Ubuntu - :-)

"A person with ubuntu is open and available to others, affirming of others, does not feel threatened that others are able and good, for he or she has a proper self-assurance that comes from knowing that he or she belongs in a greater whole and is diminished when others are humiliated or diminished, when others are tortured or oppressed."


Archbishop Desmond Tutu

CULT SONG VIDEO

I wanted to participate in English Extempore but then Wayanad happened!

I love the cool breeze brushing my face while standing on the edge of the train bogey, staring at the fast moving expanses of green fields and sturdy palms. I love to be alone and talking to myself. It is perhaps the best time to think about oneself and also to forget about oneself; and both at the same time! I have always been warned about standing thus, but I have loved to see my shadow dance along at the train's pace, despite the landscape; flitting by the train and jumping at every odd stone.

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After Ragam, Eric asked me 'was the promise kept?'.

Yes it was fucking kept fuckingly!

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When I was in s4, I was disillusioned about Ragam and CET. I had castles in the air and an air of cheer. I had thrown an ace hoping that the nine was amiss, but bingo! came down the nine and drowned my ace.

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I saw a few TV slow shots and found that the most venomous of snakes arch backwards to take aim before lurching to bite. And I learned somewhere along the way that the fighter might crouch before the pounce.

I can say that I wrote whatever I did write with a sense of purpose and with audacity wherever it needed to be. And I read with an open mind and acuity. I went along with a bubbly spirit and met with dire death a coupla times but remained stone facedly stoical. I found in people the will to do and aided them doing. I sapped from them without compromise. But like the snake and the fighter when did I take the breather that ain't a breather! Okay I take it now!

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Wayanad is the most beautiful place in Kerala. And that is where it all distilled over.

There were tea estates and scenic backdrops on the way....

A rock and a few rock climbers....

A cave and a few old paintings and writings...

A waterfall and a few jobless people.

We all posed for photos, wondered at what we saw and imagined being heroes.

The rock climbing at Edakkal taught me the value of perseverance.
The cave writings humbled me.
And Soochipara mesmerized!

Thanks Pranav for helping us in not being killed by Eric.
Thanks Ajay Chettan for the camera gimmicks.
Thanks Amar for the one-liners.
Thanks Aravind and Vineeth for the safe driving.
Thanks Pattar for the foiled drama.
And Thanks Eric for all the POLICING!

Now to be reclusive and distanced. Lost.
I came home to durga and her hymns.

PS:- Eric wanted an explosive and a forceful blog. I wanted a soft one with a lot of hidden jabs and pre-suppositions. I win!

Ragam beckons

“Do what kicks you.”, said Ananth Padmanabhan on one of his routine visits to my place.

I looked back at college life and I found, that, it's pretty much what I have done over the past two years and a half. I have been a small part of big things and thats the way I like it. I haven't run things, but I have been part of running things.

And its always small things that kick me!

Despite my effort to repeat for JEE I gave my part in first year. Despite the extenuating circumstances of my household I gave my part in the past three sems too. This sem ain't no different. Tomorrow I pack for Calicut. RAGAM. It might mark the fag end of what I do for the college! I have no idea what is in store. Let me take it as it comes.

But this Ragam is different. I go with a queer set of people. People whom I have looked upto before!

More on that later, maybe.

Last year was quite fun and interesting despite Silk Route :-) .......

I was able to pay back a small installment of a loan yesterday, Thanks to Eric. It is a kind of a loan that will never be repaid fully. But I will keep trying! Keep trying, I will!

They dun hav a smiley for this!

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New Orkut abt me Mirrored!!

I have changed this column many times.
[And I have had a very dedicated fan following for this column:- frankly!]
Tells a lot about me not being a 'fixed construct'! Keeps changing! Has a very 'fluid' character for that matter.

Not just that but also this that one small column is too short for describing individuals.

There are people who leave this column unfilled and also people who give a link to their blog. I do not want to leave this unfilled nor do I want to leave a link to my blogspot.
My blog too aint not complete. Its a concoction of personal reflections and it is as incomplete as my about me tab has ever been.

The following has been my blogger 'about me' for long now!

"On a short journey called 'life'; intrepid at exploring the whole road; indefatigable and travelling even through the nights; perspicacious to learn from every crossing; gregarious and convivial at the weekend parties;eclectic in philosophy and ideals;cogent, forceful and vociferous in speech; ingenuous in relationships; crusader of the written word and a dilettante at etymology."

Contrary to it, I do not want my life to be short, I stay within my confines mostly instead of trekking through the whole road and I am sleepy by 1 a.m! I have not learned all I could from my failures, I havent accepted from the pick of philosophies, I have enjoyed very few parties, have won too few debates, done too little of literary crusades and have been silent at the most compromising of moments.

Despite such dire incongruities, the stuff remains my best 'about me'!

th3margi
5/3/07

XGL Beryl Screenshot - (Edgy)

First cut is the deepest!!

The first cut is the deepest

Sheryl crow


I would have given you all of my heart
But there's someone who's torn it apart
And he's taken all that I had
But, if you want, I'll try to love again
Baby I'll try to love again but I know

The first cut is the deepest
Baby, I know, the first cut is the deepest
When it comes to being lucky he's cursed
When it comes to loving me he's worse

I still want you by my side
Just to help me dry the tears that I've cried
And I'm sure gonna give you a try
And, if you want, I'll try to love again
Baby I'll try to love again but I know

The first cut is the deepest
Baby, I know, the first cut is the deepest
When it comes to being lucky he's cursed
When it comes to loving me he's worse


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"amaroK" rocks dood3!

I came to hear sheryl crow while amarok was cooking random playlists for me while I was sitting 'not so unusually jobless' in front of zaphod (machine name).
And I thought about my search for my girl. And how the search continued.

March

March is in the air. A new March.
One of promise and a few calls.

MAGIC

I am here for personal reflection. I have turned into a very poor blogger. I do not blog about what I do, mostly. Not even about where all I go. Its increasingly personal reflection. Not that things are not happening. They are. But for me my disillusionment and loss are still the issues that find blogspace.

Despite the disillusionment I find that I cant keep from contributing. This week was for the college mag stuff with pattar. Quality stuff.

“What do we write for the college mag.. we wondered.. and we zeroed in on 'nonsense'.. Not nonsensical prose mind you..but how absurd is the logic behind the world’s behaviour at large.. “

What churned out is not exactly nonsense. We dug at all 'em big guys. We dug at them who we think are our people and they would take it in their stride. Why not one peg for torque when they are household name. What about one for Pranav, the gsec. Why not roast Eric, pattar, Anila and kk.

Between I got kicked with caffeine. That was pattar's magic. How could it happen just after being swahahed.

Today was rocking. CCD is magic. They sell all the God knows what at exorbitant prices and I still keep going.

It was t3rmin4tor's treat. Me, Reuben, Kamal and Manu.

Despite the disillusionment and excessive school-nostaliga-obsession, I know these guys too are my people. Driven. Hilarious. Able. Thanks Manu for Uniart. Kamal for Opera and Reuben for What not!

Thanks t3rmin4tor for dapper.

Thanks Lord for all the magic.