, will not have a mind of their own.
I've been lucky, as far as family is concerned. My parents are lenient and easy-going. But I am cautious and sensible, so we make for a perfect threesome.
The ways in which families influence individuals are many. For example, I have friends who think girls are intellectually inferior to guys, because they have grown up being reminded of that. Some think they will be a failure if they don't become a CEO, some think they will go to hell if they don't get into IIT. I had one friend, who was very dominating. This was an outcome of his being dominated over by his brothers during childhood. So, he thought it was only fair to do it to others.
Well, I have something to say to these all-important parents.
"Your job is to plant a seed and nurture it. Dont try to make a mango seed give you apples, it won't! It'll probably spend the rest of it's life trying to be an apple, and undoubtedly, fail!"
I know all this is easier said than done. Parenting is the most difficult job in the world. But when done well, nobody feels better, than the parents!

And I have nothing against apples. Jst thought I should make that clear. Don't want fruitsellers lining up with placards at my doorstep!

My Last Best Friend

2008-11-10T23:23:00.000-08:00

I was used to the whole "making new friends" thing. After having relocated thrice already, by the age of ten, it was no big deal. There was still a month for school to start. It seemed there were no kids around. Only a few local boys, but at that age, playing with boys was unthinkable. So, I used to spend the whole day swinging on the entrance gate of our bungalow and on the branches of the banyan tree outside.
It was the first time I was staying in a bungalow. It had a garden in the middle of the house, which I was really fascinated by. From the terrace, above you could peep into the garden. I had taken to reading in the garden. One day, I was reading my favorite Amar Chithra Katha and a ball fell into the garden, from the terrace. I looked up and saw a girl of about my age. She had an amiable face, with boy cut hair. She asked me to throw the ball back to her in Kannada. I hadn't mastered the language yet, but I threw the ball back to her. She said something else too, but I couldn't understand. She knew only broken English. She called me up to play with her. I was elated.
We finally didn't play ball at all. I was on, telling her my stories in English, she pretended like she understood and I did the same for her Kannada stories. I still remember the first conversation we had. She asked me, "You America America picture see?". I said no. It was a Kannada film. Which, I was made to see a lot many times in the following years. She lived in the small house that was built on my terrace.
That day onwards, we spent every waking hour with each other. It was amazing how we became such fast friends without a common language to speak in. We used to spend our days swinging on the said gate and banyan branches, together and giggling at and making fun of those local boys.
I had my own room in the house. This eventually became "our" house. We both together chose all the stuff for my room; the hammock by the window, the drawing board (for those endless teacher teacher games), the cooking set etc. etc.
School started sooner than I would have wanted it to. She was two years younger to me and in a different school. Still, we found time to play with each other. Her English started improving and so did my Kannada.
Her birthday parties were always a big deal. While I liked mine to be a small family affair, she used to like to invite all her friends. At these parties, I was always like a family member. I was involved more in the organization that in the ‘taking part’. I used to give her my gift at the end, when everyone had left.
One day, she came to me and told “We should give something to each other as a mark of our friendship”. I was amused. I thought it was something she might have seen in some film. In any case, I gave her a fake pearl necklace that I never really liked and she always liked. I could see the happiness in her face, “I’ll keep it forever”, she said. I don’t even remember what she gave me.
Three years passed by and our friendship grew. We had the usual fights: who gets to sit on the hammock first, who gets the cherry on the cake (literally), who gets to be Kajol when we enacted Ishq (the only Hindi movie I had seen in my three years there) and other such. But, in the end she used to always give in. I was too stubborn and selfish.
One day, her mom came home and had a chat with my mom. She looked solemn. Later, my mom told me that auntie was going to send her to the U.S. with some relatives. And that she would be living there from now on. When her mom told her about it, she was hurt. She asked me why her mom was sending her away “She doesn’t like me?” I told her that it was because she would have a better life there. “It will be just like America America”, I said. She smiled.
The day came for her to leave. I was standing at the gate sending her off, choosing not to go till the airport. She looked happy. But I knew that was just for her mom. She came to me and handed me the old pearl necklace and said “I know you always liked it, and you never believed in that ‘exchanging’ thing”. “I never liked it”, I wanted to say,” I do believe”. But I heard myself saying “I’ll keep it forever”.
She was my best friend. My last best friend. Pun intended.

Random Thoughts

2008-10-29T03:50:00.000-07:00

These are some things I've always wondered about/noticed:

1) You have to be a little bit of a cynic to call someone a cynic.

5) I read in one of my text books that velocity depends on time...I thought it was the other way around (the amount of time I take depends on the velocity at which I'm moving); what is time anyway? (not in the philosophical sense, please!)

3) Is it really a good thing to play 'hard to get'? People often advice me to,but, I, personally find it too,well, hard! And if you can make someone closer to you by playing 'hard to get', are they really close to 'you' or to the 'void you leave behind'? and do I even want such a person?

2) Is prejudice really a bad thing? Aren't we all a little prejudiced?
For eg., I like redheads.
This would pass off as a pure 'preference'.
But...I like whites.
All hell breaks loose!

4) Why is' excellence' always associated with 'talent'?
Grammy:best in music
Oscar:best in films
How about so many people who make our lives better by just being themselves?
They need not be a Beethoven or a Newton
I propose a 'You make our day' award, if you please.

How 'proto'typical!

2008-10-23T11:45:00.000-07:00

I look around me and I think, how many of the people I know are original? And I think...and I think....and I think....you get the point! We run most of our lives by ideals already set by ones before us. Where is all the rawness and uniqueness in the world? If you told me that any person I know today, is going to do something pathbreaking in the future, I would laugh, in your face.
All I see around me are prototypes.1) There are the I'm-too-busy-being-cool-to-give-a-damn types, 2)the who-am-I-to-question-the-set-rules-better-to-just-follow-them types,3)then there are the pseudo-intellectuals who are the I-act-like-I-care-but-otherwise-I'm-type-1-or-2.
Type 3's, I would like to add, seem to be growing in number at an alarming rate.
If all of us continue this way,there will be no 'new radical thoughts'. Just a bunch of self-satisfied prototypes thriving on pre-defined ideals.
But, why are we so out-of-touch with ourselves? Is it because we have no time to "stand and stare"?I it because of the humungous amount of time we spend in pointless entertainment(I, for one, spend an embarassing no. of hours in front of the T.V, and not just watching Discovery,mind you :P)?Or have we just become apathetic? Are we the generation, which just takes away from what has been left behind for us, but don't add anything.
One can very well argue that there are child prodigies, young scientists, and other 'exceptional' individuals to do that kind of stuff...But in what way have 'I' left the world a better place than when I entered it. How about 'you', the reader of this blog (if you're still there, that is)what have you done?
I know just writing about it wont change much (I hope I'm wrong,here)
But it's a start.

'P' reveals the poet within me

2008-10-14T10:19:00.000-07:00

Yeah he did...'P', here is not someone who pushed me to write poems or encouraged me to work on my writing skills...na aah!
What, then, did he?
to inspire me?
(he really has,
as you can clearly see)
Well, he just had to be himself...wait....this is too random...let me start at the beggining...
We were all sitting in the classroom(thought to self: how do all my stories start like this? self: coz ur a typical nerdo...oh yeah!)and this prof,(enter 'P')arguably the most boring in the college...enters and begins his discourse about water treatment and goop like that....and the boredom just gets to me...and ta da! im a poet...i write this:

Boredom
I sat on this bench
Bored all day,
First by C R....
Then ....ye,
Teachers come and teachers go
But what they are saying,
I do not know
They talk of electrons and water hardness,
While I sit here,
waiting for the recess.
Away and away,
my thoughts do roam.
Won't somebody read them
and lead me home?

Swell huh? never thought that guy would teach me anything useful!

agru rocks!!

2008-10-05T11:33:00.000-07:00

After joining engg, and having seen the pathetic state of the teachers (should I even call them that??)here...I appreciate more and more my 12th standard classes: Agrawals.I totally have to dedicate one portion of my blog to it. The teachers there were exceptional, each of them doing total justice to their subjects. I don't think I'll ever have such an intellectually stimulating environment again (too bad). It had been ages since I had met people of my frequency(I dont like saying wavelength, because it changes with the medium...frequency comes from within.)and I met them here. Here's a little about three of my favourites:
BABU SIR:
he taught us differentiation and l.p.p.
He would not only know the shortest and simplest way of solving the sums but also all the possible mistakes that we make.(And yeah, he had a heavy south indian accent, so some of the gujju kids were totally lost....he used to say'mother of first priciple' for 'method' my friend _____ Shah was baffled.)
SUNIL SIR:
He taught us vectors in such a way that I think I'll never forget.(I mean that in a good way)
And yeah, it also doesn't hurt that he called me brainy once(we all like to get our egos massaged once in a while).
PROF. GHOSH:
I saved the best for the last. I owe my love of physics to him. I remember each of his lectures scene-by-scene word-by-word. The class was in kind of a trance when he entered.All of us used to hang onto every word of his.He used to go out of syllabus sometimes(to the dismay of those"but sir, will this come in the exam?? sir, if it does not carry marks then leave it no!!" types....***** to them!)He taught us really cool stuff. I still go over his notes sometimes. He used to give us some thought-provoking questions for the next time...and he also gave us this one statement"if I want to, I could turn to ash right here, right now" and said he wouldn't explain any more. And I happened to come across the explanation to that a few months ago. All in all, he is one of those phenomenons that has impacted my life.
I could go on and on about agrus but, I have a maths test tommorow which I'll probably flunk. But, if I go now I might just pass. cya!!

my first blog

2008-10-04T01:44:00.000-07:00

why is my blog called that? you may wonder...well,its 'coz my conscious is not 'me' at all. It has been molded and adjusted to suit the world around. All the originality and the rebellion is in the subconscious.Which makes it more interesting and a better topic to blog about!!