Off on a Tangent ~ හිතුමතේ හී සර

Ive been hennaed!! as in Henna -ed. Yeah thats Henna. You know that stuff people put in their hair to make it black (or brown). This is what happened: Yesterday my mummy dearest made me sit down and apply henna on her hair. This has never been tried at home before due to the questionable domestic abilities of her first born. However due to the recent shifting houses thingie we're minus a beauty salon. So ...haha as they said in Oliver Twist, the lot fell on yours truly. Since we didnt have a hair dye brush in the house, ammi came up with the brainwave of using a toothbrush. So I put 2 packs of henna to a bit of tea and mixed it about, and started applying the muck on ammis hair. So there I was, happily spreading this brwnish-greenish goo with the toothbrush and not bothering to keep the goo out of my fingers...After all, I reasoned, henna is natural right? So its not like a toxic substance or whatever right? And it will go away right? And then halfway through, ammi suddenly says ...

Thanks to John , I have been forced to write this post...Anyway here goes: I love daydreaming. When I get bored at the office I look straight ahead of me and stare into the blank wall and pretend that there's a window and I can see a magical kingdom out of that window. There's always pink smoke...Hmm dont know why... I'm a Chocoholic! I love all things chocolate. My fav are chocs with nuts. And Hot chocolate! Yummm...Just imagine drinking a steaming mug of hot chocolate on a rainy afternoon... I am addicted to reading. I read and read and read. I cant stop it. I read in my room, in the car, in the bus, in the train, in the garden, at the dining table, in the bathroom, I cant stop!! Help!! I love playing around with ones and zeros aka programming! So I'm really lucky that I get to do that for a living... I hate fake accents. I still have a crush on Fox Mulder When I make cake I eat the batter. It has different tastes at different stages. Actually I enjoy eating the batte...

I love my campus. I love the shady trees that line Reid Avenue and Thurston Road and the pretty yellow flowers that bloom and fall ever so gently on the young lovers who underneath. On early mornings I enter uni through Thurston Road entrance, and walk down the path past the Open Canteen, past the Math department, along the campus grounds, and I have felt the eternal youth that resides in these quarters, of truth and beauty and freedom… And yet, sometimes I do wonder what is going on inside certain people’s heads. The way these people act is so illogical and perplexing – not to mention disgusting. What am I getting at here? For one thing, I have noticed there seems to be a new breed of male students who have taken up the habit of passing snide comments to their fellow female students (on the way they dress). Yes, I do know that this is common practice in our much ‘cultured’ isle but really, I have spent four years at UOC and no one had anything to say to me inside uni – until these ...

I recently came across this book 'PopCo' by Scarlett Thomas. Its what is apparently known as 'Mathematical Fiction'. Non-math ppl, don't go away though! Its not technical at all ...It discusses stuff ranging from Cryptography , Reimann Hypothesis and Alan Turing to homeopathic remedies when you're 'feeling like glass' and even a cake recipe for a cake called 'Let them eat cake'!.. This book is loads of fun and can send your imagination overdrive. I suppose its central character Alice being a sort of geek gal, it would appeal to fellow geeks (like me)! Apart from being a fun read, it also questions some things that we take for granted today. Like, how much lies are consumers forced to digest by the corporate propaganda. Certain info on how milk is produced freaked me out totally that I havent been able to drink milk without a guilty conscience for days! Closing comment from the book : Change the World

All good things must come to an end. All joyful welcomes must end in tearful adieus. And so I say goodbye to you, my most trusted and loyal canine friend. I wish I had talked to you more, given you more hugs, played more silly games … I wish … I wish … I hope you were brave in the face of death when the time came. I hope that Death’s scythe fell swiftly and caused you no pain. Were you really happy with us? Was the love and care that we gave you really enough? I only know that in a treacherous world, your love for me was unquestioning and unconditional, and for that I am thankful forevermore…

Woke up late on Wednesday morn and was immediately depressed because of the number of lecture notes I had to study before the 4 th . At 10 it occurred to my foggy mind that I was due at Queens to lunch with my old school buddies …or was I? Was it Wednesday or Thursday? And was it 12 or 1? Hmm… a phone call to London and her mom assures me ( London being unavailable at the time due to her annual bath) that the date is indeed today and the time is 12 pm. I decide to study a bit more and soon feel disgusted at my lecture notes, which contain gazillion definitions all in the size of micro print. Maybe they forgot to handout microscopes at the lecture. At 11.30, I abandon the heady world of wffs and FOPL and head for Queens . 12.30 – Arrive at Queens . All my friends minus one are already there! Awww its so good to see the gals again! Ooh Mad-Oori is wearing glasses!! Gonsi says she’s supposed to wear specks as well, but she doesn’t. ‘Umm why?’ we ask. ‘It looks so ugly’ comes ...

Why do we bother to blog? What is the compelling reason behind it? Why does someone feel the urge to tell the world what she feels about certain things in life? Why does he/she want to advertise what she did on that rainy afternoon when the electricity was out and dinner was burnt and the dog had run away? Why? Why? Why?!! I suppose we're all bit of egotists in a way...assuming that our lives are so important that they need to be documented, remembered(?) As for me I cant really give a straight answer to why I started blogging - it just occurred to me that it might be a fun thing to do! However, some people use blogs as a way to keep in touch with their family & friends. You can let your loved ones share your life even if you live thousands of miles apart : these are the personal type of blogs which record the events of the authors life just like a regular diary - well maybe not quite like a regular diary!- after all, who'd like to let their mom know how drunk he got at la...