Monday, May 28, 2007

Worst Way to Begin the Day

And I thought only Muslim law required four pious Muslim male eye-witnesses to prosecute a rape :(

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

My Dream

A poem by Ogden Nash entitled 'My Dream'.

This is my dream,
It is my own dream,
I dreamt it.
I dreamt that my hair was kempt.
Then I dreamt that my true love unkempt it.

This whole post has been copied verbatim from Mind Hacks

Monday, May 14, 2007

Dream Girls

After a long long time, I saw a movie, just because I wanted to, just because I liked the trailer. I hadn't read a single review, hadn't heard anyone talking about it, but when I saw the DVD with the friendly pirated DVD guy, it seemed like a fun way of spending a lonely Sunday evening.

Dream Girls is about the lives of many people, the great black singer, his three backup singers, how his soul-music isn't good enough for the white folks, and neither is his saucy dance style, how he gets replaced, and his backup singers become stars, but again, not the great backup singer - no, she is too fat and too soulful - instead the pretty one becomes a star, a big star, a huge star.

Lives get destroyed along the way, but for no fault of the pretty one, who is almost without personality, she is neither nice, nor bad, just a product that spells success, simply because the white folks control the money, and the white folks like the pop songs, and her fluffy young voice, instead of the mature soul stirring singing of all the other RnB singers.

Dream Girls is about dreams, about women, about success, about how our society puts style over substance, about failure, and about being true to yourself.

Dream Girls is about the time when the mother of the pretty one tells the manager how she didn't think her daughter was a great singer, and he replied that she wasn't, but she had "the quality", that made her a great product.

Dream Girls is about the old guy telling the great backup singer that she seems to have the misunderstanding that just because she has a great voice, she doesn't have to prove herself, she doesn't have to have discipline, or humility, but she is wrong.

Dream Girls is about an eight year long extra-marital affair, one built with the hope that "he will tell his wife as soon as possible", its about writing a song "that people will love to hear in their cars", its about the husband telling his wife that she can't go to the funeral, its about finding your own voice.

It isn't a great movie, the movie is almost wholly songs, with very limited dialogue, and maybe a little too long, but its definitely worth a watch.

Friday, May 11, 2007


As the French presidential election drama continued, it hurt to realize that I support Royal, just because she's a woman, the first one to ever come so close to the French President's post, and the fact that she is the socialist candidate didn't matter at all.

Finding reverse biases in yourself hurts, almost more than the pain brought on by the original bias itself.

Almost, but not quite.
After a long long time, as I listen to Naina and Banwra Man in loop again, it seems almost like I'm back in my lab at IRL, and the last 3 months didn't happen at all.


I have often seen people totally fascinated by their work or their hobbies, or seen women totally committed to serving their families, and I wonder where do they get their drive, their passion from. What does it mean to be totally committed to something? To love something enough to devote your life to it - may it be computers or social service or your life partner. Will I ever be fully passionate about something, enough to give up other aspects of my life to it?

Even worse, are there good and bad passions? If you are consumed by the idea of praying to God, and living an ascetic life, with almost no earnings, no family, no career, is this good enough? Is being passionate about proving that bedsheets are in fact gateways into black holes not acceptable? Then how come being passionate about proving any new theory (which _you think_ is more plausible) OK? How do you judge whats good enough? Where's the line? What if I become passionate about drugs? Or something that will hurt someone else - someone I know and love, or some strangers?

And worst of all, what if after devoting 20 years of your life, loving and following some ideology, you realize it was all a sham ? That you were swept away by stupid ideas.

Thursday, May 10, 2007


My mom called me early morning today, to tell me about some scholarship that had been advertised in the newspapers, and she wanted me to apply. So I started writing a mail to some Mr XYZ, about me, and why I should get that scholarship, and got freaked - I am sending my details, my resume - which contains my address and my phone number to some stranger. And then got more freaked, that in fact, my resume is online in the first place.

Is this the beginning of paranoia?