Movies and ads

Was watching this movie in a theatre:

There was a lot of shouting in the drama.

There were many ads.
I enjoyed watching the ads.

The movie was like the inevitable noise that one sometimes hears in a busy bus stop where a just arrived family is trying their best not to kill each other.

It got too real in the second half. There was… Nevermind!

That is where I left the auditorium.

The movie was named: This is where I leave you.

What fun!


Organic growth and manure.

A lot talk about organic growth these days.


Old Illustration of KG’s fort, found in an exhibit

This caught my attention among others.
Reminded me of the Stronghold Crusader map.


Street. Noise

The sound bites one hears in a market place often carry a great deal of value. I’ve heard a few life lessons thrown around casually. The most common one were about survival. They warn people of the hazards they might face in real life.

The adaptive language that people use emphasizes pertinency. The survival theme runs far and wide. Everybody talks about it. One observes what’s being conveyed.
One gets the feeling that the concerns of daily life in many people’s lives center around the right to live.
Taking measures to simply survive.

The question of evolving into a greater civilization is thus pushed to the background for supposedly better folks to talk about and seemingly irrelevant falling under the terms of: It simply is not our problem.

Great systems are composed of smaller entities in general cases. If intelligence is something that one learns: our minds are shaped by the learnings passed on to us be it from the streets or in great halls.


Unethical people.

Add that to the list.
Let it be known we have seen them too.

Slabs of road

They were scooping up whole chunks of the road and digging deeper to reveal the fibre optics underground today.
The excavator was ripping the cables like it was a few strands of the spiders web.
They were piling the fresh dirt on the side much like the layering of a black forrest treat. Slabs of pukka road was pushed on top of it and the whole spirinked with broken steel pipes. Got out of their way before they started serving the cake.


Beats every cubicle I’ve even been in.

One of the reasons why I don’t go to work.


As always.tread lightly.

Was waiting for my overpriced chicken the other day. It was to be my dinner. The video screen on the wall promised great taste and the specially flavored graphics was quite enticing. Was looking forward to the great meal. One wouldn’t dare think of the meal as anything less after watching the video. The queue was long and the ad was well placed and repeated like 4x; What I imagine to be in the likes of Prof. Dolores Umbridge’s thought process: “…to ensure maximum retention”.

Outside, a tiny creature of a kid in ragged clothes was chasing after a fast-moving SUV on foot in the busy intersection. One sees these things on TV btw; Heart warming stories of the kind-hearted folks who lookout their wagons to
see the poor folks in the Indian streets suffering from the latest economic depression or whatnot and they try to reach out to help them when asked. Begging near the traffic signals is a familiar sight. No intro needed there; strategic placement with multiple moving targets and continual replenishment naturally increases the chances for maximum hits (one guesses ;-)

Well, in this case the kind-hearted person was this foreigner lady with concerned look on her face (why wouldn’t she be!?) trying to fend off this begging kid with something clutched in her hand out of the passenger side window.

All this while the traffic lights were green and the intersection buzzing with terrific traffic. The kid’s running was amazing and his grasp was successful to say the least.

My chicken was now ready and I got distracted to notice what happened after that.

Later, from my vantage, I could see him rendezvous with his teammates: the familiar sight of a lady carrying a starving child, who were handling the rest of the traffic and when that became too fast; the pedestrians. The beggar lady directing the begging efforts with great command potential.

Risking lives – both theirs and others’ in an effort towards what end?

What we learned many years ago in a story written by some long-forgotten Hindi author was that when the real beggars do show up; people will stop caring for there were just too many impostors conning people.

In all fairness, the chicken actually tasted good.
(not great, but good)


When the originals take up!

Sometimes one tries to do something and fails at it miserably.

Seeing this another comes up and says for example you type like a child or drum silly beats;
and quickly brings up his courage and shows us how it should be done well.

It is a happy feeling to sometimes see anyone level up.
I believe us being sucky at certain things inspires many originals to reveal themselves.

Have only heard of this in Tamil class!

Heard of this;
found an English translation.



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