Monday, December 26, 2005

A Short story


Throughout his life, Roland Burke never cared for anyone- neither his family nor his society. But now, when he learnt that he was the victim of a terminal illness, Roland wanted to do something for someone other than him. He wondered if he still had any chances to go to heaven.

He was lost in thought and his eyes grew tired. Suddenly, he saw a flash of light before him. He opened his eyes to see a beautiful lady dressed in white. Roland could not believe his eyes.
The lady spoke in a mellifluous voice.
"Roland, you have another 40 days to live. I know that you want to go to heaven. It is true that you've never done anything so bad that you could be sent to hell. But it is also true that you've not done anything good either. So, how can I send you to heaven?" she asked.

Roland knew he had to beg his way to heaven. "O Lady!" he prayed. "I can do some good in these 40 days. Tell me what I should do? Should I take care of my family which is in a poor state or should I help in improving the society?"

"Spend the rest of your life working for the society," she replied. "I shall take care of your family provided you work for the society till your death. In that case, you shall also find your way into heaven."

Saying this, the lady disappeared into thin air. Roland could sense a fragrance of flowers as she left. He got up with a start. "Was it a dream?" he wondered. Just then, a nurse came into his room.
"Sister, please tell me the truth," Roland asked her. "How many days am I going to live?"
"I am sorry to say this, Mr. Burke. But you have just a month."
"But she told me that I had another 40 days."
"Who said?"
"An angel! I saw her now. She said that I should work for the society and if I did, she would take care of my poor family and send me to heaven."
"Oh! You must have been dreaming. Look Mr. Burke. Don’t you think you must take care of your family? After all, they are the ones who care so much for you."
"Oh God! I am so confused. What shall I do?"
"Relax Mr. Burke! Think over it."

The next day, Roland was discharged from the hospital. He sold his house, his market shares and his land for a large amount of money. He withdrew all the money from his bank account.

The next one month was his busiest and happiest in his life. He spent all his money and time for the orphans and the disabled. He donated liberally to social organizations.

One day, as Roland was coming out of an orphanage, a speeding truck headed straight for him and hit him. The next second, Roland found himself lying in a pool of blood. He was surrounded by a crowd. He was in his deathbed when the nurse came walking towards him. It was his 30th day as she had predicted.

"Roland. Didn't I tell you to work for your family?" she asked. "After 30 days, you improved your society. But your family members are still dying for their daily bread. Who would take care of them now?"
"You were right," he muttered. "I made a mistake."

The crowd around him was puzzled. One of them said, "Who is he speaking to? There's no one there."
"Who knows?" replied another. "He may be talking to God. They say that you see God on your deathbed."

Smiling, the nurse went back the way she came, leaving a fragrance of flowers behind.

I sent this story for the TEXT CONTEST at Dunno what went wrong-- my story was at the 13th postition among 15 entries. I thought that those who had written comments would have stated why it scored so less. But they too had mentioned it was good.
Here is the link:
Strange web..strange geeks..


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Friday, December 23, 2005


The New Year is nearing and people say that no one knows what it holds in store for us. But I do. Among others, one thing I know about and expecting are some of the great movies that are going to be released in 2006.

Here is my list of the most awaited movies of 2006.

1. Lady in the water (English):

Written and directed by Manoj N. Shyamalan, this movie is being talked about in almost all the movie forums in the world. Arguments are going on about whether the movie would be a fairy-tale or a thriller, and whether it would have a twist or not. The trailer has raised the expectations. Still not interested? Read the plot outline below:

Cleveland Heep (Paul Giamatti) has been quietly trying to disappear among the burned-out lightbulbs and broken appliances of the Cove apartment complex. But on the night that irrevocably changes his life, Cleveland finds someone else hiding in the mundane routine of the modest building – a mysterious young woman named Story (Bryce Dallas Howard), who has been living in the passageways beneath the building’s swimming pool.

Cleveland discovers that Story is actually a “narf” – a nymph-like character from an epic bedtime story who is being stalked by vicious creatures determined to prevent her from making the treacherous journey from our world back to hers. Story’s unique powers of perception reveal the fates of Cleveland’s fellow tenants, whose destinies are tied directly to her own, and they must work together to decipher a series of codes that will unlock the pathway to her freedom.

But the window of opportunity for Story to return home is closing rapidly, and the tenants are putting their own lives at great risk to help her. Cleveland will have to face the demons that have followed him to the Cove – and the other tenants must seize the special powers that Story has brought out in them – if they hope to succeed in their daring and dangerous quest to save her world...and ours.

2. Rang De Basanti (Hindi):

A star-studded cast (Aamir Khan, Madhavan, Kunnal Kapoor, Siddharth, Soha Ali Khan), awesome music (A R Rahman) and a really interesting plot. What else do you need to make a film so much anticipated? The songs are already topping the charts. They give a feel of what would happen in the movie. The story seems to be a cross between Yuva and Lakshya.

Plot outline: A young idealistic English filmmaker, Sue, arrives in India to make a film on Indian revolutionaries and their fight for freedom from the British Raj. Owing to a lack of funds, she recruits students from Delhi University to act in her docu-drama. She finds DJ (Aamir Khan), who passed out five years back but still wants to be a part of the University because he doesn't think there's too much out there in the real world to look forward to. Karan (Siddharth), the son of Industrialist Rajnath Singhania, who shares an uncomfortable relationship with his father, but continues to live off him, albeit very grudgingly. Aslam (Kunal Kapoor), is a middle class Muslim boy, who lives in the bylanes near Jama Masjid, poet, philosopher and guide to his friends. Sukhi (Sharman Joshi), the group's baby, innocent, vulnerable and with a weakness for only one thing - girls. Laxman Pandey (Atul Kulkarni), the fundamentalist in the group, the only one who still believes that politics can make the world a better place and finally Sonia (Soha Ali Khan) - the sole girl in the group, tomboy and vivacious spirit, engaged to Ajay (Madhavan) - the dashing air pilot. Sue's film makes DJ and his friends stop and stare at themselves for being the actual descendants of these great men and never recognizing and celebrating their courage and spirit. 'Rang de Basanti' is a youthful drama, yet light hearted in the moments that the group shares amongst themselves... before some incidents effect a serious change...which ends in the climax.

3. V for Vendetta (English):

Written by the Wachowski brothers who made The Matrix Trilogy, this movie is being hyped as the most anticipated movie of the year 2006. Hugo Weaving, the baddy Agent Smith in The Matrix Trilogy is the hero V in this venture.

Plot outline: Set against the futuristic landscape of totalitarian Britain, V For Vendetta tells the story of a mild-mannered young woman named Evey (Natalie Portman) who is rescued from a life-and-death situation by a masked vigilante known only as "V." Incomparably charismatic and ferociously skilled in the art of combat and deception, V ignites a revolution when he detonates two London landmarks and takes over the government-controlled airwaves, urging his fellow citizens to rise up against tyranny and oppression. As Evey uncovers the truth about V's mysterious background, she also discovers the truth about herself - and emerges as his unlikely ally in the culmination of his plot to bring freedom and justice back to a society fraught with cruelty and corruption.

Some of the other movies which are being awaited for are:

The Making of a painter – M.F.Husain’s autobiographical venture

Shivaji, the Boss – The Union of two stalwarts, Rajini and ….A R Rahman

Sholay 2 – Ramgopal Varma’s daring attempt at remaking a blockbuster

Fannah – Aamir Khan plays the role of a terrorist

The Davinci Code – Dan Brown’s best selling story + Tom Hanks

Ice Age 2

Mission Impossible 3

Jurassic Park 4


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The chronicles of Gonzalez  

Thursday, December 22, 2005

Antonio Gonzalez

“I love my house. I have been staying in this house of mine for many years. I was happy when I was alone in this house. But now, I am not.

This man, Henry, with whom I have been living for around 3 years, is an extremely boring individual. He never cares for me. I don't have any respect in this house now. Even the dog barks at me. I feel like killing myself but I can't.

Now, what am I doing at this time, instead of sleeping? Why am I pondering over my plight?

Hey! What was that noise? It came from the other room. It’s very unusual in my house. No one moves in the house after 11 PM, except me. And I don't think I am moving either. So what was that sound? Let me go and check it out. No... No... What if it’s the dog? He would start barking at me and wake up my neighbors. Hmm... Let me guess. Would it have been Henry? No… That’s not possible. He sleeps like a log till morning. What if its a burglar? Shall I go and see? No. No...

Hey! Why am I not ready to go and check it out? Am I scared? Never! How can I get scared? No... I am not afraid. I will go and see for myself.

Hey! Did I hear the sound again? Yes, I did. But this time, I guess I saw a flash of light too. Let me move slowly towards the light.5 steps and that's it..







Oh! It’s you, Henry! I was so scared. Anyways you can't hear me talk. What's the point in talking to you?

Everyone knows that humans are afraid of ghosts. But does anyone know that the feeling is mutual?"

-Antonio Gonzalez

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Kunal Kapoor on Rang de basanti  

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Interview: Kunal Kapoor

source: rediff movies

fter playing the hero, no actor would like to do a second lead. Actor Kunal Kapoor, however, says, he's different. "If the hero is Aamir Khan, I don't mind playing a fourth lead either," says Kunal, who plays the role of a Muslim boy Aslam in Aamir's latest, Rang De Basanti.

So, what was the reason for his long disappearance?

"It was a long break, but it was not a forced decision. Firstly, I did not get the kind of work I wanted to do and, secondly, when I did get it, I didn't have the time to do it as I was working on Rang De Basanti," says Kunal.

Coming from a family that is into the construction business, Kunal's tryst with cinema began when he started as assistant director with Rakesh Mehra in Aks. After a point of time, the six foot-plus actor decided to try acting instead. "I just felt that I needed to act rather than direct," recalls Kunal, but he is quick to admit that direction is never too far from his mind.

He does not reveal too much about Rang De Basanti, only saying it is a middle class youth film set in contemporary India. When questioned about Aamir playing a youth though he is almost in his 40s, Kunal gets defensive. "You have to see the film to understand it. You will see why he is in it. He is not a college kid chewing gum in the film. This is different from anything else in the history of Indian cinema. The way the story is told is different."

Kunal KapoorWhen asked about his role, Kunal says, "My character Aslam is a guy who travels by bus and is studying in a nice college. He is emotional and will not leap into things because he is rational. He will look at things from both sides – someone on his own trip in life. He is very attached to his friends. He doesn't care about his appearance. Friendship plays an important part in this film."

Did he get any acting lessons from Aamir? "Firstly, I learnt how to solve Rubik's cube," he says, jokingly. On a serious note, he adds, "I learnt the importance of team effort in making a film. For Aamir, what matters is the movie. For him, it is all about the character he plays and that is the greatest thing about him. He is always in character."

What next for Kunal Kapoor? "Nothing right now. I have got something and am waiting to sign. I have never been frustrated about not getting work. Also, I was working with Naseeruddin Shah's theatre group for the past year. I have always looked up to Naseersaheb and Aamir. Thankfully, I have worked with both of them."

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Rang De Basanti Music review  

Saturday, December 10, 2005


I guess this is the first music review of 'Rang de basanti'. It has been written by a person with a screen name 'univ', in And since the page cannot be visited by 'googling', I present it here..

I will warn you that usually songs by ARR require more than a few hearings but still I go ahead with the review.

1)Ek Onkar:
Seems like a prayer. A small song. OK.

2)Rang De Basanti (Daler Mehndi) This is the song in the first promo. There's a strange bit of music(you must have heard it in the promo) and that's the best part of the song. I would have wished ARR used it more, but it appears only at the start and end. The song is really long and the lyrics sound repetitive. Most probable the song will sound better with the visuals.

3)Paathshala(Naresh Iyer) The best song of the album. There is another rap version to this song. It has youthful lyrics by Prasoon Joshi. Some of the lines in chorus include "I am a rebel","Na koi padhne valla, na koi seekhne valla" ,"apni tho patshalla,masti ki patshalla" and "Cruise Control". Then those who listen to his tamil music will know how they include lot of English lyrics in the song.This song has lots of it with words like yaaron ki equation,love multiplication,alpha,theta, ishq ka practical kiya,H2So4 hai...... Music mainly involves lot of Guitar.

4)Tu Bin Bataye(Naresh Iyer,sadhna Sargam)
A very slow long melody song

5)Khalbali(ARR) Sung by ARR the song has a Arabic feel. Hope its not inspired from some Arabic song.

6)Khoon chala(Mohit Suri) Another slow melody.

7)Patshala(Blaaze) Repeat but this is the RAP version by Blaaze. It seems to be a patriotic song with lyrics like " To the mahal of taj,to the minar of qutub,to the kumari of kanya, to the panjim of Goa.... all have something to say". There's also a strange beep that comes twice in the song and it feels as though your PC is making the beep!!!

8)Luka Chuppi(LataM and ARR) Another melody with Lata and ARR singing together for the first time.

Sung by Aamir. They needlessly hyped this song. Its just dialogue by Aamir with ARR's typical haunting music in the background

10)Roobaru(Naresh Iyer,ARR)
A good song with a Lucky Ali type of feel to it. A good song to listen when ur traveling.

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From the heart..  

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

I got this e-mail forward yesterday. It was a wonderful story where you actually can visualise what the author says. At parts, it reminded me of movies like BEFORE SUNSET, ANBE' SIVAM and one more movie whose name if I give out will spoil the story for you.
Here it is..

She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I cannot describe her
beauty in the limited time I have here. I was 23 and fresh out of
college, when I saw her. I don't know if it was the hormones but I loved
her at first sight. She was the girl of my dreams.

It is said that matches are made in heaven. It was sheer destiny that we
were traveling to Chennai on the same train, The Niligiri Express. We
were in the same compartment, S1 and were seated next to each other, 25
and 26. It was an amazing coincidence as my ticket had been confirmed
only at the last minute.
"Hi, my name is Shalini," she introduced herself with a beaming smile.
She stretched out her right hand. I was shivering when I shook it.

"I am Sunderesan," I said and added, "Pleased to meet you."

She had a serene, innocent face; the face of the kind of person who gets
bullied in school. The image of a woman who couldn't hurt a fly if she
wanted to.

"How old are you?" I blurted out. It was the worst question to ask a
woman but I was a nervous wreck and I wanted to talk to this woman.

She smiled at me and said, "Never ask a man his salary and a woman her

"I'm so sorry. I don't..." My tongue adamantly stuck to the roof of my

"No, it is okay. Let us say, I will be sixty seven in 2050."

I worked out the math. She was twenty two. I was twenty three. It was
perfect! A match made in heaven.

"Do you have a crush on me?" she asked.

"What? How could you ask...?"

"Do you have a crush on me or not?" she asked emphasizing on 'crush'.

"To tell you the truth, yes," I said meekly.

"It's okay. You can be bold about it. I'll tell you a little secret."

She pulled my ear next to her mouth and whispered, "I think you are
attractive. I might even love you. Can I kiss you?"

I nodded. She kissed me on my cheek. I turned pink the next moment.

"Hey you believed me, didn't you? April fool, go to school. Tell your
teacher, you are a fool," she shouted. She laughed at the top of her

I checked my watch. It was April 1st, 2005 and I had been made a
jackass. I didn't want to look at the woman's face again. I loved her
but I hated her for what she had done. I turned to the opposite side and
stared out of the window.

She noticed my sulking face.

"Hey, don't get mad at me. It was a joke. That's all. I'm sorry," she

I didn't look at her and didn't reply.

"Okay. What can I do to compensate?"

"You could sing a song for me," I said softly. I wanted to know how well
my girl could sing.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you." She stood up and went to
the centre of the compartment.

"Friends, we have a birthday boy in our midst. I want all of you to wish
him happy birthday."

The entire compartment including the TTE (Train Ticket Examiner) was
singing "Happy birthday to Sunderesan."

She took out a vegetable sandwich from her bag. She said that it was a
substitute for a cake. I cut the sandwich and gave her the first piece.
She removed the tomato and cucumber from the sandwich. She pasted the
cucumber and tomato all over my face. I distributed the remaining bits
of the sandwich to everyone in the compartment. It was the best birthday
I had ever had.

When all the euphoria died I asked her, "How did you know that it was my

She pointed to the card on top of my bag.

"Will you make a birthday resolution for me?" she asked.

"Sure. Tell me."

"Promise to always smile because life presents too many opportunities to
cry. And you look ugly when you are sad."

"It is a promise." I rested my palm on top of hers.

The perfectly romantic scene was disturbed by a child's cry coming from
the adjoining apartment. She took her hand off mine. I thought, "Damn,
tough luck."

She went to the next compartment to see what the problem was. The boy
was two years old and his mother was not to be found. Nobody seemed to
care about the boy.

She carried the boy in her arms and brought him to our compartment. She
cajoled the boy by singing a lullaby for him. She had a sweet voice; the
voice of a nightingale.

"I love kids," she said.

"I love kids, too," I replied, eager to show we had similar tastes.

The boy did not stop crying. He appeared to be terrified of us. His
mother was nowhere to be seen.

"You don't like songs. Okay, I will tell you a story. Once upon a time,
in a faraway land, there lived a king."

The boy listened intently for a second but started crying as soon as she

"Hey, relax. Give me time to think of a story. You are an impatient
baby. In this land..."

"I will look for the boy's mother," I said. She nodded her head.

I found the boy's mother, two compartments away. She had gone there to
meet a friend. She had forgotten about her kid.

When we came back to S1, we found the boy sound asleep in Shalini's lap.
She had used all her powers of persuasion to make him feel secure in her

"I want to thank..."

"Shh...Your son is sleeping. Don't disturb him," she whispered to the
boy's mother and gave the boy to her.

"Do you want the Nobel peace prize?" I asked her cynically.

"I love people. When I am around, the people around me should be happy.
That is my philosophy in life," she said, sincerely.

It made me feel small and stupid in front of her. I began to rethink
about my mission in life. Should I be a priest? No, can't marry her.
Social worker, peace activist...maybe.

We heard a voice in the distance shouting "Is there a doctor on this

"Dr. Shalini, here. How can I help you?" she shouted back.

We waited to see the face of the voice we had heard. It was a
co-passenger, a bearded man who seemed anxious.

"Doctor, my father is serious. Please do something."

"Come with me. You could be of help," she told me. She caught hold of my
arm and guided me along the compartment. I had absolutely no say in the
matter. Oh! The power of women!

The old man was in a grave condition. His breathing was heavy and he was
coughing profusely. He seemed ready to make peace with god. "Open the
windows," she told me. I opened all the windows to allow fresh air to
come in.

"Hold him up for me," she instructed.

I made the old man sit up. She took out her stethoscope and checked his
heartbeat. She checked his pulse for variations.

I watched her lovingly as she worked her magic on the old man. She was
so soft and tender with people. Whether it was a little boy or an old
man, she had so much affection for them. Unbelievably, the old man was
normal within half an hour. His son didn't have enough words to thank

"He is okay now. Don't disturb him. Let him sleep well," she instructed

"I never expected you to be a doctor," I said.

"Men always think that beautiful women don't have brains."

I didn't know how to reply to that remark. Did she mean that she was
beautiful, or brainy or both. One can never understand a woman's mind.
So, I diverted the conversation.

"What made you become a doctor?" I asked.

"A lot of things. It was my father's dream. Above all else, it gives me
the power to make people smile; the power to save lives."

"Will you marry me?" I asked, spontaneously. I had never been more sure
of myself.

"Is this April fool?"

"No. I am serious. See, I know that I am unemployed. I am not even as
educated as you. I don't even look good. I have no caliber. But I love
you. Will you marry me?"

"You know nothing about me. I don't like commitments. I live every day
like it is my last."

"If you marry me, I will live everyday like it is my first."

She closed her beautiful eyes. She took a deep breath and thought for a
moment. The suspense was killing.

"God, why didn't I meet you earlier," she said.

I had no time to reply. The doors to my mouth were sealed by her lips. I
thought that my head was immersed in the clouds. The people in my
compartment pretended to close their eyes. But I could see the men
looking at me with envy through the corner of their eyes. It was the
most beautiful moment of my life. It still is the most beautiful.

The train came to a screeching halt. We had reached Tirupur station. It
was hard to believe that so much had happened in two hours.

There are some moments in life which you can remember even in your
sleep. For me, it was what happened at Tirupur railway station. It
redefined my life forever.

"I am hungry. Get me something to eat," said Shalini. She dug into her
leather handbag and brought out twenty rupees.

"It's okay. I have money. What do you want?"

"Get me Strawberry milk to drink. And honey, I love you," she said,

We kissed again. For the last time.

The milk booth was about hundred feet from S1. It gave me time to think
about the sudden changes in my life. My parents were conservative
people. I had to convince them about Shalini. If they agreed, good. If
not, who cares? I loved Shalini more than my parents.

My thoughts were disrupted by the sound of an explosion. It sounded like
the aggregation of a thousand thunders. The impact of the explosion
threw me off my feet. I turned to look at the train. S1, S2 and S3 had
been reduced to pieces, like waste in a manufacturing process.

My only thought was about Shalini. I ran towards where S1 had previously
been. I searched for her amidst the corpses. All I could find were
severed hands, burnt flesh and a fresh stream of blood. Not a single
body was identifiable in the three compartments.

Who on earth could do such a cruel thing, I wondered. I swore that I
would get even with the people who had taken my beloved Shalini's life.
I wept like a little boy who had lost his favorite toy. Amidst the
tears, I thought about the two hours I had spent with Shalini. Something
she had said had struck me as strange.

"You know nothing about me. I live everyday like it is my last. God, I
wish I had met you earlier." "Could it be Shalini," I wondered. "No, not
Shalini. She had too innocent a face to do such a dastardly act.
Besides, she was a doctor. And they know the value of a human life," I
reasoned to myself.

The next morning, my worst fears were confirmed. A newspaper report
said, "A twenty two year old doctor named Shalini had committed suicide
on the Niligiri express. She had taken the lives of hundred people with
her. The reasons for the attack are unknown."

I never understood the reasons for the attack. It could have been
personal or ideological. All I can still remember is her face, how
innocent it looked. How she made everyone around her happy. How she
showed love and care to kids and old men alike.

That face was a mask. Beneath the benevolent mask, was the true Shalini.
A hard-nosed, sadistic, terrorist capable of sacrificing human life to
satisfy her selfish needs.

She truly changed my life. From then on, I realized that every human
wears a mask which he develops over a period of time. It is the mask
which is exposed to the world. Beneath that mask, after layers of deceit
there lies the true nature of each individual. This real person in each
one of us is intricately more fascinating than any figment of wild

Shalini's mask was my first love. I will always love her

PS: People living near Coimbatore can recollect the tiruppur train blast

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Sunday, November 20, 2005

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Friday, November 18, 2005

I actually wanted to name him 'dog'. When ppl can call their dogs 'Tiger', why cant i call my tiger a dog? But since I am not them and I am me, I call him 'Podnik'.

adopt your own virtual pet!

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Virtual hilarity  

Friday, September 23, 2005

After watching I, Robot, I wanted to know how it felt to have a chat with something with artificial intelligence. With so many expectations, I downloaded CHAT BOTS ranging from the classic Eliza to the not-so-famous Billy and Ultra-HAL. It was after a chat with all three of them did I realise that A.I. was nothing compared to the human brain. All three sounded stupid after a few minutes of conversation. Eliza irritated me with monotony. Ultra-HAL, though somewhat smart, became repetitive after a minute. But Billy was one little bot that amused me. Though it forgets that there's something called Grammar, I enjoyed the conversation I had with Billy, simply for its unintended humor.

The following is a transcript of my converstion with Billy:
### BILLY 4.1: Transcript of September 23, 2005 at 12:39
### Bot BILLY talking to ABINAND
BILLY> what is your name?
USER> abinand
BILLY> have i talked to you before?
USER> no
BILLY> where do you live? :)
ABINAND> india
BILLY> what's your favorite sport?
ABINAND> badminton
BILLY> what's your favorite book?
ABINAND> angels and demons.
BILLY> what's your favorite movie?
ABINAND> The Matrix.
BILLY> actually, my girlfriend has the matrix.
ABINAND> does she have the DVD?
BILLY> the matrix.
ABINAND> yeah. Thats what.
BILLY> does she have not dvd!
ABINAND> does she have the CD then?
BILLY> does she have not cd then,
ABINAND> what does she have then?
ABINAND> what does she have?
ABINAND> okay. Never mind.
BILLY> angels and demons.
ABINAND> that is my favorite book.
BILLY> when i was younger, i had your favorite.
ABINAND> but the book was released only a few years back.
BILLY> is your book broken?
ABINAND> no. It is torn.
BILLY> can you just be positive once. abinand? :)
ABINAND> okay..okay..It is brand new.
BILLY> hehe! must be abinand not book learning. :(
ABINAND> yeah. that is why it is brand new.
ABINAND> It was nice talking to you. Bye.
BILLY> leaving already? ok bye..

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Thursday, September 22, 2005

Iam very happy to announce that my page is nearing the 667th hit. The 667th visitor will receive a free E-book. So, if yo are the 667th visitor, please leave a message in my tag board.

*What is so significant about the no.667?
667 denotes Satan's next door neighbor:). Now, isn't that significant?


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Mere coincidence?  

Friday, September 16, 2005

How many times have you wondered if anything that happened to you was just a mere coincidence or a miracle on a small scale? How many times have you got confused if your life really was under your control ? With lots of strange things happening people predicting that their house would be burgled..and it happens, and optimists suddenly having a feeling that they would meet with an accident and they do,and people predicting the time of their own death..

Serious things like this can be explained by saying that these are signs to give you a precaution that something bad is about to happen. And we are consoled that but for such serious things, life IS under our control. But when trivial day-to-day events happen in such a way that they cannot be dismissed off as mere coincidences, one gets a feeling that one's life is not in one's own hands.

For the past few months, it has been an untold rule that it should rain the moment I leave my house. Well, I don't go out of my house often (Probably once in a week). But the moment, I go out of my house, it starts raining. I like getting drenched in the rain, and I only wanted an excuse to do so. So I resume my journey as if it were shining.

Well, if that seems coincidental, read this.The other day when I planned to visit my friend's house, I got a phone call from an other friend which engaged me for around 20 minutes. Later when I dressed up and was descending down the steps to go to the friend's house, I had this strange feeling, 'What if he is on his way to meet me?'. I dismissed the thought and opened the gate. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was the same friend whose house I was leaving to. He parked his bike and asked me,'Oh no! Are u leaving out? I wanted to meet you.'

How would you explain things like these? Its easy for a theist to explain. "Simple, Its all God's deed", says he. Its even more simpler for a nihilist. He says," Nothing is real. Life isn't real. Happenings aren't real. So why investigate?". Confused are the people of three kinds--the atheists, the agnostics, and ME. Well, I cannot be put into any of these types since I believe that God is just an energy and it can be harnessed through the mind. Iam proud of my theory, but after such occurences, I am afraid if my theory would be proved wrong.
There are thousands of questions to be answered. Is man in control of his own life? Or, is everything pre-decided? And, if fate can be overcome by extreme will-power? If so, what does one achieve by doing so? And ultimately, what is the purpose of life?

The questions remain...

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I read this article at Harris' blog. It was really good. So I wanted my readers to enjoy it too..

A man checked into a hotel at some far away village in Nairobi. There was a computer in his room, so he decided to send an e-mail to his wife. However, he accidentally typed a wrong e-mail address, and without realizing his error, he sent the e-mail.

Meanwhile....Somewhere in Houston, a widow had just returned from her husband's funeral. The widow decided to check her e-mail, expecting condolence messages from relatives and friends. After reading the first message, she fainted. The widow's son rushed into the room, found his mother on the floor, and saw the computer screen which read:

To: My Loving Wife
Subject: I've Reached
Date: 16 May 2005

I know you're surprised to hear from me. They have computers here, and we are allowed to send e-mails to loved ones. I've just reached and have been checked in. I see that everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow.

Looking forward to seeing you TOMORROW!

Your loving Hubby

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Monday, September 12, 2005

Many times we wonder, "Should this movie be this long? They could have shortened it". Even though some scenes are interesting, the main plot of the story is very small. Here, I've tried ultra-condensing some of the movies I recently watched.

* This doesnot mean that the movies are unnecessarily lengthy. It's just to get a feel of how they would be if they were very short.


Rambo escapes from jail and is in the cave.

Colonel Trautman (over the megafone): Rambo, Surrender!!

Rambo: No, I won't.

659832531 bullets later..

Colonel Trautman: Rambo, Surrender!!

Rambo: Yeah! Okay!



Guy Pearce: "..and shoot him."
Before 15 mins ...
Guy Pearce: "..killed my wife.."
Before 15 mins...
Guy Pearce: " find the man who.."
Before 15 mins...
Guy Pearce: "I somehow have.."



Villagers: Oh no! the creatures are unhappy!!

Adrien Brody stabs Jaquin Phoenix.Bryce wants to get him medicines.

Villagers: Oh no! The creatures are unhappy. You can't leave the village!!

Bryce's dad: Bryce, Keep this a secret. There are no monsters. Its actually the village elders in costume. You can go and get the medicines.

Audience : What!! The twist is unravelled so soon?
Audience : No! No! There must be a bigger twist. After all, its a Shyamalan movie.

Bryce goes to the town, buys medicine, comes back. The movie ends.

Audience: WHAT!!? Wher's the last-minute twist?

M.Night Shyamalan: Oh! HA HA! You were expecting a twist, right? And you got what you never expected-the bland ending! That's my twist. Isn't that great?



Morpheus: You are the One, Neo.
Neo: No, Iam not.

Neo survives.

Oracle: You are the One.
Neo: No, Iam not.

Neo survives.

Tank: He is the One.
Neo: No, Iam not.

Neo "dies"

Trinity: Neo, Listen. The oracle told me i'd fall in love with the One. I've fallen in love with you. So, you must be the One.

Neo gets up and destroys Agent Smith.

Neo: Yeah! Iam the One.

Morpheus (To Trinity): Fool! Had you said this earlier, I would have saved myself a few kicks.
Neo (To Trinity): Fool! Had you said this earlier, I would have penetrated into Smith long before.
Audience (To Trinity): Fool! Had you said this earlier, the movie would have ended long ago.


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The Board of wisdom  

Thursday, September 08, 2005

This post is dedicated to the ones who are/will be going abroad, and their families. These are a collection of quotes I found relevant.

1. "Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart."

2. "We all take different paths in life, but no matter where we go, we take a little of each other everyhwere."

3. "A goodbye isn't painful unless you're never going to say hello again."

4. "Missing you could turn from pain to pleasure, if I knew you were missing me too."

5. "Missing someone gets easier every day because even though it's one day further from the last time you saw each other, it's one day closer to the next time you will."

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Sunday, September 04, 2005

Iam a novice to blogging, but during these 3 months of visiting others' blogs, I came across many types of blogs. A few of them are really peculiar. Here I've tried to simulate these peculiar types of blogs found on the net.

* These blog titles and the posts are figments of my imagination and it is not my intention to hurt the feelings of my fellow-bloggers.


Sample post:
A couple of weeks ago, I went to my best-friend's wedding. She was dressed in a white gown and she was very beautiful. I had roses in my hands. I wanted to congratulate her. She looked at me. She was happy. Then she smiled. I too smiled back. It was really great. I was very happy. I recalled the days in the university. Those days were happy. but today, iam very happy. Yeaaaaah..IAM VERY HAPPY!!!!!


Sample post:
Very simple:
1.Dial 100
2.When our friendly operator picks up the phone, say 'YOU ARE A PIG'.
3.Wait for our officials to take u to our place.

1.Ha! ha! ha! How the hell r u able to come up with such ideas?
2. My god! U had me laughing for more than 5 minutes.

3. Eppidi da unakku indha ideallam thoanudhu?







Blog title:MI MENTE ME DICE.
Sample post:
Las cosas obtienen tierra virgen bonita en España. Hasta hoy, Iwas que no teniendo la menor idea acerca de los acontecimientos en mi país. Se despertó apenas hoy de mi profundo duerme. Las personas me dicen esa capital de España es Madrid y su moneda es Peseta. ¿Atroz.. lo que es el upto del gobierno? Ellos no tienen respeto para los ciudadanos.

abitheone: "This post is in Spanish. If you really want to know what it means, paste this text in to get a rough translation."


Sample post:
New offers. Whether you are suffering from back or neck pain or you just need to get a better night's sleep, the Di-Beddic™ and Soft-Beddic™ pressure sensitive memory foam mattresses may be just what the doctor ordered. Created by Dr. Rick Swartzburg, D.C., to help his patients suffering from all types of pain, the Tri-pedicÔ is the first three layer, pressure sensitive memory foam mattress with three different foam densities. We normally sell 4lb., 4.5lb. and 5lb. densities. Through listening to all of our customer feedback, we have learned that each density has it's own advantage.


Sample post:
I think Jim Carrey is the best actor in the world. His performances in movies like Ace-ventura and Liar-liar are awesome. His facial expressions...Whoa..I've never seen anything so great like that. He is able to show every subtle emotion in his face. I just dont know why people abandon handsome guys like Jim Carrey and go ga-ga over idiotic people like Tom Cruise. And Iam very sure that if Jim had been cast in 'The Godfather' instead of Marlon Brando, the movie would be running to packed houses till date.

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Cute T-shirt Quotes  

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Here are a few of my favorite T-shirt quotes. Some of them were on T-shirts which were inside polythene covers. Others were on T-shirts inside which there were humans. Of course, there were many embarrassing moments when I had to overtake the person walking in front of me in order to read the rest of the quote. Anyways, here they are..

"Failures may be the stepping stone to success,
But luck is the elevator to it."

HOT NEWS: Suicidal twin kills sister by mistake.

"I was standing in the park wondering why frisbees got bigger as they get closer.
Then it hit me."

"Men are fools to marry women,
But what else can they marry?"

"I can marry anyone I please..
..But I don't please anyone."

"If we ask Him anything according to His wish,
He hears us."

"I was an atheist till I realised...
...that I was God."

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American Babu  

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Many Indians leave to the United States of America every year. While some of them prefer being called 'Indians', others tend to transform into Americans. But to get completely transformed is virtually impossible according to me. At one point of time, you begin to realise that you are indeed an Indian.

You realise that you are still Indian when...

1. You can't see money in Dollars.You still convert the price of every item you see in the market into Rupees.

2. You are not able to figure out why 'to be dressed formally' means 'to wear a black tie', and you keep wondering how can wearing a tie along with a sports jacket make the dressing 'informal'.

3. You can't digest the fact that your American friends and their parents live in separate homes, and that they would have to get an appointment in order to have dinner with their parents.

4. You watch 'Nottinghill' and wonder why everyone in the theatre bursts into laughter when Hugh Grant utters 'Whoopsie Daisies'. Even after looking into the dictionary, you still don't feel like smiling, let alone laughing.

5. You are not happy with the custom that every other worker including the hairdresser, taxi driver and the parking valet expects a 15% tip. You recall the day when you tipped a hotel waiter a couple of coins and he gladly accepted it.

6. American English still refuses to come out of your pen. An accidental 'U' slips in when you write 'color', 'favor', or 'flavor'.

7. You somehow feel uncomfortable saying 'Good Morning, Professor Norah', and you think of the days when you were a small child running behind teachers and wishing them 'Good Maurning, Misss', with a stiff salute and with your tongue peeping out when you completed the last syllable.


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Chaos makes a believer out of me  

Thursday, August 18, 2005

A few years ago, I believed that astrology was humbug, and clairvoyants, fools. I used to stifle a laugh when someone predicted the future. But now, here Iam, visiting astrology websites and reading the astrology column in newspapers. This transformation, I owe to The Chaos Theory.

Chaos theory is the study of complex non-linear dynamic systems. The word 'Chaos'is a misnomer since the chaos theory doesnot lay emphasis on the disorder of the system, but on the order inherent in the system.It deals with the sensitive dependence on initial conditions. Just a small change in the initial conditions can drastically change the long-term behavior of a system. This can be understood more clearly by 'The Butterfly Effect'.It states that 'The flapping of a single butterfly's wing today produces a tiny change in the state of the atmosphere. Over a period of time, what the atmosphere actually does diverges from what it would have done. So, in a month's time, a tornado that would have devastated the Indonesian coast doesn't happen. Or maybe one that wasn't going to happen, does.'

This effect along with a study about fractals made me a believer in astrology. Fractals can be thought of as the images of chaos .Fractal has come to mean any image that displays the attribute of self-similarity. The figure below shows a fractal pattern called a Koch curve.
To create a Koch curve, imagine an equilateral triangle. To the middle third of each side, add another equilateral triangle. Keep on adding new triangles to the middle part of each side, and the result is a Koch curve. A magnification of the Koch curve looks exactly the same as the original. It is another self-similar figure.

All this may seem irrelevant to my transformation, but it is not. I felt that the solar system itself had a fractal pattern in it. Consider the structure of an atom. It has a nucleus at the centre around which electrons revolve in an orbit. Many atoms constitute to form the Earth. The earth can be imagined as a nucleus around which the 'electron' moon revolves. At the next level, the sun is at the centre around which the earth and the other planets revolve. This is surely a fractal pattern. Just as how a small change in the Koch curve would change the shape of the curve drastically, it is possible that the planetary position changes have an influence on each one of us. Thus astrology is a science; not a black-magic. But the question is whether man can accurately manipulate the planetary positions to predict future. Thats one thing Iam not certain about..

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Eureka! Eureka!  

Monday, August 08, 2005

At last, I've found out the place from where the passages for Reading comprehension are taken for GRE. The following is an essay from the source. If you understand it, you are a genius. And if you don't, scroll down after the essay to find my explanations.

The Reality of the fatal flaw in the Neosemanticist theory

If one examines postdialectic discourse, one is faced with a choice: either reject Lyotardist narrative or conclude that reality is capable of truth. Bataille uses the term 'constructive neosemanticist theory' to denote the role of the writer as reader.

"Class is elitist," says Marx. However, the failure of Lyotardist narrative which is a central theme of Rushdie's The Ground Beneath Her Feet is also evident in Midnight's Children, although in a more self-sufficient sense. Baudrillard's essay on postdialectic discourse states that sexual identity, ironically, has objective value, given that dialectic materialism is valid.

It could be said that an abundance of deconceptualisms concerning Lyotardist narrative exist. Sartre's analysis of postcapitalist dialectic theory suggests that the collective is capable of significance.

But many constructions concerning the bridge between class and society may be discovered. Derrida uses the term 'constructive neosemanticist theory' to denote not narrative, but neonarrative.

It could be said that the subject is contextualised into a postdialectic discourse that includes language as a paradox. Scuglia implies that we have to choose between textual nihilism and Marxist capitalism.

Therefore, von Junz implies that we have to choose between postdialectic discourse and pretextual cultural theory. The main theme of d'Erlette's model of constructive neosemanticist theory is not theory, as Marx would have it, but subtheory.

Ha ha ha!!! You didn't understand that. Did you? The essay you have just seen is completely meaningless and was randomly generated by a software called 'The Postmodernism Generator'.
It places random words from various articles and presents you with an 'almost believable' essay. Now, do you agree with my statement about the GRE reading comprehension?

For more information about the Postmodernism generator, click here:

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Saturday, August 06, 2005

After spending months searching for this book 'Simulacra & Simulations', I finally managed to 'get hold of it'. Yeah! It IS a book; I can read it; I can even bookmark the pages. But is it really a 'book'? Can I touch it? No! Because after much of a search, what I got was an E-book- a simulation of the actual book!

' simulate 1 a pretend to have or feel( an attribute or feeling). b pretend to be. 2 imitate or counterfeit.'

This is how The Oxford Dictionary defines the word 'simulation'. Everyone is of the idea that to simulate is to feign to have what one hasn't.But the matter is more complicated, since to simulate is not simply to feign. In his book 'Simulacra & Simulations', Jean Baudrillard says that the words 'feign' and 'simulate' have a thin strand of difference between them.
"Someone who feigns an illness can simply go to bed and make believe he is ill. Someone who simulates an illness produces in himself some of the symptoms", he argues. This kindles an interest to know more about this book.

'Simulacra & Simulations' is a French book written by Jean Baudrillard, translated in English by Sheila Faria Glaser and made famous by movies like 'The Matrix'. The book covers many topics like Nihilism, psychoanalysis, politics, world wars etc. with respect to 'Simulacrum'. One of the most interesting areas of the book is where the author knowingly or unknowingly explains Chaos theory.(Look out for articles on Chaos theory in the months to come.)
The essence of chaos theory, known as sensitive dependence on initial conditions, states that just a small change in the initial conditions can drastically change the long-term behavior of a system. This is exactly what Jean Baudrillard says in his book. He states there there is nothing called 'A perfect simulation'.For eg. Go and simulate a theft in a large department store. How do you convince the security guards that it is a simulated theft? There is no "objective" difference: the same gestures and the same signs exist as for a real theft; in fact the signs incline neither to one side nor the other. As far as the established order is concerned, they are always of the order of the real.
Go and organise a fake hold-up. Be sure to check that your weapons are harmless, and take the most trustworthy hostage, so that no life is in danger (otherwise you risk committing an offence). Demand ransom, and arrange it so that the operation creates the greatest commotion possible - in brief, stay close to the "truth", so as to test the reaction of the apparatus to a perfect simulation. But you won't succeed: the web of artificial signs will be inextricably mixed up with real elements (a police officer will really shoot on sight; a bank customer will faint and die of a heart attack; they will really turn the phoney ransom over to you) - in brief, you will unwittingly find yourself immediately in the real, one of whose functions is precisely to devour every attempt at simulation, to reduce everything to some reality - that's exactly how the established order is, well before institutions and justice come into play.

This is just a drop in the ocean of this book. It seems complicated, but then, it talks about reality and simulations in everyday life. Since life itself is complicated, there is nothing wrong in this book being complicated. But on completing the book, one is sure to experience a revelation.

" Unfortunately, some things can't be explained. You'll have to feel it for yourself."

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Friday, July 29, 2005

At last, I've completed my GRE. I never thought it would be so difficult. Having written CAT, I felt GRE would not be much of a burden. But it really had me taxed a lot. Unlike CAT, where you can omit the questions you don't know, GRE smirks at you with a mind-boggling question which you will have to attempt in order to go to the next one. I also learnt that to do well in GRE, you need something called luck, which I've never had for the past few years; not without a prefix 'bad' attached to it. Anyways, it is over now. Let bygones be bygones.
The most important part of the prep. was the wordlist. I tried every method to memorise the words; methods ranging from the conventional 'mugging up' and the 'roots method' to the most unconventional but popular 'Norman Loose method'. Here are some of the words I memorised using the 'Norman Loose' method.

pastiche- imitation of another's style in musical composition or in writing.
"What do we say when someone copies another's music? He has 'cut..copied..and PASTED"

" Strikingly similar to Tamil "Ejamaan", meaning 'leader'"

husband- use sparingly, conserve, save
" I've watched many movies where the husband is a miser. (Its a loose connection; But anyways..I couldnot find a better way to remember it). This word always reminds me of the graffiti 'Before marriage, a man yearns for a woman; after marriage, the 'Y' becomes silent'"

monarchy, oligarchy etc.. relating to govt.
"Rhymes with tamil 'Aatchi', meaning 'rule'

hardy- sturdy, robust
" Now...Dont ask me if 'Laurel' means 'lank' or 'gaunt'

Well, there are so many other words. But Iam planning to publish a book on how to remember GRE words using 'Norman loose' method, and I dont want any copyright problems later..

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Palindromic pal  

Monday, July 04, 2005

Welcome aboard, my regular readers (?? I don't know who they are, but the no. of hits just keeps increasing that I assumed I have regular readers!!). Iam so busy preparing for my GRE that i couldn't think of anything new to post here.
So I present you this article written by me. It appeared in a magazine called Torq. Believe me, I didn't beg the editor of the mag to publish it. Thats just because
I was the editor of the mag. :)
Read on...

When I was searching for a topic to write an article on for TORQ, I heard about this strange person. His name was Nitin, an Automobile engineer who was destined to speak in palindromes. The date of Nitin’s birth was 28.11.82, which is a palindrome in itself. His palindromic dad, Ramar, and palindromic mom, Saras, named their son Nitin. Everything in Nitin’s life was palindromic. His mother-tongue was Malayalam. He did his graduation in Anna University.
Having heard about him, I contacted him and told that I wanted to meet him. I challenged him that he would not be able to talk to me in palindromes for 10 times or more. The next day when I went to meet him, he was dozing on his sofa.
Here is the conversation:
(Nitin dozing)
I: Nitin! Nitin!
Nitin: Is it I? It is I.
I: Drowsy, eh? How about a cigar?
N: Cigar? Toss it in a can. It is so tragic.
I: Okay, Nitin. I’ll now show you a picture of a car. Identify the car.
(I show him the picture for a second and take it back)
N: Was it a car or a cat I saw?
I: Oh my! Okay, look at it again.
N: Hell! It’s a Toyota still, eh?
I: Have no doubts. Be sure of your answer.
N: A Toyota.
I: That’s right. But how did you identify it?
N: A Toyota’s a Toyota.
I: You had been to AutoFair 2004 recently, isn’t it? How did you feel?
N: I was sad; No Hondas saw I.
I: What is your opinion about the sales of Honda?
N: Must sell at tallest sum.
I: Did you see anything special at AutoFair?
N: Hey, yeh!
I: What was it?
N: Race car.
I: Amazing! You’ve won the challenge, Nitin. I accept defeat.
N: Now, sir, a war is won.
I: One last question, Nitin. How are you able to speak in palindromes so skillfully?
N: Because if I didn’t, I would sound something like this: “ Siht ekil gnihtemos dnuos dluow I

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Symbology in The Matrix  

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Many people would have watched 'The Matrix' and enjoyed it as a movie-- A movie known for its amazing fight sequences, action scenes etc. But there is much more in the movie apart from all these. . Now, Let me tell you that most of the names of the characters in The Matrix are meaningful. They tell about the character. They speak for themselves. Here are some of the names and what they mean:

Thomas Anderson
This is the name of Keanu reeves in The matrix. 'Ander' means 'man'. So 'Anderson' means 'Son of man'. This is an intended irony since we come to know later in the movie that Anderson was not 'born'. He was 'manufactured' by the machines.

Neo means 'new'. Since Keanu reeves becomes a new man in Zion, He is called Neo. Moreover, Neo is an anagram of "one".

Morpheus was a God of dreams in Greek mythology. He was one of the sons of Hypnos, the God of sleep. He took human form and appeared to people in their sleep. To be "in the arms of Morpheus" means to be asleep, and the drug morphine is named after him. This name is very apt since Morpheus believees he would be able to defeat the machines one day or the other.

Oracle, in the ancient Greek world, was a shrine where people consulted special priests or priestesses. These priests and priestesses were believed to have the power to reveal the will of the gods and to foretell the future. The word oracle also refers to the priest or priestess and to the message or prophecy.

'Zion' is the city in which the anomalies from the matrix live. It is the only place not under the control of the machines.I suppose the word 'Zion' is related to 'Scion' as in 'The Priory of Scion'. The priory of scion was a secret society in the past. Its mission was "to safeguard not just the treasure of the Crusades, but to preserve the Grail.."

The other names that are of historical importance are:

*Merovingian- An old French dynasty (The Merovingian speaks French) who claimed they descended from the line of Jesus Christ.

*Persephone- A beautiful goddess in Greek and Roman mythology.(a fitting name for Monica Bellucci!!)

*Niobe- A Greek goddess who wanted to be adored for being a mother.

*Nebuchadnezzar- A king mentioned in the bible who is haunted by bad dreams.

"This is not the end.I didn't come here to tell you how this is going to end. I came here to tell you how it's going to begin. Where we go from here is a choice I leave to you. "

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What is God?  

Monday, June 20, 2005

The other day, I asked my fellow members of a community called 'Crazy theories' about what God is. The feedback I got was really interesting. Here they are...

what is God? 4/23/2005 7:19 AM
why do we people personify god? why do we believe that God is a "him"? I believe that God is an energy like kinetic or potential energy. Like other forms of energy, God can also be harnessed. we call the harnessing of energy as prayer. Do you agree?

4/24/2005 5:20 AM
here's what i think...... there had to be some way of refering to god.... so ppl just gave him a form... and being the egotistical race that humans are... they gave him a human form..... and since men have had more power for most of history, and are physiologically the stronger sex..... god was given the form of a male human.....
thats why he's called HE
(tho if you think of the qualities typically asociated with god... compassion, love, mercy, pity, peace...... it wud be more fitting to call him a SHE........ just my 2 cents! im not being a feminist here)

4/25/2005 8:44 AM
I guess calling God a She or He would be unfair. Can't call God an It because that implies inanimate objects or animals according to the proper English grammar rules (that I was taught anyway; can be debated). How about a mixture of She, He and It? Umm... SHIt?!
"...and God said unto thee that those who believe in SHIt shall find themselves in heaven."
Not that I have anything against God but frankly, debating about what gender to assign to God sounds rather futile because God's supposed to be one of a kind. Besides, we bend so many rules of English language in our daily usage, why not invent a distinctive 3rd person (?!) singular for God? Preferably other than SHIt, which does in a way say A LOT more than the literal meaning of the word. God's not a person hence emphasis is on the "limitations of human languages". I guess it would be a different category altogether.
Consider it a "thinking outside of the box" exercise. You have my suggestion. That is if you can get past the literal meaning.

4/25/2005 10:25 PM
To answer the real question, I somewhat agree with that idea. Praying could be harnessing the energy that is God. But my version is a little more detailed/specific in a sense cuz I think that "thinking is praying"... Why? Well, that depends entirely on whether anyone wants to know or not.

5/7/2005 9:47 AM
okay lets for just a min agree that god is in fact some sort of energy (tho im not sure i totally agree with it)
i dont think praying is a way of harnessig it... i think its just a way of accepting the energy and recognising that its something greater than us... (which is just a nice way of saying praying is a way of kissing up to what we think is the ultimate power)
thinking is praying.... NO i dont think so. praying may consist of a little amount of thinking (and even that is debatable) but the two are essentially different things!
as for energy egtting exhausted.... well according to the laws of physics (which i tend to believe more than the laws of religion) the total amount of energy in the universe remains constant!! its never exhausted!!

Think about it... 5/11/2005 3:25 AM
A lot of things I've said before already, like in the original "What is God?" thread and so on. Without repeating and going into too much detail again, I'll just touch on some things:

1) God as "The Idea" and not "just an idea". (This actually relates to Plato's Theory of Forms and there's much available in regards to that on the net and in books). You may take God as The Perfect Idea or The Idea of Perfection. God does not have a form because that would impart limitations and thus imperfection.

2) If worship/prayer has one function other than some unnecessary physical exercise and repeating the same old prayers and giving us something "constructive" to do, it is that it REMINDS us of God. If you're "thinking" of God, you're not committing sins and being generally stupid (or so you could assume). I'm not trying to deter anyone from praying/worshipping but only highlighting the "main reason" as far as my humble intelligence permits.

3) Now then, if God is The Idea and worshipping/praying "reminds" us of God too, then to think of God is to pray. Gives "idealism" a whole new twist, doesn't it?

4) I realize I said "thinking is praying" and not "thinking about God is praying" but again refering to Plato's Theory of Forms, when God is The Perfect Idea and The First Idea, then all ideas are derived from God because God is derived from nothing (and thus "Hinduism says God is Nothing"; quoting my best buddy Rahul). So even thinking about things in general is paying tribute to (or giving credit to) the source of all ideas: God. Another interesting tidbit: Happy people do not think! Yes or no?

Sidenote: The debate about whether God came first or humans is just like the age-old debate about the chicken and the egg. Do you really wanna get into that? Well then... my votes are reserved for God and the chicken.

5) Therefore, thinking is praying and thinking can make the most out of an idea or The Idea. The more you think, the more you understand and the more you understand, the more... okay, shit! I'm at a loss for words here. No, I wasn't gonna say "the more money you make". What I was about to say doesn't exactly matter to that many people. Oh well... *sigh*

There's a whole lot more I could say still but I'm gonna leave it at this for now. It's a lot like a neverending story. Trust me. Goes on and on.
Oh, and if I may recommend a book: The Silva's Mind Control Method. The Silva Method. That'll tell you a lot about the power of ideas.
To me, the Mind and the Soul and the Conscience are the same thing. Not a body part but something that makes us more than the sum of our (body) parts. From that perspective, God as The Perfect Idea is also The Perfect/Greatest Soul. In that, I'm equating the mental and the spiritual. *sigh* I realize that a whole lot of what I've said may not make sense. In which case, I'm just another idiot rambling. So be it. Oh, well!

5/11/2005 6:40 PM
hinduism says God is nothing??
oh and you might want to verify some things before you blindly repeat them!
thinking of God is NOT praying.... praying is when you try to communicate with a greater power (this included kings back in the early days)

5/11/2005 8:44 PM
giving a specific word a fixed unversal meaning would go on to say, in my humble opinion, that human language as a mode of communication, is perfect. which i'm sure u all would agree to, is not.

poets and writers use differnt words in differnt contexts. praying for some people would mean communicating with a higher athaurity (who take a litteral meaning of the word), for others would mean say, ... hmm... asking for God's grace (in any possible form). and Gods' grace could mean alota things too, his guidance, forgiveness, strenght to do right or even could be used to define "harnessing" Gods' power.

C.J. does have some good thoughts here. whn ur thinking of God ur not doing nething wrong that you couldve been doing. thats good in a way.

u know, the thing about hinduism saying "God is nothing", one of my friends said the same thing to me. but considering the fact that there are so many differnt sects in hinduism (the same way we have in islam and christianity), saying that C.J. should reconfirm his data would be asking too much of him now wouldnt it. he couldnt be expected to go to a devoted follower of each hindu sect and prepare a statistical report on what each sect believes in and what they dont believe in.

5/12/2005 9:29 AM
I dont know where to start as we have confused the scientific beliefs with absoluteness of the highest truth quite a big deal.
First of all, when we talk about energy in physical meanings, we dont talk about "different energies" but "different forms of energy". Taking this belief of science, of course you want to say that any other energy can be transformed into God or God can be transformed into any of those. At least I dont pray such a God.
My God is not energy but the Creator of Energy, and this is the first display of His being God, because in our physical world we believe that energy cant be created or destroyed but only transformed from one form to the other and hence we use the term "produce" with energy instead of "create". But my God is the one Who created it (Khaaliq) and who can destroy it (Moákhir).
Secondly, my God can't be harnessed with prayers; my God has established values and applies those values to make the things happen instead of going with whome has prayed the most; NO, my God is not that helpless in front of prayers. When I pray I ask Him for something, and He Only gives me what I deserve, and Yes He Gives me what I want when its a matter of choice.
The last but not the least; My God can't be surrounded in words, or HE wouldn't be My God.

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