The Musical Twin

Over the years I've had many twins.

Okay, fine, so there was just one. But now, there's another. [Sorry winnie. But don't worry, I still love you.] This new twin pierces the one part of my life that the old, *whacks self* I mean other one didn't cover.

 

Music.

 

A long, long time ago (January), this girl, K, came to talk to me at a party. She told me that she'd seen some music on my Facebook profile and that she listened to pretty much the same stuff. We talked about exchanging music but it didn't happen. We're not really friends, and we're in different specializations so we don't see much of each other. Then a few months later I was listening to some music in college and I extended a earphone. She liked the song (Kings of Convenience) so I promised to give her some on a pen drive. This time I really did. She did the same.

Actually she did more. She went above and beyond. She gave me two whole albums of...wait for it…The Shins! Not to mention a bunch of other music which I haven't yet heard.

I can't even begin to explain what that means to me. It's like my birthday has come early this year (or got late last year, whichever way you choose to look at it). To add to the birthday feeling, she gave me music in the cutest cd cover. It's bright, shiny, jazzy red with hearts on it, like wrapping paper. Plus, M gave the world's coolest water bottle, wrapped and everything (it was a return gift for her little sister's birthday party). I wish my birthday was half as fun as yesterday!

Oh, and in the cute red cd case lay a cute movie called Paris je t'aime. It's the best I've seen in a long time.

 

As Athlete would say/sing, yesterday threw everything at me. Or as Marshall would say, it was steak sauce. Or as Barney might say, yesterday was totally awesome.

Okay, I'm done.

Gold in the air of summer

The heat was really getting to me. Even the riksha ride was unbearable. The aftermath of the riksha ride was no less unpleasant what with the man sticking his hands inside his pants to give me change. Dirty, sweaty pants, at that.

I was glad when I finally reached the stairs of the metro station. My head was beginning to hurt from being in the sun so long. The air conditioning beckoned and I made my way to it in a daze. I kept thinking of how I would make it home. How would I possibly survive the walk from the metro station to the bus stop?

I glided through the checkpoint to the entrance. I had kept my smart card out to speed my way to the infinitely cooler platform. It was all I could think of.

But my card wouldn't work.

I stepped back and tried again. It still wouldn't work. I shifted it, turned it around, stepped back again. No luck. I looked around for help but no one was there. I looked for the guard but he was far away. I sighed and started to make my way towards him when I perchance looked at my card.

 

It was my driver's license.

There was no electricity the whole day today! From 11.30 a.m. to 7 p.m. Some stupid meter change.

Since I couldn't study without light I decided to read Douglas Adams instead.

Sur minus

The Delhi government claimed that there would be a surplus of power by the end of the decade.
It's the end of the decade.
Where is this surplus power?
We've been having power cuts every single day. Three times a day. Peak of summer. Middle of exams.


What is wrong with these people!?

How fitting

Just as I started preaching anti-religionism and thinking that it's my calling, my mom comes and hands me a Hanuman Chalisa, which btw, I used to read religiously (pun unintended) when I was younger and had almost learnt it by heart! But even that was not because I was religious; my mom told me that it improves your memory and attention span.

Maybe this is a sign. God is telling me to believe.

I think I'll read it again.

UPDATE: I read it. I think I need someone to explain it to me.

Given that my exams are going on, my brain is on full throttle. And for once it's actually thinking about studies. About education to be specific.
Our text books are so incredibly dull! You would think that psychologists would know how to hold someone's attention!
Bored with the books I tried to pass my time online. I read some quotes by Douglas Adams and thought for the gazillionth time "that is one brilliant man". Not only is he brilliant in terms of coming up with new ideas but he can also make the most mundane seem interesting.
And then, suddenly, there was thunder and lightening and a bulb went off in my head. What if we combined the two? The textbook authors have the knowledge, but the writers have the skill! They should be the ones doing the writing, not these nerds! Douglas Adams can make even computer programming sound like a good way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
I wish he'd taken an interest in psychology the way he did with science. But he probably realised it was a rubbish subject. What have psychologists achieved anyway? They conduct fake research, then they make people ape it, stir things up, make some theories...doesn't matter if they hold true or not, and then what? Go back and test the old theory again. It's just a way convincing yourself that you're doing something worthwhile when you're actually doing squat.
Bleh. This was not meant to be a rant.
Don't mind me.
I'm just pissed I have five vivas.
But I still like the text book idea. The experts should probably write a rough draft of the book and then give it to the writers. Then the writer will say "Oh so this is what you wanted to say?" and then put in a joke or two and twist things around. Pictures are always helpful.
Maybe even advertising people should get in on this. After all, they know how to make things look appealing. I mean, have you seen Baron? It's such a brilliant book but what's with that orange cover? and Robbins doesn't even bother using colour.
So, to summarize, writers and ad agents should expand their horizons and get into the business of education. It's a win-win situation really. They get more jobs, we get more education, and eventually, even we get more jobs.
Thank you.
*takes a bow*
*standing ovation follows*