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Iron Maiden 2008…Nearly there… January 31, 2008

Posted by K in Uncategorized.

Tomorrow, the gig’s tomorrow. And I am scared. I haven’t heard the nicest things about the Bombay rock concert crowds.

Hope the concert is fun… 🙂

January 30, 2008

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Bzzzzzz. BzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz.


January 29, 2008

Posted by K in Bus rides.
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Bus rides will never cease to fascinate me. (Ofcourse, that might have a lot to do with the fact that I do not, in the ordinary way, depend upon buses in order to travel, but I like,and hope, to think my fascination for them is not entirely dependent upon my class position)

Today on my way to college, I found standing space next to a woman who was reading a book. It looked like a library book, and on peeking into it ( okay, now I do not normally pry into such stuff, but on a crowded bus, such things are fair game 😉 ) I saw it was a religious book.

The strange thing about it was, or atleast, what struck me as strange, was that it was in English. And she was reading it out loud, mumbling to herself, unconcerned about the rest of the crowd.

I love coming across people who disappear into their own worlds in buses. I’ve seen it before. They read their religious books early in the morning, and tune out the noise and the bustle.

I wonder if I’d ever be able to do something as private in such a blatantly public space. I can’t even listen to music on buses! Apart from the noisome presence of conductors yelling out destinations, passengers pointedly asking for their change, others asking for thoda side etcetera, I just can’t seem to plug in my ears and drown out the world. I need the world, sometimes I hungrily suck it all in. I love how buses are, worlds seem to shrink and people aren’t strangers anymore.

Sometimes I wish it were possible for me to suspend myself in time and watch buses go by, both inside and outside of one. I would like to write…can you imagine the stories one can get from just half an hour of one bus ride?

(Yes, I do know the ugly side to buses and bus crowds, but perhaps because I have been fortunate to not have come across so many shitheads, I find myself focussing on its melting-potedness…)

January 28, 2008

Posted by K in Diary.

Things are getting ridiculously rushed again.  I leave for Bombay this Friday. Stop. I leave for Bombay this Friday and will hence be incapable of rational thought and/or action two days before and two days after. At the very minimum. Therefore, in effect, I shall be mentally absent Wednesday to Monday. Eep.

(Okay, here is why I say eep. I have to submit three projects (1. Ogden Nash and his Poetry; 2. Phanton Comics and its African (un)context and 3. I Don’t Know) by the fifteenth of February. I have to read all the (many) novels in my course. I happen to have read 2 out of too many. I have to sit down with Lit Theory,properly, and organize my understanding of it. There will then be assignments to pass in Feb. Following which there will be Graduation to occupy one’s energies.

More to the point, before I leave for the gig, we have to screen a film, organize two talks, go to my NSS project, (compulsorily)volunteer for NSS Day. Oh yeah, and the Elections process has begun. And the ‘English War’ is to be held this Monday.

Eep. There are times when perhaps you are not physically doing a lot of work, but all these itty things to be done plague your happiness UNTIL they are done.

Muchly fun it all is 😉

January 27, 2008

Posted by K in Abstract Ramblings, Nonsense.
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Blasting down the roadway to hellanheaven do you pause to stay? Believe my pretty flower river rushed the bushels spring for you. The moon beam rises inconstance be the watch word. Leave a tree to mark me. See you fall by the way. Straaay hay. The low quantity of work that rises in your bilious throat. Leave leave to be. Forever materialistic.

Work moves at a pace of a tortoise-impersonating-a-horse race.

January 26, 2008

Posted by K in contemporary, Diary, Gender, Recent reads-and my comments, Reviews/Rants.
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Hindustan Times has a new obnoxious writer: Vinod Nair(Damn, and I thought all Mallus were nice). I don’t know what his column profile officially is, but it ends up being a space where he unleashes his misogyny. The first column I read of his was about Indian women and their inner wear , and the second one I read, today, was about inner wear again, and though he tried (or did he…?) to make it about both genders, he managed to produce schpiel about how women like displaying bra straps and underwear bands, but get offended if men stare. Now the problematics of him not seeing a problem with lecherous men apart, I wonder why he writes such shit. Does he get paid by the scale of nastiness? It’s HT City, hence quite possible (though I admit I quite like Under Honey’s Hat: the fictionalized gossip column).

Maybe the issues raised by him are pertinent, if not to me, then somebody else; but why does he deal with his subject matter with such female body related venom? Why does he objectify women with his very male gaze, and more importantly, why is he allowed to??

In other matters, I attended a placement presentation by a company called Star Magna. Now I don’t know what the company actually is like, but the representative who presented the company sure didn’t create a very good image of it. And considering that this company deals with brand management it seems a trifle amusing that they couldn’t build their own brand in front of wee college students.

The problem was not so much with the nature of their work-brand management. I might not be a fan of the luxury segment but that doesn’t mean I go about, fangs bared, looking to bite all such companies. I had a problem with what she said. They were looking for PR (Press Relations) agents who would talk to the media regarding whatever company they were handling. She went on to qualify ‘media’: we, ofcourse, don’t call the likes of Punjab Kesari and Jain TV, she said. My head went !!! immediately. One of the first things she said was that at the end of the day, what the clients want is money. And managing brands ought to be about maximising profits. So I asked her if she thought readers of Punjab Kesari and watchers of  Jain TV either were all poor and/or did not desire brand-y things. She seemed too think not. Her answer made it evident that either she wasn’t doing a good job presenting the company, or that the company was disgustingly wannabe and wannabe-elitist.

A part of the presentation spoke about how the company also deals with model management and promotion of artisans and craftsmen of India. So when Question Time came, I asked her how the elitism was reconciled to this NGO work, how one company could on one hand, only want to deal with the likes of E-News and not the ‘masses’ that presumably patronised the likes of said Punjab Kesari and Jain TV, and at the same time look to give visibilty to the artists who come from such ‘masses’. She, ofcourse, felt the question was irrelevant, that the NGO was just something the owner did as a hobby (why put it on the COMPANY profile, then? And even so, the incongruity/hypocrisy stands)  and that I was asking it just for the sake of arguing, and that she didn’t get my question anyway. I was much amused by now, and conveyed to her that I, however, had got the answer.

The woman was rude when others asked less-controversial questions, and had come to recruit without an idea about the package she would be offering. She snapped at people, was ill-informed ( “We would prefer post-graduate students here”… “How many first and second years are here”…”Doesn’t your college offer post-graduate studies?”), and didn’t know she had earlier conveyed to the Placement Cell that the recruitment process would include a GD followed by an interview.

And then she has the gall to say “I mean, aren’t you guys, like, a little, like, whatever” Rude, I think she wanted to say.

I mean,like, yeah I want a, like, a jawb, but please don’t insult my intelligence, and don’t think you can bully me just because I’m a wee student. Sheesh.

February 1 January 24, 2008

Posted by K in Maiden, Music.
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Woooo what about the Setlist now?smilie

MAIDEN…INDIA…2008!!!  smiliesmilie

Lets see…

  1. Aces High (opener, obviously)
  2. Rime of the Ancient Mariner
  3. Heaven Can Wait
  4. REVELATIONS smilie
  5. Wasted Yearssmilie
  6. 2 Minutes to Midnightsmilie
  7. The Troopersmilie
  8. Powerslave smilie
  9. Flight of Icarus
  10. Iron Maiden (smilie)
  11. Run To The Hillssmilie
  12. The Clairvoyant
  13. INFINITE DREAMS! smilie
  14. Hallowed Be Thy Namesmilie(One song I have never liked Live…)
  15. Can I Play With Madness
  16. Fear of the Dark. (Not the same period, but Rod’s words heresmilie)

Obviously they won’t play 16. But one can always hopesmilie

January 24, 2008

Posted by K in Nonsense.
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Bang. grandiose

Beats on the droll-

ness of the tympanic

member stretched silver

bet-ween waves of music

Marching stomping flirting

Twisting smirking playing

Hide and seek with me r-

unning away.stopping

To see if I follow

Not that it ma

tters its all

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January 22, 2008

Posted by K in Uncategorized.

The fest of the golden globe burst

Little squiggles of endless despair

Within shattered remnants of an orange room.

January 21, 2008

Posted by K in Abstract Ramblings.

“You live in LA-LA-LAND!”

Like it was a bad thing.

We all live in la-la-land. Comfortable, peanut-crunching movie-goers, watching life flash past. Some grow beards and proclaim EQUALITY FOR ALL!

Some sit and contemplate Marxism.

The thought is better than no(ugh)t.

Yeah right. And *I* live in la-la-land.

When was the last time you thought you ought to get food and got it? Where did thinking ever take you unless you translated it into action. When was that time when you bulldozed that quarter in your bid to act your thoughts, no matter that THEY had no place in your la-la-land…

You know the problem with us? We’re too smart. We have too many solutions. Yours will clash with mine, if not today, then the day before I die.

“I want to make a difference, Maam,” said the pipsqueak in school. That was his la-la-land. He grew up and became me.

I want to make a difference. I will not lead a Revolution. I am not a Marxist. The Marxists seem to have appropriated that term, but for this space, let me re-appropriate it.

Someday I will grow up. Till then, I shall join the revolution that tries to make people happy. Not the ones who can manage it on their own, but those who need something from la-la-land.

I live in la-la-land. I will fetch when they say dog. Except I am not a dog.