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Dusting The Mats

 

Well, hello folks, 2012 and everything else in between.

It’s been a while; but every time I pause to think of WP, I hear the guilt bells ringing you didn’t finish the 100-book challenge. Well, the official count will be up soon. But needless to say, I just managed over 50, I guess.

I have a post waiting, in it’s half-baked stage. I’m just waiting until my head completes it and posts, but pictures are better.

Yup! So, I went to Kolkata somewhere during December. And goodness, it’s a wonderful place. Well, I don’t know how I managed with my shards of Hindi and no Bangla, but I did! And ate a ton of Bengali sweets, since I’m a sucker for things like that.

The one thing Kolkata surprised me with was how the ‘British legacy’ was so prominent. I mean, the roads, architecture etc. Granted, the newer parts of the city aren’t so influenced, but there’s still this vein of influence that you can notice. It’s like seeing history in front of you. 

Another interesting point I happened to notice is  there’s a lot of support or recognition of arts, I feel. I’m not implying patronage, but just in general. They embrace the creative arts. Which is good. And beautiful. In fact, I went to an art gallery while there.

And. Did I mention I stayed in a boat-hotel?

As a tourist spot : It’s fun, but people are always trying to swindle money off of you. Lovely places to visit. And so imbued with gorgeous history. And don’t forget to taste the authentic local cuisine.  I guess, ideally, this trip should be planned with a visit to the Sunderbans which I missed due to lack of time.

Anyway, pictures :

 

Here’s to more blogging!

 

 

 I just heard in the news today that the new TN CM plans to covert this amazing library into a hospital.

For once, Chennai has a library that it can be proud of. Having visited it a few times, I must say I absolutely love it. If only they opened the borrowing of books, I would love it even more. It was just a gorgeous library, something I’m sure everyone will agree if they see the building at Kottupuram. And it’s ambiance is quite good for reading and the stock of books they have right now is considerably so much better than the run-of-the-mill second-hand libraries that exist around the city.

This move of hers is insane! I mean, first she decides to ‘move’ the exclusively constructed Secretariat back to old Fort St. George, and now this! Absurd!

Personal vendetta or even political for that matter, should not affect the people. And besides, think of how many students will be affected by this. It’s not just novels; it has a host of good subject books as well. This is equivalent to interfering with education. How on earth will our state develop if each new governmental reign sets out to undo what the previous one did? Why not leave the existing and seek to improve? We are quite happy with this current arrangement of libraries, fine thank you.  She said and I quote from here :  “It is noteworthy that such a kind of a super speciality paediatric hospital has not been established anywhere in India so far.”

I should like to point out that the library is quite noteworthy in itself and Chennai’s first ever decent library that is quite accessible as well. Yes, a hospital is important, I agree. But why not find a new site for that? This library is placed in a quite strategic location and why take pains in clearing and recreating only to create confusion later on? Who’s to guarantee that books will not be mishandled/misplaced in this whole process?

 

Dear woman, please let us use this library and fix the price for book borrowing and subscription and all that.

(And I believe I have the right to vote.)

(For more info : Clicktey and clickety)

Now that that rant is over, you may gasp at the fact that I watched the news.

And in other news, exams. Blerrgh.

Normally, I don’t take anything terribly seriously. But there are times when, in a class with sixty-odd people who all have their future plans neatly mapped out while I still confuse the SATs with the GREs ( and have done nothing in preparation for either, natch), I feel my brows furrow. I make all kinds of vows to do some research on these things– figure out what I want to do, where I want to go! And in the meantime, I nod knowingly when other people bring up things they want to pursue. “GATE? Well, can’t go wrong with that.”

Full disclosure: I don’t even know what any of those abbreviations stand for- GATE, SAT, GRE. And I simply don’t know what I want to do for a living. It isn’t for a lack of things that interest me, it’s because everything is interesting and I’d really like to just go about doing new things as and when they interest me. Unfortunately, I suspect that kind of thing doesn’t pay the bills.

Louis C.K. quote

So of course, I did a lot of heavy research today.

FALSE! What I did do was spend a ridiculous amount of time on tumblr. This turned out to be a great move because here’s what I found:

“A would-be saboteur arrested today at the Large Hadron Collider in Switzerland made the bizarre claim that he was from the future. Eloi Cole, a strangely dressed young man, said that he had travelled back in time to prevent the LHC from destroying the world.

The LHC successfully collided particles at record force earlier this week, a milestone Mr Cole was attempting to disrupt by stopping supplies of Mountain Dew to the experiment’s vending machines. He also claimed responsibility for the infamous baguette sabotage in November last year.

Mr Cole was seized by Swiss police after CERN security guards spotted him rooting around in bins. He explained that he was looking for fuel for his ‘time machine power unit’, a device that resembled a kitchen blender.

Police said Mr Cole, who was wearing a bow tie and rather too much tweed for his age, would not reveal his country of origin. “Countries do not exist where I am from. The discovery of the Higgs boson led to limitless power, the elimination of poverty and Kit-Kats for everyone. It is a communist chocolate hellhole and I’m here to stop it ever happening.”

Mr Cole was taken to a secure mental health facility in Geneva but later disappeared from his cell. Police are baffled, but not that bothered.” (From Cnet; highlighting is mine.)

I laughed so, so  hard at what  Mr. Cole had to say. But with this came the realization that: THIS. This is all I ask of life: that it be surprising and unpredictable and  amusing in ways I could never imagine and that I always have lots to laugh about.

The End.

I’ve been thinking about e-readers a lot too, recently. Largely because of the long commute to college, but also because I love reading and I love books.

 As Fuzzy said, nothing can beat the feel of paper between your fingertips. But there’s a lot more to ‘the real thing’ than just that. When you think about it, all the ‘traditional’ story-telling devices that books use (blank pages, breaks in paragraphs..) have evolved from the fact of their physical form. Then there’s illustration and cover design- which, sure, will still be available on a screen, but there’s a reason the Mona Lisa isn’t just preserved in high-res digital format (that is more accessible to people, easier to maintain and occupies less space) and the same is true of book illustration. But all this, I will concede, is somewhat romanticized argument. The real argument lies in the drawbacks of e-readers themselves. Availability of books is an issue. Further, since they haven’t been around very long, the copyright-protection laws on e-books are sometimes ridiculous (and only made more so by competing e-reader manufacturers). They make legitimate sharing and transfer pretty impossible and there are all kinds of restrictions on format that further limit the books you can buy. Even more importantly, you don’t own the books you buy; you have the license to read the books you buy. Meaning, if these e-readers do poorly and e-books become a thing of the past (which, granted, doesn’t look likely), there’s a good chance that you can’t read the e-books you bought (although this would be less of a problem if the content transfer issue was settled while still somehow protecting against piracy)! Also, this owning-of-license-business is the reason that some e-books are cheaper. I mean, nobody’s going to pay more to be legally permitted to read a book as opposed to owning one that is theirs to use as they wish.

There is much to be said in favour of e-books, though. There’s the obvious: the portability (ranks high on my list!), the durability (no worrying about pests/dampness), the compactness, the ease and immediacy of purchase. But what’s really interesting is that e-books also offer a possibility for authors to earn much more off their writing. Normally, with printed books, the author either receives a flat fee or royalties on sale. With flat fee, the author is paid a fixed amount for a book, regardless of the number of copies it will go on to sell. If the book does poorly, the author still has his fee and the publisher loses out. Alternatively, the book does incredibly well (as does the publisher), and the author still has his meager fee. The other option is to receive royalty (a certain percentage) on every sale. This is still not a large amount, unless the book does very well; and then, it is still not as much as the publisher makes! E-books could potentially increase that percentage in the author’s favour because the publishing process is now much simplified.

So there you have it folks.

E-readers- To buy or not to buy: that’s the question.

I am, now.

Everyone’s talking about Kindle now. I have to agree, Kindle Fire does look pretty awesome. Plus, it know exactly what it wants to be. Not some oversized phone that can do ‘oh-so-many-things’. Kindle Fire is the real tablet.

Plus, the name! I mean, obviously, Kindle Fire is such a well-thought name! XD

But, no I won’t buy the Kindle Fire even if I were given a gift card for it. (This because, I prefer the EInk screen. I don’t want to kill tire my eyes.)

Ever since I read about e-book reader and Kindle, I was sticking, quite vehemently, that normal books are far,far better than these imitations. And I still agree to it. I mean, nothing can replace the texture of paper between your fingers as you laze in your favourite chair (mine, being orange). And there’s the smell of new books and old, something Kindle can never become. Forget the economic/ecological impacts for a moment. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if you could just live with books for ever?

But then, recently, I saw the Kindle and it’s E-Ink. And it’s freaking good. It doesn’t strain my eyes like a normal computer screen. My eyes tend to water if I read from a screen too long. I’ve found myself reading a lot of books on the internets and as PDFs, and that’s when I began to realize the usefulness of the little Kindle. It’s light, easy on the eyes, plus load of books for free. The positives are there, solid and unyielding. And since I travel for an hour and half at least to college, this will be a lot less heavier than the usual books I carry. And maybe, my bag won’t be so heavy then.

So, why not live with both, right? A compromise. While paper-books continue to keep me captivated, e-books will start to feature a lot more in my little library.

I probably will buy the Kindle Touch. Seems like a mighty good option. As for Nook, well it has it’s own little nook. I don’t know much about it, but hey if it’s good, well, good then.

So, if you haven’t converted yet, DO.IT.NOW.

So. Its my birthday tomorrow! I’m turning 20, which is slightly terrifying because I’m well on my way to becoming a bonafide, card-carrying ‘adult’. Yup. I can’t even type it out without using sarcastic quotation marks.

Since this also marks the death of my teenage years, my (awesome) friends threw me a funeral! With a gravestone, flowers and eulogies to boot! They showed up at my house at 9:30 in the morning and sent my mum to wake me up with this invitation;

  

‘Ascent To Adulthood’ and ‘shed her teenage years’ and ‘The Hatchlings’!

So, my mom wakes me up and she and my dad lead me to our Home Theater room place (which we call the LT room which stands for ‘Listening and Theater room’. My brother and I came up with that when I was 10 or something and its just stuck!) in a sleepy haze. I enter and the whole room is dark except for the screen which is blue and a laptop screen with this on it;

Creepy, Funeral type music plays in the background, and there’s a giant bump in one of the curtains, which turns out to be BWC’s brother. BWC and Fuzzy are hiding behind one of the couches and my brother was hiding behind the door (most discreetly hidden, wearing a black jacket and a black fedora over his regular clothes! *shakes head and laughs*).

They come out and yell ‘Surprise’ and all that. Except I knew something was up yesterday, my mom is way too loud on the phone. At this point I realize that this was a funeral! I see the gravestone and the flowers and just crack up! So much awesome!

Oh! There was also a green/grey cake! With ’20′ in roman numerals, to make it go with the theme!

Then, the best part, the eulogies. These two and my other friend who’s studying in Singapore right now had recorded this beforehand and they played it for me today.

They said some of the nicest things anyone has ever said about me. I’m so lucky to have such awegreat (portmanteau of awesome and great!) friends.

Love you guys! *hug*

/sappy

K, Bye!

 

Words (2)

So!

I know Lucid posted about words a (long) while back, and here’s another post on words.

Words are just gorgeous, n’est-ce pas? Some words just sound beautiful, the way they roll out of the tongue. Take supercilious for example. It sounds so perfect, right? And immaculate. It just sounds like what it’s supposed to mean!And creative word play is always entertaining. Word play always reminds me of The Sims’ ‘Loading’ texts. They’re always hilarious.interesting.

And if you haven’t adopted a word from www.savethewords.org, do it now. I have the word stiricide – falling of icicles from a house. Doesn’t it sound just right? What if someone decided to stand under falling icicles with the aim of killing themselves? Would that be a stiricidal suicide?

I bet you’re wondering “Why on earth is FuzzyL talking about words?” So am I. It sort of began with reading The Selfish Gene and then, I was looking at some of e.e. cummings’ poetry and all this spiraled into words. I find etymology very interesting. It sort of helps you understand how languages evolved and developed. And understanding the languages is one way of understanding another culture. See, it’s a wonderful train of thought!

And here’s another wordle!

Dasvidanya, folks!

Miscellany

Hello there!

I’m going to go ahead and assume that you’re familiar with our blogging-routine (or our not blogging routine, really) once college reopens, so I’m not going to whip out all the old excuses*. But you should know, we don’t actually ever forget the blog entirely for weeks together. All of us have admitted to thinking up posts for the blog in the past. And sometimes, I go one step further and make a list of bullet points on things I want to write about. Sometimes, I expand on them (as in this post) , but most of the time, I just have a bunch of incomplete notes :

From my desktop

(Side-note: Does anyone else use Notepad? Anyone? Anyone? No? Ok.)

(1) Paper towns metaphor:

Before I go ahead and post my notes, here’s a brief outline of Paper Towns:

The lead characters of this novel are Quentin Jacobsen and his neighbour, Margo Roth Spiegelman, who grow up together as kids but eventually go their separate ways. Margo appears at Quentin’s window one night and whisks him along on a mad, vengeful one-night scheme. Not long after, she disappears, leaving Quentin a trail of clues that leads him to make a cross-country trip with his best friends, in the belief that finding her will restore their former friendship. Along the way he begins to question his conception of Margo and their future.

Now, for the metaphor:

John Green’s Author’s Note says: ” Agloe began as a paper town created to protect against copyright infringement. But then people with those old Esso maps kept looking for it, and so someone built a store, making Agloe real….The store that was Agloe no longer stands. But I believe that if we were to put it back on our maps, someone would eventually rebuild it. “

Thought:  So long as people go looking for a manic pixie dreamgirl/ other fantasy-figure (as in Margo), there will be people to provide it (again, as in Margo)? And also people who will be complicit in the lie through blind longing for something that doesn’t exist.

(2) Kavalier and Clay (From the book The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay):

 Overview:

Josef ‘Joe’ Kavalier enters his cousin, Samuel Klayman (‘Clay’)'s life one night after having escaped from Nazi-infested Prague, leaving his immediate family behind. Upon discovering Joe’s skill with the pencil, Sam convinces his boss to give them jobs as comic book creators. Here, Joe’s training as an escape artist and his violent desire to inflict some damage against Nazi Germany, along with Sam’s repressed polio-stricken son-of-a-strongman self gain life in the superhero of their creation, The Escapist. Joe and Sam both grow and discover their true leanings in life even as their stories pander to the growing feeling against Germans and to their male demographic through objectifying women . The story follows through to the  end of the golden age of comic books with the Kefauver Senate hearings and the decisions the two cousins are faced with.

Thoughts:

 Joe / The Golem/The Escapist–parallel figures: 

The golem is a creature encountered in Jewish lore, that was created by a rabbi from Prague using clay. Although initially created to protect the Jews, the story goes that it eventually went on a rampage as it grew in power. The rabbi alone could ‘deactivate’ the golem, which was then held safe to protect the community from future enemies.

At the start of  the novel, Joe escapes from Prague with this very golem in order that it not fall into the hands of the Nazis. And from then on it seems to be present in the tale in the form of The Escapist and also through Joe kavalier. Much like the golem, The Escapist is a symbol of hope for Jews everywhere, and as Joe’s personal anti-Nazi weapon, he is indestructible. Joe himself also comes across as being rather disproportionately gifted– his skill as an escape artist and general infallibility require real suspension of disbelief. Further, Joe has a little brother back home, and it is vital to him that he find a way to ship his brother to safety alongside himself. When his attempts to do so are in vain, he goes into a downward spiral (much like the golem! And the increasingly violent Escapist!), turning his back on everything he holds dear, and enlists actively in the war against Germany. In the course of his service, Joe is sent to Antarctica, where he attempts to kill a peaceful German scientist. He regrets this almost immediately, recognizes that his hatred has been blind and futile , and eventually returns home. Soon after he reaches home, the golem is shipped to him and he finds that it has reverted to dust. This is in keeping with the legend of the golem, which cannot serve another master and becomes powerless when taken off the soil of its homeland. Similarly, Joe’s anger is somewhat quieted. Interestingly, this also coincides with the end of The Escapist and the decline of the comic book industry, making The Escapist seem like yet another incarnation of the golem.

Bottomline:  The juxtaposition of clad-in-tights sidekicks and World War-II is unique and fantastically well done. You should definitley read this book if you can lay hands on a copy.

(3) hp72.txt contains a bunch of incoherent points at the moment. Also, I want to post reviews of a couple of other movies I’ve watched since. So, that’ll be another post for another time.

Or maybe not.

For having got through the rest of this post, I will leave you with this fun fact:

BWC trivia, folks.

        That’s right. I named my ipod. And what’s more, I named him Augustus Pod. On a related note, I am also co-author of a sort of event-log (of  amusing college-related events) named Jeff.

   If you like naming inanimate objects too, leave me a comment and gain one cookie!

*For anyone who doesn’t know, our big excuse goes something like this: College sucks. This makes us miserable and not want to blog. When we don’t have to go to college, we’re too happy to blog etc.

P.S.: I seem to have published this post privately before it was done. So, er, yeah. That too. :/

 

When I first saw this book at the store, I was hesitant to buy it. Because I had this (god knows from where) idea that Amitav Ghosh is one of those prolific, eltistic writers. And also, because I thought his writings wouldn’t have a ‘story’. After The Calcutta Chromosome, I probably will pick another of his books sometime.

The tagline – A novel of Fevers, Delirium and Discovery sets the genre for this. A chaotic (yet interestingly good) mix of science fiction with supernatural and medieval components and medical history. So this book, is set in the future, the present and the past, and is done so in a wonderfully connected way. But, in the beginning, I did find the jumping of timelines very confusing. And I had to go back a couple of pages to link things in my head. What’s brilliant is that he manages to put out ‘clues’ to what the book is about, right from the very beginning, but you never catch it because – hey! It’s the beginning! I guess, when you read the second time, it’ll all dawn upon you.

I like that he didn’t go into this detail-ridden future, which makes it a lot more believable. The cult of people with advanced scientific ability and the whole ‘switching’ phenomenon is, although very strange, pretty well written. My main quip about this is that Ghosh tries to creatively hide details and sometimes, frustrates me. But his writing and the vocabulary are brilliant. They not only sound good, but describe the temperament and scene very well.

As for one of the MCs, Murugan, he seemed to be flaky, in the sense, his character seemed to wobble here and there.

True, it’s written beautifully, but I would say that it didn’t captivate me altogether. It was like it reached a high-point on  a bell curve and then fell sort of flat. It’s interesting yes, good, maybe. One of those books you love/hate, over time. The concept of transmigration is very interesting. Makes one wonder.

I would recommend it, only if you’d like something different, fast, yet it falls short. Don’t read with high expectations and you might like it. (Which is probably why I enjoyed it).
Rating : 3/5

The End of an Era!

This is it. The last ever time I’ll find myself looking forward to a Harry Potter event. This is something that’s been a constant in my life, since I was nine.

In fact, I never did want to read the first book until a friend of mine decided to show me a couple of pages from her copy of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone – the page where he receives the letter indicating the list of books. And needless to say, that initial glimpse into the world pulled me in and produced another Pottermaniac.

Lucid always says the first she heard us talk (when she crash-landed in our school) was when we were talking about the release (?) of the fifth book and of Snape’s abysmally large nose.

The movies have altered how I perceived the characters, the most of all – Ginny. Somehow the head Ginny differed so much from the movie Ginny or me. But then this isn’t as bad as BWC imaging Voldemort to look like Squidward from Spongebob.

Ten years ahead, here I am, with the realization that I’ve been very lucky to be a part of this cult/phenomenon/Muggle-world.

It feels like finally closing the lid on this box, but I plan to read all the seven again, after the movie. And then, maybe still have this ‘box’ next to me always. Plus, reading it again, isn’t for the story and its interweaving layers, it’s also a trip back to the tiny (okay.. tiny-er) me. It’s always wonderful to the see the complexity she built and how the cogs turned. In fact, Snape is one of my favourite characters, because he’s so well penned down.

It would be wonderful if there was a midnight premiere and we could go dressed as characters. But no, this is Chennai. Joy.

Sure I had complaints, criticisms and all that throughout the reading/watching experience, but just like any old Rajnikant fan, I will always stand by the books. (The movies… maybe to a littler extent, ja?)

All that’s left is to try and convert my brother into an HP-reader.

This would probably best sum it:

Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?

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