Wednesday, December 13, 2006


It's 2007 nearing! I had not his much excitement at the start of 2006, but I must say the year was a breeze... was good to me in more ways than one -- so, hail 2006! I had far less demands in 2006 than I already had had for 2007, which is now near... Alonso took 2006 and schumi's hung his overalls. Kimi's taken over the reins at the Marenello squad, with Massa painted pretty in the wide picture of scarlet. Ferrari is now going to be the HRC of motoGP. No longer are we going to map the jinx of the Ferrai with that of the Yamaha; but perhaps to that of the HRC of motogp; bring on team rivalries -- the Senna/Prost one of the past, the Nicky/Dani one of the present and the Kimi/Massa one of the future.

There is Lance doing the running even off the French suburbs: The marathon to start with and his zillion other lovely ventures that make him pop on all columns. We will always watch those 32 days of July, controversy or not, as we love the purity of the sport -- why grumble on some damn ratio that didn't sound "human" enough to the dope-squad; makes me wonder why the devil do they even do dope-tests; coming to the worst of purist nightmares, even if someone hopes to be batman among men, so be it, so long as he isn't the joker. And trust me, no one would risk one's endurance on a drug to last him one complete stage of the tour! To me, Lance and Landis are pure as a mountain stream.

The year's flown I must say - and has in all its wile brought me into the 2007 I was longing for, which now appears to contain the same old wine -- tosh-crunching sport journos popping from all sides, sweetheart-news-people seeing lovely pieces of virtue in good or evil, and plain news webites that speak the boring truth. And oh, the Aussie Open is near -- I still cling to wee bits of hope that Andy Roddick with Jimmy Cornors will get himself a genie for the Aussie Open. The Aussie-Cypriots will thrive yet again, Marcos thriving or not! Is Nadal going to shatter all? Will Federer do the Grand Slam? There are other people I'm sure going to watch out for -- Andy Murray for one.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

In a world of my own

A daze, is what I'd call my November life. I've grown to wonder if there is indeed a mystical parallel universe that physicists claim to comprehend. A myriad - from procrastination to impulse. Hoping that a gremlin is always around to nick you in time from adversity, or hoping that another gremlin would mystically complete all work-material for me as I sleep, dreaming of basking in the rays of the bright sun.

A daze, where I feel no line between the real and the unreal, theory and practice. A time when I can comprehend that numbers mean nothing at all, but are only facts that are needed to fill up real-life quiz questionaires. A daze, where I wish to command my dreams to act, while I lay basking in them, until it takes gremlins to awaken me. Why do we lay so much importance on the practical; why don't we just live in little worlds of our own? Makes me wonder if we tend to be practical only to accomodate the considerations of other humans in our work and lives - so we accumulate hardened facts called values. What if we just lived in little worlds of our own, thus making the real world "a better place to live in" - a dream that we've all only been dreaming about this far.

And to add to my perennial November daze, was my lovely weekend pizza with olives... and this sure was real!

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Marriage - natural, religious or social trick?

I was dragged this weekend into a conversation, with many elders of the family; those elders that moral-science books call 'the wise ones' whom we need to 'lend an ear to' and take advice, in typical norms that we memorized in prose at school or some soap opera.

I sat with folded arms and mock-courtesy listening to the conversation, all aimed towards me and my ways of living. 'You should feel that lonliness', they said. 'Atleast learn to start feeling that loneliness', said another. 'In another year, you should be married' was the conclusion, to which I was expected to yet again, nod.

The funny aspect of the average human's view towards marriage is the fact that, no matter what, it is an inevitable bond you cannot escape from. While in the context of Adam and eve, or any other "love-story" that may or may not involve the original sin, marriage is perhaps that stage where you are lucky to heighten your persona to a level bigger than your very own - the paradox of a true marriage. I know of people who are die-hard believers of the fact that you do things at a certain age: you are in school from age two to twenty-two, fall in love at twenty-three, marry at twenty-five and live happily ever after, soon after. Who are we, Cinderella?! With family elders posing as fairy godmothers waving their wands. Oh, I just lost my shoe!

Social anthropology can be tricky to its very core. As Matt Ridley puts it, it's your genetic pool that determines when you are ready for marriage, as religious leaders put it, it's social values that dictate the time you get married; and as politicians put it, it's sheer convinience that drives you to marry! So as humans, let's just call ourselves lucky to have the scope of picking one of these many doctrines or rather be wary of the doctrine governing us!

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

A myriad - from (Blog(Glob)ing for posers!) to Esprit

I can see that I have a myriad of content on my blog - from what Bernie is upto with the FIA and Dorna, to how our genes make us what we are, and to how we could stop tarnishing beautiful Bangalore.

I'm wondering if it's worthwhile even classifying my posts? I've given it a thought more than just once, and even attempted it. Not liking the categorized look too much, I soon abandoned the idea and got back to square one. But yes, that's me, made of a zillion contradictions, a zillion interests and a zillion professional pursuits. I think I should let the disorderliness stay.

Nevertheless, I notice I'm not speaking too much AI off late, while my blog's title is all AI and heavily punned. I need a more apt title, that speaks of speed, of boredom, of might, of style; how the third chimpanzee is none but the human, and how the machine fits into the class of primates as much. Far into the horizon, I know I'm speaking of spirit, of victory, of malice in its purest. So perhaps I need a name that's more an aura than a puzzle. Okay, speaking of sprit, I choose Esprit right here, right now! And besides being all that is life, Esprit has a materialistic hue to me, being my favorite brand among clothes!

Monday, May 15, 2006

Backdrop for my blog

I have my pink backdrop ready for my blog. Don't know how to upload it, without the URL link. Does anyone have a clue?

I so want a pink backdrop! boo-hooo.

Friday, March 31, 2006


...addict, is what I am. I'm getting myself off its wily 'awakening'. The staggering, heavy head after coffee-withdrawal, is indeed due to the lack of caffeine.

Sugar, spice and all things nice - coffee and tea. I have this bag of Tulsi tea, and I'm tempted only because it says "Tea"; but tastes nothing like it :( It's lovely though when made right, with the lemon and ginger.

I saw a documentary on coffee once. And much as it does gear one through the day, it can stress you as much, even as you watch a happy-go-lucky Scooby Doo eat the big muffin or see Jerry's new plot.

So here goes my good ode to coffee...

An ode to you
Good ol' caffeine
Anytime in best hue
To break sheer routine

I glide through the year
Only 'cause of you in gear
But dare do I fear
Of how you sometimes shear

I'm high n dry
And yet bid goodbye
'Till I befriend the herb
And you I curb

The 'curbing' is only for the rhyme. No curbing coffee, just a momentary nick... perhaps.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

My hope-list

It's getting smaller. There are things I hope, and things I don't. Inevitability is the law governing nature, that is loved for the sheer thrill of unpredictability and countered only through sheer hope. Days of topsy-turvy, but great tennis indeed! I hope Hingis stays long enough to teach the robots a lesson. If all we need is speed, we'd rather have a chip embedded in our racquets than tax our mortal bodies to the limit. It's craft, wile and spin that count; not speed and power that would rather be best on computer games or played by machines.

It's 2:28 a.m. and I'm not sleepy, and really thrilled about tomorrow's holiday. Its Republic day, and I'm not in the least excited about cheering for the constitution that was finalised on this day. I want to spread out each sheet of the big book, and know how many kilometres it spans, perhaps its only credibility. We never really won our independence, but were granted it, with maximal damage done, and seeds sown for more. Independence in its purest, would not require 'a book of rules' to govern a nation of independent, dynamic, enthusiastic individuals. 'The book of rules' is a desperate attempt to proclaim us a 'secular' nation. Independence is the life-giving air one can breathe to leap through life, not the self-destructing cutural disintegration we faced soon after.

So, its Federer and Marcos at the finals. Nice one. I'm getting to appreciate Marcos, for his skill and composure. No unforced error disappoints him, and all he looks towards is the next shot! Well, should be easy for him now, and the judegement day is not really close, for anyone to keep him high. Aussie and French Open championships have always produced new people, with the hard surface here being closer to clay. And I guess its going to be Justin Henin-Hardenne this time yet again...

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Aussie Open - I'm watching it more than I'd thought...

* Venus and her ups and downs are out
* Robbie Ginepri is out
* James Blake is in :)
* Hingis is in :) I love comeback people
* Roddick is cruising in straight sets and I secretely hope it's him this time. I've run out of Federer-love
* Phillipoussis' temper and Roddick's poker practice. The poker only adds to the already big serve! Federer to combat a 'poker-serve'? Indeed, things do look like Roddick could go all the way, and I'm counting on Tommy Haas as well

* No Agassi, no Nadal, no Safin... this stays on top of my frown list

Monday, January 16, 2006

Somerset Maugham and Ayn Rand...

Most protagonists are usually strong silent men as in Agatha Christie's crime solvers, or Jane Austen's men in black, both adored by mortal ordinary people, with stories that last by far an average lifetime. In contrast, the strength and silence that the heroes Ayn Rand and Somerset Maugham epitomize, revolve around the immortal existence through the life the heroes bring through sheer passion...

After reading 'moon and the sixpence' and 'the fountainhead', I decided to someday draw a line or fade the lines between these books.

A text-bookish difference/similarity I see between the protagonists, Charles Strickland and Howard Roark:

  • Roark is fictitious, Charles Strickland is for real (Paul Gauguin, an artist)
  • Both strive to manifest their soul through work
  • Both connect spiritualism with living
  • Both live the human life that 'God intended'

The women:

  • A sorry comment here, but most authors draw the character of their women in accordance with the era they live in. Dominique in today's scenario, would have different ways to deal with the 'Keatings' and 'Tooheys' of life. Nevertheless, a fair enough depiction a heroine would deserve. For those who wish to watch Fountainhead, the movie, beware - Dominique is yet another Rose of Titanic here...
  • Dominique and Ada are fictitious in both the 'Fountain head' and 'Moon and the six-pence'. I really don't think there was an Ada in Paul's life, as Somerset Maugham has done a hell lot of harmless editing to Paul's story

The philosophy:
Ayn Rand brings the ideal to life, and Somerset Maugham personifies perfection

And as Somerset Maugham says, "It's a funny thing about life; if you refuse to accept anything but the best, you very often get it."; So does Ayn Rand, "Happiness is that state of consciousness which proceeds from the achievement of one's values."

And my favorite, Maugham's quote, "There are three rules for writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.". And I guess that applies to the heroes they depict as well - a note each budding author ought to know. But above all, a rule every budding movie director ought to implement...

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Its new year.... must I expect things anew?

I hate new year's, and it's the Jan biggie now. It gives an inherent feeling of expecting something new and that implies something nice...

To start with, this is going to be the lousiest Aussie Open. No Nadal, no Agassi and no Safin. My natural optimism makes me hope for the French Open. I am seeing Federer making steady progress on clay, though I wish its Nadal again... I'd like Federer to win on clay someday sure, to break the clay/grass war and end the all-grass and all-clay glory (rather no-clay, no-grass) that Sampras and Lendl have sown. Borg, Becker and Agassi indeed prove truer champions.

Something else not-so-nice, is the void after the lapse of a whole year, that manifests so sudden and inertia-filled, that I don't have the mental speed to exploit it. The void that does not wake me up to fix last-year code, nor does it gear me to update my blog with 'new year' material.

Nice and slow Jan... had I to watch the french Open now, I'd sure pity the cows who dare to play. Read Lance's sequel 'Every second counts', and I found it as brilliant as his first. So few make history, so few influence another life and Lance is one of those topping the list of all-time greats... hope we see more of him cycling or not, this year as well!