Pusruit of HappYness (purposefull spell glitch)

Life is as they say in the movie, Pursuit of HappYness... and yet people find it so difficult in the quest , but often they do miss the lil things that could give them that feeling.

Well it would appear rich for me to say in midst of my colleagues with their own share of trouble's with all three W's :P , but here we all are one, joined together by one, the elixir that holds the weak and the strong together in the same line.
But here I enjoy, listening to Pink Floyd or Red hot chilly peppers , we enjoy the beats, the jokes, the stupid slumbers, the clean up's.... and the endless call for night outs and ride in through the thick of the night, where to we want to go, still to get stuck in the circle of everyday pursuit, pursuit of happYness, but yet we fail to see its always there within the reach of our hand, lol, anyway after a hectic week, Im enjoyin this moment, this moment of liberation I could say, yet to find myself stuck, I thank, Akhil (my partner in crime) , Edwin , Amal, Sujith, Randeep, Suraj in the Ghost House

Just finding the magicin every moment that we live on, magic that eludes us in the trickery of life, its always there , but hard to find always. Just a simple smile or a stupid joke would always bring it up high :p

Anyway listening to Pink Floyd.... Wish you were here... guess thats the line to end with, here we go... endless in our pursuit... :D

Arrack and the Ego! :D

Header : A book shopping trip to Reliance timeout :D


First let me start with the nadan chollu.... '" Muttathe Mullayku Manamilla".

So here goes...

After a really tired week, even thou it was three days we had to finish a lot at work. Anway after working a lot in front of my system I decided that I am gonna stay away from my laptop and TV and decided to go find solace in a book. So I opened up my roommate's bookshelf, and saw Gravity's Rainbow and City of Joy. Both appeared really difficult for my overworked mind at that point and I decided to go for something light and witty. So there I go to Reliance timeout.

11:00 AM, Entered into Timeout!

11:03 Found this book called "Arrack in the afternoon" in the We recommend section. And instantly I took it (esp seeing the cover page :D ). I found the whole thing interesting especially the last line in the backcover. It was a line about how people tussle and try to get ahead of another.I turned the front cover and peeked if whether Independent or the Sunday telegraph had a word to say about it, something like "meticulously petrocious" (a ChaYoWo joke) :D Others forgive :p
But anyway I thought it would be something fresh.

And there comes the EGO! After reading the very best from Modern writers I felt a bit awkward to pick this one up, lol, I mean after Nabakov - Lolita, Kurt Vonnegut - Slaughterhouse Five and Joseph Heller - Something happened, I felt stupid picking this one up. I mean what if the book itself is studid and I would feel like a lame ass after reading it. My mind was like "Aye enthoke engeneya pedikya". Atleast oru National best seller enkilum vende...., She, ennalum! " lol
Anyway I took the book in my hand and with my high-headed soul decided to take a stroll through International Fiction and I found many interesting authors, and between them Mathew Menachery looked like a "Who am I".
I felt the Jose Saramago's and Ian McEwan's glaring at me with their Nobel and Booker Prizes captions glowing in bright red!! Lol , I mean they would have felt like I have picked a Perk XL Glucose from a shelf contained with Hershey's, Lindt etc.

I checked for other books and went on for an hour.

After an hour trying to satisfy my ego , I decided to give Mathew Menachery a chance and billed the damn thing.

My point is we are so saturated with western culture that we are not giving chance for the home grown talent, whether it be talents or brands or whatever be, Whenever something is labelled INDIAN, we say Oh righ! Where's the Lee showroom?

I feel embarrassed at myself that I too was a part of it, and for penance I thought il make it public, lol...

So I am off to those arrack smelling pages now and hope I do not feel like a lame ass after reading the whole damn thing,

Wait for the review thou :P

Melancholia...

the pristine creature of infinite melancholia
spreading the sense it preached...
this creature that never dies,
it plays around and around,now it,
defiled the wind with its doleful spores...
the rain in concert ,
lured me into the enticing wind,
it tainted my bliss with seeds of melancholy;
my bliss , tainted grey now,
I fell for this play and for the doleful spores,
hidden in the layers of time is what I seek to meliorate,
frozen in time I lay; Hidden,
is what I seek,in layers of time...
until I could rewind the clock,
Melancholia...

The habitless habit

Here I am , Staring into the dawn, another one of those sleepless nights for this dreaming insomniac.

A doorbell at 1:00. and lol, it aint ghosts. (Sorry to disappoint).
Two stray souls who walked all the way from Kaloor to kakkanad covering I guess could be like 10 km. Not because they dint get the bus or they were out of cash, guess its just a remembrance for the primitive past, a homage perhaps. Let's give around of applause for Sudheer Menon and Arun Devis for doing this amazing feat, or in my words, quiet fruitless and unnecessary exercise. Hehe..

Then the usual philo stuff, and there was this particular topics about people who always follow a definite pattern in life, the things they do, the time they wake up, the time they sleep, clockwork. Any change in the pattern would make them all restless and stuff.

But when looked upon our life, Arun gave me this thought that the only habit in our life we had is that its habitless.
The habitless habits... I just thought I will rant about this. But what about this, I dont know. Again I guess this can be equated to the mystery prime numbers are (ah not again right) .

I mean what should be the prior focus here...

Should it be the insomniac me and my habit less habits. I mean even that's some kind of habits right? Or should it be the tireless walkers paying tribute to our stone age ancestors?
should it be the patterned people, leading a mechanical life with patterns, in this patternless life?
or maybe I don't want to focus on anything, I just wanted to put this memory here in blogger.

I could end like a Martin Scorsese style asking "Which would be worse - to live as a monster, or to die as a good man? ".

The answer to these questions would not help us in anyway, because life can be lived in parallel,
we may travel in different lanes of life , yet we could all be in the same sphere of life. I guess that's the beauty of it.

So coming back to the header, I guess patterned or habit less life, doesn't really makes much difference. Because we all are traveling the parallel lanes of the same big wide road life is, it takes us more or less the same kind of places,
I mean unless you take opposite or more like diverging lanes...

I guess its not just with habits, but with life itself, most of the paths we take take us to the same kind of places, like happiness and peace.(again unless u take opposite ways)

I don't know if its like that, I have no way to know, but if it aint like that, I could just pray let it be like that, let everyone of us find bliss in his or her own way....

Goodnight and god bless...

The prime numbered life...

Life, the mystery of mysteries.
I always thought life can be described in umpteen number of ways...
Life is crazy,
Life is simple,
Life is tough,
Life is a roller coaster,
Also you would have heard the popular rant, Life is a bitch... lol,

but here goes a paragraph from the book.. "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon.". - The book is about a kid with autism goes in search of the murderer of the Dog that died in the neighborhood, his mannerisms and the way he see's things...

This excerpt is something that WOW ed me. one of the best writings that simplifies the explanation of LIFE. And I guess this is as good as it gets, i.e explaining how some things cant be explained. I don't think there would be a better way to do this...
Here goes...
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"Chapters in books are usually given the cardinal numbers 1,2,3,4,5,6 and so on But I have decided to give my chapters prime numbers 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13 and so on because I like prime numbers.

This is how you work out what prime numbers are. First you write down all the positive whole number in the world. Then take away all the numbers that are multiple of 2. Then you take away all the number that are multiples of 3. Then you take away all the that are multiples of 4 and 5 and 6 and 7 and so on. The numbers that are left are the prime numbers.


The rule for working out prime numbers is really simple, but no one has ever worked out a simple formula for telling you whether a very big number is a prime number or what the next one will be. If a number is really, really big, it can take a computer years to work out whether it is a prime number.


Prime numbers are useful for writing codes and in America they are classed as Military Material and if you find one over 100 digits long you have to tell the CIA and they buy it off you for $10, 000. But it would not be a very good way of making a living.

Prime numbers are what is left when you have taken all the patterns away. I think prime numbers are like life. They are very logical but you could never work out the rules, even if you spent all your time thinking about them."

Curtain falls....
My Rants

Clap Clap Mr Haddon!

and no matter what happens, we all are and always will be these pattern less prime numbers living on trying hard to make out the patterns that doesn't exist...

Why the ink should flow? or the Pixels I say.

This is why I consider I should be writing. Or maybe not just me, but the whole lot for whom writing is something....

For those of ya all who have seen "Zindagi na milegi dubara" remember when Katrina says Deep Sea Diving is like meditation for her, its the same with me, writing...
it comes from a source within, a source that's true and pure, maybe thats what we call as the soul, the embodiment of ourselves,

When I write, I think clear , not just about what I write, but everything else that's happening.
My mind normally is in 7 places in parallel, but when I write all 7 becomes one, not like the horcruxes of Voldemort but more like Po, the Kung fu Panda's quest for Inner Peace :)

I come across a peaceful bliss, a whim of blessed solitude I must say. Also this keeps me focused, keeps both feet on the ground.

It makes me stay in touch with who I am always, that blessed glow that lightens up the whole human in me~

Phew~! Enough of this loada Philo, so what I wanted to bring out was every Lazy ass out there (no offence , coz even Im involved.) who can jot down something , to do it...

So here we go again :)

Alas~! The Dream ripens :)

Okay the prologue...

I always wanted to be an intense blogger , but always thought , I will start to be one when I get a regular internet connection.
( P.S I never had one since school. Coz I dint wanted another nitwit in my long list of time wasting skills I had procured and sharpened over time )

But now I took one (the need arised), And I thought I will atleast write one entry to pacify myself and the promises I always make with the lazy part of me. In this case its being a blogger.

I think I should write one separate entry to why I think I should be writing itself.

So to the blogger I may never become (too much apathy and procastination)!!

Let me write in detail about abstract things,
let me write poems, where each words are like breezes that the butterfly loves to be in,
let me write about shades of black and white,
about people being judgmental or about people itself,
about football, about friendship...
about life itself...

and let something of the above come true, I mean how many times should one disappoint oneself.

But let the toast be to the blogger that I never may happen to be :D

and let this break one of my signature sayings "monotony in its grave peril" :D
So here I go....