The Scientist - Coldplay

The forever and ever superlative heartbreak song.

"Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are.
I had to find you, tell you I need you,
Tell you I set you apart.

Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions,
Oh lets go back to the start.
Running in circles, Comin' up Tails
Heads on a science apart.

Nobody said it was easy,
It's such a shame for us to part.
Nobody said it was easy,
No one ever said it would be this hard.

Oh take me back to the start.

I was just guessin' at numbers and figures,
Pulling your puzzles apart.
Questions of science, science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart.

And tell me you love me, come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start.
Runnin' in circles, Chasin' up Tails
Comin' back as we are

Nobody said it was easy,
Oh it's such a shame for us to part.
Nobody said it was easy,
No one ever said it would be so hard.

I'm goin' back to the start."

Journalism and the Triangle

Two years and counting. This newspaper has become an integral part of my life now.

Are you curious?

Things I Do

A pictoral summary of all the extracurricular things I do. The one in the center is closest to my heart. You'll probably be reading a whole another post about it soon...

Kabhi-Kabhi by Sahir Ludhianvi

One of my favorite verses of all times. I am proud to be able to read and understand it as it is.

कभी-कभी मेरे दिल में ख़्याल आता है...

कि जिन्दगी तेरी ज़ुल्फ़ों की नर्म छाओं में गुजरने पाती, सो शादाब हो भी सकती थी.
ये रंज-ओ-गम की स्याही जो दिल पे छाई है, तेरी नज़र की शुआओं में खो भी सकती थी.

मगर यह हो ना सका...

मगर यह हो ना सका और अब यह आलम है, कि तू नही, तेरा गम, तेरी जुस्तजू भी नही.
गुज़र रही है कुछ इस तरह जिन्दगी जैसे, इसे किसी के सहारे की आरजू भी नही.
ना कोई राह, न मंज़िल, न रौशनी का सुराग...भटक रही है अंधेरों में जिन्दगी मेरी.
इन्ही अंधेरों में रह जाऊंगा कहीँ खो कर, मैं जनता हूँ मेरी हम-नफज़,
मगर यूं ही, कभी-कभी मेरे दिल में ख़्याल आता है.

Syndications

People actually read what I write! :)

Yay. So, here...I'm going to keep a record of all the major syndications of my work.

1. Washington Week
2. Ministry of Defense, Sri Lanka
3. World Prout Assembly
4. Sanguine et Purpure

Some Profound Conversations

Click on the image to read.

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Me: Internet!
BHP: Holy Crap!
Me: Exactly!
BHP: ah!
Me: oh!
BHP: yay!
Me: !
BHP: !

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Me: listen
Me: LISTEN
Me: Are you listening?
Ali: yes
Ali: I'm listening closely
Me: psst.
Ali: hmmm?
Me: iodine is poisonous.
Ali: Dammit!
Ali: Are you serious?
Me: Yes.
Ali: great.
Ali: well
Me: Not really. I am lying.
Me: Mercury is poisonous.
Ali: Oh....
Ali: Nahhh, i use it for everything!
Ali: I even season my food with mercury.

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Me: Hahaha
Me: Is that hawing?
Me: Dude, at least its better than lol'ing.
Ali: I dunno, i've become accustomed to lol'ing.
Ali: Its almost lost all meaning to me.
Ali: lol'ing is like breathing.
Me: what about roflmao?
Ali: dude
Ali: No. No way.
Me: I have heard people use it like it were an actual word.
Ali: Thats like a clusterfuck of lol'ing that i don't need to deal with.
Me: What's a clusterfuck?
Ali: You know, a large amount of ridiculous things.
Me: It's called a clusterfuck?
Ali: you can pretty much call any group of things a clusterfuck.
Ali: for example, the Triangle staff is a clusterfuck of disgruntled Drexel students.
Me: hawhawhaw
Ali: hahhaha, oh God!

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Me: Brett Brett Brett!
Brett: ADITI!
Me: Brett.
Brett: Aditi
Me: Brett
Brett: Aditi.
Me: Brett
Brett: No, Aditi.
Me: Yes, Brett.
Brett: Aditi Aditi
Me: Brett Brett
Brett: A dit i Adit ia diti
Brett: ?
Me: Brett!
Brett: Hahahahaha
Me: brett?!
Brett: Aditi.
Me: Brett.
Brett: Que pasa?
Me: Brett.
Me: tterb.
Brett: itida.
Me: Copycat.
Brett: tacypoc
Me: nmad thgiarts
Brett: !
Me: Damn straight.

Making Andrew (in)famous.

That's right. That is what this post dedicated to since I promised him that I'd make him famous.

Well, he's leaving in a few months for an extended period and I am going to miss him. So I figured I should a make him unique collage. Handy and portable.

You know, just leaving some footprints on the sand...

Maggi Uffff Lollerskates Drexel The Cult of the Awesome MacDonald's Milkshakes $7 Betch
Choosing Non-squishy Red Apples 1309RA Shakira Tricolor and Crescent Hair Donation
Intuition While Driving Smeagol Japanese Culture Umbrella Ella Ella Ella Weggie Wrap Hindi
Tandoor Make-Out With Hair LGBTQ High School Musical Tater Tots Candles OMG Shoes
Hindu God The Triangle Target Store Andaz Apna Apna Je t'aime Paris Six Flags Kala Fryman
Les Miserables Bastille Day Ramblings Versailles Culture of Respect Ven-Cat Hugs Fonzy
Rainy 4th of July Sexy Left Leg FUSE Aap Mere Achche Dost Ho Anisha Grover Pizza Rustica
Spanish The Boy With Lost Sheep My Hysterical Laugh Writing IR Phillies Red Hat New Delhi
Hershey's Kisses Krystle RLO Banquet Woody's Tongues Disney Julie Mostov Free Food
New Student Orientation Surge Protectors Techincal Communication Uttar Pradesh Suerte
QVC $120 Bag Industrial-Size Trash Bag Senstivity CA Rounds Diet Pepsi Shetbegg French
LMAFO Chut Up Cosmopolitan Sharpay Heavens To Betsy Scrabulous Harry Potter Book 7
My Precious Bike Gullible On Ceiling Lydia Hunn Bubble Tea Ice Cream Socials Smile Bad OLs

Did I miss anything, huh?

So, apparently I am a generous builder

I wonder how they come up with those politically correct adjectives for all their users.

My personalDNA Report

After you have read the report, you have three choices:

a) Agree
b) Disagree
c) Do you really think I read that shit, bitch?

Procrastination

I really should do my homework.

And start my MCAT prep. *sigh*
Maybe tomorrow...

Arrival

" We were born with our eyes wide open
So alive with wild hope
Now can you tell me why
Time after time
They drag you down
Down in the darkness deep
Fools in their madness all around
Know that the lights don't sleep

Step into the silence
Take it in your own two hands
And scatter it like diamonds
All across these lands
Blaze it in the morning
Wear it like an iron skin
Only things worth living for
Innocence and magic - amen" -- David Gray, Silver Lining.

Humans (aka Technology Part II)

I should techincally list my best friend as a technology. No one makes my life easier more than my best friend, at least at this point in my life.
I vent at her, make her cook for me, get angry if she doesn't laugh at my jokes, and tell her totally pointless stories and expect her attention, which I actually get. It's awesome.

Invention of friends was the greatest thing ever. For example, mine are a really eccentric and assorted bunch.

There are some who I have known since high school in India. I tend to have really long heart to heart talks with them. They know where I am coming from and they generally tend to be more understanding of things that sometimes don't even make sense to me. My old friends are my all time favorites.

Others, I know because I chose a certain major. We usually sit in classes together, bitch about college together, do homework together and have nervous breakdowns together. I am serious about the last part. There is no real bonding unless you've shared a panic attack and screamed at each other. You hate this now but you'll be all emotional and tearing up about it at your graduation.

Next come the people who work the Triangle.
We're one hell of a family. As in all families, we too bitch about each other behind their backs. Sometimes, it's all the fun we have in a week. Most of us become friends because we just inevitably end up spending an insane amount of time together. It's like, initially you don't know anyone; none of your tastes match. You think they're weird, their music is weird, the fashion police should totally lock up them, they have no political judgement and the world would totally be a better place without them because they just downright suck. But what can you do, you need them. And then eventually, you learn to laugh at and with them, tolerate them and possibly even thank them at the end of the day. It's awesome. No really, I mean it. It's the only place where I really learnt to like people I didn't like at all.

I also have some friends who I know because we worked together. It's sometimes hard to imagine how much other people can enrich your life and make you grow, if only you choose to reach out to them. And let them reach out you and be honest and trusting. I'm a big fan of companionship and sharing my life with people of consequence to my heart. To me, that's what relationships are. These friends of mine have taught me about love, respect, warmth, culture and people. I feel myself falling into a new personality as I discover through these people, who I am and what I connect with.

Yay to my friends. I would have named you all in this post but then chose not to for a variety of reasons.

Technology

I am writing about technology. Oh yeah.

Well, I'll ramble off on tangents as you continue reading but I had to pick something to get your attention.

So, let us start. What is technology? Anything that makes my life easier.
Good.

So, what are some of my favorite technologies?
Soap, paper, the wheel, catapult, elastic bands, velcro, shoes, elastic bands, my bike (a unicycle is kinda neat too), my laptop, Internet, cell phones, ball bearings, and toothbrush.

While listing these things, I couldn't help but think about paper. No one gives paper enough credit anymore. I mean, look at me. Writing a freaking blog on a website instead of jotting down my thoughts in a diary. And no, its not because I don't want to waste paper because I care about trees. Typing is faster than writing.

Sucks.

So, I work at the Triangle, student newspaper at Drexel. We're weekly and independent and all that good stuff. Got our own website too. So yeah, we're quite snazzy, or at least we try real hard to be so.
Producing the paper every Thursday involves computers, programs, templates and ...um, food.
No paper. It's weird. Come to think of it, the only thing we use pens for it to leave rude/endearing messages on post-its on people's computers, and to throw them at each other when we need attention. Mind you, we only leave written post-it messages on your machines if you don't have a post-it widget installed on your computer. The only thing we use paper for is to see previews of the newspaper in print.

Interesting.

Ball bearings are really underestimated too. They are the heart and soul of all your freaking machines, except some really weird and annoying machines like computers. Trust me, computers wouldn't be half as annoying and weird if they got some good old ball bearings. I'm not kidding, ask those mechanical engineers. I mean, they are everywhere. All your motors use them, all those yo-yos that you used to play with, your bike, your car and even some real neat stuff like earthquake proof buildings. Think about it, there would be no pyramids in Egypt if there were no roller bearings.

Catapults. Or slingshots. You really can't ignore them; they're just so unique. And if you're from a country like India where kids use them to steal fruits from trees in other people's gardens, you'll really connect with what I'm talking about. Back in the day -- when I was all little and innocent -- I used to have this wooden masterpiece that my friend had made for me, and it was all purpose. I used it to get my mother's attention (I would make paper balls and shoot them at her and then get whacked in the head when she came by but that's a different story...), I used it to break my neighbors' windows whenever they dumped garbage in our yard, for the aforementioned fruit stealing and etc. Life isn't the same anymore without a catapult.

Your mouth has a healthy population of protozoans if you don't appreciate toothbrushes. You might have noticed people cringe when you open your mouth. Take the hint.

And you should die if you don't know why velcro is awesome.

Forget me not.

I am a poet, not.
Lover, not.
Believer, not.
A giver, not.
A florist, not.
Beautiful, not.

My faith is barren,
My dreams are colored with no bright hues.
Dry kisses touch my parched soul,
Fullfilling me, not.

And I have seen the eyes of slient whimpers,
Wrapped in the agony of twisted emotions,
Destructive and powerful,
But shattering me, not.

And I have heard cacophony of hollow simpers,
Reverberating with their own illusions,
Enthralling and luring,
But captivating me, not.

Running barefeet on the path of life,
Bleeding on the rocks in my way,
They cut me deep,
But I give up, not.

I have cleaved the skies with my hands,
Shone through the clouds,
Light bright and radiant on my face,
It's mine to feel,
Follow me, not.

Hate me, not.
Love me, not.
But forget me not.


copyright June 2007