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It comes from being able to articulate a thought as a whole.

I admire them who can express themselves clearly through words. It is a trait I have been trying to incorporate in myself.

According to me, real, great joy (and satisfaction) is in actually forming such sentences. But whilst I do that (and considering that I took 10+ minutes just to get the first sentence of this post right), I will list some of my personal favorites (not by me πŸ˜‰ ). After all reading brings me joy too, especially when I stumble across some of my own thoughts expressed so succinctly as I could have never imagined.

Maugham is my favorite when it comes to aphorisms. He once said: β€œThe ability to quote is a serviceable substitute for wit.” Such a beautiful sentence, isn’t it?Β  Not to mention ridiculing too. It made me doubt myself first, but then, I couldn’t deny I believed the same too. πŸ™‚

In today’s TOI, Jug Suraiya has a well written article in the editorial section; his own take on Jeeves and Bertie’s antics. Bertie is reading about ethnic profiling and has no clue what it means (of course). He asks Jeeves (of course), paving the way for Suraiya to express his own opinion on it. Jeeves answers: “Ethnic, or racial profiling is presumption of guilt by the prejudgment of prejudice, sir.”

Could it be expressed any better?

How are you feeling now?

I rest my case.


Additional Reading:

  1. There are many good articles which emphasize the importance of communication for a successful career. The ones I linked to are specific to CS and grad school however.
  2. You can read some more of my personal favorites by Maugham here.
  3. This blog post is inspired from Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged. I regret I cannot point the exact location where she mentions this as the supreme joy.
    Do any of you remember? Please leave a comment if you do. I have unfortunately lost the book.

So, this week was quite slack. I had a lot of time in my hands and nothing specific to do except checking the VFS site regularly to see if the July dates are open for registration, kill time in office, get back early in the evening, if before 7 – watch F.R.I.E.N.D.S, watch some news, have dinner and then read Mort. That’s my book for the week by the way.


MORT – by Terry Pratchett
Pratchett brings humor back to my reading. Two years ago, Wodehouse introduced me to Jeeves and Bertie and their very English world where Murphy’s law could easily be proved. If not for Nivi, I would have spent all my money on those books

Anyways, this is dark humor. You can’t get darker than Death, can you? But you wouldn’t know Death is funny, would you? Well, unless you meet him. The cloaked skeletal figure with a huge scythe in his hands and two blue twinkles for eyes, is Death, Pratchett’s central character in the book. And Mort is its apprentice.

I don’t want to reveal any more but if you want my opinion, I did not like it so much. Wodehouse still rocks.


Viva La Vida and Death and All His Friends released on June 12. I am hoping the songs grow on me.
As of now, I like the music here and there but the lyrics don’t make any sense at all.


Lots and lots of them this week. All ranging from average to utter crap so I will just list them in the order in which I rate them and not waste my breath.
1. The Great Debaters
2. The Other Boleyn Girl
3. Kung Fu Panda
4. My Mom’s New Boyfriend

I am back again, after a brief hiatus. Mostly because, I had fallen back on my schedule quite heavily. Not feeling well most of the time, I couldn’t get up early in the mornings, didn’t feel good after waking up, went to the office late, where the inactivity suffocated me sometimes, and then came back and did nothing again. I had three books to read, of which I did not even read a single page. Sad.

I am slowly taking back the ropes in my hand now and hoping, if health permits, to go on actively through my book reading schedule.

So, there we go:

Books: The Satanic Verses by Salman Rushdie

Quite possibly one of the best books I have ever read. I took an enormous amount of time to finish it though, mostly because of reasons sighted above. Admittedly, it is quite heavy on the reader and I couldn’t go on beyond 30-40 pages in one go.
I won’t call the book blasphemous, but irreverent yes. Irreverent towards God, religion, language and grammar. Myth, history, present, fantasy all seem like a continuum in this book where all characters and events are linked together as one. A must read indeed.

Songs: Beautiful Day by U2
I don’t know why I thought I didn’t like U2 before. Hmm. Achche songs hain. πŸ™‚

Movies: Sleepless in Seattle
Yes, I had not seen the movie till now. It was playing on HBO the other night and I enjoyed watching it.

One fateful evening, he was walking down an archetypal suburban street. Then again, may be not that typical. On both sides of this street, huge mansions (for what else could you call these palatial bungalows?) were standing guards, reflecting the propensity inside. This unabashed affluence contrasted somewhat irritably with the thick stench in the air. A black concoction of an open drain, as wide as the street itself, was flowing underneath. Once out of the ‘stench-zone’, he looked up towards the sky. It was ‘an inky’ black. He smiled. He liked this description the best.

Coming early from office that night, he had missed his usual office-dinner. So he had set out to find some on his own, although for now he was busy ‘observing’.

A couple walking together. Envy!
Then another common sight in this city – a group of gelled-hair-early-twenties in a plush car, playing loud music, laughing more than driving. The girls in the backseats vying for their attention more than the traffic on the road. And then the usual gloomy thought, of what it could have been! Among such thoughts, he continued.

It was then that he spotted the street side vendor selling ‘Momos’ .

Gastrocalypse began.

Breakfast the next day. Aahhhh! A terrible pain in the stomach. Intestines twisted and made their presence felt. Lumps of Upma going down the throat felt like stones pelted down the stomach. He spent the whole day in pain and then when it became unbearable, went home early. The next few weeks, he thought he had recovered but then the pain returned the same way in varying intensities.

Well, he did learn an important lesson in all this, two actually. Number one, when in pain, go to the Doctor immediately (he had delayed going to the doctor for around two months thinking it was a minor dyspeptic disorder which would heal by itself) and number two, that he was not invulnerable to street food and indigestion as he had always thought himself to be.

After a month of medicines and a careful diet, normalcy was restored. Oh thank God! He could enjoy food again!

But then, a dog bit him. 😦
Anti-Rabies injections began. He had three in one week and after the second one, the same stomach problem began again.