tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-135881992024-03-14T04:33:29.912+05:30The SubterfugeHumour Heresy,
Reflex StimuliJainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430009666354639430noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13588199.post-45903180234028900592008-05-23T00:38:00.005+05:302008-05-23T01:03:09.902+05:30ChoiceMany boats sail away, with the tides they sway. Searching for shores afar, always near, yet so far. Almost there, but not quite where they wanted to be.Some boats stay on the shore, soak up the sun not wanting any more. Holes in the bases, quite beyond repair. Content in the placid unconformity, basking over the halcyon stretch of the sea. Left behind, of their own volition.I am a new boat, Jainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430009666354639430noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13588199.post-64487921446937377502008-02-14T21:39:00.003+05:302008-02-14T21:55:09.809+05:30Uma Thurman to star with Steroid MonkeyIn a shocking revelation it came to my knowledge that Uma Thurman is to star in a movie with Steroid Monkey as its male lead. The movie is to be directed by Vishal Bhardwaj, based on the life of the actress of yester years, Nadira. The monkey, which cannot act even if his life depended on it is rumored to be quite excited at the prospect of working with the lovely Uma. Fans of Miss Thurman came Jainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430009666354639430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13588199.post-8076013793720375542008-02-13T15:22:00.003+05:302008-02-13T15:32:45.631+05:30New Species Found New lizard species: A new lizard species has been found in Satara. Thelizard, Hemidactylus Sataraensis, can’t climb walls or stick toceilings.Sigh. Lucky fucking lizard. Its inability to do normal things in lizard-kind has made the front page news. I wish even my inabilities could be identified and documented with pomp and glee. They can even put me under observation, as long as they feed me Jainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430009666354639430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13588199.post-86110710778911592842008-02-12T23:52:00.000+05:302008-02-13T00:00:18.316+05:30They are leaving me behindThe tramp moves on to the end of the street I listen to the echo of his hobnail feet For some there’s a future to find But I think they’re leaving me behind. The world hurries on at it’s breakneck pace People fly by in their lifelong race For them there’s a future to find But I think they’re leaving me behind. The chances they come, but the chances have been lost Success can be gained, but at Jainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430009666354639430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13588199.post-39103133434738829382008-01-17T00:26:00.000+05:302008-01-17T00:30:04.191+05:30Kazuo Ishiguro: Importance of AcceptanceKazuo Ishiguro has been one of the most thought provoking authors to me. Today, I finished reading ‘An artist of the floating world’, my 4th novel by the writer. This work, as most of his other works, portrays and enunciates the thoughts and world view of the protagonist. The work moves forward in a given period of time, while progressively looking backwards, in no specific chronological order atJainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430009666354639430noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13588199.post-70367438675160616662007-11-11T12:17:00.000+05:302007-11-11T12:24:44.057+05:30Shooting The MoonEvery now and then I realize that I am a very difficult person. A person who no longer talks to me (there are many such) had said that I am not everyone’s cup of tea. It came as a surprise to me the moment she said so. I had assumed that I am one of the most amicable people I know, someone who tries to give space, is sensitive to difference of behavior, understanding, attitude and choices. How Jainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430009666354639430noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13588199.post-843078843366147442007-11-09T00:01:00.000+05:302007-11-09T00:03:59.353+05:30Morning WalkYou know what the right thing to do is. You know how to do that. You also have a faint idea how important it is to do it correctly, what you might lose, how you might get changed, forever. Yet you push. You don’t shove; you push gently, inch by inch, feeling by feeling. A strange madness overcomes reason. The reasons to push keep refreshing, intermingling, becoming one dark mass of Jainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430009666354639430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13588199.post-83819701511123512202007-11-06T22:51:00.000+05:302007-11-06T22:54:48.958+05:30Time has told me You are a rare rare find A troubled cure For a troubled mind Nick Drake I have been struggling with the idea of writing, with the notion of being a work mule, with the prospect of being nothing more than hot air. I have been wondering if being incorrigible, running away, disregarding my near ones is what I will always do.Jainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430009666354639430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13588199.post-5745291182956653882007-11-05T23:24:00.000+05:302007-11-05T23:34:06.080+05:30IntroductionAn unnamed character from my imagined work of fiction conversed with me “I don’t want to be a part of your impending novel” “Why is that so?” “I feel as if I already know what my lifes going to be like” “Isnt that a good feeling?” “Elsewhere, maybe. Coming from you, I would rather be dead” That’s when I decided to kill the fucker. But somehow, it felt as if the fucker had the last laugh.Jainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430009666354639430noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13588199.post-51560585127480110472007-06-28T23:05:00.000+05:302007-06-28T23:09:39.074+05:30Adult-Ness They say spotting patterns is human tendency, the brain searches for traces of the past images or signals in the present and matching them up, becomes happy. Something like a simple fool who appreciates the way he arranges a set of colored cubes in a particular bizarre sequence, even after reaching the age of adult-ness. The pattern I have been a witness and perpetrator to in the past one month,Jainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430009666354639430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13588199.post-90920728263384707692007-05-27T19:52:00.000+05:302007-11-09T00:17:23.678+05:30Bitchy RantThere’s a female in our batch, she used to be there in our college too. Which goes to show that I have known her somewhat since the last four years. In fact, if it can be called so, our ‘relationship’ goes deeper than just knowing each other. There’s a compelling, seething, writhing and complex emotional bond existing between us. I sincerely have no idea how it came to be, but I can safely say Jainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430009666354639430noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13588199.post-27496860345812025232007-05-16T22:00:00.001+05:302007-05-16T22:03:03.368+05:30"But Sir"In one of our interactive sessions today, which was about discussing various management related words and their definitions, I discovered that many of us are blessed with a catch-22 like capability. It is wasting our breath and filling the atmosphere with unnecessary sound waves upon subjects which have been largely undefined, impossible to define and will remain so even after all our efforts. NoJainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430009666354639430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13588199.post-12185377999658247772007-05-15T22:57:00.000+05:302007-05-15T23:00:59.926+05:30AwakeningNot many moons ago I decided, rather explained to myself that I don’t want to appear for the MBA entrance exams seriously this year as I want to take some responsibility, start working and stay at home for an year or two. That would give me the required break and a breather, time to consider my options and decide on a course of action. That would also ensure the surety of preparation I would put Jainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430009666354639430noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13588199.post-87355697974537655892007-05-09T13:26:00.000+05:302007-11-04T16:30:13.515+05:30importance of Shutting Your HoleAfter a recent incident I have been extremely careful in venting out my opinions to anyone about anything, anything as small as a new brand of chewing gum. Believing that everyone has their right of choice and way is a much more easier and peaceful way of going about life. It might have something to do with my obstinacy of not changing my own views and then arguing with the other person just for Jainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430009666354639430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13588199.post-37297789025164108152007-05-09T01:12:00.000+05:302007-05-09T01:16:03.754+05:30One Dialogue Wonders When it all depends on one scene, one line uttered with utter concentration and effort, face contorting in emotions never seen before, by a face never seen before, then you know what you are being witness to. It is a one dialogue wonder, those people in the movies who have only a small part to play, only one line to say and less than minute to make their mark. I wonder how much time they spend Jainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430009666354639430noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13588199.post-9692251984740517472007-05-07T23:14:00.000+05:302007-05-07T23:29:39.390+05:30To New Beginnings I have revamped and articulated your favorite blog (If you don’t read it or don’t care much about it then I really don’t give a rats ass) to make it more communicative of my inner feelings, thoughts and reveries. I have had this blog for the last 2 years, haven’t added much to it since the last year as I was drawn towards the slightly better yahoo blog (http://blog.360.yahoo.com/rexsjain), but Jainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430009666354639430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13588199.post-60428029629480748512007-04-25T19:30:00.000+05:302007-05-19T00:30:00.495+05:30Snakes & Ladders Me, I. You. Me & You. You & Me. We. Us. We are disappointed. You disappointed Me. I disappointed You. I have You. You have Me. We have Us. Disappointment is a feeling. Disappointment is a feeling We have in common. You had Me. I had You. We had Us. Disappointment is the only feeling We have in common. Disappointment is the feeling. You and Me are disappointed. You. Me, IJainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430009666354639430noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13588199.post-12285560842514761292007-03-25T03:18:00.000+05:302007-05-19T00:34:56.546+05:30What If?What if? Most of us are tempted to use these two words in situations of incomprehensible difficulties and cul-de-sacs. It’s as if merely thinking about the other set of possibilities, had we taken the other direction, the other path would somehow make things different. Maybe make the time spent less painful and the outcome less untoward. It is a good thing that the scenario remains a distant Jainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430009666354639430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13588199.post-78381480913866932382006-11-26T00:20:00.000+05:302007-05-19T00:23:18.278+05:30BlackThe can of paint was put on the floor. A square black patch denoting the color of paint inside. Against the wall on the rich mahogany table there lay a wooden palette with six colors, in different shades of grey and black. The room had been shorn of its other furniture, and looked naked. He had been sitting in a dark corner, gazing at the white wall in front. Hands on his sides, he crouched in Jainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430009666354639430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13588199.post-1144758617463662152006-04-11T17:57:00.001+05:302007-05-10T15:09:04.924+05:30Guidelines for becoming a Prof in Dept. of mining engg.Here are a few tips and basic requisites to join the department of Mining Engineering in NIT Rourkela. This manhole was established in the year 1979 and has ever since produced the best of leaders, politicians, cons, assholes, failures, and black soot covered frustrated-from-life-with-no-fault-of-their-own angels (basically anything apart from engineers). To be a part of those elite people, who Jainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430009666354639430noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13588199.post-1143666527481816812006-03-30T02:34:00.000+05:302007-05-19T00:15:45.380+05:30Which Language Do I Speak?Today as I was sitting in front of my comp, I was hit by divine knowledge, sort of a revelation, and the ultimate secret to life. Read on to know more. The question which glared at me from the screen was… which language do I speak? Now, I started thinking to myself (which happens quite often in these soul searching crusades), does it really matter which language I speak? I mean, what is a Jainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430009666354639430noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13588199.post-1138267257075983672006-01-26T14:50:00.000+05:302007-05-19T00:20:25.237+05:30The ParkThe sky was overcast with grey clouds. “Grey as my heart” thought James to himself. The park remained nearly empty this time of the year; monsoons drove people to the security of their homes. It was a beautiful park, built around 100 years ago, when the British roamed its gardens. How it survived the bulldozer and development of the city was still beyond James. He loved the park. It was over 500 Jainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430009666354639430noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13588199.post-1126849610576022052005-09-16T11:14:00.000+05:302007-05-19T00:22:38.375+05:30The Swing (A Short Story)The following story is based on purely fictional events and half fictional characters. After smoking 2 joints, a super sundae became a must, but in this abysmally poor town of rangpur, Dinesh was devoid of that too. So straddling his doping partner with him on his bike, he left for the nearest eating place, A small, garden adorned restaurant called madhuban. ”What a sacrilege to the blessed Jainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430009666354639430noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13588199.post-1124134320344563212005-08-16T00:56:00.000+05:302005-08-16T01:02:00.346+05:30Creation Lost...I just wrote a long blog entry, after careful and measured thinking, with some amount of effort, and accidentally pressing publish as post, i pressed the create button... and voila! the whole article was lost. Even after some sort of warning from the blogger, and i had this blank screen staring at me, and me staring back. Two idiots communicating with each other. I pressed the back button, still Jainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430009666354639430noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13588199.post-1120811313293223642005-07-08T13:49:00.000+05:302005-07-08T14:00:27.770+05:30Heeding The Omens: (vide The Alchemist)Today as i sat down on the commode, to shit, i closely inspected my left arm (not the bodybuilder stuff, plain soft 'who cares' arm), i found there was one extremely long and jet black hair... the rest of them were small and light, but this one was different. My whole concentration shifted on this philistine, i pondered for some time, and reached to pull it out. Then something in me clicked, and Jainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430009666354639430noreply@blogger.com4