Tuesday, June 22, 2010

grrrrrr @ blogspot

911- blog missing!
i remember a few blogs that i had posted round here. but i am not able to find em.
for instance there was a blog about socrates on love and marriage. poof!
since i love th story a bit, 'm gonna go at it again.
i heard this story on a lazy tired evening, by a campfire after a day long hike.

one fine morning, Socrates picked up a weird topic to speak on. he grumbled about how the forest they live by has excellent timber, all lying ignored in the depths of the forest. n then he sent all of his pupils on a exploration spree. he asked em to find the best tree in the forest.
his pupils ventured far and long. meticulously analyzing trees they could find. n every time they found a good tree, they critically evaluated its wood, n sunk into doubt. whether this tree really was the best? was it really the tree they were lookin for. n they moved on, till dawn became dusk. needless to say, each and everyone of th pupils returned embarrassed and empty handed.. with nothing to show for.

the next morning, Socrates told the guys.." theres no wood left to make fire, quick.. get me firewood to make our morning tea." within no time, a huge pile of timber lay in front of Socrates eyes.

n then Socrates said softly.. friends, this is the difference between love and marriage. when you long for love, you await whats perfect. and perfection is a myth.
but when you are looking for marriage, you tend to get more realistic, compromising, and ultimately accept what suits your needs.

Monday, June 21, 2010

wc fever

damn i see brazil play this cup n i miss carlos. more importantly, th intuitive telepathy that was th hallmark of brazils game last time is evidently lacking. this time th gameplay is rougher, n th mindblowing set-ups and executions are somewhat missing. however, that same quality is now a feature of spains game.
i also wonder about th whole jabulani controversy. considering all the shots being misfired, its likely that this soccer ball has remarkably different dynamics, specifically a different flight, swing and kick-contact behaviour. i only hope players get used to this ball fast, n the game becomes more football n less physics.
some people say this world cup is less about stars n more about teams. i believe football is just as much about midfield play as it is about acrobatics and tricks of the strikers. so its just as much of the coach's homework and set-ups as about the unpredictable live game we see on tv.
lastly i regret the time i spend on watchin football. with exams barely 6 days away, i hope i can cut down on it for a week.

but then, damnit, wimbledon ka pehla round bhi chalu ho gaya, n th first match of first seeded federer vs the largely unknown n unseeded falla was classical federer. federer lost th first two sets.. 3rd set was at 4 games all when his element begins to kick in. 3rd set goes to federer after much friction with falla, fourth set goes to federer in a tie break, and the federer, as usual, steps on the gas, n demolishes the lesser known falla a merciless 6-0.. rawrrr!maza aa gaya!

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

the silly math of life

well plannin for exams n cuttin down on the hours i sleep made me realise the weird math of life.
we spend almost one third of our lives in immature childhood or demented dependant senility.
of the remaining two third, we spend almost half sleeping. the richest man in europe n the most ignorant aborgine in middle of the desert are at par with one other in comforts for this beautiful half of life
so for barely two sixth of our lifes, thats like just 30% of the net time does it really matter whether you are rich, whether you are successful, whether you are handsome/beautiful, whether you are famous/unknown, whether you are moral/criminal, wheter you are loved or lonely, wheter you conquer or relinquish, whether you cheat or be cheated..
the silly math of life. everything we do, everything we percieve, everything we feel. and everything we can ever be. it all boils down to thirty percent.