I was with India Today Group Online for 1 glorious year where I learnt to use this fantastic, open-ended, seamlessly infinite medium. The joint was headed by Arun Katiyar who made working there such a pleasure with inspiration galore- how else do you make everyone slog it out and still not hear them crib about being overworked and underpaid?! :)) I guess we just loved what we did. Arun, salaam!
We all met again after 4 years at Rodeo, in CP. The last time we partied publically was at San Marzano, then known as Pizza Pizza Express, where we created a ruckus which I was hoping we'd outdo at Rodeo, but I guess we've all sobered down a bit. Of course, you can never duplicate an event, nor the ambience of working with this boisterous gang! Check out the pics:
http://www.geocities.com/arjunkariyal/itgo/index.html
Friday, April 30, 2004
ITGO
I was with India Today Group Online for 1 glorious year where I learnt to use this fantastic, open-ended, seamlessly infinite medium. The joint was headed by Arun Katiyar who made working there such a pleasure with inspiration galore- how else do you make everyone slog it out and still not hear them crib about being overworked and underpaid?! :)) I guess we just loved what we did. Arun, salaam!
We all met again after 4 years at Rodeo, in CP. The last time we partied publically was at San Marzano, then known as Pizza Pizza Express, where we created a ruckus which I was hoping we'd outdo at Rodeo, but I guess we've all sobered down a bit. Of course, you can never duplicate an event, nor the ambience of working with this boisterous gang! Check out the pics:
http://www.geocities.com/arjunkariyal/itgo/index.html
We all met again after 4 years at Rodeo, in CP. The last time we partied publically was at San Marzano, then known as Pizza Pizza Express, where we created a ruckus which I was hoping we'd outdo at Rodeo, but I guess we've all sobered down a bit. Of course, you can never duplicate an event, nor the ambience of working with this boisterous gang! Check out the pics:
http://www.geocities.com/arjunkariyal/itgo/index.html
Tuesday, April 27, 2004
130 pushups. Nice to see those cuts again; the veins on my neck.
I'm free. I hardly miss a cigarette. It takes a will and it's possible. To be free of a chemical dependancy is to experience liberation. If I can just apply this principle to loneliness, I can overcome the need for companionship. To realize that I have only me to depend on in a crisis, and to be at peace with myself would be absolute liberation.
When I'm not working out, I indulge in self pity. Physical stress is essential for men to maintain emotional equilibrium.
Tomorrow, I want 150. C'mon ya sexy hunk, you can do it.
I'm free. I hardly miss a cigarette. It takes a will and it's possible. To be free of a chemical dependancy is to experience liberation. If I can just apply this principle to loneliness, I can overcome the need for companionship. To realize that I have only me to depend on in a crisis, and to be at peace with myself would be absolute liberation.
When I'm not working out, I indulge in self pity. Physical stress is essential for men to maintain emotional equilibrium.
Tomorrow, I want 150. C'mon ya sexy hunk, you can do it.
130 pushups. Nice to see those cuts again; the veins on my neck.
I'm free. I hardly miss a cigarette. It takes a will and it's possible. To be free of a chemical dependancy is to experience liberation. If I can just apply this principle to loneliness, I can overcome the need for companionship. To realize that I have only me to depend on in a crisis, and to be at peace with myself would be absolute liberation.
When I'm not working out, I indulge in self pity. Physical stress is essential for men to maintain emotional equilibrium.
Tomorrow, I want 150. C'mon ya sexy hunk, you can do it.
I'm free. I hardly miss a cigarette. It takes a will and it's possible. To be free of a chemical dependancy is to experience liberation. If I can just apply this principle to loneliness, I can overcome the need for companionship. To realize that I have only me to depend on in a crisis, and to be at peace with myself would be absolute liberation.
When I'm not working out, I indulge in self pity. Physical stress is essential for men to maintain emotional equilibrium.
Tomorrow, I want 150. C'mon ya sexy hunk, you can do it.
Getting things done...
This exercise starts from home. The basketball backboard and support in my apartments has been knocked down due to wear and tear and a new one needs to be put up. I've already attended 2 residence meetings to get this done and all that has happened is talk. I've sent emails to everyone I grew up with playing in the backyard, and have enough moral support and financial, if need be. I don't really know how much I'll be playing once this job is done, but this is for the kids. They deserve what we had.
Why is it difficult? C'mon, let's dissect this. The reason it's such a major task is, that one has to get around everyone's egos. There's this passage which has a series of doors blocking your way. Each door's keyholder stands by that door. Once his importance is acknowledged, he opens the door. He might make this easier for you by giving a nod to the next keyholder. how you interract with each will depend on how many doors you get past. When you get to the end, you are given a door and a key to manage!!
Why is it difficult? C'mon, let's dissect this. The reason it's such a major task is, that one has to get around everyone's egos. There's this passage which has a series of doors blocking your way. Each door's keyholder stands by that door. Once his importance is acknowledged, he opens the door. He might make this easier for you by giving a nod to the next keyholder. how you interract with each will depend on how many doors you get past. When you get to the end, you are given a door and a key to manage!!
Getting things done...
This exercise starts from home. The basketball backboard and support in my apartments has been knocked down due to wear and tear and a new one needs to be put up. I've already attended 2 residence meetings to get this done and all that has happened is talk. I've sent emails to everyone I grew up with playing in the backyard, and have enough moral support and financial, if need be. I don't really know how much I'll be playing once this job is done, but this is for the kids. They deserve what we had.
Why is it difficult? C'mon, let's dissect this. The reason it's such a major task is, that one has to get around everyone's egos. There's this passage which has a series of doors blocking your way. Each door's keyholder stands by that door. Once his importance is acknowledged, he opens the door. He might make this easier for you by giving a nod to the next keyholder. how you interract with each will depend on how many doors you get past. When you get to the end, you are given a door and a key to manage!!
Why is it difficult? C'mon, let's dissect this. The reason it's such a major task is, that one has to get around everyone's egos. There's this passage which has a series of doors blocking your way. Each door's keyholder stands by that door. Once his importance is acknowledged, he opens the door. He might make this easier for you by giving a nod to the next keyholder. how you interract with each will depend on how many doors you get past. When you get to the end, you are given a door and a key to manage!!
Saturday, April 24, 2004
Friday, April 23, 2004
Thursday, April 22, 2004
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
Damn, I've started smoking again. It's just 3 sticks a day but the point is, I've started smoking again. What's worse is, I've stopped working out. Whatever happened to those 100-pushups-a-day-200-on-weekends routine?
Today, I lit my morning cigarette, stared at it till it burnt through, without taking a single puff. Basically, I don't really need the nicotine, it's just become a habit to light up in the mornings. I must refrain now. Hope this will last through the afternoon. I HAVE to make a conscious effort to give this up. I'll gladly be a quiter here.
Get back to where you once belong.
Today, I lit my morning cigarette, stared at it till it burnt through, without taking a single puff. Basically, I don't really need the nicotine, it's just become a habit to light up in the mornings. I must refrain now. Hope this will last through the afternoon. I HAVE to make a conscious effort to give this up. I'll gladly be a quiter here.
Get back to where you once belong.
Damn, I've started smoking again. It's just 3 sticks a day but the point is, I've started smoking again. What's worse is, I've stopped working out. Whatever happened to those 100-pushups-a-day-200-on-weekends routine?
Today, I lit my morning cigarette, stared at it till it burnt through, without taking a single puff. Basically, I don't really need the nicotine, it's just become a habit to light up in the mornings. I must refrain now. Hope this will last through the afternoon. I HAVE to make a conscious effort to give this up. I'll gladly be a quiter here.
Get back to where you once belong.
Today, I lit my morning cigarette, stared at it till it burnt through, without taking a single puff. Basically, I don't really need the nicotine, it's just become a habit to light up in the mornings. I must refrain now. Hope this will last through the afternoon. I HAVE to make a conscious effort to give this up. I'll gladly be a quiter here.
Get back to where you once belong.
Wednesday, April 14, 2004
Jump!
I'm on a ship and I can see something on the horizon, but can't figure out what it is. Suddenly, there's this craving to approach it and I mutter under my breath. I continue to stare and hope lazily that my ship would accelarate and catch up. The fog is building up and the object of desire is fading like a ghost, teasing and challenging me to jump off and try swimming towards it; a task that appears to spell doom, intimidating me with the vicious depths of the ocean.
It feels good to be on board, with all the luxuries my friends might envy me for. I feel lucky to be here, but now, deprived, of not possessing that, what I see glimmering on the horizon. This is the very purpose of the human, to remain unsatisfied with what has been acquired, and go for that ellusive glimmer.
I look back and glance at the crew. They're growing fat and are sprawled out all over the deck, complaining about how blue the sky is or how watery the ocean is. I'm getting sick of it. I look down, ashamed at myself. I take off my jacket. I scramble onto the hull and take one hard look at the glimmer. I lean forward.
It feels good to be on board, with all the luxuries my friends might envy me for. I feel lucky to be here, but now, deprived, of not possessing that, what I see glimmering on the horizon. This is the very purpose of the human, to remain unsatisfied with what has been acquired, and go for that ellusive glimmer.
I look back and glance at the crew. They're growing fat and are sprawled out all over the deck, complaining about how blue the sky is or how watery the ocean is. I'm getting sick of it. I look down, ashamed at myself. I take off my jacket. I scramble onto the hull and take one hard look at the glimmer. I lean forward.
Jump!
I'm on a ship and I can see something on the horizon, but can't figure out what it is. Suddenly, there's this craving to approach it and I mutter under my breath. I continue to stare and hope lazily that my ship would accelarate and catch up. The fog is building up and the object of desire is fading like a ghost, teasing and challenging me to jump off and try swimming towards it; a task that appears to spell doom, intimidating me with the vicious depths of the ocean.
It feels good to be on board, with all the luxuries my friends might envy me for. I feel lucky to be here, but now, deprived, of not possessing that, what I see glimmering on the horizon. This is the very purpose of the human, to remain unsatisfied with what has been acquired, and go for that ellusive glimmer.
I look back and glance at the crew. They're growing fat and are sprawled out all over the deck, complaining about how blue the sky is or how watery the ocean is. I'm getting sick of it. I look down, ashamed at myself. I take off my jacket. I scramble onto the hull and take one hard look at the glimmer. I lean forward.
It feels good to be on board, with all the luxuries my friends might envy me for. I feel lucky to be here, but now, deprived, of not possessing that, what I see glimmering on the horizon. This is the very purpose of the human, to remain unsatisfied with what has been acquired, and go for that ellusive glimmer.
I look back and glance at the crew. They're growing fat and are sprawled out all over the deck, complaining about how blue the sky is or how watery the ocean is. I'm getting sick of it. I look down, ashamed at myself. I take off my jacket. I scramble onto the hull and take one hard look at the glimmer. I lean forward.
Sunday, April 11, 2004
songs in my playlist
Woooah- its a utopian existence of a dream, a passing cloud in which Dave Matthews serenades 'Crash into me' and this dream seeps through me like I'm a permeable entity suddenly solidified when Matchbox 20 howls out '3 a.m.' and 'Long Day'; WHAM! I'm catapulted into a steel wall with my face flattened out against it and the very fading in of Enya (in the same playlist?!) dissintegrates the wall and I float, rising slowly, like I were in the dome of a church a hundred feet high with just one light source above and the crescendo of the chorus pulls me up into an Irish landscape (I've been there, yes, physically) where Sting echoes in 'They Dance Alone', suspending me in limbo, a very peaceful limbo, almost futilitarian.
Snap out of it. Gotto to take mom and the dogs to Palam Vihar. Brother's waiting and it's a long drive.
Snap out of it. Gotto to take mom and the dogs to Palam Vihar. Brother's waiting and it's a long drive.
songs in my playlist
Woooah- its a utopian existence of a dream, a passing cloud in which Dave Matthews serenades 'Crash into me' and this dream seeps through me like I'm a permeable entity suddenly solidified when Matchbox 20 howls out '3 a.m.' and 'Long Day'; WHAM! I'm catapulted into a steel wall with my face flattened out against it and the very fading in of Enya (in the same playlist?!) dissintegrates the wall and I float, rising slowly, like I were in the dome of a church a hundred feet high with just one light source above and the crescendo of the chorus pulls me up into an Irish landscape (I've been there, yes, physically) where Sting echoes in 'They Dance Alone', suspending me in limbo, a very peaceful limbo, almost futilitarian.
Snap out of it. Gotto to take mom and the dogs to Palam Vihar. Brother's waiting and it's a long drive.
Snap out of it. Gotto to take mom and the dogs to Palam Vihar. Brother's waiting and it's a long drive.
Saturday, April 03, 2004
Dreams
I have spent long durations indulging in ideating a lifestyle in which I'm in a house surrounded by trees; on the first floor which is nothing but one sprawling thatched balcony which extends way beyond the porch cradling a new Beetle; in a hammock where I'd spend long durations indulging in absolutely nothing beyond listening to John Coltrane and the wind whistling through the flora.
The trouble is, it's going to take a lot of hard work to get there. So here we go, working on the straws for that thatch!
The trouble is, it's going to take a lot of hard work to get there. So here we go, working on the straws for that thatch!
Dreams
I have spent long durations indulging in ideating a lifestyle in which I'm in a house surrounded by trees; on the first floor which is nothing but one sprawling thatched balcony which extends way beyond the porch cradling a new Beetle; in a hammock where I'd spend long durations indulging in absolutely nothing beyond listening to John Coltrane and the wind whistling through the flora.
The trouble is, it's going to take a lot of hard work to get there. So here we go, working on the straws for that thatch!
The trouble is, it's going to take a lot of hard work to get there. So here we go, working on the straws for that thatch!
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