Just cooked this up -

ANGST stands for


AGONIZING

NEUROSIS

GOADING

SOLIPSIST

TEMERITY

Just cooked this up -
ANGST stands for

AGONIZING
NEUROSIS
GOADING
SOLIPSIST
TEMERITY

Uninspiring, insipid people are the worst to be with.

I've worked with people who were not fluent in English or found it difficult to express themselves as intended and also with people who were not good at their work. But they were still better off because they TRIED to improve, which in itself was and is inspiring. Working with people who intentionally don't make an effort are by far the worst because they bottle up your capabilities and affect the overall team morale.

Sometimes, the obvious solution that pops up is to get another job. Is this really the solution? No, because uninspiring, insipid, maggotheaded idiots are everywhere. The solution is to figure out the modus operandi of these morons, then work with them.


Samuel L Jackson in 'Unbreakable' was right- these ARE mediocre times.

Uninspiring, insipid people are the worst to be with.
I've worked with people who were not fluent in English or found it difficult to express themselves as intended and also with people who were not good at their work. But they were still better off because they TRIED to improve, which in itself was and is inspiring. Working with people who intentionally don't make an effort are by far the worst because they bottle up your capabilities and affect the overall team morale.
Sometimes, the obvious solution that pops up is to get another job. Is this really the solution? No, because uninspiring, insipid, maggotheaded idiots are everywhere. The solution is to figure out the modus operandi of these morons, then work with them.

Samuel L Jackson in 'Unbreakable' was right- these ARE mediocre times.

I am not learning anything new. I feel like a lamb to a slaughter; just waiting for time to go by. The organ in my head is dead... heading for the meatboard. I have a surrounding that is equally mediocre, that compliments my sad state. I am crouching on the edge of the parapet looking down in the flame pit that starts from a few hundred metres below the edge. The glow from the fire illuminates my face which betrays the stagnant state in which I am in right now. I am so close to crying but can't because crying won't fix it. This is not an emotional problem, it's a problem that deals with my existence, the obsolete state in which my creative potential lies in right now. I lean forward and drop into the fire...


I drop right through the flames. I am now floating in a cool dark space where I can see the blanket of flame above me through which I plummeted for a few hours. I don't have the body I had. I am a smoke like entity now. Amazingly I can still feel the sensations I did when I was human. I feel the cool air around me, the peace I was bereft of. I am suddenly in full view of all existence, each looking at me and questioning, now what. The air pocket that held me up gives in and I drop again...


I am looking at the keyboard. I'm staring at the letter 'J'. January is when I will start my French classes. That's when I will finally do something worthwhile; learn something new. This therapy better work. If not, it will be time for drastic measures.

I am not learning anything new. I feel like a lamb to a slaughter; just waiting for time to go by. The organ in my head is dead... heading for the meatboard. I have a surrounding that is equally mediocre, that compliments my sad state. I am crouching on the edge of the parapet looking down in the flame pit that starts from a few hundred metres below the edge. The glow from the fire illuminates my face which betrays the stagnant state in which I am in right now. I am so close to crying but can't because crying won't fix it. This is not an emotional problem, it's a problem that deals with my existence, the obsolete state in which my creative potential lies in right now. I lean forward and drop into the fire...

I drop right through the flames. I am now floating in a cool dark space where I can see the blanket of flame above me through which I plummeted for a few hours. I don't have the body I had. I am a smoke like entity now. Amazingly I can still feel the sensations I did when I was human. I feel the cool air around me, the peace I was bereft of. I am suddenly in full view of all existence, each looking at me and questioning, now what. The air pocket that held me up gives in and I drop again...

I am looking at the keyboard. I'm staring at the letter 'J'. January is when I will start my French classes. That's when I will finally do something worthwhile; learn something new. This therapy better work. If not, it will be time for drastic measures.

Was at the NGMA sketch club yesterday. I actually draw better with the pencil than the pen, unlike the other way around. This has to be done, like pilgrimage. Gotto go every Sunday. It's getting more and more difficult to motivate the self to become a student all over again. The thing is, this is where and when I feel alive, when I learn like a student.

Was at the NGMA sketch club yesterday. I actually draw better with the pencil than the pen, unlike the other way around. This has to be done, like pilgrimage. Gotto go every Sunday. It's getting more and more difficult to motivate the self to become a student all over again. The thing is, this is where and when I feel alive, when I learn like a student.

Yesterday, I ordered two books on animal drawing techniques from Amazon. The books cost $20 and the shipping costs $17!! Anyways, I didn't have much choice since these books weren't easily available here. They should be here in 2 weeks. I found a book on Human figure drawing the net with all the pages scanned, 22mb. Give some, take some!

Yesterday, I ordered two books on animal drawing techniques from Amazon. The books cost $20 and the shipping costs $17!! Anyways, I didn't have much choice since these books weren't easily available here. They should be here in 2 weeks. I found a book on Human figure drawing the net with all the pages scanned, 22mb. Give some, take some!

Nitin is off to the east, a few global colleagues are out of the office, some of my friends are going through angst of all sorts, I get bored of everything, nitwits at work can ruin the day, I'm still designing websites, the animation movies I want for my collection aren't here yet, but yesterday was a good day.

After my Sunday sketching class at National Gallery of Modern Art, I walked down to Pragati Maidan for the annual Trade Fair. I took one look at the crowd outside and nearly puked. The people queued up looked like the machines breaching into Zion in 'Matrix Revolutions'. People everywhere, like packed rats and no one seemed to mind. I lost the will to go in and went into the Science Museum next door where I spent 4 hours like a little kid. That place is a good cure for the stagnant mind.

I noticed that the school children would more freely approach the constructions (which were supposed to be played with) than adults who would look at it from a distance. Why? What makes us lose our desire to experiment and question? Where are these mind blocks coming from?

Nitin is off to the east, a few global colleagues are out of the office, some of my friends are going through angst of all sorts, I get bored of everything, nitwits at work can ruin the day, I'm still designing websites, the animation movies I want for my collection aren't here yet, but yesterday was a good day.
After my Sunday sketching class at National Gallery of Modern Art, I walked down to Pragati Maidan for the annual Trade Fair. I took one look at the crowd outside and nearly puked. The people queued up looked like the machines breaching into Zion in 'Matrix Revolutions'. People everywhere, like packed rats and no one seemed to mind. I lost the will to go in and went into the Science Museum next door where I spent 4 hours like a little kid. That place is a good cure for the stagnant mind.
I noticed that the school children would more freely approach the constructions (which were supposed to be played with) than adults who would look at it from a distance. Why? What makes us lose our desire to experiment and question? Where are these mind blocks coming from?

Kill Bill - Volume 1

"Wiggle your big toe".

Just finished seeing Kill Bill - volume 1. This has to be the first time I wished I was any female protagonist of a movie. O Ren's past is shown in 2-d animation and I loved every frame of it. Reminds me of the 2d done in Renaissance part 1 of Animatrix:


http://www.intothematrix.com/rl_cmp/animatrix_site_ep1_480.html


I really wonder if Kill Bill will ever make it to India with it's expletives and blood flow from severed body parts like a fire hydrant run over. If you think your stomach wouldn't churn at the sight of a sword dicing bodies, go watch it. Nice movie.

Kill Bill - Volume 1

"Wiggle your big toe".
Just finished seeing Kill Bill - volume 1. This has to be the first time I wished I was any female protagonist of a movie. O Ren's past is shown in 2-d animation and I loved every frame of it. Reminds me of the 2d done in Renaissance part 1 of Animatrix:

http://www.intothematrix.com/rl_cmp/animatrix_site_ep1_480.html

I really wonder if Kill Bill will ever make it to India with it's expletives and blood flow from severed body parts like a fire hydrant run over. If you think your stomach wouldn't churn at the sight of a sword dicing bodies, go watch it. Nice movie.

Never, absolutely, keep the mind empty. It permits the self to indulge in acts and thoughts of zero value and later fester those thoughts. Just so that my brain doesn't rot, I've been busy designing a website for a biker-traveler online friend of mine. Here it is:


http://geocities.com/amol_shukla2002/


Something, somewhere, there has to be a purpose for this life... bloody hell, WHAT??!!

Never, absolutely, keep the mind empty. It permits the self to indulge in acts and thoughts of zero value and later fester those thoughts. Just so that my brain doesn't rot, I've been busy designing a website for a biker-traveler online friend of mine. Here it is:

http://geocities.com/amol_shukla2002/

Something, somewhere, there has to be a purpose for this life... bloody hell, WHAT??!!