Hi there faithful reader

As you might have noticed, things look different now, and for a reason. I will no longer be blogging on this blog. Which is why, if you noticed, I have been very unsubtle in choosing the url of this blog (OLDblog). The reasons are many and I hope to elaborate on them on the new blog soon. The main reason, rather obviously, is that my life doesn’t suck anymore, and the reason I started blogging was to blog my sucky life and dysfunctions.

Not only have I realized that such a strategy doesn’t work for many, but also that there are way better ways to make your life less sucky.

In a word, take responsibility.

I will be writing about this soon, so head over to The New Blog.

ciao

Schizo

Wolverine: Crrraack (sound of enamel on Adamantium) duh.

Superman: Why would anyone want to be sucking lame?

Batman: If you bite the abyss, the abyss bites back

Obama: Imagine a prey that shouts “yes you can” when you bite him.

Dolphins: Watch and decide

Britney spears: Because even vampires have values

Richard Stallman: How does Open source blood sound to you?….On second thought. BITE!!

The economy: Bec GM beat you to it

Wonderwoman: barely clad amaazoninan slave yo!!

My life is in less of a mess than before, but still quiet messed

I am BROKE
Because I have been traveling and I have a new expensive hobby and am spending too much on her it.

I pant if I walk more than 200 meters
Because I went home and ate more than I should or can. And i have no control over my rather unhealthy food habits. And I have not been exercising at all

My todo list is growing at twice the rate I am finishing it
Because I am procrastinating and planning wrong and being lazy

On the other hand there is good news too

I have decided what to do next in life and am enrolling for a hospital administration course

I am writing periodically. Rough drafts

I have a new hobby who which I love and has changed my life

I have already taken steps towards fixing most of the above problems

Steps taken to help my hospital are starting to bring fruit, though much more needs to be done.

Right next to my house, growing over my terrace is a wild fig (Ficus brachypoda) tree. It has bright red berries that are a favorite with all of the twenty or so species of birds that frequent my hospitals campus. On the rare days i mange to wake up around seven, the tree is a zoo, full of chirping hopping tweeting defecating birds. Mynah, Bee eater, Koel, the humble crow, the proud Grey Hornbill, the simple sparrow, and more un identified multicolored feathers adorn that green haven everyday.

I love sitting and lying on the cemented terrace under the tree watching clouds through the leaves, birds as they flitted from berry to berry, crows fight off koels, and the hornbill bully them all. It was my fave spot to enjoy the rain, just the right amount reached to baptize me, each drop bearing the caress of a hundred leaves.

Today, when I went out to find out what the noise was, two men were chopping the big branches that grow over my terrace. Apparently a branch growing so near the house is a security risk. That it has been there for fifty years and young doctors hardly have anything worth stealing is suddenly secondary.

My hope is that the other branches will grow tall and free, and that the chirping of the birds, even if disrupted for a while will resume and life will manage to fight its way back from human oppression.

Perhaps I should have protested, and tied myself to the tree. Or, maybe as my  superintendent asked me as I stood there clearly displeased, “would you rather your house be robbed, than rob the birds of their home?”

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Dear reader,

If you have been following the news of late, you would have heard that right-wing barf-brained imbeciles with political backing (ram sena, bajrang dal, other nitwits) have decided that the cultural integrity of the glorious nation India must be exhibited by beating up helpless women outside pubs. And in other similarly stupid and childish aggressions against the constitution of the country and the people it is supposed to protect.

Obviously you cant expect the ruling right wing party in Karnataka to oppose them outright so the best they have come up with is “if they take the law into their own hands, we will let let loose the real law on them”. So the democratically elected government of Karnataka thinks beating up women is “taking the law into their own hands” and that makes the saffron wearing terrorists nationalists, just with too much zeal.

Fortunately the people are aware that the farce of democracy must continue to please the powers be and are increasingly taking things into their own hands, though not in the unlawful way.

The PINK CHADDI campaign is a brilliantly innovative Idea along the lines of Gandhij”s Satyagraha, only, hilarious.

Quoting From their Site

Step 1: It does not matter that many of us have not thought about Valentine’s Day since we were 13. If ever. This year let us send the Sri Ram Sena some love. Let us send them some PINK CHADDIS.

Look in your closet or buy them cheap. Dirt-cheap. Make sure they are PINK. Send them off to the Sena.

The address to send the package is:
The Pink Chaddi Campaign,
C/O Alternate Law Forum,
122/4 Infantry Road
(opposite Infantry Wedding House)
Bangalore 560001
Karnataka
Contact person:

Nithin (9886081269)
Nisha ( 9811893733)
Vivek(9845591798)
Ratna (09899422513)

Over Four Thousand people have so far joined this plan (me too, am going chaddi shopping soon).

So what if democracy is a sham, peoples voices will still be heard, and thankfully the educated indian seems to have woken up from its Kumbhakarnesq slumber.

Join and show some (pink chaddi) love

Ciao

schizo

I usually don’t make new year resolutions, because, lets face it, the year is old from Jan 2nd. But this year, I have to do something. I have no new resolutions, but I have needs.

In 2009

I need to start waking up earlier. Getting up at nine thirty AM has its charms, but its messing up my mornings.

Which means I need to start sleeping earlier than 2am.

I need to manage my money better.much better. At the end of 8 months of working, making 9k per month, I have just 4k in my savings account. That is pathetic. Most of my money is spent on books, travel and food.

I need to start making money Online regularly, because what I make now is not enough to see me through higher education

I need to write regularly, because a rusty sword is a burden not a weapon.

I need to start my TKD classes again and loose weight

I need to avoid the cafe coffee days and their mochachillo with whipped cream on top

I need to increase my bursts of productivity and reduce the periods of lassitude

Also, I need to stop declaring myself  as the most awesome guy on the planet, it is causing too many suicides.

Ciao

Schizo

PS: I also need a girlfriend, to pick up after me (among other things). Or a secretary.

Dear readers, from now on, you can also read me at India’s Thought terminus: Mutiny (If I get about writing more, that is)

To start with I expose a secret killer.

Isn’t it great that there’s more of me to love now?

ola

schizo

in the continuous search for permanency, we forget to appreciate the beauty of everything that is transient.  Ramya Sriram

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What is permanent anyway? Not even perception.

Reality is not an illusion but has a half life.

You really need to stop and smell the roses.

Ciao

schizo
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It is possible that in a universe without shades of gray, I would be unhappy because I would have no choice. But I really do wish in this world, we had better ways of distinguishing the moral from the immoral, and right from wrong. In the absence of such clarity, we invented fantasy fiction and superheroes.

But the post-post modern superhuman seems to be not just amoral, but incapable of distinguishing between good and evil. I find the super hero of today more of a villain than a hero. I don’t like this darker, morbid and often fatalistic universe of deals with the devil and clearly wrong choices that they have no option but to make. I like to have some place where the line between the good guys and the bad and good and evil are relatively clear, and this new pantheon of villain-heroes with psychotic streaks is disturbing and upsetting.

We all need heroes, and we need heroes we can look up to in admiration and awe, we need them for motivation, mentoring, for serving as goals, to know that it can be done. We need to have heroes who make bad choices as well as good, we need to know they are human, in that they make mistakes, but special, in that they make amends and make better choices because of the bad one’s. Being human, is not a Calvinist living hell of absolute inability to be good but a struggle to make right choices in difficult times .

The new heroes we see are different, it is not just difficult, but impossible to tell them apart from the villains.

Yes, I have been watching Heroes

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I know it’s a bit repetitive, I wrote it dammit!

He stared in wonder at the big boxes his father and the delivery man were carefully moving into the office. The office wasn’t really an office, it was just one corner of his parents’ bedroom which housed his dad’s precious typewriter perched on a table so messy as only a writer could have. His book stacks, growing with a viral intensity from the corner marked his territory. It was his sanctum sanctorm, the typewriter his ark. Though he didn’t know how, he had a feeling that things were going to change, drastically.

It was late already, his mom shushed him to bed, asking  him to let his dad be, as he clucked and grinned like a mad scientist.

When he woke up the next morning, the office looked different. For one, the table was clean and the trusty old typewriter was gone, but what amazed him the most was the replacement.  There sat in its place a giant, pale yellow square thingy with a dark screen, like a tv, perched atop another, rectangular box. which had 2 slots and was making busy noises. The keys were mounted separately, on an elongated tablet, from which a wire emerged and disappeared behind the rectangular box. The setup was quiet impressive and he had a million questions to ask his still-asleep father, but he would have to wait till he returned from school to find out what the contraption did.

He told his friends and class teacher of course, that’s what six year old’s do. And they refused to believe him, he had a reputation for making up elaborate stories when he forgot his homework. His class teacher who never hid from anyone that she was very fond of him took him aside during lunch hour and said “nandu, you make real good stories, but you are a good boy and good boy’s shouldn’t lie”.

Boy, were they in for surprises.

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