Dr. Bourgeoislove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bonne année

Life in North American society embodies a basic contradiction between capitalism - the luminous bourgeois ideals of peace, freedom, opportunity, love, and community and the harsh, brutal realities of the irrational economic system which encourages these ideals and feeds off their unobtainability. The whole function of trade and commerce is to exacerbate this disjunction.

Business destroys the coveted bourgeois values and the familial structures set up to secure and nurture those values. Social mobility, success, depends on brutality; this is the primary law of capitalism. Capitalist competition severely limits the ability of most people to become very close to any other people.

Religion is an important prop of bourgeois ideology, the Church represents a community of sorts. And in it's inability to comfort anyone the church shows its impotence. It is one more bourgeois ideal that does not work.

Family ties, social mobility, quest for security, companionship, and even religious values all relate and correspond to real universal human needs for community, love, respect, support, appreciation.

Social institutions which function in four levels of familial affiliations — the nuclear family, the extended family, the ethnic community, and the Church — upon which the we rely to provide and protect these values, wither before the irrational, destructive forces of capitalism, the main goal of which is profit, not the meeting of human needs.

Each institution strives unsuccessfully to create an ideal community. In all cases, the needs of business destroy whatever communal aspects these associations might provide. In fact, it is the very effort to conserve and support these families that becomes corrupted by business and destroys them.

Capitalism, at its best, must destroy human life and associations to exist. Thus, the more vigorously bourgeois society strives to achieve the ideals it has set for itself, the more destructive and corrupt it becomes.

Economic dependence is a debilitating experience for anyone in this society.

Afterthought: May the new year bring light to more people. From their own personal darkness, may each one be emancipated by his/her own free will.

The Capitalist Who Stole Christmas

Hope you have a "Merry You-Know-What" and enjoy your "Christmas vacation"; oops I mean winter closure.

In a desperate cry to escape the tortures inflicted upon me this side of the wall of separation between church and state. I cry for help. This is not a rant about the gumming up of civilized discourse in a phlegm of hateful resentment of everything secular.

Christmas today is an exuberant display of human ingenuity, capitalist productivity, and the enjoyment of life. I'd actually prefer if people saw what it was they were celebrating and called it just that. In this case why bother with the terminology call it what it is - 'Winter Shopping Festival.'

It is not just on religious issues that the media and the intelligentsia seem determined to suppress, it's an ongoing symptom that plagues the entire passive aggressive global society. In the international jungle, made more dangerous by terrorist networks that circle the globe, anything that it is not defended is in jeopardy.

And if we let liberal ideals govern the nature of holidays, we'll learn that the best customs of Christmas, from carols to trees to spectacular decorations, have their root in pagan ideas and practices. These customs were greatly amplified by American culture, as the product of reason, science, business, worldliness, and egoism, i.e., the pursuit of happiness.

Undermining a sense of the worthiness of a society undermines that allegiance -- and, without allegiance, there is no defense. No society can survive in the long run without the allegiance of its people.

Christmas shopping is like pornography -- nobody wants to admit they've seen it, yet everybody seems to know what it looks like.

The majority of the population take part in the tradition of commercialized, secular Christmas. Why? Because it's fun, especially for the kids in the family. What kid doesn’t like candy canes, snowman cookies, Santa Claus, parties and toys?

It’s almost impossible to be a kid in North America or Western Europe and not get enraptured by the “magic” of the Christmas season. We all know that the stores we got our loved ones gifts from and the reatil sales associates who served us were referring to the commercialized, secular Christmas—the one that fattens their profits while raising credit card debt.

Essentially, Christmas has been captured by capitalism. The Grinch hasn’t stolen Christmas. Capitalism has.

Christmas is gradually being secularized into a season of general merrymaking and loads of money making. It is in transition from religious “holy day” to secular holiday.

The retail industry's main goal is for you to buy something. They will jump on any excuse you might have, to not only excite you to shop, but woo you into their establishments.

Capitalism doesn’t care. The market doesn’t care. All that matters is how to make the best profit possible from selling products to the public.

One reason you might shop is to buy a present for someone. In the very late fall, a majority of the population is not only buying one present for someone, but many presents for many people, to the delight of the retail stores (and hopefully the delight of the recipients).

Life requires reason, selfishness, capitalism; that is what Christmas should celebrate -- and really, underneath all the pretense, that is what it does celebrate. It is time to take the Christ out of Christmas, and turn the holiday into a guiltlessly egoistic, pro-reason, this-worldly, commercial celebration.

And -- before it becomes taboo -- a Happy New Year. Oh wait! It's the beginning of a new tax year, and the next five or six months will be spent working for the government.

Are you a Macaulayalee?

Thomas Babington Macaulay's speech of Feb 2,1835, to the British Parliament speaks volumes of where we as a nation stood. Then his Minute on Indian Education, delivered in 1835 again spoke volumes of us and what was expected of us, "...a class who may be interpreters between us and the millions whom we govern; a class of persons, Indian in blood and colour, but English in taste, in opinions, in morals, and in intellect..."

Suggested Reading:

http://www.hindu.org/publications/fgautier/selfdenial.html

http://www.geocities.com/ifihhome/articles/sk001.html

The Second Slice of the Chinese Melon

About 200 years ago, Napoleon Bonaparte returned from China and said, "That is a sleeping dragon. Let him sleep! If he wakes, he will shake the world."

Well, China is wide awake today, economically and strategically. The fastest growing region on the global landscape with an economy that came out unscathed out of the East-Asian Currency Crisis and the SARS epidemic just to bolster its place as the 6th largest GDP in the world. As of 2003, China was the world’s second largest economy—only surpassed by the U.S.—and had the highest growth rate of any major country. And not to mention an open arm welcome into the WTO General Council with a makeover from the World's Factory as the World's Market.

What baffles North American Economists the most is the Chinese economic engagement came with a learning curve so steep its continuing development poses a threat to them? China challenging North America's strong holds of industry & manufacturing comes with a lot of political ‘shock’ and wee bit of economic ‘awe’.

China’s economy opening up to the outside world worries those who fear that country’s huge pool of low-cost labor will drain jobs from the North American shores, and less expensive goods will spark trade problems. China’s untapped market present huge opportunities for North American businesses that would surely outweigh any loss of jobs, but the sort of jobs that had left to China a long time ago were the low-wage, low-skill jobs. Will the day when higher-wage, high-skill jobs are outsourced to China mark the epic struggle pitting the American eagle and the Chinese dragon?

There is a distinction to be made between deepening economic ties, fostering multinational trade and global manipulation by companies for their own vested interests. Outsourcing might be distressing to the system prevailing, unwilling to accept the pace of change. But unlike ever before, North America's impotency to produce timely innovative cutting-edge technologies, ideas and industries is hurting its image.

The real question is how many consumers of the 'Welfare Capitalist Economy' actually see the effects of 'Neo-Imperialist Globalization'.

The achievements on the economic plane of life in North America outstrip progress on the political plane to such an extent that economics and politics have lost their synchronicity. The flattening of the global economic playing field, in cohesion with a bastardized global political plane leaves a fertile ground for the gutters of the world to pool together.

Capitalist ruling classes in North America, have an attitude toward government economic policy that needs to be checked. This should ensure the operations of the Chinese marketers do not impede our ability to create jobs in North America and protect the working people of North America from the tremulous changes of supply and demand.

It should come as no surprise that China, of all the bureaucratized and degenerating workers states, has been able to make the greatest progress toward capitalist restoration. The strategic vision of the Chinese bureaucracy to align themselves with the neo-capitalist entrepreneurs of the globe are responsible in their getting rich and morphing into capitalists while the great majority in China, are suffering a decline in their living standards.

The People’s Republic of China (PRC) has embarked on a pragmatic and outward-looking program of economic development that focuses primarily on exports, foreign investment, technology and closer ties with the West.

The Chinese leadership clearly realizes that domestic development and sound trade expansion rely on stable international economic conditions. China is rapidly becoming the world's biggest "low-cost" manufacturer, flooding the global marketplace with relatively cheap electronics and appliances.

The domestic market in China is rapidly developing, showing every indication of becoming, within as little as another generation, at least as important as the United States as a mass market for global suppliers of everything from computers, cell phones, and other electronic goods to automobiles, refrigerators and other consumer durables. China is already at least as important as the United States in terms of incremental growth in imports.

The Made-In-China world we live exists mainly thanks to the manufacturing plants on the mainland, that take advantage of low wages and high productivity (very high rates of exploitation) and a substantial percentage of China's exports are the fruits of foreign firm production in China (rather than indigenous Chinese firms).

China-"the world's sweatshop" has long been lusted after by multinationals eager to gain customers in the world's most populous domestic economy and to exploit China's natural resources and relatively low cost (and abundant) workforce.

In a world where China's emergence as a major base for foreign firms to assemble manufactured goods;

• Where its influence over the free flow of capital, goods and executive talent across the globe is rocking the delicate balance between economic and military carrot and sticks.

• Where ever-closer political ties have blurred the lines between friend and foe.

• Where North American corporations are willing to sacrifice manufacturing jobs, technology and military security in pursuit of quick profits.

• Where multinational affiliates, these outposts of American capitalism are used by the Chinese to manufacture products exported back to the US thereby creating a trade imbalance.

One begins to wonder the role of China in the North American economy is it one of a ‘strategic competitor’ or is it one of a ‘strategic partner’. Bureaucrats and capitalists on both sides of the mutually incompatible social systems are counter posed to the working class of the world. Be it the world's capitalist countries or the degenerating workers states they outsource to.

East Asian efforts to penetrate the North American industry, to gather innovative technology and sensitive business information, have made headlines in the past. Today the world is changing before our very eyes. Some old rivalries are fading while others are coming to the forefront. Today's friend may become tomorrow enemy and visa versa. This is especially true in the rapidly changing world of shifting political alliances and changing boundaries for economic competition.

Neither China nor North America will ever be a paradise for workers. But workers, like institutional investors, must have the confidence in financial institutions, stock markets and government regulators for an economy to grow.

China is an economy undergoing rapid transformation. Its rapid growth has brought great opportunities and challenges—both for China and for the rest of the world. Some producers see Chinese competition as a threat. They worry about losing market share, about the impact on their markets from highly competitive Chinese exports. That's as familiar a refrain as it is an understandable one.

But China's growth has brought immense new opportunities for exporters—of primary commodities, of manufacturing inputs and of finished goods. China is contributing to the growth of world trade, not displacing it from elsewhere.

And competition from Chinese exports has benefited consumers across the world as well. Let us not forget that competition is one of the great benefits that freer trade brings, even when it forces some painful restructuring for those firms unused to it.

But China, too, is undergoing major and sometimes painful restructuring. It is a large and populous country. It has a cumbersome and inefficient bureaucracy, especially at the local level and in state-owned enterprises. Many of its citizens still live in abject poverty, and the gap between rich and poor has widened. It faces enormous demographic challenges as its population ages rapidly over the next few decades. Its banking system is saddled with bad debts that will, ultimately, have to be written off.

Chinese policymakers are seeking to maintain economic growth at levels that can have an impact on poverty while avoiding inflationary pressures that would ultimately hamper growth. And they are often relying on policy instruments that are at best unreliable in what is increasingly functioning like a market economy.

The challenges for China are not new, of course. The transition we are witnessing today started more than two decades ago. Adjustment is a relatively slow process even in small simple economies—and China is neither small nor simple.

What has changed is the extent to which all our economic fortunes are now linked with those of China. Its sheer size and its dynamism make it increasingly important for global economic growth. With Japan's economy largely stagnant for much of the 1990s, China played a crucial part in sustaining and helping to fuel Asian economic growth. With European growth still lackluster, the opportunities offered by Chinese growth are increasingly important for North America. It is in all our interests that the Chinese economic miracle is sustained.

Outsourcing

Outsourcing: a.k.a. Industrial prostitution - To whore out work to less fortunate, less informed, more vulnerable workers who will do the labor because they need the work, the money and the security of having a job.

If that's not what outsourcing is what is?

Outsourcing: Manufacturers cutting corners by exploiting workers on some other corner of the globe today for their own personal profits, reducing productions costs.

I thought that was what Imperialist conquests were all about. I thought those days were over. I thought the world was a better place today in comparison to the world described in my dilapidated old history books. I guess I was wrong to come oot of those classrooms feeling it was a better place we lived in today.

Its just too many people dont care to see through it all. Its just too many people intend to live the American pipe dream; to make it being in the capitalist heart land of the world but more often get hit by the realities of the Welfare capitalist economy that they live in. Factory workers are great ... they hardly ever save any money they blow it all away... in booze, food, mortgage. the service industry workers are even better they talk the talk ... but can hardly get anywhere close to walking the walk.

And with all those war monging inbred plaid clad bible thumping red necks, taking advantage of every immigrant that sets foot on the land, with all those political hang ups, socio-economic hiccups. What's it going to take to tear down these walls of mistrust... These walls of hatred .. these walls of racial prejudices, of religious hegimony, of social inequalities...

maybe a whole lotta love...

Why do Engineering Students Whine So Much ?

If there is a singular commonality in every technology course taught through out the Engineering College system it's this un-deviated classroom style from the following pattern:

1) Greet class.

2) Ask if there were any questions about the previous day's problem set.

3) If so, work out the problem in question on the chalkboard, without further explanation.

4) Repeat step 3) as needed.

5) Announce the pages in the textbook from which the next problem set would be derived.

6) Perform a sample problem from the new problem set.

7) Ask if anyone has any questions.

8) Give the problem set assignment.

9) Dismiss the class.

Going through the above described scenario for the past couple of semesters I have begun to feel like I am on a Star Trek episode. "Captain, I think I understand… these creatures communicate through multivariable calculus problems!"

Through the course of all the harried teaching I saw and experienced that took place there would be the rare occasion where actually the occasional concept would be explained. But for most of the time it's a Whine and Cheese affair. These complaints that I speak of, well are they really serious or are they more of a routine need to vent, that's for you to decide...

"If you get a 60% below on ANY quiz," You would get the "YOU ARE NOT STUDYING HARD ENOUGH." remarks. I have wondered what would happen if you got a 30% on a quiz. Were you branded forever? Expelled? Excommunicated?

The social-life-killing workload is the stuff geeky nerd humor among the 3rd year technology students is comprised of. Often heard slogans include, “Sleep is for the weak!" & "Your underwear has two sides."

First-Year students rarely pose questions that challenge teachers enough. They bail out before they get a chance to learn to think. I don’t blame them; instructors need to re-evaluate how they are teaching students because the stress is showing in students today. Somebody's got to have a look at their blended families, their IM hot wired SNAFU life styles. Students today are consumers and technology education must change to meet that reality.

Health Sciences & Business have changed the way they work with students, using problem based approaches, putting students into small groups where they have to decide what they need to know and how they should solve a problem. That’s the way technology works in the real world, but the college system has been slow to embrace these strategies probably because they require a lot of skill on the part of faculty.

Compose in your mind a montage of quizzes covered in red ink, classes wasted in the stupor of incomprehension, and frowning instructors muttering strange spells in their eerie scientific jargon. And as time passes there grows a void between you and the instructor that seems increasingly unbridgeable as the days go by.

The Technology streams regularly get good students and if they are not successful, it can’t be entirely their fault. It might just be that faculty have to move out of “we’ve covered it; it’s done” operating model to a “knowing how it is that students actually learn their technology courses approach.” I guess it’s time for the college to tell faculty members that they need training in speech.

I honestly believe there are a finite number of smart people who enroll into Mohawk College's Technology Programs who chose this as a viable career option. But if we are to live up to the provincial need for technically qualified people of a certain stature it's high time we find a way to retain students smart enough to do the math and motivated enough to at least take a bite at the technology apple, but who are turned off by the overwhelming coursework, low grades, and abysmal teaching.

Find a way to teach engineering technology to verbally oriented students who can't learn math by sense of smell. Demand from (and give to) students an actual mastery of the material, rather than relying on bogus on-the-curve pseudo-grades that hinge upon the amount of credit a fatigued instructor wants to dole out. Use textbooks that are more than just glorified problem set manuals. Give grades that will make engineering technology graduates get to be competitive in a grade-inflated environment.

None of these things will happen, of course. Our professors are perfectly happy weeding out undesirables with absurd boot-camp courses that conceal the inability of said professors to communicate with words. Fewer students will pursue engineering technology majors, and Canada will grow ever more reliant upon foreign brainpower to design our scientific and manufacturing endeavors.

The Revenge of the von Trapp Family

When I think about revenge, I think about The Sound of Music. After everything the Nazis put that plucky von Trapp family through, they all end up on the top of that mountain, singing, with Julie Andrews spinning around them like a deranged wind-up toy. They seem utterly at peace. What a perfect final image, as they climb up from the valley of their former lives, perching for a moment on the high border between the past and future before they descend into their new home.

WARNING: I haven't actually seen The Sound of Music in years, and I hardly paid attention to it anyway because I thought it was a girls' movie and I was mad because we had to watch it instead of the show about hyenas.

But think about how bitter the von Trapps must have felt about leaving their home behind, in the hands of the Nazis, even if it was to go to a new, safer place. Their relief at being liberated from their oppressors probably kept them from thinking too much about revenge for at least a few months. Eventually, their human desire for Justice must have reared its head. Captain von Trapp would heave the ax fiercely into the firewood and asked himself how anyone could get away with all that Evil, and why God was showing no sign striking back and reasserting the superior power of Good.

Sure, the Nuremberg trials provided the von Trapps and the rest of us w ith the sense that there was at least a measure of Justice in the world. But as they grew numb and familiar to their new homes, the von Trapps lay in their beds and considered that the overwhelming majority of shitty human behavior goes completely unpunished. Everybody noticed that Julie Andrews didn't lead the family in musical rounds the way she used to. Her and the Captain began to feel secretly, shamefully repulsed by each other, and tried frantically to hide their flagging desires. And that little kid stopped doing that really cute thing he kept doing in the movie. That thing about milking cows or buffing his lederhosen or something.

The valley where they now lived, that had seemed so fresh and alive with promise when they saw it from the mountaintop, was growing cramped, as if squeezing and contracting to expel them. Or possibly, their need for revenge was growing so large that nothing could contain it. That girl who was in love with the Nazi boy began a series of sexual relationships with obnoxious, grabby boys who could never help her reconstruct her shattered belief in the existence of love. When at last she befriended a young man who treated her with respect, Julie Andrews finally broke her heart by seducing him on the family's clavichord. Discovering Julie Andrews helping the gawky, virginal boy to undo her underthings, the Captain flew into a rage and fetched the ax. Everyone in the von Trapp's adopted town was treated to the shameful sight of the tearful and naked young man, running from the enraged Captain, with his still-erect penis bobbing frantically before him.

Another member of the traumatized von Trapp clan took out his pent-up anger by laying out poison for small farm animals. The Captain caught him hiding in the bushes beside a neighbor's field, watching the baby goats go wobbly-legged and collapse into tiny heaving mounds moments after eating the snacks he had left for them. The Captain beat him soundly, venting his helpless fury at the dawning realization that his family was disintegrating around him and he could do nothing to save them. He had led them here to safety, and yet they were each somehow still trapped in the merciless grip of a brutal regime.

WARNING: In the interests of avoiding legal action, this would be an appropriate time to point out that as plausible as this scenario may sound, I made it up.

Every day, millions of men, women, and children beg their gods for Justice, for some small redress of their grievances, and get the cold shoulder in return. To them, the line between Justice and revenge becomes as insignificant as the lines on a sidewalk. When you were a kid, you taunted yourself with the idea that stepping on that line would break your mother's back. You still half-believed in the cosmic consequences of even the most insignificant act. Now that you're older and acquainted with injustice, you walk unafraid over the lines and toward wherever you're headed.

Fear & Loathing in Professional College

What is the freshman experience? If we follow that question seriously it will lead us past the zone of academic bullshit, where dedicated teachers pass their knowledge on to a new generation, and into the nitty-gritty of human needs and hang-ups.

First, let's see what's happening now. Let's look at the role students play in what we like to call education. College is where we let the dying society inject its venom into us. They exploit and enslave students, they petrify society and they make democracy unlikely. And it's not what we are taught that does the harm but instead how we are taught.

College freshmen are pushed around, their will is stolen, they are turned into timid square apathetic slaves --authority addicts. A student is expected to know his place. The faculty tells us what courses to take, what to read, what to write, and frequently, where to set the margins on his word processed document. They tell us what's true and what isn't. Some teachers insist that they encourage dissent but they're almost always just teasing and every student knows it.

In fact, for the freshman student, it doesn't make that much difference which program you're in. The real lesson is the method. The medium in college truly is the message. And the medium is, above all, coercive. You're forced to attend. The subjects are required. You have to do homework. You must observe college rules. And throughout, you're bullied into docility and submissiveness. They may pad the handcuffs--but the handcuffs stay on.

It's how you're taught that does the harm. You may only study geometry for a semester-- or Calculus for two years. But doing what you're told, whether or not it makes sense, is a lesson you get every blessed school day for twelve years or more. You know how malleable we humans are. And you know what good learners we are--how little time it takes us to learn to drive a car or a plane or to play passable guitar. So imagine what the effect must be upon our apt and impressionable minds of a twelve-year course in servility.

Twelve years pitted against your classmates in a daily Roman circus. The game is Doing What You're Told. The winners get gold stars, affection & envy. They get A's, honours, awards and college scholarships. The losers get humiliation and degradation. The fear of losing the game is a great fear: it's the fear of swats, of the principal's office, and above all the fear of failing. What if you fail and have to watch your friends move past you to glory? And, of course, the worst could happen: you could be expelled. Not very many kids get swats or fail or are expelled. But it doesn't take many for the message to be heard. These few heavy losers are like severed heads displayed at the city gates to keep the populace in line.

The unwritten law of the land when it comes to instructors is: Tell the man what he wants to hear or he'll fail your ass out of the course! When a teacher says "jump", students jump. Even more discouraging than this master-slave approach to education is the fact that the students take it. They haven't gone through twelve years of schooling for no reason. They've learned one thing and perhaps only one thing during those twelve years. They've forgotten their algebra. They've grown to fear and resent literature. They write like they've been lobotomized. But, Wow, can they follow orders!

Students don't ask that the orders they are given make sense. They've given up expecting things to make sense long before they leave elementary school. Things are true because the teacher says they're true. Your english teacher tells you a noun is a person, place or thing. So let it be. The important thing is to please her. Back in kindergarten, you found out teachers only love children who’d stand in nice straight lines. And that's where it's been at ever since.

What could possibly explain what we see in a freshman class? Is it a slave mentality? We are obliging on the surface but hostile and resistant underneath. Students vary in their awareness of what's going on. Some recognize their own put-on for what it is worth and even let their rebellion break through to the surface now and then. Others -- including most of the "good students" -- have been more deeply brainwashed. They swallow the crap with greedy mouths. They honest-to-God believe in grades, in busy work, in General Education requirements.

College entrance requirements tend to screen out the rebels. Not entirely, of course. Some students are expert con artists who know perfectly well what's happening. They want the diploma and spend their years in the penitentiary alternately laughing and cursing as they play the game. If their egos are strong enough, they cheat a lot. And, of course, even when they are angry down deep somewhere, it comes out in passive rather than active aggression. Frequent spells of laziness makes them misread simple questions. They spend their night mechanically outlining and highlighting chapters while meticulously failing to comprehend a single word of what's in front of them.

My question here would be; Why does the medium of education affect the freshmen so deeply while its purported content--the subject matter--so often slips their minds? I believe this is partly because the content varies from year to year while the form remains more or less the same. But also, the form--a structure of rules, punishments, rewards--affects us directly in a real way, while the subject matter may have no such immediate grasp on our lives. After all, don't we tend to learn best what matters most? Under a coercive system it isn't really the subject that matters. What matters is pleasing the authorities. These two are far from being one in the same.

Finally, there's the darkest reason of all for the master-slave approach to education. For one thing, damn little education takes place in colleges. How could it? You can't educate slaves, you can only train them. Or, to use an even uglier and more timely word, you can only program them.

Students don't get emancipated when they graduate. As a matter of fact, we don't let them graduate until they've demonstrated their willingness -- over 16 years -- to remain slaves. And for important jobs, like teaching, we make them go through more years just to make sure.

Educational oppression is trickier to fight than any other form of oppression. If you're a terrorist, they can't exile you. They either have to intimidate you or kill you. But in high school or college they can just bounce you out of the fold. And they do. Rebel students and renegade faculty members get smothered or shot down with devastating accuracy. Others get tired of fighting and voluntarily leave the system.

Students have immense unused power. They could, theoretically, insist on participating in their own education. They could make academic freedom bilateral. They could teach their teachers to thrive on love and admiration, rather than fear and respect, and to lay down their weapons. Students could discover community. And they could learn to dance by dancing on the scantron cards. They could raze one set of walls and let life come blowing into the classroom. They could raze another set of walls and let education flow out and flood the streets. They could turn the classroom into where it's at -- a field of action. And believe it or not, they could study eagerly and learn prodigiously for the best of all possible reasons -- their own reasons.

They could, Theoretically. They have the power. If history has taught us one thing, for students, as for any oppressed group of people, the hardest battle isn't with the enemy, It's with what enemy has done to your mind

Schrodinger's Solipsistic Student

Concerts tend to bring out the best in musical performers. For some reason uncomprehendible to the most of us, there is sense of connection that you can feel at a really charged up concert. We barely get a glimpse of it and never truely last in that euphoric moment forever.

In a classroom, we're neither looking for a concert like experience, nor are we want a Seinfeld-esque personality.

When I walk into that class room, what I'm secretly hoping for is somebody who can engages the intellect of the class, making them feel good they're alive. Yet there have been several an occasion, you are made to feel like yet another formless boring data dump by someone who not only hasn’t figured out how to connect with the class, he hasn’t even realized he needs to.

Students have accepted the fact of the matter that most of their teachers simply launch into their own work as if

• they have read and thoroughly assimilated all previous work in the field;

• they can absorb, in real time, all of the material about to be verbally inflicted on them; and

• they can accurately extract all the important conclusions from this spiel with little or no help from the teacher.

It takes quite a bit of effort to stay awake at the best of times to figure out the context, if not surmise that deep down within somewhere hidden away is a logical flow of ideas.

The greatest trick Microsoft ever pulled was convincing the world that PowerPoint was not Evil. "Bullet Oriented" visual aids establish a military relationship between the student and the instructor. Powerpoint has this way of efficiently bulldozing subtlety replacing it with ambiguous phrases and lowering the student's IQ by 20 points.

Very soon one finds the presentation has taken on a rather gonzo element. Moderately promising data morphs itself into chartjunk poking it's finger into the eye of thought.

Well how did these visual aids that were supposed to get the main points across maintaining a logical flow of ideas come to the point of driving students up the wall. Powerpoint allows speakers to pretend that they are giving a real talk, and audiences to pretend that they are really listening.

When the time comes to open your text books to page N, and it's kind of like story time but when the contents of the book are read aloud to the entire class, and you get this eerie feeling you know less about the subject that when he started reading trust me it's bad.

This is when it comes to mind, hey if JFK had powerpoint would he have been a better speaker. Would "I have a dream" sounded any better if we saw it with some animation....

Is it too much to walk into a lecture hall and find someone who's

• Kind without being a pushover

• Knowledgeable without being condescending

• Clearly expressive without being boring

Freaky-No-Mix: A Rogue Explores The Hidden Side of Almost Something

The following document is thanks to Freakonomics... If there's one thing I detest it's having to create the same kinda stuff over and over again.. I can relate to God .. i mean he did the original patented creation himself and left man with the pleasurable unoriginal procreation mass manufacturing part..

Well back to my original idea of righting the write stuff.. [sic] well this book got me thinking .. it rekindled my thought process and shed new light on already existing preconcieved notions about life in general... it was actually the very first time i read a piece of non-fiction and said to myself ... this guy better come out with his sequel pretty quick...

as for the piece of literature i intend to write... compared to the original book this is going to be a joke of an effort .. but hey it's just me flexing my grey cells ...

ahem.. ahem... testing grey matter ...well let's wind the clocks back to the year 1991... the year the narishimha rao congress I regime came ot power in india... manmohan singh opened the floodgates to international inverstors and the trade markets openned up... we in india saw a huge influx of trade and commerce... the harshad mehta stock market incident ... the Rajan Pillai East-West Airlines scandal; i mean the lil factoids you can gather from the era are gigantormous...But let's just stray away from all that and have a look at something totally irrelevent ...

The year is 1995 and both Aishwarya Rai and Sushmitha Sen won the respective beauty contests that they participated in ... .My pondering in this case is ...what did these women have that their predecessors didnt have.. was it that in the couple of years [91-95] they were able to acquire int'l beauty consultants and we adopted a new strategy in training these girls .... or were their vested interest in choosing these women to be winners in the contest...

Let's speak in numbers ... a country of nearly a billion people ... half of them, are women let's say... and half of em are in the 18-35 age bracket... and half of em are urbanites ... and half of em are in the economic bracket to take full advantage of this economic boom that we have spoken of...

In this case study, when there is a new born market of customers and in india's case such a large majority of people with purchasing power .. in the cummulative numbers have made up for what japan and the US do in pure GDP.. so we have this market place with people ready to buy and markets openning up every day.. so what do the marketters need to do mass promote their goods ...and what better way than to do so other than with the media ..

back to the beauty market ... 1995 ... india has posted it's flag in the international beauty market ... guys are oggling ... girls are getting self concsious ... u have awakenned a slumberring marketting .. and guess what those baby boomers did for us .. they left us with a massive number of urbanite hip youngsters who are soaking up this phenomenon right before your eyes...

within the next 5 years we will have seen lara dutta, priyanka chopra and a lot more of those chicks walking down those ramps and and fluttering feathers as they walk by....
"Femina Miss India" has a category for Miss Perfect Left Butt Cheek and Miss Most Moist G spot...

the market has soaked up this phenomenon and if there's one thing that Newton got right when that freaking apple smashed his skull in was "momentum" ... and with the beauty product growing every minute ... somebody did something right...

well.. the chain of thought has been broken thanks to a lunch break never the less that isnt a problem with our predicament ... well we have figured out that there were ulterior motives behind all those beauty queens being pumped out of india.. i mean think about it ... up until the 90s the world didnt give two shits about the kind of beaty that Indian women had.. and now all of a sudden...OHHH... AHH... they are exotic beauties .. my ass... the capitalist the wolrd over just saw
they could naw their way into ur pockets ...

now let's stray away from that chain of thought and look at the socio-political aspect of it .. let's just say that these girls of the 90s were concieved in the 70s... so that makes the parents those bell bottom flower power folks who were smoking pot and listening to some really cool music .... so what abt those ppl... did they send these girls to the right school ... give em some kinda sensibility that wasnt around earlier... did they take them to the right movies... the right fairs... the right family events ...

Let's have a look at their biology ... were they the product of the green revolutions bio-engineered milk and wheat..or were they picky eaters as kids ... did they opt out of certain kinds of foods .. what kind of foods didd they totally avoid.. what was their exercise routine like as kids ... were they bullied by the boys in school .. or were they used to being oggled at all thru school...

Now how about have a look at really miscellanous aspects: Were they the first borns, where they born in the same kinda of astrological/astronomical star alignments ... did they have pets ? Did they mastrubate regularly? how about sexual escapades... were the involved in lesbian trysts ???

Enough said, There's a lot more I'd like to look into... Cricket Players, the Hawala Scam, The amount of Gulfees, The Mallu brain drain phenomenon...

Partir, c'est mourir un peu

The first time I tried writing a love letter for myself [I'd mastered the art, and authored several a letter for a fair price in alcoholic beverages by the time...]; it never got sent to the girl... Instead I modified it and included parts of it in a Kalari article [Kairali's in-house mag]...

" I do not know for what deed of mine in my last life I have been rewarded with so many laurels, of which having the good fortune to be acquainted with you becomes the icing on the cake. At times I feel that you are not just human but rather an angel sent from above, perhaps an incarnation of some divine godly form, let's put it as the God of small things, blessed with these gifts which you bestow upon me as I arrive.

The small things that you do that makes me happy in not just small measures but very large heaps. The little parties you throw, the little songs you sing, the little dances you perform, the little advices you give, the little games we play, the little chats we have. The little things that make this life a little, no, a lot worth living.

If I compare each person I have met in this miniscule lifetime of mine to a star, I would call you a shooting star. Few and far between do you come by to emblazon me with your celestial presence. You were not there when just a few stars inhabited my skies, and will not be there when my skies are to be peopled by so many. But when you are around, you just light up my sky, you make all the stars just stop and look on at you.

When I'm with you I feel I'm dancing with the angels in the sky, I see snowfall in the summertime, feel the healing powers of the one above, see the world from the highest mountain, taste love from the purest fountain. With you I saw the sun make love to the sea. You lift me up when I'm feeling low, I see my tears disappear, and I feel my pain pass away. You do the things I've never done; I've sailed in a perfect dream but still haven't seen anything that amazes me quite like you do. "

Today after all these years I'm still being asked to write ... I couldn't help but look back ...

Les Indespensables De Arun Jacob

I have come to accept the true penetration of confusion, Confusion that dwells within.. Confusion that finds place within the deepest darkest corners of the human psyche.. One that resides amoung th e loftiest of you and me...

Confusion, the horror of this pain it brings, a pains that stings... a stinging we dwell on ... we accept because a narcisstic streak within us calls for this paiin to keep on inflicting it self upon us... the claves knaw into us sucking the life force of our very existance away from us... but there isnt a fear in our minds which ios a vacous entity now for fear and confusion have taken hostage of what used to be afeasible thinking faculty now home to this weird sensation that we have come to hate but havent had the courage to uproot from within...

So who feeds this demon that grows and gathers allies and gets stronger with each passing day ... the priests within have lost their pwoers to conduct the required ceremonies of exorcism which might have been the last hope of rekindling the past .. but we have come to terms that the past will never be back ..and this wild being that has taken control of the realms of the mind, we have to accomodate this being..for it holds divine powers .. the likes of which we have never seen before.. an entity that gains strength in a given instant... a whiff of the slightest fragrance, a bright color ..a melodious tune...this enemy is turning out way too strong for mere mortals to combat...rather it would be better to ally ourselves with this embodiment of all things undescribable

where is this fear coming from ... is it a generalized fear of all things alien and new ... am i afraid of this new entity that i havent been able to figure out yet... is it my ego that cant handle the fact that this might be it's waterloo... this might be an enemy i cant subdue ... who am i dealing with... and why is it that as much i want kill this nemesis .. i'dn't mind dying in his arms ...

how much pain and suffering must one amass, be inflicted upon before one finds the courage to stand up before this fiend or is he/she a friend..

Why do you do this to me 'Love'?

KUNDI-MAN [PBUH; place bum upon him]

I take great pride in posting this piece here... My hearty congrats to the author for the first episode of the Kundiman Project :"Kundiman Begins"...This happens in a galaxy far far away...and has been happening for way to long ..

KUNDIMAN’S LIFESTORY
BAD BUT GOOD DAY
One day there was a boy named Jamie. He loved cycling. He used to go to school on his cycle everyday. One day he saw the three meanest bully’s of the school. Andy, Axel & Joe. They saw him & came towards him. He wanted to escape but he couldn’t go away because he was already late for school and there was no place to hide. By This time they had already reached him. “Watcha doing wimp” asked Ax. He didn’t answer. He tried to ignore them & started walking when Andy blocked him. “Wait there Jam I have a little present for you on Christmas”. Jamie replied “I know that your gift will be stupid you jerk”. Andy got angry. “I know how to take care of this problem”. He pushed Jamie right into puddle of mud & they went away laughing. Ax said “Take this as your X’mas gift wimp”. He was covered with mud. He was so angry. How could he go to school like this? He thought. He ran fast & reached the school gate. He went right in & reached his class right on time. He got into his class without looking at anyone. His teacher Mrs.Pimpleweed saw him & asked him “Where were you Jamie?” He replied “I got bullied on the way” She thought for a while. Then she said “That’s not my problem, it is your responsibility to look after yourself.” “That’s detention for you.” Some children started giggling. It was not his fault he got bullied he thought. After a horrible day of school he had to go to detention & the worst part was he had to stay at school with the teacher watching his every move. He never knew how detention was as it was his first time and he really did hate cuz Andy, Axel & Joe were there too. He tried to think of an excuse to get out of there. The only thing he could think of was the toilet. He asked her “Madam, may I go to the toilet” asking it in a very kind manner to make sure she would fall for the trick. “Well…………ok.” in a rather annoying way. “But I’m warning you if you don’t come back in 10 minutes you will get detention for the rest of the week.” Detention for the rest of the week! That would be the worst thing that could happen. He came out of the room quite disappointed. His plan had worked at the same time failed. Anyway now that there was no use trying to escape detention he thought there was no use but to go to the toilet cuz he felt like going to the toilet now. He liked almost all the superheroes and sat shiting on “thee seat” and thinking how life would be if he was a superhero. He was so much into it that he forgot the time fly by. He quickly got up (after cleaning his butt) and went to wash his hands. Just when he was going to leave he remembered to flush (which usually happens to me) and then something very strange happened right out the “thee seat”.

I'm the Demon Seed, Satisfaction Guaranteed

The kinda ecstatcy one kinda develops is pretty enormous ..when it's a personal victory... of the sorts i might try to explain .. but i'd rather not ... coz it's the best possible i can rollick in laughter... the pure pleasure of the sinister minds...i get it now..have u ever noticed there are some conversations u wanna go over... coz they are like chess games... u wanna study the moves.. coz that's how they were executed....

The sheer brilliance of certains acts are best left unadmired by the general and admired by the creator and an elite few... coz vanity is the underlying theme behind it ... I can relate to Dr. Frankenstein... I can relate to Dr.Jekyl ... the virtuosity of this creation of yours isnt for the world to find flaw in ...rather for u to cherish vanquish and encapsulate into a moment ... that can be replayed ...where u can bask in the glory of...

What am I talking abt ? does it matter.... well i guess it does.. the premise is non-possessive intimacy... and how a certain somebody was trying to comprehend it..well... finding something out that you already knew ... is kinda like finding something else right... that too..

I had set out to say way too many things ... but i'm yet to find the perfect platform to latch onto ... falling flat and doing something without conviction isnt what i'm up for tonight... this will have to do..

I Love You...[couldn't come up with a better closing line...]

Nagumomo

Why have I engaged in a sabbatical... Well the answer would be rather plain and simple... There's this polish proverb I heard recently that makes absolute sense... "You know what they say about families; they look best in portraits" Truly I say onto you ... there are times I question myself ...is it rage sympathy or a bit of both that runs through me ... How irrational people tend to be can sometimes be bewildering... i almost endangered the delicate balance of coexistance on this planet ..while trying to divulge in the inner depths of rationality... a man on a mission is a rather dangerous proposition ... and ppl try to feel your integrity to succumb to their fancies... well emotional battering is another forte one has to flex your muscles in ...this incoherent piece of literature is a creation or loads of confusion empathy pity anger and rage.... if only i could channel it somewhere else and get something out of it .... as for now folks .... bah... who and what am i trying to console..... well... gimme a lil more while ...i'll sort this out ....

R-COONa

RIF - "Reich Center for Industrial Fat Provisioning" ("Reichsstelle für Industrielle Fettversorgung")

RJF - "Pure Jewish Fat" ("Rein jüdisches Fett")

A source of major controversy, I don't wish to to type out the details of the acronyms mentioned above.

The War of 1857 - Cow Fat used in lubricating, loading the cartridges of rifles used by the Hindu Soldiers.

Fight Club - Tyler Durden, manages to acquire fat from liposuction clinics, to use in his soap factory.

What I would like to share with you, is look at the manipulation technics employed in wartime Germany to instill fear among the victims and sicken them at the time.

And how the same technic was used by the war mongers against the British to disgustipate the mercenary that fought under the union jack.

Why did I include Fight Club on the list, just a tangent of thought. Did Chuck Palahniuk employ this literary device to disgust you at face value. Or were there deeper connotations?

September 13th, 1752

There is this distinctive element of pleasure that is to be derived from orchestrating an event. To have mastered the whole situation and all the variables that is to be an encountered in the system. It's quite invariably pleasurable to master this artform.

Through history myth and legend alike have amassed, plundered and pilaged through with knowledge of this artform; the Chankya Sutra, The Art of War, The whole Shakuni escapade, we have Shikhandi as the front man in the fight against Bhishma. Through every mythology, you find this elite event coordinator.

Now the beauty of this individual is how well laid out thought out are his/her operations. And it is in the occurence of the event itself that they take pride in and not the egoistic pleasure of having to be accountable to it. I'm sure the ppl behind JFK's assasination would grail. The folks who got the Bush elections to be a success will agree.

The people who control what happens in front of you, where the average joe blow is quite unaware of the calculations that took place to make it happen. that is sheer brilliance... War monging soldiers well never know the intricate delicacies that espionage can serve.

Vera... Vera... What Has Become Of You?

Isnt It Ironic?

Shankar Mahadevan; trained to be computer engineer...turned out to be a singer....

Arundhathi Roy; qualified to be an architect ... ...Booker prize in her first book....

Manoj Night Shyamalan; his folks insisted he be doctor ... but he preferred his 8mm camera instead...

do u see a common streak, ppl or is it just me... what's the deal... hey folks ... so he/she aint a doctor or enggr... doesnt look like their lives went down the drain now did it? so why dont u give em a chance...

"the narrow domestic walls" are yet to meet the fate of their Berlin counterparts...

so what is the root cause of this social dilemma as i'd like to call it now.. is it the insecurity faced by a generation ..and that is being superimposed on this new generation to circumvent the anger and frustration that generation had to face as they realized a non-technical education has it's limitations in the social strata... and is this so called higher education a ticket to all of life's pleasures and are these ppl truly trying to elevate their social status by thrusting upon their children the divinity of these professions..

so does one's profession define who u r ... or was it that worldly pleasures that can be assured the vortex of this school of thought... would they turn around to call the younger generation ungrateful for they never made them have to suffer the sufferings that were forced upon them... the shame anger and frustration of an entire genreation is that what this spew of doctors and engineers are supposed to mean...

but wait a minute.... how abt the flipside of the coin ... the anguish, the retribution, the sheer anonymity of a human life form ... pushing me to exist for the sake of fulfilling your dreams and not mine... what abt my dreams what abt what i want to become .. what abt the little castles i have .. what abt them... am i just ur demon seed for not obeying ...am i to scummb to ur desires or be forsaken for an eternity... do i not get a chance to do what i want to do... why do u create this barrier... and route all communication thru this one channel... why does every conversation we have always have to be about how much i have upset u .. abt how much i never lived up to ur aspirations .. why is it never a positive note... why is never abt what i have attained... why does every conversation we have turn into a confrontation ... is this so called generation gap that u speak off.. actually ur not willing to accept the truth ...ur utopian fantasies being fulfilled is what my life is supposed to be to u....isnt it... u want tobe a ventriliquist forever... dont u ... with ur hands shoved up my arse .... making me say and do what u want me to ...

let's cut it the strings ...it's abt time...


PS. Nikhil Chinappa; engg college drop out ... MTV India Veejay... has a pet goldfish named karup kundi

Being dIsS_FuNk_sHuN-aLi ImPeRfeCt

a slump is the last thing we should get our selves into .. coz the thing with inertia is .. u tend to make ur selfcomfortable doing what u do.. and if u r rdiing high on the go get em tiger attitude and u get a break... better plan to have the day filled with break neck speed activities coz otherwise ...it can be a shocker... how udr body and mind just shuts down on u ... experience has told me time and again not to do this ... but never do i learn ...

so here u have it ladies and gentlemen in a dire effort to try to cook up something worth while to read or write for that matter i figured randomly punching out my thought s on the key board should account for some form of the creative thought process to crank out a viable form of literature little did i know i was to find my self rotting away at the inside of creative thought centre.. better yet looks like microsoft has taken over...and cnn is covering it on prime time tv... hbo has te movie rights for the tv production wait, wb just heard abt it .. and they wanna turn it into a major motion picture.....yess... who are they going to cast s arun's lost creative epicenter is the question that media moghuls have to anticaipate... i've heard it's a new face but with the mgm take over by sony ...even they dont want to try a new face with bond... hummm so since tom hanks is playing robert langdon and pierce brosnan is playing bond ..who does play me.... i havent the clue ... but wait i hear the exective producer talking abt the apt female to play his better half... ah... see now i knew it was getting to inetersting ...so i perk up my ears and evesdrop into their conversation as to who they have instore to play my better half...

exec#1; "look ... the guy's love life is an absolute enigma... do we really know what he wants and what he's looking forward to ... i mean he could be an ed gein or ted bundy in the making for all i care ...."

exec#2: "no.. the freaking mad erratic behaviour andthe total unpredicatbility i say we can get away with something bigger better... look liz hurley and brendan frasier .. we pulled that of right... and liz wouldnt mind after all her hubby's name's the same one he's got right..."

exec#3: "i dont know guys ... maybe we'll haveto take the iamsam look at things .. i dont know it's mt personal take on it ..."

exec#4: "guy's the bruised emmigrant the perfect tony montana angle i tell u michelle's too old to play it off let's get that keira chick... i kinda got the hots for her..."

exec#5: "personally i think we can give it a good company spin off, and get that scarlett johnason chick on board i think she's got the potential to pull it off"

exec#6: "wait a sec... u think we can sell an ashton kutcher off with this guy... i like it .. if we get working on it fast enough we can get amanda peet on board and make it bigger than a lot like love "

exec#7: "u guys can freaking talk abt who u wann cast till the cows come home .. but i'm telling u it's all abt the product placements... and as long as i see his face in burger king meals and ppl are singing the title track to the soundtrack and music inspired from ... i'm good or i'll make it my life's personal karmic duty to flush down each of ur testicles downt he drain"

that kinda brought a pregnant silence in the room .. which wasw followed by more discussion of the plot line of my life... if these werethe guys in charge of my life... lemme tell u they had no clue what they were doing... and before i barged into a columbine moment ... i made an exit stage left...

I am Payable On Death

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The brust of extra terrestrial dust that burst forth from the trans galactic pod was not short of breath taking... it shot off at unbelievable speed of close to 60km/sec.... the massive amount of details that was was being emanated from the space craft was absolutely astounding... 65,536 residents of the area came out to see this blitzreig of color... the detailed body work of the craft itself left close to 15000 people perpetually dazed and confused... it was when the telekinetic energy emanated highly dense thermodynamic impulses thru a media much hotter than the average blue flame of fire we get to see on the planet ... what came to happen after that a true display of Sonar power..the gushing sound of audio waves from 20Hz to 20kHz left people amazed ... the dazzling performances ranged for close to 15 hours...

Coke-a-Doodle Doo!!

“A Coke is a Coke and no amount of money can get you a better Coke than the one the bum on the corner is drinking.” Andy Warhol

That one line got me going ... the material belongings we strive for ...as soon as it becomes common place it loses it's significance... so it isn't about the material value of the item itself now is it... it's about how exclusive the item is.. and how u can flaunt it for it's non-availablity to the general public..and then rub it in their face...so it can be cheap/expensive... old/new as long as it stands out and you can garner attention for possessing something they do not have and cannot easily get...so it is ADD ..topped with greed and gluttonous consumerist propaganda... would you like some fries with that?

so where does one draw the line .. or does one not think abt lines and narrow domestic walls that keep the apple orchards from growing into the woods dark and deep... My Captain Oh Captain I call out to thee, the one who made the lamb, can u sing me a song of a lad that has gone.. the unkindest cut of all would be to spend an eternity waiting with the alabatros around my neck...

And they live happily ever after

And they live happily ever after

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[Have they closed the freaking book yet?]

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good... fuck was that a grotesque exercise in happy story telling or what ... i mean c'mon... this job is just freaking unbelievable ... i mean how long am i going to be working here in this place.... everytime these kids open the book it's the same deal... i have to go around do all the dirty work .. be nice to that bitch who play's the princess save her from that dragon ...who's actually a nice guy and then i'm supposed to live happily ever after.. with her ... holy shit ..gimme a break...i'dn't piss on her if she were on fire...ur collegues are a bunch of whining sissy's!... its a monotonous boring job.. i need some more action .. i need a deviation in the script... i wanna do something outta the ordinary... maybe fall off that stallion i ride and break a leg.. get an extra terrestrial to blow the planet to smitherins... have a govt sting operation on the cocaine dealings of the princess's secret love interest in columbia.... i need go to a bar with my buddies... take a princess out to dinner perhaps..... another one .. one i'm more comfortable with perhaps... this one obviously has no clue what's going on life? i mean each day she comes to the trailer.. and we wait with our costumes and make up on for the kids to pick up the book and read us .. and we keep doing the same jobs ... and some of are getting sick... we need to retire ...we're planning on having a strike... alice is scared of the dark and they send her thru that hole all the time... jack is scared of heights ..and he's gotta go up that bean stalk... the wolf in sheep's clothing ... what can u do ..the guy's foster mom was a sheep... he has an identity crisis.. each time he has to play the part ..he has to go to counselling... the fox ..he's allergic to grapes... the crow ... well the truth is they had to digitally alter his voice ..coz the truth is he sings quite well... lil red riding hood came to try out for baywatch and look where she landed up... goldie locks ...let's not talk abt her eating disorder now shall we... so before i do something totally irrational i better get some rest ... i can smell another shift coming just around the corner..

r u more than a mediocre statistic?

In today's hyper-selling universe that we live in ... you are all a part of the captialist casualities... instituitionalized thru your so called education... you have lost your voice to be somebody... to be a contender... u wouldn't step up against an injustice in school, college or on your neighbourhood .... coz it doesnt bother you.. it's not a matter of concern to you.... in the capitalist's world... Recession is when your friend loses his job.. Depression is when you lose your job...

The cultural dilemma of yesterday's tradition and tommorow's technology throws u in one of the greatest juxtapositions of all time...do i go home to make microwaveable sambhar and pressure cooked instant idlis... or do i see success in life coming from having to try making my Yuppie existance urn into ur averages DINS household..

Is being mediocre what life is all abt ... and is conformity the end of the rainbow... why on earth can u stand up for what is right... why are ppl so obssessed with your senior officer might see that as insubordination... why are students so freaking scraed of reporting to a higher authority their prof/teacher sucks... why do they just keep sucking up to him/her.. and not just lose it and tell somebody this absolute moron in real life who cant get a real job has taken to teaching!!!

It's my honest anaylsis on the whole teaching proffession.. in a demographic of 100 students in a school class room environment ... 3-5 might be brilliant ...and should mostly like be stalwarts in the profession of their choice... then there 10-15 real bright kids... they are passionate abt certain things ... but undue pressures from parents abt making em follow a career they are least interested will turn these ppl into chornic depressed individuals.. who's true potential was always down played... and they were only made to see their flaws and follies... then there's the 20-25 ppl whose lives started out with not many great expectations and they are cool with what they have ... then there's the crowd that brings out teacher's ... ppl who actually dont have the grey matter to come out at the top .. whose ego's wont let them take a menial ok paying job in the blue collar work force.. these ppl are so frustrated that they didnt turn into those super heroes with dream jobs that they once dreamt abt ...

they take a look at the students they teach .. see the passion and drive these kids have.. and cringe at the ppl they once were and the wasted chance they were given.. they are so freaking frustrated in life at being now where close to the reality they had once wanted to be.. they make it their singular duty to trample the spirits of these youngsters ... turn them into obedient lil puppy dogs ... that havent figured out that that disapproval and disagreement isnt the same as disobiednece........

these kids are so ..omg.. what if he flunks me ... he'll make my life living hell... they have enslaved themselves ..and confined their living to the lowest low of human existance...a mediocre non-entity... a statistic... a roll number .. a tax payer... an identity number... you have thrown away a full fledged human life ... flushed it down the drains of corporate mediocrity ...and made ur self a statistic...

The Greatest Silent Killer of'em All!!!

The cure for aids and cancer can wait ... They aren't half as lethal or dangerous as this situation at hand... It's not SARS Leprosy Anthrax or Small Pox... They can never be as lethal as this... The fatality inflicted upon the billions of ppl in it's name is mind boggling ... Yet u and i never pay attention to thru beligrent malady that floods us and flaunts itself and smacks us on our faces over and over again ... Napolean must have felt it at Waterloo, Hitler must have felt it creep down his neck as Colonel Winter brought his Russian conquest to a screeching hault... Gandhi must have felt the screams and scuffles as India got torn to shreds... What is it that has had it's universal prescene on the planet ... yet there's nothing that has been done to fix up the fiasco... Mother Teresa hadn't been able to soothe the one's aflicted by the damage... Pope John Paul never prayed to stop it's attrocities... the Dalai Lama never mentioned it ... Swami Vivekananda didnt seem to notice... those seven laps around Kabbah with those glorious chants of 'labayak allah!' never brought about any change...

So what am i raving about...... APATHY.... yes...apathy... student apathy... in colleges and universities ..after all the SNAFU and FUBAR they go thru on a regular basis ... they can care less... FACTORY WORKER APATHY... TEACHER APATHY... as a nation the citizen's engage in another distinct flavor of national APATHY... at hte end of it u just realize it's the biggest killer out there... and we're just doing absolutely nothing about it...

so y dont u just sit back and do jack shit abt it as well... hey u might feel this a piece of bullshit ... and this moron has nothing better to write about and i should tell him a word or two ...but dont !! dont bother... wtf... who cares??

Quarter Century!

Ahem ... Ahem... There you have it ladies... I belong to the deluxe category of gents, who have accumulated enough time on the planet to have been acquainted to quite a few people. Having posted my quarter cnetury mark !!!

Here I am, Old enough to know my limits, and Young enough to exceed them.

Phoney Smiles Fake Hellos

I've come to learn one very very important lesson. Families should never be phoney. Oh! God No! Not the slightest bit. Dysfunctional is okay. Normal even. But please not phoney. Remember the line from "Pink - Family Portrait" 'In our family portrait we look pretty, let's play pretend that it comes naturally' [I think I kinda choked up when I first saw the video] Now each time I come across a family portrait where the folks in em are posing in front of a camera faking that smile; the men making sure that ties line up straight, the collars are right, the crease on the trousers are proper, the shoes are polished.

The women, the protocol and procedure is quite as elaborate as detonating a nuclear arsenal. The right angle "You dont want to look FAT on camera!" your camera side is the left half of your face so u have to have that side of the picture. The coats of makeup added on to pile up on your face to ensure that over the years the actual facial maladies are never to be deciphered be a viewer. Thanks to digital photography I guess they can relax, but no the fish scales have to be applied to the lips... various types of synthetic mud to the face .. Various grades of charcoal products to the eyes to make the lashes fan out ... Shaved Waxed permed oh my god facial hair on a female's face is truly the lowest low in the incarnation chart ... the inhuman treatment that as facial hair you'll be subjected to is just beyond comprehension of anyone.. except for those less fortunate few who spent time in a concentration camp.. they might know what i'm talking abt.. or conceptualize the sheer gross amount of pain ...

Back to the family portrait ... after these men and women have indulged in unhealthy levels of vanity and pose in front of a camera .. They are preserving shots of memory... which is supposed to remind them of a time, a place, an event ... how is what i cannot seem to comprehend... those fake smiles, the cognitive dissonance, the artificial pleasantaries.. WHY? who's this for? What are you accomplishing by paying some one to take a picture of u .. in the most ill fitting uncomfortable clothing u ever ..probably clothing u leave behind in the closet...coz there isnt anywhere to wear it [that reminds me of the lady with the red dress in Requiem For a Dream] u stuff ur self into it.. wipe the sweat of ur brow... stare at the mirror the photographer has one last time ..as u practice the fake smile for the pic...

It's just outright disgusting... It's sickening coz u have to fabricate a reality to remember.. a pseudo-reality that will last for the length of shutter speed configurations... U need that developed film to look at ...and feel like "it comes naturally" ....

Before u forget ..vacation pictures are abt the fun time u had... like animals you have to be caught in your natural habitat.. doing what u do best!!! and then make funny faces at the camera... Dont wear a freaking suit and look like u have a hemmaroid the size of khilamanjaro stuck up your rear end ... that's not for your family vacation pix .. those are corporate mug shots ... government id shots... go ahead ... be that way... dont fake wedding photos... family gatherings .... and other events.. which mean things to u ... or are supposed to mean things to u ...
It's astonishing the lengths people go to, to make it look good, that's just botched...

That's that about portraits ...here's something else to chew on ... how often do u hear a conversation ..and have ur gut churning up everything u ate over the last decade ..Coz jesus christ how many fake conversations can u stand before you have an Ally McBeal moment ... There's a threshold to the amount of bullshit you can stand... And i've always wondered what keeps these ppl going... what's their elixir of life? what keeps the faketronic processor churning those reposes... one after their other.. they dont have the guts to give u a straight answer.. they cant say yes or no for fear of being politically incorrect.. they cant voice a strong opinion coz it might offend somebody... and the superfical niceties just keep populating the major expanse of their conversations ..if they maybe called that... ppl ...learn to grow balls... voice your response ...it could be right or wrong ..it doesnt matter... learn to have an opinion ..and stand by it ... dont copy some one else's tastes coz it seems cool... or since u have associated with that particular school of thought/product... No!! mainstream media, technology, views, literature has nothing to offer the human mind...

Intellgent thought comes from free thinkers ... non-conformists ... have the niche to stick ur head out to do something other than the ordinary...i believe in the mantra i wasnt born to be mediocre ... and these phoney ppl remind me of how much they want to be a part of a mediocre existance.. free from the chaotic nature of true free existance... independence ....from standards set by industries society and all other bureacratic instituitions out there....or you could just sit back have one good look at life, go up to google and find out "answer to life, the universe, and everything" get the answer ..and just say "FAKE IT!"

P.S. answer=42

Endaro Mahaanubhaavulu Andariki Vandanamulu

Why is it that we as people need to be awarded, gifted, appreciated in front of our peers to feel valid. Actors need award ceremonies to tell them they are good. Students need to be heralded for their respective laurels! Sportmen/women need to compete with each other excel and finally be accredited with a hunk of metal to show the rest of the world they are good.

Why? Why give peace prizes and nobel prizes? Who's ego's are being stroked in the process... Is an award a prosthetic that adds to the aura around an individual. Does a singer's vocal chords sound any better after he/she's been bestowed upon with a record contract and a half... thanks! Do soldiers turn into war monging deities with their bands colors and stripes...

Who is it for? Is it to inform the general public; look morons this individual strived way beyond what you lame excuses for human life forms ever will... This award he/she just won is to show you that your birth certificate is actually an apology letter from a condon factory. Your medicore existance means nothing to humanity. Go win something! and then come back, we'll give u a piece of paper that makes u special. It's a feather in your cap.. and what good is it there? It turns u into a super human... well.. a lil re-enforcement can do no harm... a lil caring, a good word , a regular thanks for the support would be cool.. but that never does happen now does it!

In our day to day lives we spend way too much times sprinting towards some dead line... sprinting to be the first ... to be noticed.. to be touched to be awarded ... to be a part of history.. to be remembered... for someone to flip thru our portfolio and document who we are.. on the basis of pieces of paper and metals in our possession... that's the only way the "-" on our tombstone will signify who and what we were are and will be ....

Those awards who and what r they for ...It's for those whining numb nuts who think they do the world a favor doing what they do.. it's for them to look up from their lil insignificant lives at some one who actually did something with his/her life.. went out and slayed a dragon, killed a giant with a single stone .. went out to battle for his brother's beloved.. yeah it's for them...maybe they need an award too!!!

Auguries of Naïveté

Thw world of mythology is rather intriguing to say the leas. But here's the best part the commonality in all those ancient world cultures regarding the same themes. How ancient mythologies who had no means of communicating with each other, said the same stories ... How did that happen? How did the same ideal scenarios and story lines get depicted in different stories without ever raising a red flag in ancient literature plagarism... Moses was sent to be raised from a pauper to a prince... Karna born a prince was raised a pauper... Orpheus and Eurydice made a pact with the devil ... but he turned back at the last minute to lose her...anyone remember the indian counterpart.. how similar is that to savthiri?...

Any way what got me thinking on thse lines is the multimillion dollar Star Wars franchise is coming out with yet another movie... and look at Darth Vader he was the chosen one .. but the dark side has invited him over... so now we all know what is to become of him ... hummm.... wasn't this the same Dilemma MT Vasudevan Nair's Chathiyan Chandu was in... wasnt it the same moral dilemma Acchilles was in ... wasnt it the same juxtaposition Karna was in? Warriors with immense power and talent ..groomed by their elders... With lovers who cheated them ... with teachers who betrayed them, with a new propaganda that's bewitching them ..with the megalomanic in them raging to come thru... Havent we all heard these tales before... but we'll be flocking into see the revenge of sith... it wont be james earl jones we'll be hearing thru the hi-fi stereo sound systems...but u'll be there wont u luke?

Title is not the word, But is the first word that comes to mind

Ok People ... I'm back ... with a vengence this time coz man have i had a hectic week... Wow .. it was a real helluva rollercoaster ... Honest to god did some real neat stuff... Went and bought myself another couple of books and have been lost in em ever since.... Lemme list em out to those of who are interested ... Chuck Chuck Palahniuk - Survivor, Choke... This guy is just mind boggling... i couldnt put down the book it was back to back cover to cover.. and the stuff he talks about in his book ... sheer brilliance... with a spice of sarcasm, a tad bit of anti-establishmentarianism, anarchism and out right weird stuff.. [and it some how rubs off, or so i feel coz hummm i got into some pretty nasty pblms, but that's another story]... apart from that i got Gravity's Rainbow, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintanence, The Bell Jar, Hitchhiker's Guide Deluxe Edition(that's with all the six stories...)

I have had a cpl of rough days not enough sleep... too much of mundane stupid stuff going on .. and the usual load of problems and stuff.. on top of all of this i have to deal with the ongoing tribulations of others wow... what a life ..in the words of louis armstrong ... what a wonderful world ...

Cautionary word of advice to those of you who are reading this ....stop running around ... stop falling for the wrong reasons .... stand up for what is right at the right time at the right place... i'd sure wish to elucidate on the subject matter i'm referring to at hand ... but hummm, i dont get teh feeling u folks are ready yet...

Ladies and Gentlemen.. or My Dear Gendiles!!!

I have been indulging in myself for a while.... Yes, It's a weird cool sly feeling .... Yup, What have i been doing well i just realized that my DVD collection over the last 4 months have grown to 22 movies... And my book collection has just grown to over ten titles... Dues to lack of time [i'm in a hurry to leave for a 3 day conference ]and will be out of town and in the wildereness amidst bushes and trees and lakes and forests .... and deers and racoons and loads of bugs and marsh pits and stuff... and not to forget the shit loads of alcohol I wont be punching anything in.... So to beef up the content of the blog here's the list of books that i bought:

Animal Farm by George Orwell

Brave New World by Aldous Huxley

Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut

YES!!! People I've been reading your blogs and i've loads of comments to bring to your attention ... But at a later time and date... Until then Cheerio!!!

Love and Living on Planet Earth

Parallel Story lines intrigue me... I'm talking abt the likes of Magnolia, Sliding Doors, Requeim For A Dream, Cube, Hypercube that kinda stuff[i'm omitting the likes of pulp fiction and kane & abel here coz it's got too much of public exposure and the real art gets buried away in hype and publicity]... when three or more characters are tackled on in an absolute chaotic and sporadic manner... but the author is totally in control of it .. yet the reader doesnt get the sense of soothing comfort that he/she is...

Well in a consentous effort to make such a lucid comment ... i'm doing a comment piece ... no i'm no roger ebert ... but it needs to be tackled...y...to address this discourse would require a whole conndrum of reasons... but for now my singular need to have it out there in your face...

human nature is fantastic... it truly is ..... the whole process of growth is irrefutably beautiful... the dilemma's we go thru... our insatiable need to rationalize our thought process is even more demanding than ou nature to have sex ... and at different times in our life we under go different kids of dilemma's... from ever since we're kids we keep asking questions...we're all the "HAGAR the Horrible WHY-Kings!"...why is the sky blue what is hot is what is cold... are the clouds made of cotton candy... as a teenager what does a kiss feel like ... Raymond Babbot would probably say Wet!! definitely wet!!! what is with the all powerful all knowing god out there... oh god ..this is rather the most intriguing ..and indecipherable question to the lone crusader...on his fight to unravel the mysteries of faith...

hold on a second any fathomable explaination is likely to lead some kinda moral or ethical standpoint that is not going to swerve in the direction of the majority ... but lemme try my hand at addressing divinity and homosexuality and going back to rekindle your inner child coz u feel there's a part of u left there that has to tended to...

the natural course of life gives us the reasoning capability to address all these and any other dilemma's that may come up... but the first answer comes from within... the quest ... dont let the urge to ask why . dont ever let it die... to rebel with or without a cuase is a part of growing up... to find those answers is what is truly the prupose of life ... and enjoy the journey .each day of it ... each waking moment...

love/hate... an emotion if were to be a quantity that had a unit of measure like any other scientific quantity ...we could probably have unlocked most of life's mysteries ... if there was a love-fission process thru which love could be made in immeasurable quantites and stored ...wouldnt it be great... well listen up ppl..it's already out there... u and i ... we are all a product of a huge love-fission reaction... and we are oozing with radio active love... channelled in the right amounts in the right directions... in the right ways ...it's an unending source of happiness...

happy/sad... an emotional by product of the love-fusion reaction which happens when ppl interact with each in true faith ...where there is no need to reciprocate the feeling with material goods...

poetry and bubbles... gurgling babies... and toothless wrinkled old ladies smiles... mountain tops ...and luscious green fields swaying in the wind...golden brown sand twirling over the copper toned deserts ..and blistering icy winds chilling entires lakes and rivers into serene icy stillness..... gorgeous sunrises and sunsets... where the sun makes love to the oceans every morning and every night...

there must be a reason famines and luxrious parties in millionaire mansions coexist on the planet... for so has the lion and the lamb.for so has the dinosaur and the cockaroach... everyone has a place and a time ...but to be able to accomodate oneself within the scheme of things ... there is a key... to be able to adapt and co-exist without losing one's sense of identity.. one's uniqueness.. the blend of nature u bring with you is unique only to you... dont lose it to be accepted .. but take from it what will sweeten u ...and discard the rest..it's the compilation of hundreds of grains of sand over long durations of time that make a pearl.... and it's your duty oh oyster to see the pearl of your heart take it's form and shape... don't be taken aback for having to be different ... for ugly ducklings meet fairy godmothers that turn them into princess' that eat little bear's puddings and party with seven dwarfs who work in the gingerbread house beside the beanstalk ...

now that your totally lost... do not be afraid to let go... u might have been caterpillars thus fur.. and the coccon and the mulberry leaves may seem like the only things u've ever known or had... but it's ok ... tommorow's a new day... saying goodbye's are a part of life ... for the ppl u really care abt never actually leave u any way.... they are with u forever... from the icky stains on t-shirts.. to scars left from fights... to dialogues from movies.. to stray radio waves that play songs from the past... the ppl u love always have a way of being with u..

A Hard Day's Night

"It's been a hard day's night
And I've been working like a dog
It's been a hard day's night
I should be sleeping like a log"

Lennon & McCartney were on to something when they were penning that one down... Coz God that sums it all up ... That's what life is ...these days, the preceding lines bear no resemblence to reality though... There's no one to go home to... but then again "why on earth should I moan"...

Comments i've heard from ppl over the last cpl of days...
"You will make a great father..." [From a lady whose daughter i was helping with counting out the cash while paying for the world's tallest pencils..]
"You have the slightest clue, how great a gift you have..." [Guy friends from class, in the men's room pissing away the 6th pint of beer as i honestly expose the truth about palm reading... it's all bullshit... and the girl whose palm i was reading was into all of what i said ... she was like "that's so true ..how do u know all this abt me .. i feel like u know everything there's to know abt me.. omg! that's amazing" ... and in the mean time ..it's just the average gift of the gab..]

the time is 12:00am... i woke up at 4:30am today.. was drunk as a fish last night... made the guys skip class and just sat around enjoy what we call a beautiful spring of 1C... and tonight had a 6 hour long board meeting... now off to St. Patrick's Day PUB... to get a lil' Irish in me... Green Beer looks promising...

UMMMMMMM.... BEER!!!

Temperment Sorter Result: RATIONAL

Rationals, are the problem solving temperament, particularly if the problem has to do with the many complex systems that make up the world around us. Rationals might tackle problems in organic systems such as plants and animals, or in mechanical systems such as railroads and computers, or in social systems such as families and companies and governments. But whatever systems fire their curiosity, Rationals will analyze them to understand how they work, so they can figure out how to make them work better.

In working with problems, Rationals try to find solutions that have application in the real world, but they are even more interested in the abstract concepts involved, the fundamental principles or natural laws that underlie the particular case. And they are completely pragmatic about their ways and means of achieving their ends. Rationals don't care about being politically correct. They are interested in the most efficient solutions possible, and will listen to anyone who has something useful to teach them, while disregarding any authority or customary procedure that wastes time and resources.

Rationals have an insatiable hunger to accomplish their goals and will work tirelessly on any project they have set their mind to. They are rigorously logical and fiercely independent in their thinking--are indeed skeptical of all ideas, even their own--and they believe they can overcome any obstacle with their will power. Often they are seen as cold and distant, but this is really the absorbed concentration they give to whatever problem they're working on. Whether designing a skyscraper or an experiment, developing a theory or a prototype technology, building an aircraft, a corporation, or a strategic alliance, Rationals value intelligence, in themselves and others, and they pride themselves on the ingenuity they bring to their problem solving.

Rationals are very scarce, comprising as little as 5 to 10 percent of the population. But because of their drive to unlock the secrets of nature, and to develop new technologies, they have done much to shape our world.

The Four types of Rationals are:

Architects (INTP) | Masterminds (INTJ) | Inventors (ENTP) | Field Marshals (ENTJ)

45 Minutes

Yes folks that's the number of the day.... Why is it the number of the day... On two separate occasions today i spent myself conversing on the telephone with two elegant conversationalists... for a duration of you guessed it .........45 minutes...each i may add.. hummm... awkward silences ..no... just fluid lucid elaborate conversations... god... if only i knew certain things abt life ..predisposition of certain aspects of life would be a truly divine act of grace on the creator's behalf... to be able to access some cellestial data farm to browse thru the elaborate mechanism involved in shaping up who and what we are ...where we are headed what we are to become...if we could hitchhike in to that elaborate little data house on prarie.. to find out that elusive "42" somewhere within us we might quench that thirst, and we might extinguish the whole butterfly effect that would result in what may have become ...but it would be worth it right..

how long would we spend there? on the edge... perusing thru the discourse... living our life all over again or would we live it with mods... change a ringtone[friend] or a skin[looks] perhaps..a screensaver[sibling] ...what would we do given that source code ...would we fix the bugs... all of the bugs... john, paul,george and ringo..all of em... would we destroy em all... but arent they the very bugs who made us who we are ... would u split them apart and see how different our lives would be if they werent together... would they run around helter skelter... and would we be the catcher in the rye ... how long would we spend there....

45 minutes perhaps?

My Oscar Predictions...

Except for Good Ol' Marty ... i'm pretty happy with all my other predictions...hey i was almost doing a roger ebert ...i called em all ... Charlie Kaufman, Sideways, the tech awards.. except for my three flaws... for animated feature Shrek2, best picture aviator... i was almost sure marty would win...

but damn... You lose The covetted title for Raging Bull, You lose again for Last Temptation of Christ, You lose yet again for GoodFellas, yet once more fate has it that you lose for Gangs of New York ... He lost to Robert Redford(Oridnary People), he lost to Kevin Costner(Dances with Wolves), he lost to Barry Levinson(Rain Man)...he lost to Roman Polanski(The Pianist..) Will he be another Alfred Hitchcock... a great director ... but never celebrated by the academy... always the bridesmaid ..but never the bride..??

Chris Rock was as convincing as Shit on Toast... boo!!! he was being politically correct not turning it into the Chris Rock show.. but expect more... thank god the cool dude from electric company finally won... it was good to see morgan freeman win!

Bienvenue a la Tour CN

Bienvenue a la Tour CN

Regardez ici pour l'information en francais

Dont ask me how i got it ... but as far as sumbody i asked as to how i sound said ..it looked like i knew what i was saying... Far from the truth of the matter of course.. i don't know jack shit in french ..and i had to end my freaking presentation with these lines...

Any way as for the interview ... Saturday morning ... i'm like do i want to go for this freaking interview .. is it worth my time ..will i get hired ... why the hell dont i get back to bed and get some much deserved 40 winks... uhuh!!! 5:00 and i was up and hovering around.. shit shave shower... and my i wasnt still sure if i wanted to go... i asked myself for some kind of a sign... and u'd think something would happen.. but nothing nade zilch.. maybe that was the sign... i headed out the door ... got my arse off the first bus ...boarded the Toronto Express ... and got off at Union Station ... and once i get there ... i have this whole mental sparring that i'm doing... buzz like a butterfly sting like a bee..thing... that's what's going on in my head... but i'm cool... like i dont give a flying fuck... this job meant nothing to me... that was the inner mantra.. and i reach there ahead of time .. chat up with this chick outside ..was a particularly chilly day to begin with ... (-15C the wind chill kinda brought it down to -22C) ... and there we're chatting up afront of a closed up CN tower.. we get inside ... my scheduled time is 9:30am.. it's almost 9:00am and she has her interview at 9 so heads for the secruity clearance.. i had down to the gift shop place thingy.. browse around once more ..chat up with the sales staff.. the chicks.. are dont worry... it'll be easy ... Andy's a nice guy .. he's supposed tobe the guy who's doing my interview.. and i ask what's the hottest selling item.. and u know throw a lil party in my head....walk up the stairs ... get to the security chk ... and meet up with the elevator chick ... who once again chats up with me how to answer target specific questions ..any way i get to the 360 restraunt.. [a dinner for two here wuld most likely cost a min of $360.00 ... but i'd be willing to shell that kinda cash ... maybe if i were going to propose to a special somebody maybe... but as of now that'll be what i make a whole week working here..] Andy comes up to meet me ... we get to our table to start off with the interview ...

{remember sachin from the world cup match finals against australia.. that's me usually in a technical interview...totally fucked up... but this was me .. taking stance...and it felt like the india-pak match...} it could quite possibly have been the magnificent view..

his first question ... What interests u to work at the CN Tower? i respond.. The Cn .. is after all one big antenna, i'm an Electronics & Telecom Guy ...hey if i could work here in the tech side of things that would be living the dream..as of now ..this gives me bragging rights... {there... i had just smashed my first six...and i hadnt even got started.. }

The inner engines were just revving up.. and i was slick as shit .. cool as a cucumber... i was tanya harding on ice.....he goes on to how would u show ur paying attention to what some one is saying ... i respond with a if you've ever had a girl friend u know exactly how to show ur paying attn to what the other person is saying ... and there.. he was laughing at that ..and he said funny someone else had said the same thing too.. {ok ... humm looks like he things i'm so full of shit my skin is brown.. looks like i have to change gears...}

he asks how would u rate customer satisfaction... and some shit like that ... bam... this is where i exploded... emotional impact of tourism shopping... how u want to take a slice of the action along with u syndrome.. i was fluid ...i almost started a a whole woody allen meets charlie kauffman thing there... it was just great... and the best part was i was digging in to the trench ..and i was calling the shots ... i was loving it ..u can see the powershift.. and i was ho-humming my way thru..

he asked me how i engage myself while doing boring mundane activities... so i told him abt the panel wiring .. 6ft by 3ft long wiring... half a kilometer of cables and wires.. looking up blue brints troubleshooting these babies are what they make corrupt engineers do in hell...for an eternity.. and i do this 8-10 hours everyday.. humm so i told him the honest to god truth.. i use the reservoir dog technic... i call wires by their names... Mr Pink Mr White.. then i do have a cluedo option once in a while .. where Miss Scarlett shorted Mr Cobalt in the Transformer .......it does look like i'm a loony to any one else working around me... but me i'm content in the magical world of wires i create.............he liked that too.......

and there u had it .. he said he was discussing the contract with me.. and said all he was worried abt was my commuting between hamilton and toronto...and i said look this could be my opening to a job here in the tech side of things i'm willing to take the gamble... His eyes lit up and face cheered like he got the best blow job in his life .. he said that was sheer brilliance and very few ppl put two and two together ... and that was a spectacular amount of foresight on my part... well every thing said and done ... i headed outta andy's interview to the panel interview... which is where i had to enact a role play... then there was the product endorsements .. and then finally the french lines... ... well by the looks of it i start next Saturday...