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American History X and a Vegetarian Dilemma

I'm watching that tonight. I've watched about half of it and the weird thing is, I keep getting mixed up with this movie and Bang! Bang! You're Dead. It must be because they both deal with teen angst, identity crisis and "issues". Though the issues themselves are very different. More on that after I finish the movie.

Dinner was weird. It all started innocently enough. Alka called up and asked if I was coming to a nearby chinese restaurant for dinner. I said ok. And so we set out, Alka, Anbu, Kobi and I. We reached the place all in one piece and it said "ONLY FISH". Now this, I didn't know. I wasn't too bothered; I could always have the chinese restaurant staple - noodles, and so, on we went.

We entered the dim-lit, restaurant and then it hit me. The smell of fish. There were two bowls of fish and crab, cut up and very delectably arranged on the table next to the entrance. UGH. I knew fish stank, but god, ugh! Anbu, predictably, pulled me close the chopped fish and there was a smaller fish inside the bigger fish's mouth!! It looked like it had been killed in the process of puking!

We sat down and they ordered soups, fish, prawn and crab, while I ordered soup, noodles.

The soups came and were predictably bad. I had two sips of mine and sent it back. It looked like sewage and tasted pretty bad too. And then the food came. It was a massacre of unparalleled proportions. Atleast it seemed like one to my unfamiliarized eyes. And ears. The smoked hilsa came in pretty, pink, filleted strips, with a lot of vegetables on the side and didn't look all that violent. But the prawn! and the crab!! 'twas all red and when I asked why everything was so red, Alka, with a straight face, said that it was because the base was blood. She's damn good, but I'm used to her by now... They ate, or rather tore their way through the food. The exoskeleton took some manipulation; and by that I mean, they first bit it (it broke with a resounding CRACK) and then tried to scoop out the stuff inside with a fork, then with a spoon, then with a knife and a fork and finally gave up all the silverware and went at it, teeth and nails. It was a very educative experience. I gave up trying to eat and just watched them. This took a while. Toward the end of the meal Alka turned to me and said "This is going to be blogged, isn't it". Heh heh. Yep. Then we had dessert and made our way back.

The moral of the story - when going out to dinner, make sure there's atleast one other person whose dietary needs match yours.

Fish stinks. How much ever a delicacy it is, it stinks.

Now I have to go wash my clothes. Good bye. Do you have any interesting food escapades?

nothing much

I'm bored. I have nothing to do. My mid terms are over and I feel very lethargic. I have been sleeping a lot. My exams were boring, for lack of a better word. The first one was ethics. ugh. I'm not going to rant about that subject again, don't worry. The paper was theory, as expected. Like, "What is the purpose of learning the thoeries of ethics for a business manager?". I wanted to write "The only reason I'm sitting for this particular paper with such a useless prof is because it is a required course", but instead I wrote some "acceptable" and hopefully grade-fetching crap. Ironic, that an ethics paper drives me to, uh, prevaricate. Anyway, thesaurus.com has 93 entries for "lie".

Moving away from ethics, my next paper was Project Management. More gas. He asked 2 questions about some cases we had done in class which were pretty straightforward but the other 3 questions were ugh! How would you answer "what are the roles and responsibilities of a project manager?" ? How would the answer be anything but hyperbole! Anyway, the midterm was followed by a "true or false" paper. And he gave us half an hour for that!! Impossible, that man is! But he's kinda nice too. In a very grandfatherly manner. One of the few non-stuck up, seemingly intelligent, soft spoken type. His classes are very sleep inducing but that's ok. Atleast he dosen't have his head stuck up his ass. More on that, some other time.

I have 6 classes and one test this weekend. I'm not too bothered about that. There are people who have 11 classes!!! My solution to feeling bad about a situation: find somebody who's in a worse situation and feel good about not being that person. Works all the time for me.

Nothing else. Had a bad sandwich and good coffee at Coffee Day. Have no classes tomorrow. It rained here today, though apparently not as much as it did in Mumbai. Send some rain south, Aslan!

I have downloaded The Magician's Nephew and The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe! Tomorrow is going to be Narnia day! Go out and spread the word - Aslan and The High Kings and Queens from over the Sea will save the day. I liked the Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy stories better than the Eustace and the other girl stories. Back to the books. Bye.

Hungry

I'm ravenous; but I'm too lazy to go and get someting to eat. I have nothing in my room and I have to walk all of 5 minutes to get food but I'm really not in the mood to go.

I forgot to have lunch (yeah, forgot), had tea and maggi at 6 and again forgot to have dinner! Forgot because I have to finish a advertising project. Which is still nowhere near completion. I am not getting any data. I feel like bawling. M called me for dinner at 9.40 but I figured I'll finish this stuff and then go. But I still haven't finished and it's almost tomorrow.

I also have midterms starting on monday; thankfully only 2 subjects. I have no idea what to study or from where. I hate exams.

I'm hungry. And pissed off. Not a good combination. I am going to repair atleast one of those.

It has been a while.

It feels like it has been a really long time since I visited here. In all the 2 days since I last came here, I have had exactly one test and some 3 classes. We had a HUGE argument with the Service Marketing prof. Basically, we told him his teaching sucked, we don't get shit out of his case discussions, and we don't see the point in coming and sitting for one and a half hours just to listen to him spew stuff he barely understands at us. And he did not take it very well. This 5 foot nothing, smarmy loon started yelling back at us about how we put no effort to analyse anything before class and how he will not lead case discussions because that will hamper our application. Or something like that. How do people come up with crap like that with a straight face?? If he won't teach, what the fuck is he here for? But we have to go and sit in his class and pretend to be engrossed in this millions of slides on gaps. He has taken 6 classes and has still covered only around 4 topics. Asshole.

But something good happened too, in the past 2 days. There was this another prof. He was a complete nutcase. He would go on and on about transparency and availability of knowledge and abuse of power in Productions and Operations management class. Well, he quit. Good riddance. He was annoying, stuck up, rude and worst of all, had no sense of humour. His first class started out with, "Who has seen Dead Poets' Society?". Ugh. That was the beginning of a really bad term. He gave me terrible grades too. But that's not why I'm glad he's gone. I delirious with joy because I will not be subjected to his ridiculous posts on the notice board about distorted information, keeping Vocal people Voiceless (huh?), turf wars between departments (where? how?) and all the things that apparently only he had a clue about. Even though we all live here. Annoying little git.

Off to bed. Gnite. Be Good. Comment.

The Trials of Meera

I sat in Coffee Day today for an hour. The couch was free, so I sat inside and not outside as I generally do. They had done something to the place, it wasn't as teeming with flies as it was the last time I went there. So I had a great sofa, a sort of clean place, nobody I knew and a good book. Then they played Aqua's Barbie Girl. Why is it that everytime everything seems great, something always crops up to spoil it all?? How can you read about Poirot's perfectly curled moustache when this thing is shrieking about picking her up and undressing her everywhere!!If it is not Aqua, it is remixed Spice Girls. Remixed! I have no words. No words at all.

I got over it. I ordered a coffee and started reading. 50 pages into the book and two coffees later, two guys came and sat down. I did not understand a word they said, but the sight that assaulted my eyes! Let's call them A and B.

A sat directly opposite me and was like a very brown version of Fido Dido but without the charm or "cute"ness. He was wearing those specially faded, gray jeans. They were faded in thick horizontal, stripes across his thighs, starting immediately under his you-know-where. So basically, he had one patch of dark gray, a long patch of dark gray-light gray stripes and another long stretch of dark gray, strategically torn at both his knees and cut off just above his shoes. And tight. To complete the sartorial mess, he topped it off with a mustard coloured, full-sleeved shirt, about 3 sizes too big for him. And bottomed it off with white sneakers. Bright white.

B was of a totally different category. While A obviously thought he was "cool", B thought he had "style". Another eyesore. White, shiny shirt with three quarter sleeves!! I have never seen a guy wear three quarter sleeves before. Wow. I don't ever want to see that again. And brown trousers. Again the shiney sort. Greasy hair, with about three fourth of it falling over his forehead. What a sight! This one wore polished, black shoes. With green socks. What a beauty. I love it when things like this happen to me out of the blue. Totally makes my day.

By the way, A had striped his hair too. Blonde. And nobody was there to share it with me.

Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince

And I finished it. 827 pages in 4 and a half hours. Pleasantly surprised, I was. After the Order of the Phoenix, I didn't have very great expectations. A moron here told me something that happens in the book towards the end. I was so annoyed, I have been cursing him all day. Considering that he is almost a decade older than me, that's not very nice. His fault.

It was good. Not as good as Prisoner of Azkaban, but definitely worth a read. I'll read it again tomorrow, just in case I missed something the first time.

My eyes hurt. I have a class in 5 and a half hours.

Goodnight. Read the book.

Today, in my life.

Bad stomach and bad classes are all that I seem to write about. But that is all that happens in my life, if I'm lucky. Today was one of the 'badder' days. I had to sit through two and a half hours of 5 old men gassing about their respective companies when they were supposed to talk about Indian manufacturing.

The first guy began his 'speech' with this beauty: "I am glad that you put your focus on this topic which needs a lot more focus to be put on it." That was the only good thing about the whole "discussion". And it went on and on and on.

And I have a 7 am class tomorrow. On a Sunday.

Tell Slartibartfast I want a different earth. One without Evil Sunday Morning Classes.

G'nite.

Not for the squeamish

Have you ever run to the toilet in the middle of the night, undoing your pants on the way, praying that you get there on time?

I did that several times last night. And this morning. After a breakfast of tea and air, I had Andial, in vain hope that it would stop. I got back to my room and collapsed on my bed, knowing that god was punishing me for calling my profs names behind their backs, for bunking classes and being generally EVIL. And I took it without complaint. I went back to sleep.

A few hours later, I woke up. At first, I thought that I was in the sets of Jurassic Park and that there were speakers broadcasting the mother T-Rex's cries to her hurt baby. But no, that was just my stomach. And the roars were moving south, and fast. So I ran, tripping over books, chairs and clothes in my mad rush to the porcelain god, cursing Andial as I ran. I banged the door shut, and....

... it was just a fart.

God bless you, Andial

big, white teeth... mostly white..

I'm smiling. Big smile. Staring at the screen and smiling.

I just saw Ocean's Twelve. But that is not the reason I'm smiling, though the movie was funny. Unintentionally so. Brad Pitt dosen't eat as much in this movie as he does in Eleven. That was my net takeaway from the movie. Definitely not entertainment. Not my kind anyway.

Do you want to know why I'm smiling? Because Sheetal left a comment in an earlier post; I followed it back to her blog and what do I see???

p.s to consumerdemon - can't believe you're actually reading my blog!
because your blog was one of the first that got me interested in blogging! THANK
YOU!!!

Wow! Somebody I don't know said that! I think I am going to smile for a lot while longer. (And yes, Sheetal, Guarini looks really weird; like his pet rats ran out of food and nibbled at his whiskers!)

Take that Alka! I am going to shrug off all the people here (all 1 of them) who make fun of how much time I am spending on my blog!

Going away now. Still grinning. I haven't figured out how to change the alignment in this thing. But who cares.

strategy, beer and stuff

I had 2 very bad classes. In the first one, we were discussing a beer-naming strategy case and the Prof. picked on a guy who dosen't drink and told him shit like "If you are not drunk, you are not a man"! I hate it when people glorify this shit. It's ok to poison yourself, but do you have to try to make a guy who had made a consious decision not to drink feel dumb in front of the whole fucking class? Who all laughed at all the right places. Bloody suck ups, the whole lot of them. This man is so full of himself, 'i am so fucking cool' all the time! ugh. Nauseating Moron.

In the next class, we were entertained by another buffoon. This man has a nasal voice and claps, grins and laughs at everything. You give him you opinion, laugh. You tell him you want to leave the class, grin. You answer his question, clap. It is so annoying. And the worst thing about him is his tests. They make no sense at all: they are either memory tests or match the following jargons with a set of other jargon, all of which sound the same. I got 7 on 20,i think, in the first one; I'll probably flunk the next one.

3 hours of pain. And it is raining now. I want food. And coffee. And sleep.

Bye.

On Poetry

I have always thought of people who write poetry as NOT HUMAN. I'm not talking of those far-away beings like Tennyson who wrote the first poem that I 'recited' to an audience - The Beggar Maid and other works of art like The Charge of the Light Brigade and The Lady of Shalott; I am talking of people I know, who are otherwise normal, who can make phrases rhyme, who can piece together an ABABA style or even a 'modern' poem that dosen't rhyme, but sounds so damn good!

Take T for example; She is brilliant. Her poems are almost always sad, angry or upset. But they are beautifully so. And R, he is an effing genius when it comes to describing emotions with metaphors or K, who I was knew for 5 years before I knew that she wrote poetry.

Pigs. I love poetry. Not to the extent that I can quote Keats at the drop of a hat (though I do know "I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still") but I like to read them. But can I write poems? Hell No. I have tried. And what a miserable product that was! Embarassing, it was.

This is a testament of my jealousy.

86!

This is my 86th post. I feel all warm and glow-y. I can't believe I have actually continued this. I thought this would just be a summer fling. Apparently not. This is a new one for me. I generally tend to not like the same sort of thing for a long time - all categories: food, movies, places, people, everything. Books are the only things to escape this weirdness of mine. I still like the same books I liked when I was 6, 10, 14, 18, 21. It has been a natural progression from Noddy to Faraway Tree & Amar Chitra Katha to Narnia & Malory Towers to The Golden Gate to The Grand Sophy & Jeeves to The Future of Freedom & Papillion. I would re-read any of these books given a choice - even Noddy.

Maybe the blog would fit into that category. It's too early to tell. But I can hope.

my way or the highway

Limp Bizkit is good for many moods. Pissed off, angry, upset, sleepy, happy, bored, constipated... all of it.

Somebody just asked for Marylin Manson's songs on the lan messenger. I have never heard any of his stuff. How bad can they be?

I had three classes today. I slept through the alarm and missed the 9 O' clock class. I went for the 2 O' clock class but got bored and bunked the 3.45 class. And missed a surprise quiz. I can see my grades nose dive. The good news is that the people who took the test said that they'd probably get zero or less, so I guess I didn't miss much. Time will tell.

tuff

Not very happy now.

Listening to Megadeath's Insomnia. It sounds angry and anti-people. Just like I am feeling now.

It was a guy's birthday "celebrations" today - which basically means that he got the shit kicked out of him, got smeared with stuff and got a lot of hugs. He was a popular guy and there had been a lot of "campaigning" before his birthday. Lots of people turned up. It was funny in parts, but mostly dumb. Everybody laughed a lot in all the appropriate places. Me too.

It's weird how generally smart, quiet, subdued people turn into loud-mouthed, annoying dip-shits when faced with an equally loud, obnoxious crowd.

I'm feeling very unaccomodating of people now.

I talk too much when I am around a lot of people. Or I don't talk at all. It's obsessive compulsive, with a twist. I hate it when it happens. I am unintentionally idiotic, and I want to kick myself when that happens. I never think of what I am going to say and end up very verbose. I don't seem to know how to form sentences. Like PP said, I am the worst sort of verbose. I make fun of people like me. And it's not as if people give a shit about what I say. I keep telling myself, "Shut up, Shut up Meera" but I don't. Ever.

Fuck it. I'm going to sleep.

something stupid

Have you ever wanted to talk very badly but had nothing to say?

case

Why is every prof so obsessed with case studies? Why does nobody teach?/ Why do they want me to do so much work in preparation for a class? Why do I have so many things to write out these days? - pen and paper writing seems so difficult these days! Why do profs not trust printed submissions anymore!? Why do I have to go to class now? Oh Shit, Class.

Bye.

Weird But Wonderful!

That is how i want somebody to describe the book that I am going to write. Someday.

I have written lots of stories in my head, but when I put them down on paper or MSWord they just don't work the way they were supposed to. Pity, because they were great stories. Brilliant plots, amazing characterization and great locations. And they never really got out of my head. Imagine the headlines when I finally write my bestseller - STORIES HELD HOSTAGE BY HOSTILE MIND FINALLY RELEASED!!! RUSH TO YOUR LOCAL BOOKSTORES NOW!!

Wait and watch.

I have never.

... seen a Scorpions video.
... been to a good concert.
... met anybody with "Movie Star" good looks.
... been first in any subject, school, college or now.
... liked being asked something in class by a teacher, even if I knew the answer.
... had a real hobby.
... been hang gliding, bungee jumping, free falling, para gliding, or anything that sounds cool.
... learnt to ride a motor cycle.
... learnt to play a musical instrument.
... sung in public.
... sung in the bathroom.
... not slept during a long drive.
... had airplane food that I liked.
... had Brinjal/Aubergines/Kathrikka; atleast not that I can remember.
... liked any wedding.
... liked any formal occasion that involved lots of stranges, big smiles and dressing up.
... been to a disco.

There are lots more. But I am goinng to sleep. Good night.

...

i couldn't think of a title and hence the ellipses.

i have class tomorrow at 9 am. which is not a very nice thing to have, generally. not as bad as having a lobotomy or a session with the shrink at 9 and definitely not as bad as having a class at 7, which some people do. hehe. i feel better already. instead of saying "i have class at 9", i can say "i don't have class at 7". but there are some people who have class only at 11. that's just mean. and wasteful. early to rise and all that.

i have nothing to write about. i could write about my mosquito bites, but i have already done that; or about how i was wearing a torn salwar today without knowing about it till half the day was over, but that's nothing new in my world; or about how i had an identical, but untorn salwar that i changed into, that i did not know about, but who cares; or about how i did not understand anything the product management prof said in the last 15 minutes of the class, coz i was not really listening, but that's not breaking news material either; i could write about all the replies i did not get to my 3 mails to a group, but i have really stopped caring; nothing to write about.

for someone who had nothing to write about, i seem to have written a lot.

i am becoming more antisocial than usual. there is social, there is normal, there is anti-social and then there is me. i think i am going to create a new category under my present category and occupy that slot. i can think of nothing better to do with my spare time than read "Anne of Avonlea". it begins quite nicely. but i haven't gone past the first 10 pages. i got distracted and started reading "20,000 Leagues Under The Sea". the professor character is lot like the professor in Arthur Conan Doyle's "The Lost World". which was an awesome book. Micheal Chrichton is a miserable loser and copycat. jules verne, arthur conan doyle and issac asimov are my next list of authors to re-read.

i went to coffee day today. at 6pm. it was awful. it was as if two battling factions of flies had had a final showdown there. remember the end of the battle/war scene in those epic movies? where there are dead bodies all over and not a living soul to be seen? it was like that, but with flies. ugh.
i'm not going back there until i can get that image out of my mind.

i cleaned my room today. by cleaned, i mean put my books away, put most of my clothes away and swept 10 days worth of dust and other assorted stuff out of my room. i also sort of cleaned over and around my computer. man, what a mess. i shook my keyboard and stuff fell out of it in buckets. i'll save you a description of what constituted "stuff" for a day when i am feeling particularly mean.

i want to start using capitals when i post. i am satisfied with all other aspects of grammar, vocabulary, punctuation and lack of "cute" and "popular" abbreviations but i still have to master the art of using capitals when i type.

soon, i promise.

whatelse? i don't want to stop writing. it feels nice to write. type. whatever. reminds me of something vish said. about how it feels very unromantic to say typed. very true. feels bland. colourless and bleaghhh.

have you heard bon jovi's "thank you for loving me"? it is the worst love song ever. almost as bad as the stalker anthem, "i'll be right there waiting for you" or jessica simpson's version of "take my breath away". i am listening to it right now. it is playing on Launchcast's Adult Alternative channel. they seriously need to re-classify that song.

ok, nirvana's lithium now. what a weird song. I’m so happy ’cause today/I’ve found my friends ...They’re in my head,I’m so ugly/ but that’s okay, ’cause so are you ...We’ve broken our mirrors..........blah blah........I like it - I’m not gonna crack/I miss you - I’m not gonna crack/I love you - I’m not gonna crack/I killed you - I’m not gonna crack....

what was he thinking?

i have heard of people having imaginary friends. how does that work? i have never had an imaginary friend. i have imagined myself in worlds that don't exist out of books when i was 13 or 14, but that was beacuse i was bored and could not sleep and thought of how it would be if i was a horse wrangler in rohan and there was a passage from middle earth to narnia and i went to narnia on my favorite horse and met edmund and peter and susan and lucy and susan didn't like me initially because i called her a wuss. and things like that. aslan said i could come back to narnia whenever i wanted, until i grew up. i wish.

add c.s.lewis to my to re-read list. eoin colfer has come out with a couple of non-artemis fowl books. i want to read those too. my list is ever-growing. the wish is there but where from do i get these books?

867 words. 869.

do you..

i sent this as a mail to some of my family today........................................

do you get upset when somebody has an opinion that differs radically from you? do you feel frustrated and angry? for example, if your friend calls Oasis " Coldplay wannabes"! or somebody says 'ugh' just after you finished recounting how much you liked a movie, or calls your favorite book, person, place, music or idea, "a piece of crap". do you get all self-righteous and holier-than-thou, even if it makes you very irritated when other people get that way? do want to throw a tantrum, kick, scream and cry, if the rest of the world dosen't agree with you? do you storm out of the room, red at the ears, if your opinion gets beaten down by cold logic, accompanied by sneer or a smirk?

i want to stick my tongue out. and sometimes, i do.

please comment.

trauma

for the first time in 5 years, i sat in the first row in class today. not out of choice, though.

it was traumatic, right under those beetle eyes and too thick moustache of the prof. he could see everything, from the doodles on top of the page to the loud, checkered pyjamas that i chose to wear to class today. it was pure pain. especially when i wanted to join the dots on the mosquito bites on the back of my palm and had to desist, coz i was right under his beady, black eyes!

and in other news,

what is black and white, looks very cuddly, is fat around the middle and walks very funnily??

if your first thought was of a penguin, you lost! i was referring to me. or rather, me in a "suit". not that i have ever worn one, but i saw a bunch of girls in them today and had this mental picture of me in one.

dream

i slept from 6.30 pm to 8pm today. why? coz i could. and now, i'm not able to sleep. i'll probably go to the mess and get the latest gossip.

i had a dream during my one and a half hour nap. it was weird. i dreamt that i was in the middle of a very crowded shopping mall. and then in a blink of an eye, the entire place was deserted. empty. not one person. a la vanilla sky when he comes out onto the road and there's nobody, but without all the sex and naked tom cruise. then two people in yellow jumpsuits came at me from nowhere with long, thin swords. not rapiers, proper swords, but thin. i froze, but just as they swung at me, i ran and i slipped. and they killed each other. it was awful.

if i hadn't slipped, and they had killed me in my dream, would i have died in real life too?? i have never read of anybody dreaming that they actually died. but now, i want to know.

i woke up and went to a class that made me wish i hadn't slipped.

one more reason to hate kill bill.

annoying

in b2b marketing class today i was very annoyed.

nobody near me was paying attention. not that there was anything of monumental importance going on, but it is very annoying when everybody is DOING SOMETHING. the guy sitting next to me KEPT FIDGETING. he kept picking up my pen, playing with it, picked up the notebook of the girl sitting on my other side, picked up my phone, talked, nudged, basically bugged the hell out of me! the girl on my other side was talking to the girl behind me who kept pulling my hair; the girl in front of me was playing a game on someone's cell phone and THE DAMN THING KEPT BEEPING. the guy next to her kept looking back and talking to to the guy next to me and I WAS GOING OUT OF MY MIND. i was surrounded by bloody imbeciles. i was mentally screaming.

i had a mental picture of me running, screaming out of the class. at one point, i almost did it. and the weird thing is that i have, in the past, actively participated in these annoyances, with much glee. why was i so bugged?

maybe i'm just growing irritable in my old age. 22 going on 70.

ethics

i have an ethics quiz tomorrow. i wonder how they can justify quizzing us on jargon in a subject like ethics. does it matter if i know what meta-ethical thinking is? even if i know what is ethical and what is not, does that automatically mean that i am going to do the ethically right thing? how can a person be graded on ethics? we had a "discussion" on morality in biz ethics class last week; i found it pointless. there was the usual 'moral relativity' discussion- about how somethings are viewed as moral in some societies and immoral in others. and how legal does not automatically mean moral. i got the feeling that the the class was just giving lip-service to the issue.

apparently Ethical subjectivism is the idea that moral opinions are based on our feelings and nothing more. On this view, there is no such thing as “objective” right and wrong. i knew that when i was in 6th std. i just didn't know that it had a name. i don't completely agree with it. but nobody cares about that. they just want me to know what "ethical subjectivism is". what is the point?

i hate listening to people prosing on about morality. i just hate it.

i still have to study. bloody grades. the topics for the quiz are Ethics and economics; What is ethics? Distinction between Descriptive, normative and meta-ethical thinking; The distinction between law and ethics; Ethical subjectivism and ethical relativism. who cares? i'm already feeling sleepy and it's only midnight.

wouldn't it be ironic if somebody cheats in the quiz?!

bathroom thoughts

you have a dirty mind. yes. you. i know what you are thinking.

anyway, is it very weird if you are thinking about somebody and that thinking of that somebody reminds you to clip your toenails? you know who you are.

what would you what people to be reminded of when they think of you?

anyway, the reason for the title of this post was that i thought of this blog when i was having my bath today. i thought of what all i wanted to write, i mentally wrote it and laughed at my insane humour. i don't remember what i wanted to write, just that it was hold-your-stomach-and-laugh-so-much-you-need-to-go-to-the-loo funny. like i always am.

somebody told me a while ago that i have a very inflated sense of self. how mean. and how untrue.

actor

sometimes i feel like i'm just pretending to be a person. most of the time, i just don't care.

book rant

i want a good book. i am free for the next 3 days and nothing to do.. i have washed my clothes, cleaning my room will take me ten mins, and i am never in a mood to study. there are very few movies in circulation that i want to see. and i want to read. it is like a physical ache. i have the lost world, collected hercule poirot, right ho jeeves, the origins of virtue, a few edgar wallaces, papillion, mark shand and a few more but I HAVE NOTHING TO READ. i don't want to read snapshots from hell or business maharajahs!! maybe a chuck palahnuik, a lorenzo caracaterra, something i can't put down until i have finished it. not some crap. i am tired of trash. i am tired of intelligent books. i don't want gabriela garcia marquez or yet another thought provoking, award winning writer. i want a good book. funny, interesting, with a story line, believable characters, short conversations. kill howard roark and his 22 page long monologue. asshole. and that dominique chick. the only reason i read ayn rand's 2 "epics" was because i wanted to know why everybody was taking about it. i hated them both. there! i've said it. i loved her anthem. it was
short and different and interesting and beautifully written. more wodehouse. more cecil. more wallace. more books please. does nobody read for fun anymore? everybody talks about all the great books they have read and they all end up being these obscure, big, fat, serious dostoevsky style, murder, rape, hate, philosophy crap. i don't have anything against it if it is well written and gripping, a la Lee Child or Chuck Palahnuik but no more Dostoevsky please! Read War and Remembrance. Read Leon Uris for thought provoking. Fat and disturbing does not a good book make!

classes

back to the grind... i was checking my notebook to see what i have done this past one week and this stood out - i'm going to puke. if i don't come back bring my bag and check in the loo here. story of the past week. anyway, i'm in the pink of health now and in have loads of work already - courses all picked and classes started. i have two compulsory courses - business policy and business ethics, this term and they are both brain numbingly boring. in the biz ethics class today, this is what i wrote - are mad people freer than the sane? there is no free will. who gives a shit about your opinion? Morality is an urban myth.

and in an earlier class - Meera died this afternoon while in class; how she died is still a mystery but it is commonly acknowledged from her actions preceeding her demise that she died of chronic boredom.

I need help. In my first Product management class, it seemed as if the moral of the class was that 1. people will buy anything that makes them laugh; 2. has amir khan music in it; and 3. titan music rocks. i don't think i want to get into these lines of business. i'm too cynical as it is. the last thing i need is to start selling people things they don't need.

i still can't get over ethics class. the man is a joke; he flays his hands around, counts till 20 million on one finger and keeps telling the hare and tortoise story. he is in love with socrates too. he has said "if there are somethings worth living for, then there are somethings worth dying for.." or something to that effect. i think it is his aim in life to have one of us killed in an attempt at whistle blowing - satyendra dubey style (i think). creep. and he is rather gross to look at. he sprays the first row, hates it when people laugh, calls it immature, and and needs to change his anti-perspirant. ugh. i need sleep.