On the verbodynamics of moving thoughts!

Shifted.

2008-11-10T23:43:00.002+05:30

I've moved to a new blog

I thank all the patient readers of Verbodynamics. I'm going to write regularly at my new blog. They may wish to subscribe to the RSS feeds of my new blog or continue to follow what I write at

www.noarbitrage.wordpress.com

Thanks

CB

Wooh

2008-09-12T00:42:00.001+05:30

I never thought I would ever get high on share price movements.
Fuck.
More later.

G

2008-07-04T00:29:00.002+05:30

Chennai - Mumbai.

End

2008-05-24T03:17:00.002+05:30

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Psychedelic playing, sitting outside, nicotine, the yard long wing.

I look at CB/PR

No more.

Conversation

2008-04-20T14:25:00.004+05:30

Me: What do you think of a PhD?

Sis: No

Me: What??

Sis: I don't want to study for so long

Me: Why?

Sis: I'm acutely conscious of my mortality.

And she's in 11th Std.

JEE

2008-04-15T14:45:00.001+05:30

Hardly did I think in 2004, that four years hence I shall be weeding out my troubles with my friends on the morning of JEE. Nice.

Yeah

2008-04-13T18:25:00.003+05:30

Date : 07.04.08
Time: 2:45 AM

Restart

2008-03-18T23:35:00.002+05:30

Cleaned my room. Desktop.
Archived all the unread blogs in Google reader.
Stacked up a set of books.

A new beginning. More frequent blogging from now on, fellows! :-)
Long time since I've written anything that's made me feel good.

Two more months in IITM! :-(
This place is the best thing that has happened to me in life.

Right now, Fiber spinning. Over and out.

Ya.

2008-03-04T15:58:00.002+05:30

Officially done.
Trust is a liability, isn't it.
Fuck it.

How many times, how many times have I realized.

Fucking learn. Learn.

Ya.

2008-02-27T21:15:00.002+05:30

Tough times. I need to work to save my degree. Apart from what I've lost already.
I get this feeling that I'm a lone warrior, fighting the world.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah

2008-02-26T13:46:00.003+05:30

What a day!

KV got Caltech Fellowship!
And T Mani put intern 100kms from Amsterdam!

Shhtrrrrrrong boys!!

Of puns

2008-02-23T18:56:00.003+05:30

The South African cartoonist Zapiro apparently depicted a recent cartoon showing "George Bush's response to the Bird Flu - Bombing Turkey and the Canary Isles" :-)

And my sister's Social Board exam is coming up. In frustration she says "This is the most exasperating chapter I've ever read in history". Indeed.

Of hoardings and advertising

2008-02-11T02:42:00.000+05:30

I was thinking of this yesterday. It seems an idea worth trying out - for fun - after talking to Caesar.

A few advertising hoardings you see daily on the roads - have "Contact 98843..." written on them. The purpose is obviously simple - The contact number is that of the owner of the hoarding space. You call that number, pay the rent for a fixed period of time, and use the hoarding to put up whatever Ad you want.

Now, what if I decide to do this: I call up the guy, pay him the rent for (say) three months and get the permission to put up anything I want. I decide to retain the "Contact 98843..." on it, but change ONE digit in the number. For three months, people would call the number only to reach nowhere. After three months, when the owner actually puts his own number back, people wouldn't notice the difference and they'd stop calling. He would lose a lot of business, right?

How does it sound? :-)

Hmmm..

2008-02-08T12:10:00.000+05:30

Some sorta curse - I'm never loved as much as I love.
Aside, BTP fight starts.

Post

2008-02-03T12:08:00.000+05:30

A smart, well dressed man was sitting in the bar sipping Vodka after a long day at work.
She came along and sat next to him. They started talking. She was bloody hot. She asked him if he was single. He smiled, took a shot of Vodka and stretched her hand towards him. He took out a pen and wrote down a telephone number on her palm.

She winked at him, and he could see anticipation and happiness in her eyes.
He got out of the seat, told her 'That's my girlfriend's number', and walked off.

Poetry

2008-02-02T19:06:00.000+05:30

Poetry. I despise it. I do like some of it, but mostly, NO. I don't mean to sound mean (talk of poetry) in any of this, but reading poetry almost makes me feel my head getting heavier with Iron (III) Hydroxide. I'd ask a personal favor to anyone doing a psychology PhD or something - Please do a dissertation involving understanding a poet's (modern/medieval doesn't matter) mind. I would really like to know what the fuck goes on in their minds.

Less ironically sounding, metaphorical sense makes the most sense to me. Actually, that's the only thing which makes sense. Anything else => Iron(III) Hydroxide.

Poetry, they say, can be on any topic (especially after Renaissance when poets apparently showed the middle finger to the conservative old fellows, and started writing poems about everything). The world, human feelings, nature, life, well, alright, a whole list of things. I find it hard to think which amongst these is the worst. But my guess would be, um, I don't know.

Well, I accept I'm incapable of understanding poetry, but still, I don't get the point. How can these fellows (Note that Fellows has 'Fe' = Iron) write lines that make no sense? Oh, I get the point, you poetry lovers, it does make sense, but not to me right? Yes. I get it I get it. But I'm sorry. I can't smile at you and clap at you when you ask me to understand how beautiful it is when a stone talks to you or a bark of a tree signifies circles of life or when a snake tells you how not to go on a straight path and other such nonsense.

Some songs have wonderful lyrics, again, mostly metaphorical. I have no problems when poems or lines make sense. It's only when they talk of the obvious, or force you to see the beauty in stuff like what I just mentioned above, it's pissing off.

I was irrationally angry the other day when I suggested to KV, that we fill up two columns with pluses and minuses respectively, of poets to this world. I couldn't find a plus, but filled in 'Consume food' in the minuses.

Give me prose any day.

This post is a result of my frustration of having to go through some poetry of late.

Uncertainty

2008-01-17T15:24:00.000+05:30

Is everywhere, isn't it?

:-)

2007-12-23T20:39:00.000+05:30

Told my dad I drink. He asked me to be in control and be safe :-)
This is brilliant, I say!

Babba's status message

2007-12-13T22:54:00.000+05:30

May the M dv/dt be with you

It does

2007-11-29T11:24:00.001+05:30

It feels good to be back.

Pics

2007-11-26T22:52:00.001+05:30

This Pulitzer prize (2006) winning photograph shows two students of Mechanical Engineering at IIT Madras in one of the classes. The expression of helplessness on one student's face and the yawn on the other's shocked the entire world and humanity.

This is another Pulitzer Prize winning photograph that shows one student of Mechanical Engineering at IIT Madras collapse to a natural state of sleep in his classroom. The expression on the student's face and his desire to hug something (the back rest) portraying his inner suppressed desires, shocked the world.

Hmm

2007-11-19T17:12:00.000+05:30

If there's one thing IIT teaches you, which nothing else does, probably - It's stretching your mind - stretching the capacity of your mind to get fucked. You get fucked - You try to recuperate - You get fucked again. You get no time. Things hit you hard. You learn to smile, and come out.

Now doing

2007-11-11T21:21:00.000+05:30

Tensor Calculus :-)

Long time

2007-10-22T13:20:00.000+05:30

The Sensex is driving people out of their senses. Bhutto's People's Party clearly doesn't appeal to all the people. Lewis Hamilton needs tons of luck in his life. What's right without a left, they say. Couldn't be truer in today's world. Ditch all that. Let's get to some inputs from my side to the world.

1. Never take short to and fro walks on a street.

I did this a couple of days ago when I dropped my sister at the Dentist's place. I was waiting outside, and for lack of a better thing to do, I decided to take short walks - back and forth, and did so for a while, till I realized someone was giving me company. I looked beside, and there it was, a nice dog. It seemed like it (he/she) had discovered this new dimension in life - Back and forth walking. I stopped, waited for a minute. I started walking, and it started too. I stopped, and yes, it did, too. And then it looked up at me. (I love it when I'm so tall, the angle of inclination at which these small things look at me gives me a kick, like I'm something they look up to, really. Like I was three feet away approximately, which makes it, um, arctan(2). Pretty decent). I decided there was only one way I was going to get rid of it without scaring it. I stopped, took steps sideways (perpendicular to my original direction). It was confused, and it walked away. I felt proud.

2. IQs of RJs

I was on a nice drive, and I made a mistake. I turned the radio on, and I had to hear RJs stuttering away - with words losing their identity, and only sentences having theirs. As in, usually, an alphabet is the tiniest bit you can break down anything to, but for RJs, it's a sentence. It is, gentlemen, a fucking sentence! No, you may not have the right to listen to, or discern words that make them up. Only sentences. And, right from branding 'Kadhal' (love) as success or failure as if it were a race, to high degree illogical statements like Kadhal illamai Vazhkaye Illai ('Without love, there is no life'. I thought it was the other way around), the RJs just prove the Logarithmic IQ law of the universe. The Logarithmic IQ law (Courtesy PBK) states that there are two sets of people in this world.

Set 1: IQ1 = 100 to 160+, IQ1 = Integer
Set 2: IQ2 = log (IQ1)

These RJs are part of Set 2, with logarithmic IQs.

3. Never eat your favourite sweet and drive a car.

Never, ever, do this. It's dangerous. Like this time, when I had a small box of Kaju Burfis to keep me busy while driving. The thought process, went something like this (in a span of 10 seconds)

This Kaju burfi is brilliant - Oh, where's the brake - How can something be so good - Where the hell is the brake - Wow, wow, wow - Ah, there is the brake - Fuck, this is awesome, haven't tasted stuff like this before - Oh, there's something ahead - This is just melting in my mouth. Wow - Oh, that something is coming closer - I should buy more of these - Ok, why is the car ahead coming closer - This rocks - Ok, I need to do something, it's coming too close - Oh, shit, no, I'm going towards it - Wow, I love this again - I think I should brake - Kaju Burfi man, fuck. Pack brake - Oh no, it's a meter away - Oh, apply the brakes - Yumm, Yumm - Shit, I'm gonna bang into it - Brak...Yumm. BRAKE...

4. A Certain Professor

I heard from a MTech student here, that a certain well known senile professor of the design department in Mechanical Engineering here living his last days (Clue: Invert dasarpaviS) gives problems in exams of the following nature.

Original Problem (In a book) - ' Tom and Harry carry out a stress analysis on a beam of the following shape...... They find the critical tangential stresses to be 10 and 20 MPa. They further go on..... Dick joins them and finds out that they've missed out on the normal components of the forces. He corrects them.....'

Problem in the Exam: ' Senthil and Palaninathan carry out a stress analysis on a beam of the following shape...... They find the critical tangential stresses to be 10 and 20 MPa. They further go on..... Panneerselvam joins them and finds out that they've missed out on the normal components of the forces. He corrects them.....'

Creativity, they call it.

5. Advertising

There are so many schools today that teach advertising, the art of advertising, and the different forms of advertising. Advertisers today are moving on to subtlety, capturing emotions, spreading a strong message, developing a brand as a relation, etc. But, my dear friends, there are many who choose to think otherwise, and advertise in the most kuntriest fashion.

Well, I define Kuntryness in advertising to be this:

Kuntryness - Directly Proportional to -> T1/T2

(Or) Kuntryness Ratio = k T1/T2

Where k = Proportionality Constant
T2 = Total duration of the advertisement
T1 = Time duration when the brand name is read out

For instance, an average Ad, say a Ford Ad, would be of a minute's duration, with Ford coming for 3-4 seconds towards the end. The Kuntriness Ratio for a Ford Ad = 1/15 (Take k=1)

Consider the following Ad, which I heard on the radio the other day (It was in Tamil, I'm trying to translate it into English here)

'Saravana Stores. Saravana Stores for your mom. Saravana Stores for your dad. Saravana Stores. Saravana Stores for your brothers and sisters. Saravana Stores. Saravana Stores for Deepavali. Saravana Stores for Sarees. Saravana Stores for Jewelery. Saravana Stores. Saravana Stores for everything. Come visit. Saravana Stores. Pondy Bazaar, T Nagar. Saravana Stores. Yes, you heard it right, Saravana Stores. '

Kuntryness Ratio would be nearly 1. Fucking one! I mean, what the Sarafuckingvana is this? I swear, if at all I have enough money sometime in the future, I'm going to do a leveraged buyout of Saravana Stores and close it down.

6. Cosmozone

An Ad on Mount Road for a brand of Clothing, Cosmozone, caught my attention, even when I was driving.

Getting to the point, are we?

Fuck

2007-10-07T04:54:00.001+05:30

Fuck everything in life man. Fuck it. Fuck fuck fuck it.

Fuck it.