2014 is about to come to an end.
The hopes are high from 2015.
I think it was one of my cousins who euphemistically called the toilet, a temple. It wasn’t supposed to be offensive to the holy institution; just a hilarious way to allude to the place we all needed to visit daily for obvious reasons. The redefinition caught on with me and I gladly propagated it among my folks.
In retrospect, it wasn’t entirely out of place. The new ‘temple’ was where I would go to relieve myself of waste, more physical than mental. It was also a place for a spiritual experience, not necessarily of the divine kind though. The ‘spiritual’ high I attained was on account of the many books I loved re-reading in complete privacy. With no one around, the tranquility was unbeatable. As long as I didn’t linger too long, I could read uninterrupted. By the time I emerged, I had won battles, flown to space, dived underwater and romanced an imaginary sweetheart.
I’ve travelled in space and time since them. My physical books have made way for digital blips that need to be downloaded onto my tablet to afford me the luxury of reading. My imagination is no longer wild enough to ride piggyback on the ebooks and let me some adventure though. The 'temple,' however, still remains a happy retreat. Besides serving its main purpose, it still offers me unparalleled privacy. Apart from the usual reading, I also do the occasional writing on my tablet from there. In fact, part of this post was written in its sweet embrace.
The local Hindu temple, in contrast, remains as irrelevant as ever. We go there every week to witness music being decimated by devotees directing their affection at a notorious baba who built a vast empire spun around deceit and forgery. I find the experience rather amusing.
Ari is being potty trained. It's not an easy thing for parents to teach a 2yr old. One of the ways to prolong his perching over the potty is to give him an oft-read book to keep him engaged.
In the meantime, my temple remains without bells, priests, idols or screaming theists. A place of devotion can't get any better than this.
Nothing like waking up to Ellington in the morning.
My Nexus 7 battery was draining at an alarming rate all of a sudden. It would drain 50% overnight even when I wasn’t using it. I’ve still not ascertained the culprit but I guess an app that forcefully stopped background-apps when the monitor switched-off was the reason behind the anomaly. I’ve uninstalled many applications just to be on the safer. Apps have the bad habit of running as background services in Android (not specific to Android though; is by design).
I’m happy that the alarming running-out-of-juice has been finally fixed.
Google saved Blogger by buying it just when it was about to tank. For a while all was good. Google made some very obvious and much-needed improvements to the platform. And that was it.
Since than, Blogger has been one of Google’s neglected babies. Blogger’s biggest rival - Wordpress, marches on. Blogger, on the other hand, sits idly.
It’s Saturday morning and we are still in bed. Arihant is awake and threatens to ruin the tranquil that fills the room. He demands freedom from the crib. I give in and say adios to the ephemeral peace. Ari gives off a shirk as excitement ripples through his body in anticipation of a morning of fun as I pull him out of his nightly confines. He has begun to pick the three languages we speak at home besides his native gibberish. He refuses to shut up.
It’s a good thing I love music and presently wearing my noise-cancellation ear-buds to drown the cacophony. Ari makes a trampoline out of my stomach. His mother pulls herself out of bed, harbingering another day of privileged living.
That moment when Arihant rushes into the room, pulls an earphone from my ear, places it into his own...and smiles back at me. He then kindly places it back into my ear, though it doesn't quite fit. I readjust.
He playfully goes through the motion repeatedly until boredom hits and he finally rushes out with renewed vigor.
It completely ruins my listening but gives me something priceless in return- a moment that will drift into one of countless fond memories.
I must have annoyed my father in ways not very different, in times not very ancient. I'm sure he didn't mind
I heard Dexter Gordon’s Tanya for the first time 23 years ago. I was hooked.
I’m hearing it again as I write this post, but this time on my just-arrived Monoprice headphones. Tanya never sounded this good. I wish there were audio enthusiasts around me with whom I could share my enthusiasm. Dad?
Not feeling very well.
Wiring a lot of services to Blogger. Thanks to IFTTT for the big help. The only thing that I dislike in the current setting is the weird multiple lines and a comments image/hyperlink being appended to my blog posts on Blogger when sent across WordPress. I could use some CSS to hide some of the flab, but it’s still an ugly approach.
The weather sucks.
The local park isn’t far from home and is often a welcome respite from the sedentary life we live. The park has a children’s corner that’s well availed by the kids in the vicinity.
Ari is too young for most of the facilities, but a specially crafted swing has gained a near-complete hold over him. Pulling the two apart is a heart-wrenching exercise. After today’s mesmerising swings, Ari was in no mood to go home and the tantrums he threw attained epic proportions. Luckily, Asha was well equipped to handle the situation. We let the kid lie on the ground and cry his heart aloud while we calmly waited for his rage to ebb. It worked like magic.
This one will go down as a classic, I am sure!
I gave the Telco Colony group a real scare this morning by writing the following post:
A policy change.
This group has swelled enormously since its inception. We also take great pride in the kind of discipline we have been able to inculcate in spite of the growing numbers. But it also breaks my heart to turn away the many people who apply for membership. I fret at night thinking of the sin we commit each time we say NO to a membership request. The memory haunts me. To make matters worse, we also constantly keep deleting posts deemed inappropriate. But what right do we have to judge others? Who are we to decide what stays and what goes?
It’s time to deal with the guilt of misplaced authority.
So starting tomorrow, we will see some drastic changes:
All membership requests will be accepted. We say No to no one, even to those who have nothing to do with Jamshedpur.
We allow all kinds of posts. You’ll have absolute freedom to post anything, from the most pious to the most perverse.
Administrators will have their duties greatly reduced. In fact, they’ll be free of all duties of administration.
I feel better already! What are your thoughts?
I can’t believe so many people fell for it!
I saw a group of Christian evangelists arguing with some Muslims (staunch followers, it would seem from their attire) on Sunday near Shepherd's Bush Station. I wish I could linger a little while and have some fun at their expense.
I pity these folks. They are embroiled in their own mess. And they prefer it this way.
I have lost the priceless music archive I had taken 3 years to build. I don't have the heart to rebuild it, the effort would be too strenuous and overwhelming.
Depressed. I had taken great pains to build it to my exact taste.
So many years of diligence wasted. Can't stop feeling sorry for myself.
Universal literacy has still not been achieved. Far too few people can read. On the other hand, thanks to the near-ubiquity of the Internet...