i know how im going to make it big. i have a quick fix way of getting rich. im selling everything in my house. the raddi, the junk, the furniture, the light fixtures, the family, the car, the kitchen... once ive sold everything in my house, im going to stealthily move into the neighbours and sell everything they own. and then i'll take over the world. (you get the picture right?) (p.s. did i mention my house was getting painted/whitewashed?... and it feels like a tornado has been thru the house :)...the upstairs is downstairs, the downstairs is outside... and i am a scruffy dog)

for a higher (be)cause

in the last three days, i have perfected the art of swinging from trees and jumping over sofas. i havent shaved in what feels like twenty four years, and my hair can now be classified as dreadlocks. i smell of acetone, emulsion and other bodily fluids. just thought id let you know.

theory of evolution (summary)

by Scott Adams first, there were some amoebas. deviant amoebas adopted better to the environment, thus became monkeys. then came total quality management.

the effects of early-childhood-jigsaw-deprivation have set in, and it's scaring me. my sister asked me earlier in teh day to put together the computer that had been taken apart, for a higher cause. i figured i was doing something wrong, when i put both ends of a detachable-cable in the same component. so umm. basically, it was coming out of one hole, and going into the other. and there is no better way of putting this in words. my khala got me a 1000-piece jigsaw from the states when i was 14 yrs old. she also got me a magnet which said: whenever i'm right, no one remembers, when i'm wrong, no one forgets. guess which of the two gifts i liked best? actually, niether. she also got me silly putty. *Sigh* to be 14 again. to breaking out in pimples, and to be wearing galsses three size my face. (i burnt all my post-childhood pre-pubescent pictures. i tried doing that with my memories too, my hair got singed). coming back to jigsaws. my hot friend in the US, he wanted to send me something. so i said, ok, send me a jigsaw... u know... like a 10000 pieces or something. cuz the one i had, i threw it away. cuz i couldnt put it together. now you cant not put together something u dont have, so you throw the jigsaw away. well i dont want to do that anymore. so feeling very very stupid, very very deprived, i asked him to send me a jigsaw. he goes, well, i was going to send you a harry potter bag, but if you want the jigsaw. yes, guilty as charged. i gave up the jigsaw for a fad. i gave in to temptation. like what's his name said, "i can resist everything but temptation." but more seriously. if and when i can, i want to have a collection of jigsaws, and a collection of collectables. [duh - eds] but for now ill settle for jigsaws, cuz i want to be able to put together my computer without calling for help: me: i cant put my computer together engineer at help desk: do you own one? [duh! dont mind her, her house is being painted- eds] anyways, so since you are reading this blog, that only just means i WAS able to connect the 5 pieces with the three hundred cables. in your face bill gates. im going to sleep. i'm tired. im getting my room painted in lime and jade. the furniture is all black. hot.black. -------------------------------------------------- the incoherent random nothings are responsible for some semblance of sanity in our lives -- the hemlock)

what brain drain?

aargh. i HATE the lab. i hate it i hate it i hate it. phew. now that i have THAT off my chest, i can continue with more important things. ive discovered im a fan of the guy who created dilbert. ironic how im not a fan of the creator of the creator of dilbert. but that's because im short sighted. ive just finished reading the dilbert future: trhiving on stupidity in the 21st century. most of my life i saw dilbert as a badly drawn cartoon, and that was enough to turn me away from the strip. i mean come on, give me a break here. you have garfield, you have baby blues, you have umm... bizarro... but dilbert? so anyways, i saw the book in one of my rare incursions into the "greater" library.... the lesser one being a discussion room i frequented during my geekozoid-days... and tehre i found it. or as it was said in the hurricane, "it found me" it's a very interesting concept though, that books find you. ever gone across a shelf of books, and a random one seems to jump at you. and you pick it out and bring it home? or if it jumped at you from inside your home, probability is, this time you'll read it. i dont know, anyways, so the book picked me, and i read it. and before i had finished it, i issued the dilbert principle, because i decided all ive read is of no value to date, because what is of value was in these books, which i hadnt read. im not sure how ive added value to your life by the above sentences, but if any of my previous actions have led you to build expectations, that's just plainly your loss. im wondering if my boss would be much offended if i read during work hours. i dont have work hours yet probably because i dont have a boss but that is another story i get fascinated with books that are written about me. they have me in their titles. i tried reading marxism for idiots. i couldnt make heads or tails of it. i tried reading an idiot's guide to raising dogs. i gave my dog away without raising it too high. i gave the book away too. dilbert. so the guy makes a lot of sense. he makes a lot of predictions too. that's when is isnt making jokes. that's what he does for a living. he cracks jokes. making teh likes of me the butt of them. he says computers are like tangerines. because he cant find analogies for either of them. he predicts life in the future will not be like star trek my internet isnt working, causing me a lot of frustration and hindering my productivity. he says future technology will hinder productivity. he says in future, scientists will learn how to convert stupidity into clean fuel. i like this guy. now that i know what happened in the end, im going to go to the begining to see how the end began. i mean, read teh first book in teh two book series, which isnt actually a series, but more like just another offshoot of the sweet valley twins. yes, im guilty. on a more important note, if you havent read it yet, now would be a good time to water the car parked in your garden. at least no one will accuse you of dying a couch potato.

shaam-e-firaq ab na pooch aye or aa kay tul gaye dil tha kay phir behal gaya jaan thee kay phir sambhal gaye...

mankind is a logistical fallacy... comment. (or dont...) must reads: must read 1 must read 2

i aint the sharpest tool in the shed...

needless to say, i didnt write that last post... i asked a friend to do a guest post, and he didnt have anything nice to write about blogs or blogging or me writing a blog or me blogging... so the only decent printable line left was him saying he didnt like blogging. that's as detailed an explanation as one that can or will ever come your way. as previously done on many occasions, ive decided it is very cool to be able to not make sense, and that's what i will attempt to do using superior vocabulary i have acquired over the course of my life.

Alice felt dreadfully puzzled. The Hatter's remark seemed to have no sort of meaning in it, and yet it was certainly English.

also, i feel like reading alice in wonderland again. ok, the thing is, 46 days to go before MBA is over. i actually made this announcement in class today, in front of my professor, who said something like, "with a month to go..." so i cut him short and said actually, 46 days... to which he gave me a look and goes, "ahan... 46 days, 35 minutes and 27 seconds? i can see what a strong bond you've developed with this place" well, think what u like. being the eternal pessimist that i am, i DONT want to know what life will be like 46 days from now, because for the life of me i cant think anything good about myself. i dont believe in miracles... i mean i believe in them, but i believe they happen to other people, better people, people who deserve them... spirituality and i... we just dont walk the same roads, sing the same songs... hum the same tunes, speak teh same language... u get the picture, right? so anyways...it's quarter past 11 now, and i WAS supposed to submit an application form for an MT programme at a bank. well i didnt. i mean, i opened my orkut, i checked my gmail, i called a friend, OH OH OH !!! and another friend of mine who was applying for the same programme asked me to proofread/edit his application... so i did. i just figure, there are plenty of jobs to go around, and i dont necessarily have to pull others back to get ahead. i DO have to APPLY to get a job, but that is a minor detail im trying not to think about. not being a nit-picker, i know i dont wanna go work in a bank, i dont want to sell soap for an FMCG... oh what is a girl to do? ------------------------------------------------------- that said, i need to make time in my life to re-read alice in wonderland. somehow we focus on ignoring the good things in life. umm... i watched the constant gardner, crash, memoirs of a geisha good movies. the first two, a must watch. or you just must watch them. yeah. basically. also, ive found smash mouth's lyrics to be profound in nature. Somebody once asked could I spare some change for gas I need to get myself away from this place I said yep what a concept I could use a little fuel myself And we could all use a little change Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming Fed to the rule and I hit the ground running Didn't make sense not to live for fun Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb and Twenty-five years ago, they spoke out and they broke out Of depression and opression and together they toked And they folked out with guitars around a bon fire Just singin' and clappin', man what the hell happened Some were spell-bound, some were hell-bound Some they fell down and some got back up And fought against the melt-down And their kids were hippie chicks, and hypocrites Because fashion is smashin' the true meaning of it ------------------------------------------------------- lay me down in an unmarked grave in an uncharted place let there be no trace let my resting place have no mark, no face and know that i was there when you see lush green grass and flaming sunflowers and lilies perhaps i like lilies; let me lie under the shadow of a tree and then see me in the bright blossom in the dull withering autumn dont visit i wont be there i will be a wandering spirit travelling the seas the mountains a tramp a rolling stone a vagabond at last free ok. im done. for now.

i do not like blogging

and WHO are you?

The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice. "Who are you?" said the Caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, "I--I hardly know, sir, just at present-- at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then." "What do you mean by that?" said the Caterpillar sternly. "Explain yourself!" "I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir" said Alice, "because I'm not myself, you see." "I don't see," said the Caterpillar. "I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly," Alice replied very politely, "for I can't understand it myself to begin with..." the caterpillar never understood alice, he never will. because he is the caterpillar, and she is alice.