Tuesday, November 15, 2016
I just can't take it anymore. I should have moved on long back but lingered in the hopes of a miracle. It was not to be and I've finally given up hope. The writing was always on the wall but I pretended not to read. Reality cannot be overlooked anymore. It's painful but it must be done. The neglect is too much. Google seems to have completely forgotten that it owns Blogger. Google bought the pioneer in the field of blogging and allowed it to languish while WordPress happened out of nowhere and thrived under the sun. While wordPress does come with a few caveats of its own, they diminish in comparison to Google's step-motherly treatment of Blogger. Leaving behind a blogging platform is like junking your most trafficked mail id - you just can't get away from it completely. So while Blogger will always remain the mother ship, WordPress is where I may do at least some of my next few posts. In the long run, all posts will be come to Blogger, but not before WordPress has hosted them for some time.
Sunday, November 13, 2016
Saturday, November 12, 2016
I'm listening to Louis Armstrong on Spotify. Arihant rushes into the room with a torch that was originally meant to project images of planets, nebulae and galaxies on the wall. Ever since he lost the films, it's reduced to a vanilla torch that projects a featureless circle on the wall. Ari croons a song on the planets, hopelessly out of tune and factually utterly incorrect. He now begs for his telescope, a request I reject owing to the clouds.
Tuesday, November 08, 2016
We are what we post on our social networks. I guess life was meaningless before social networking came along to define us. Just imagine the meaninglessness our forefathers endured in the oblivion of FB. But we are the enlightened ones. Lucky us. We post like crazy. Every moment spent on experiencing anything not worthy of a post is not worthy of the experience in the first place. And since we somehow don't live the enriched lives we envisaged for ourselves, plagiarizing the thoughts and opinions of others is what these networks is all about. Rarely do I come across a post that isn't a repost or a post not flattering oneself. What a severe paucity of a genuine appreciation for life.
Remember those days in the colony when not every house had a TV but no one wanted to miss a cricket match? Friends, and sometimes even stran...
I'm wearing a rather remarkable shirt, one that makes me feel like a clown fooling around in a graveyard. Roving eyes latch on to me and...
I generally dislike Wagner. However, I heard a piece by him today and it was sublime and breathtakingly beautiful.
I just can't take it anymore. I should have moved on long back but lingered in the hopes of a miracle. It was not to be and I've fin...