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Archive for April, 2007
the indian broadband “revolution”
Apr 26th
Posted by SEV in staying.aside
given that this has happened, india is on the fast track in more than one field.
interestingly, it occurred to me first that we’ll probably rule in piracy too now. just a thought.
the powers that be
Apr 23rd
Posted by SEV in staying.creative
He looked about him in wide-eyed wonder. It was very unlike his normal environs; so unlike, that to use the term “different” would be very hackneyed, not to mention inadequate. He tried pinching himself to see if he was in a dream. He found he couldn’t. He didn’t feel the pinch at all. ‘That’s it, I am dreaming’, was his first thought. Succeeded very soon by the second one – ‘but it’s all so topsy turvy’. The object he stood on was a bright blue in colour, looked very liquidy, and yet he was standing on top of it.
It was interesting about this thing he was standing on. On first glance, it seemed almost… unstable. ‘I wonder..’, he thought, and bent down to look closer.
Seconds later, he was inside it. Turned out it was unstable, moreso on prodding. Oh well. He was all wet anyway.
And now, he was going deeper into it, without doing anything at all. Sinking. Like the feeling in the pit of his stomach, which told him he was in big trouble indeed.
Not a good start at all.
–
‘You really think this is the only way he can learn ?’
‘Learn ? He should be knowing by now.’
‘Given that he’s completely clueless about where he is, or what he’s doing.. that’s a tad redundant to say.’
‘He has powers, he knows it. And no better way of figuring it without having a use for it. He’s not going to get any epiphanies walking down the street the way he does. Piffle.’
‘Piffle to you too. You’re going to be the death of him.’
–
It was incidental that he was wet now. Given his current state, being wet was the least of his worries. There were bigger, larger problems at hand here. Such as how he was going to get back down onto the ground from 200 feet above it. It can be a bit of quandary. Especially when you have no idea how you got there in the first place. He had been inside this blue thing, which had first been below him… and now he was 200 feet above it. Pretty frustrating for someone who had been plonked down in this place out of nowhere. And had fallen through what he was standing within seconds of standing on it. And now… hadn’t he already thought about this ?
–
‘I told you.’
‘You said nothing. The poor thing has no clue.’
‘Watch.’
‘The next one, we do my way.’
–
Walking and running are apparently the wrong ways to get around in the air. The idea was to.. glide. He had no idea why these other… things flapped their ‘arms’ so. Pretty strange arms too. Way larger than his. He decided to glide closer to ‘down’. In that general direction, anyway. Point downwards. No. Lean downwards. Better. He was getting back down. It was no longer blue though. More like brown.
He smashed headfirst into the Earth.
–
‘I told you.’
‘Well, if he had to be stupid as to slam into bedrock, he deserves it.’
‘Oh, go play in traffic. Now, we do it my way.’
‘Which is ?’
–
Martha Kent had no idea what the sound had been. If she had known better, she would have called it a sonic boom caused by a UFO entering the Earth’s atmosphere. As it was, she had gone in the direction of the flames. And now she had a son.
Clark Joseph Kent.
–
‘I told you.’
‘What about the other guy ? He was invincible too.’
‘Other guy ? He was ?’
‘Uh-oh.’
Italicized passage Kanchan’s inception.
Thanks babe
Almost a muse, you are
a relative lack of updates..
Apr 22nd
Posted by SEV in staying.aside
..kinda sucks.
lara retired. brilliance has finally left the stadium.
that kinda sucks too.
its raining, its pouring
Apr 17th
Posted by SEV in staying.thoughts
overcast skies, clouds flit, a dampness tinges the air. i awoke in the morning to a dreary day. rain falling between heavy and a drizzle. it seemed fairly typical of new jersey. sunny in the morning, snow in the afternoon. warmth yesterday, heavy rain today.
incidental to all this, i reflected about how i’d commented that rain in the US was irritating. wet enough to dampen you, but not heavy enough to warrant a raincoat. i took off to my uncles’, the rain wasn’t so bad.
however, 7 hours later, when i left.. it had built itself up into a fury. quite the torrential rainstorm. i hit route 1, and it decided to peak for the day. or so i thought. ramming down on the windshield, visibility was at low enough that the car ahead was visible with a squint. and then, traffic.
so very much like back home. the rain pouring down, the traffic, horns, the snail pace of the snaking line.. and eventually you realise that you’re not going to move anytime today. an exit was nearby, and was taken,. a phone call later, i was winding my way back towards an alternate route. the spate increased. windshield wipers now on the highest setting, and yet, it never seemed as though the rain was out of your face.
i eventually did get home that night, with the rain pouring down. quite a few roads were falling prey to a growing film of water. the rain continued. listening to the patter, later that night, i was reminded of bombay. every year, the second week of june was a time when the monsoons would signal their onset with a drizzle, and then the 3-day pour. the first smell of the rain-soaked earth had been something unique to me when i first landed there in 1994. needing umbrellas and raincoats was very different from the desert of dubai. it came to be a permanent part of my psyche. the joy of walking in the rain, the fun of football in the downpour, splashing in the mud, getting drenched, loving it all. i’ve missed it for the last 3 years. last july was good, but the lack of rains did tell.
overnight, i was transported back to a time when we had stood under the barest of shelters in bombay, drinking masala chai. umbrellas were for wimps, after all. someone brought pakodas from the next stall, and that was bliss. then of course, a little further back, and the splashing in puddles. even further back, and remembering myself fall and scrape myself in the mud every day for a week. my mom had not been happy.
the monsoons were this unique phenomenon in bombay. you would await them eagerly in the peak of may, and then curse their existence when they would bring the city to a standstill by pouring down. NJ got a taste of that, with flooding in many parts from sunday’s downpour. the fact that the downpour was barely one-tenth of the average in bombay is something for another discussion. people went crazy, roads closed, college closed.. we all sat down and watched a movie.
and for a minute there, it was the chaos of home.
no time to stand and stare
Apr 9th
Posted by SEV in staying.aside
..no time at all.
the experiment on the virtuoso who was ignored at the dc station [from the freakonomics blog], as he played some of the most beautiful music composed – having heard Le Violon rouge, i know the brilliance of that artiste – on an instrument truly a work of art itself, proves one thing alone. in our running, our haste to find the next thing to do.. those few minutes at a subway station listening to those artistes.. could be an experience you may never be able to get. ever.
each time i’ve missed a train listening to the ’subway artistes’, whether in the UK or here, in new york.. i’ve never regretted it. the only thing i have regretted is the fact that i may never get to hear them again.
stop and listen. could it really be so hard ?




