11 Dec '09,
1:20 pm,
I just came back from college... A workshop on Robotics and microcontrollers (duh..!! which are way beyond my engine's load bearing capacity) is being organised. It's being organised by DRMZ, a company runned by an alumnus from our college and further a graduate from IIM Indore. I went to the workshop with my usual motives for workshops where I have nothing to do in, i.e. for NSP... (NSP is a term with unknown origins which expands into Naen Sukh Prapi, or Eye Candy) Well that's what MANITers do if they are neither of the participant nor the volunteers. But to my dismay there was no one worth staring at. Anyway, the workshop was doing good but the participants reminded me of my childhood days. The days when teachers used to ask a question and we used to shout the answers while simultaneously raising the hands. While in college, I don't remember raising the hands at any instance... Cut from flashback and I am still impressed by the enthusiasm of those kids from the workshop. Since I had no work to do over there so I made a retreat.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Useless day
9 dec '09,
5:55 pm,
I have slept too much in the afternoon... I was reading a book and God knows when i dosed off... I woke up after 2 hrs of sleep. I am finding it hard to budget the rest of my day, especially when i have got to go to the market for vegetables... I'll keep my eyes open and see if i come across a topic to blog on
5:55 pm,
I have slept too much in the afternoon... I was reading a book and God knows when i dosed off... I woke up after 2 hrs of sleep. I am finding it hard to budget the rest of my day, especially when i have got to go to the market for vegetables... I'll keep my eyes open and see if i come across a topic to blog on
Monday, December 7, 2009
Franz Kafkaaa!!!! Can I torch this book??? x-(
7 dec '09,
2:00 PM,
Can't belive that such a man ever existed and made it to the clan of Philosophers. I am right now, trying to catch up with the views expressed by Franz kafka in his diaries. The diary begins at 1910 and continues till 1923, an year before he died. His works were preserved and later translated and published after his death by his close friend Max Brod. In his last days he gave his diary and works to Max and asked him to burn them. But the latter didn't... Treachery!!!!!!!
His works manifest the philosophy of existentialism and his loathe against the bureaucracy. He was a stout and short man( as he writes about himself) and had a deformed and quirk perception towards life. Even after being an insurance lawyer, he had little faith in law. He was an isolated person and always thought about himself. His diaries have got weird sketches made by him, about which i am trying to learn. Interestingly the famous quote " I was born intelligent but education ruined me" was given by Franz Kafka... As soon as i finish this book i will be uploading a review. But had this not been a prescribed reading... I won't have dared to touch this book. It gives you chronic headache if you read this continuously for a long time. I still feel like burning this into ashes. I think Franz Kafka had this last wish.
2:00 PM,
Can't belive that such a man ever existed and made it to the clan of Philosophers. I am right now, trying to catch up with the views expressed by Franz kafka in his diaries. The diary begins at 1910 and continues till 1923, an year before he died. His works were preserved and later translated and published after his death by his close friend Max Brod. In his last days he gave his diary and works to Max and asked him to burn them. But the latter didn't... Treachery!!!!!!!
His works manifest the philosophy of existentialism and his loathe against the bureaucracy. He was a stout and short man( as he writes about himself) and had a deformed and quirk perception towards life. Even after being an insurance lawyer, he had little faith in law. He was an isolated person and always thought about himself. His diaries have got weird sketches made by him, about which i am trying to learn. Interestingly the famous quote " I was born intelligent but education ruined me" was given by Franz Kafka... As soon as i finish this book i will be uploading a review. But had this not been a prescribed reading... I won't have dared to touch this book. It gives you chronic headache if you read this continuously for a long time. I still feel like burning this into ashes. I think Franz Kafka had this last wish.
Some scars will never fade (6 Dec 1992)
6 Dec '09,
11:59 PM,
It was not until I went to the drawing room while my Mom was watching TV there, that I realised that today is the 17th anniversary of the Black day of Indian Secularism. Yes, the day when Babri Masjid got demolished, the day which seeded the motives for the inhuman act in Mumbai, the day that raved up communal sentiments and the day that left us with so many conundrums.
I urgently need a sleep so I won't analyze the chronicle of events that lead to, as well as followed the demolition. I will discuss them in a later post.
The Structure has become dust, but it still stands as an edifice in the minds of the people connected to it religously as well as emotionally. Every year the two sides mark this day, one side mourns over it and the other celebrates. But I know a third kind, which includes people from both the communities concerned as well. Who don't care about which side triumphs. Who don't care if the saffron flag is hoisted on the ground zero or the green one.They have much more important works to do than to goad people and aggravate sentiments. And I am one of them.The issue is unsettled for he last 17 years and who knows how much more time will it take us to find a solution.
There is a Book written by Late. P. V. Narsimha Rao over this issue titled " Ayodhya, 6 Dec 1992". Which menions the events,official letters and orders pertaining to this issue in chronological order and successfully explains the judicial and constitutional loop holes in our country's governance. He also attempts to justify his inability to declare President rule over the state. I chanced to read it and made my own opinions over it, which will be mentioned in the later post. It's been 17 years and not an inch has moved (I have little hopes from Liberhan Commission Report) but the phantom of this issue will stray in our poilitics for some more time.
11:59 PM,
It was not until I went to the drawing room while my Mom was watching TV there, that I realised that today is the 17th anniversary of the Black day of Indian Secularism. Yes, the day when Babri Masjid got demolished, the day which seeded the motives for the inhuman act in Mumbai, the day that raved up communal sentiments and the day that left us with so many conundrums.
I urgently need a sleep so I won't analyze the chronicle of events that lead to, as well as followed the demolition. I will discuss them in a later post.
The Structure has become dust, but it still stands as an edifice in the minds of the people connected to it religously as well as emotionally. Every year the two sides mark this day, one side mourns over it and the other celebrates. But I know a third kind, which includes people from both the communities concerned as well. Who don't care about which side triumphs. Who don't care if the saffron flag is hoisted on the ground zero or the green one.They have much more important works to do than to goad people and aggravate sentiments. And I am one of them.The issue is unsettled for he last 17 years and who knows how much more time will it take us to find a solution.
There is a Book written by Late. P. V. Narsimha Rao over this issue titled " Ayodhya, 6 Dec 1992". Which menions the events,official letters and orders pertaining to this issue in chronological order and successfully explains the judicial and constitutional loop holes in our country's governance. He also attempts to justify his inability to declare President rule over the state. I chanced to read it and made my own opinions over it, which will be mentioned in the later post. It's been 17 years and not an inch has moved (I have little hopes from Liberhan Commission Report) but the phantom of this issue will stray in our poilitics for some more time.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
White Tiger, Book Review
5 Dec '09,
10:45 PM,
Bhopal,
Despite all the apprehensions passed on to me by my friends against this book, whenever I mentioned about it, I never lost my interest in it. Not to forget Dadlani and Sarkar who have peculiarly bitter taste for this book, and were warning me about it as if I am setting off on a life threatening expedition. Possibly because my buddies have a different taste for books, so they couldn't enjoy the book as I did.People have different tastes. Just as Balram in the story who hated Pizza... What!!! No yaar... I am not comparing you with Balram ... (:-P)The real pulchritude of "White Tiger" is that it is not a novel, it's a letter. A letter written to the Premier of Republic of China, Wen Jiabao. An innovative and unconventional letter which speculates how a semi-literate person from village with a perennial greed for knowledge, would write a letter. A meticulously crafted letter which brings to life the vicinities in front of your eyes, of every scene that is narrated. The reader feels like he is sitting next to Balram while he writes the letter. The reason for choosing the addressee to be Jiabao and not some other personality is also what makes this book by Arvind Adiga, a subtle piece of art. He compares the assumed failed democracy of India to the delusive success of communism in China. The novel begins in the backdrop of Laxmangarh, a place near Gaya, and advances through Dhanbad, Delhi and finally to Bangalore where he fulfills his dream of becoming his own master. The protagonist is an extraordiray boy, with unimaginable ambitions but born in a family which can harldly earn enough food. The portions of the story which move your heart are when the writer fascinatingly conjures up the atrocities in front of our eyes, which we might not have even heard of. The boy finally makes his way through the dungeon to become an enterprenneur, and writes in the letter about his enchanting voyage from rags to riches. So if you want know how a tea stall boy, a driver, a house-help, a murderer and a fugitive think... This book will satiate you with the answers.
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