Precisely...

Precision adds beauty to reality...it makes it acceptable,comprehensible and hence ,recognizable.

It's in the seamless filtering in of light in the Orissa temple through the shaft made...

It's in the way techies( read programmers) whip up windows of smart program code...

It's in the amusing way your tummy can tell it's chow time...

It's in the sprightly visit of the Halley's comet ever seventy six years...

It's in the mind boggling phenomenon of flowers having a number of petals belonging to the Fibonacci sequence...

It's in the way a thousand,a hundred ,a ten and a one absolutely make 1111,nothing less,nothing more.

It's probably also in the way my readings in the lab go completely haywire,every darn time!

'Something to think about,eh?'

Tricklin' away...

Hmm...i guessi should've paid more attention when my math teacher spoke of progressions....how seemingly insignificant numbers like two and four grow to giants like 32768(dat's 2 power 15!)....seems not only math works like that ...time does too!!!

This truth hit me like a Tsunami this evening as i sat doodling on my home assignment.
My actual day after college begins at 3 in the afternoon and ends at eleven in the night...that's EIGHT whole hours of your own time which you are free to invest in your homework,or in pursuit of the most jobless person award (which i'm contending for ,by the way),right? WRONG!!!Before you know it,that darn hand has moved over the face of the clock eight times,and you find yourself turning in rather discontentedly at night...

Of late,this situation has become way too familiar with me,so i'm wondering ,where does the time go?

Time's one wily prisoner...so i've learned the hard way.It can stretch itself to infinity when you're struggling with boredom,but it can also sprout loadsa legs and run away when what you need more than anything else is time!

So....i'm gonna solve the enigma of my disappearing time in true amateur detective style...

CASE UNDER STUDY : mystery of vanishing time

VICTIM: Me

VICTIM'S STATEMENT : " I dunno what to do and when (whine!)There's way too much to dos....(whine!).... The only possible explanation ...something's not right!(self-satisfied whine !)

COMMENTS : Dad : OH no,not again!!!

Mom :Its simple,face it.You waste time mercilessly .
[note:statement rebutted on account of unfair nature of comment with out ample
evidence]

ANALYSIS : 3 O CLOCK : Began Physics assignment

3 15 :Answered the door,chatted with a friend

3 40 :Physics ahoy!

4 00 :Did a problem on temperature coefficient.Remembered hearing
Sean Paul's TEMPERATURE on friend's ipod...not to be outdone,added temperature on my ipod too...coupla others too

4 45 : Physics,resolutely return to my task

5 00 : Developed sum kinda allergy ...incessant coughing...wouldn't you know it ...just when i was making headway ...decided this was reason enough to rest
600 : Driven out of bed by a phone call

615 : Go fr my daily walk

7 00 :Wow! That was one helluva walk...right,now im hungry

730 : Done with dinner and a rerun of F.R.I.E.N.D.S (multi-tasking you see...)
800 :Bored of Physics ...switch over to math,read daily notes

8 20: Unable to decipher handwriting (mine) ....wonder why..remember reading an article about graphology

845 : Done with the article....satsified after having discovered that bad handwriting merely indicates indiscipline and lack of order,,,(heck,i knew that!!!)

900 :Listen to the top ten hits on my fav radio channel while doin math


9 15: Tired ...i woke up at 530 ,man!

945 :Blog on how time disappears.


CONCLUSION : Puzzling case.Victim is totally blameless and action s of the victim are justified .
CASE UNRESOLVED



Care to help me out ?

The "END" in friend ...

On the joyous and excessively commercialized occasion of "friendship day "...I feel obliged to that little voice inside my head which prompts me to ponder aloud.So here goes...

Yeh dosti ...hum nahi todenge,
Todenge dum magar,tera saath naa chodenge...

On many happy ,sunshine in your eyes,candy in the sky days, i have felt like humming this familiar tune with moi extended family,my friends!!!
Whether we were digging into a scrumptious apple pie at a cafe,or groaning because the miserable net on the tennis court had given way,i always sensed a feeling of togetherness,which strangely,though built on trivial grounds,seemed like it would last for eternity.
But illusions are shape shifters,aren't they?
As I search for a familiar face, I observe that I've lost touch with soooooo many people over the years,it's hard to keep track.
Faded telephone numbers scratched in fast fading ink,
Worn photos in tiny albums,
Gifts exchanged on birthdays,
...sadly,these are the remnants of some friendships in my life.

Why?

Thanks to the giant hoardings of Bollywood ,I've seen many reel life situations where old friends from bygone days reconnect in an instant .So why is it so different in real life?

I irresistably am reminding myself of Peter Pan,the Boy Who Would Never Grow Up.
Still,as a bid to support my stubborn Taurean self,I bite.Can two people outgrow their friendship?Can Time,the deifant warrior uproot weathered plants of carefully sown friendship with such astonishing ease?

If it can,what is it in the moment,then,that leads you to believe there is much more to this bond than common jokes,get-togethers and idyllic group hangs?

Maybe we choose to alter reality in a way which soothes our lonely selves choosing to ignore the blots of reality that appear on the pages of the fanasy book we are crafting...Maybe we think that the days spent hangong out will evoke memories powerful enough to be significant for a long time to come.

I read this paragraph penned by Tagore,with sinking dismay and horrifying familiarity...

Oh poor unthinking human heart...error willnot go away,olgic nad reason are slow to penetrate.We cling with both arms to false hope, refusing to believe the weightiest of proofs against it .In the end it escapes ripping our veins and draining our hearts blood; until regaining consciousness we rush to fall into the snares of delusion all over again "
...

Something to think about,I know I will.

The

Of sticks and stones (and cloaks too...)

What's it feel like to play a dangerous game of hide and seek ...knowing that losing the game can mean losing your freedom,your loved ones and most importantly, your life?

Ask Harry.Or better yet,read the book that's sent us all into a frenzy.

Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows is the seventh and final book of the popular series penned by J.K Rowling.We catch up with our favourite teenage wizard and his faithful friends Ron & Hermione ,only to find that Evil has cast its murky shadows on the magical world .The Dark wizard Lord Voldemort has wasted no time in establishing his reign,which means that war clouds are gathering on the horizon.

The trio of Ron,Harry and Hermione is on a mission :to uncover the hidden horcruxes of Voldemort.Together with them,we travel all across England in search of these elusive containers of Voldemort's soul when we stumble across the legend of "the deathly hallows",an alternative formula to mastering death.The plot thickens considerably as Harry reaches the cross-roads:Hallows or Horcruxes?

While the pieces of the puzzle come together,jkr takes us on an emotional journey of beautiful friendship and inspiring courage.Characters are explored to their depths.The victorious nature of love is truly the central theme of this book.

The story is fast-paced ,with quite a few hairpin bends. From the start to the end,we are treated to non-stop entertaining magical action ,with a few breathers where we rejoice and repent along with our protagonists.With true genius ,Jkr seals every loose end that sprung up in the earlier books .

The growing tension ends in a grand Apocalypse:a battle of virtue vs vice.What lies beyond: an era of peace and prosperity or a graveyard of shattered hopes ?That's for you to find out.

With smart humour and compelling mystery,this book is a must read for all fantasy and fiction afficionados.
Don't miss the end to one of most exciting sagas of fiction.The Deathly Hallows is a 608 page adrenaline rush that is sure to be enjoyed by kids,teen and adults alike.

Shuffled...

I've been wondering, ever since I got to know that I passed my 11th boards ,about leavin for college next year.....COLLEGE ...I can almost see an arrow pointing towards that coveted destination..where dreams come true,when you are finally in the "real" world(whts up wid dat real stuff anyway???),when you are able to translate every hazy idea that ever resided in the recesses of your mind-into concrete action,when you are matured enough to know that friendship need not necessarily follow the idylllic Californian style (read THE OC ...;) ..),
when the zones of education,interaction,innovation,discussion,fun,leisure,activity and inspiration fuse together like a musical masterpiece!!!
Is leavin home going to be as easy as dreaming about college,though?A well rehearsed "NO "
forms in my brain,,,ok,let's be adventurous and say it will be easy..coz you'll just be swept away in that tide of change....but what happens when the dust settles ?When fresher parties come to an end,when hostel life nightmares take center stage, and when the glow of independence dims in view of the security you had at home?And i'm not talking about padlocked doors here...but about knowing that help is just two three letter words away (MOM ...DAD)...Don't get me wrong ...it's not a rhetorical statement,i know tons of young people who are strong enough to deal with all this and more....my question is :How do you know if YOU are of that type?

It's during such troubled times that I fondly wish that Madam Trelawney were for real...what wouldn't i give to cut across the threshold between the present and the future,watch the future me unravel,and get back in good time to make decisions to that effect?If you think about it,that might almost definitely guarantee you a perfect life....and as far as I know ,not even EBAY has got deals like that!!!

So I'm trying to devise an alternative formula...I'm going to work hard in the subjects I've got a n apitiude for,prepare myself this year for a latchkey life ,apply for possible colleges and contentedly graduate in the one that will accept me,without seeking solace from 101 different counselling sessions from the people around me ...believe me ,the less you obsess,the more the probability of your obsession coming true!!!
I know it sounds like i'm giving up,but it's not .It's a theory that's simple and that's bound to work for me ,and the reason i know it will work is that it's simple and straight from the heart.

What is happiness really?
It's pure ,untainted contentment ...

sounds pretty simple doesn't it???

Of colours and chameleons ...

I'm back refreshed!I spent a lovely weekend with my family in the beaches of Puri and the metros of Kolkata ,and i'm raring to get back into gear!!!
Iwas staying at this lovely little cottage in Puri,and one wet morning,i noticed a tiny chameleon right on the window ledge...true to its fame,ithad turned a grainy pebbly brown , and sat in wait of...its morning meal,probably.That's what i was doing too,and so...i didnt give much thought to it and hit room service on the dialing pad!!!
After a mouthwatering breakfast and a languid lunch,i noticed this chameleon had set up camp in the lawn .Dwarfed by the tall blades of grass,it lurked unnoticed in the dewy sea of green...and i probably wouldnt have noticed it if i hadn't been looking for it ,subconsciously .
The shadows lengthened ,and soon it was evening.In true beach parlance,our little friend was dressed in the fiery red of sea- corals ,enjoying a siesta on the rocks.

It's funny how i thought to myself"Here I am,quite caught up in the devilishly wonderful ability of being able to blend into your surroundings,why im kinda chameleonish myself."

I'l admit,i'm pretty anthrophobic.I'm scared of people's opinions of me ,my ideas and anything remotely connected with me,my ideas.....So i tend to adapt or change myself into what the people around me percieve me to be.That 's quite a ludicrous loop i've got going there,coz how will people ever percieve me to be anything at all,if i decide to be something only based on their percievings...but well,that's how it is with me.

So I see myself shrinking from taking out my workbook and doing some li'l sum when all around,my classmates are busy comparing their Louis Vuittons...and i feel very conspicuous when i'm stuck wearing some cargoes and a tee,clutching an ipod in one hand,and a group of of my friends comes back from the temple,asking me why i didn't get up early enough to go pray with them...

I guess, im scared ,like my little friend .I'm scared that the minute I decide to be different,I will be preyed on -preyed on by the little circle of people that i know and,apparently,*understand *.
That's why I've trained myself in camouflage...I would love to be one of those humans with an unwavering sense of self confidence,and a non-erasable streak of courage...
Well,i'm running out of time now,i'l probably want to sleep on this,and ponder over it the next time i unlock Blogger....

That's what I should do.....isn't it?
*sighs in doubt*