slumbering dogs

So slumdog millionaire wins AR Rahman his first Oscar. Matter of fact, slumdog has won pretty much everything it was nominated for.

This proves one thing - the Oscar committee does not really understand Bombay/Mumbai; most people who've stayed in Bombay would agree the film is extremely superficial in its treatment of fairly realistic issues. It just didn't feel right.

Is this a good film? Well, sort of. Is this anywhere close to Trainspotting? No. Has Rahman made better music? Yes.

But, the white boys and girls have decided this worthy of their prize, and as in Frost/Nixon "there is no success like success in America".

One positive offshoot of all of this is that maybe more people will start acknowledging Rahman as a music director. Not that he needs it, but the massive ignorance of anything east of Europe will (should?) decrease.

Economics is an exact science

Dan McFadden, on being asked how many economists were present at the 100th anniversary of the Nobel Prize:

"About 18. I can't give an exact number..."

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Deconstruction

The fallen that dreams suicide; takes the needle instead of the gun.

The victim who self crucifies can't realize, Christ is a weapon that chisels at our lives. Deconstruction, deconstruction.

The martyr takes his aim, and wounds the holy man.

On the eight day, God made the art of War, and laughing planned the End.

Who will lick my wounds when the earth swallows the light, who will eat the decay when the worms have lost their sight? Can you see tomorrow if I open up your eyes, will you stand in line while the shepherd hunts his sheep?

Deconstruct my reality and watch me slip away, I am the dog.

sleep the sleep of the dead

9 and a half hours of sleep last night after a very very long time

such is bliss.

ooh, and yesterday, a walk in the rain with the immovable force. he looked so...ordinary...and *gasp* shy! like me, avoiding the potluck.

people, people. i have an important announcement to make: Testament's "Return to Serenity" is the most peaceful song any heavy metal outfit ever wrote. In fact, it's probably one of the most peaceful songs ever...take a listen at that chorus, it's like a prayer not a song. Why they went all heavy and almost death metal later on is a mystery.

But that song, I tell you. Wow.

"And I'm so alone
My head's my home, I return
to Serenity
So alone (so alone)
And I
And I
I return
to Serenity"

anybody care to read my paper on coal mines and electric utilities?

sar jhuka

Ek din, bas ek din, apne saare, zakhm gin
Ek raat, bas ek raat, tu soch kya, huwa tere saath
Khud se kahaan tak bhaagoge, subaah jaati hai kab jaagoge
Duniya ne kanta kat-te gaye, khud ko kahaan tak kaatoge
Saans lo, dum bharo, chillaakar, sab se kaho
Sar jhuka, khuda hoon main
Aasmaanon pe khada hoon main

Har sparsh mein, kheenchaav hai, har dosti mein tanaav hai
Duwa bhi mein, bala bhi mein, meri dava, mera ghaav hai
Aadhi roshni, aadhe andhere, aadhi zindagi yun na jalaao
Tum jo sochte hai woh tum ho
Socho jaago sab ko jagaao
Saans lo, dum bharo, chillaakar, sab se kaho
Sar jhuka, khuda hoon main -2
Aasmaanon pe khada hoon main


Ye sahi hai, ye galat, meri maano, socho mat
Ye na pehno, woh na bolo, ho sake toh munh na kholo
Ye pado mat, woh suno mat, main chununga, tum chuno mat
Kat-te jaao, mit-te jaao, dabna seekho, dabte jaao
Bas ab aur nahin, ab aur nahin, aur nahin, ab aur nahin
Bas aur nahin, ab aur nahin
(Aur nahin, ab aur nahin, bas aur nahin, ab aur nahin
Aur nahin, ab aur nahin, bas aur nahin)
Saans lo, dum bharo, chillaakar, sab se kaho
Sar jhuka, khuda hoon main

music is prescient.

who will answer this helplesness?

seether

has anyone seen the breathless coverage of what happened a week ago? of course you must have.

loads of people in the department office today asked me if i had any family in bombay.

i've never felt so angry about anything in my life. everything else pales into comparison right now.

Bear witness to freedom's fall
Tomorrow kiss goodbye a little more, as they watch us all
All play dead

I'll sleep in this quiet room where
no one sees, I'll play dead
All play dead

If I play dead, I am dead.

lost in the valley without my horses, no one can tell me what my remorse is

at grad pub today, comment made by one of our party: "look around us! we're the most unhappiest group here!"

please note this is a gathering of graduate students; to look unhappy amongst a group of graduate students is an achievement.

To quote George Orwell, "You know you have reached the dogs. And you can stand it. That alone, gives you a sense of peace."

RHCP's "She looks to me" is beautiful...

"down on the bathroom she searches for another light, she looks to me, she looks to me"

"It looks to me like heaven sent this for your roughest night"

Why is it that sorrow is often beautiful and happiness ridiculous?