Review

Stop crying about the Rise and Fall of the Third Knight. Nolan is already busy with his new project on how a man with short term memory loss becomes an overnight vigilante to get even with the twin magicians who stole his dreams while thinking about the number of ways in which he could grant Michael Caine a role.

The holidays are coming to an unsavory end, and I've ended up hating myself as usual, like when I start on a pack of Krishna Sweets Mysore Pak. The world deserves a bloody thrashing.

A lot of oaths to be muttered, completely forgotten about, rudely woken up to, and halfheartedly salvaged. To manage time better, to exercise more, eat fruits, stop the looming uptick of an exponentially increasing mess bill, you get the drift. 

To also come up with better posts, frequently. Read more books. To listen up all the badly recorded songs of Joy Division.To keep oneself up to date with the recent comings and goings of the internet. The latter comes with a 'Colon P'. 

Till then, here's a potato. And a review of Skrat's newest and most awesome album, Skrat in the Shed.

Do check the album and my review out. 

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The Raunchy Joke book

This one from the archives, sixth grade hols I guess.

   The initial euphoria of finally acquiring library membership #1022  at Kumaran Lending Library had rendered me part zombie, with a number of the Goosebumps and Animorphs series' titles borrowed everyday. This fiery reading spree was partly fed by the crushing ennui that usually sets in around two weeks after the start of the hols and partly by a savage race to fill up the sections of my borrowing registry faster than Arvi did. While his tryst with Archie and  Sydney Sheldon had him burning midnight oil, my own with Robin Cook and Tintin led to increased strain and later, myopia.

    One particular evening when I had dragged myself to the library to try something different this time, I decided to borrow one of them joke books. I had already tried reading the ones available at home and there was a decent collection available at the lib. So happily getting a 'nice sounding' joke book, I made my way back and was just about to read it when mom noticed the title. "What book have you got?!", she asked, rather incredulously.

"It's a joke book, The Raunchy Joke book", I replied. 

"Do you know what raunchy means?"

 I shook my head. "Isn't it like crunchy, you know, 'Crispy one liner bites'?"

"Please go look up Raunchy in the dictionary. This is why I always ask you to use the dictionary. Your vocab is very poor..." and so on.

Later in Ninth grade, was relating the whole anecdote to the lunch break pals.When we were all exchanging lighthearted guffaws, one of them stopped short and pondered, "When did you say this happened, bro?"

"Sixth grade hols, I think. Why?"

"Um, and your mother asked you to look it up in the dictionary?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Did you read the jokes?"

"Duh no, not after looking up the meaning. Now that I think about it, I stopped reading joke books altogether after trying my hand at 'Rugby Jokes' and not understanding a thing. Why, dammit?"

"Whoa. So your mother expected you to understand the meaning of 'raunchy' at sixth grade?"

"Well, I guess- What? Whoaa."

Respect, mom.

Blagging Again

" I went mad for a while, did me no end of good... The point is, you see, there's no point in driving yourself mad trying to stop yourself going mad. You might as well give in and save your sanity for later."

          - Ford Prefect

This quote pretty much explains the semester that passed by, seemingly trudging on at first but terminating faster than a grindcore microsong. Forget college, holing up at home and running to a leather institute in Adyar everyday for a blasted 'internship' isn't doing me any good either. Not exactly the picture perfect holidaying, filled with guitar and Ghatam learning interspersed with photography and reading and other cool stuff I had imagined.

     Abruptly moving on, I find myself obligated to tell you that this blog underwent a major identity crisis a few months back. That, coupled with a chronologically well placed writer's block became an excellent excuse for some good ol' slacking off, bumming around, and generally being useless, so much so that even Guggu's CLRI inspired threat of skinning and curing me alive unless I picked the pen up fell on deaf ears.

   Oh, and why the identity crisis? Was reading blogs of ex-school/college mates to get new ideas and pass them off as my own. And for some reason I couldn't get past the title or the tagline. A few exhibits:

• Suyash's blog "Say Whaa..?" is "A bevy of thoughts locked up in a beautiful mind".
• Anirudh's "Blog about opinions" has "Snippets of thought from a brimming mind."
• Sreedip's myuntamedmind.wordpress.com, the blog being Doubts of a Wild Mind~! . 

You see what I did there? 
For days and days together, the brain was racked a lot of times, the five stages of grief were experienced and a lot of management techniques such as 'corporate renewal' and 'retrenchment policies' were applied to The Pot Jamming Sessions in order to give it a reinvention of sorts, try to reflect pseudo hipster stuff like the others. You know, profound and shit.

Ha ha... Yeah, right.

When asked what the unifying theme of his work Freakonomics was, the author Steven Levitt started blustering, to which a lot of economists jumped in and offered what they saw as the theme. This continued until the philosopher Robert Noznick interrupted. 

"How old are you, Steve?" he asked.

"Twenty-six."

Nozick turned to the other fellows: "He's 26 years old. Why does he need to have a unifying theme? Maybe he's going to be one of those people who's so talented he doesn't need one. He'll take a question and he'll just answer it, and it'll be fine."

See?

Of course, that anecdote was for people like Steven Levitt, a brilliantly talented Harvard graduate. Poor droids like myself, extreme lethargy is the best known cause for maintaining status quo. Therefore, I'm back to my usual ramblings, posting desultory, redundant satire on this minimally themed blog.  

On a happier note, it's good to be back, finally. Keep watching this space for more sessions.