Deepanjan Nag's Magnum Opus

What a load of crap this blog is turning out to be! Life has degenerated to such an abominable level that I have nothing interesting to post. Even trees have a more active lifestyle!

Here's a wild prediction. Piggybacked on nanotechnology, cryonics will be successful.

I had posted the following hoax mail to the mailing list of my school batchmates. Yo Imbeciles! With everyone jumping into the matrimonial bandwagon, why should I be left behind? I recently got married clandestinely in a secluded temple in Varanasi, as parental consent was not forthcoming because of out diverse pedigrees. I hope you folks will forgive me for not extendind a formal invitation. I am attaching a photo of my wife. Luv, Deepanjan Needless to say, most of my friends took the bait! Of course, I had to let them off the hook. The attached photo of Pamela Anderson did just that!

22nd Gopal pishai loses the battle of life to cancer. I feel sorry for Mampu.

15th Bought the Indian tricolour after many years!

12th I got didi's rakhi and letter. Dad's high BP got me worried and only a phone call could pacify me.

Life sucks! I've lost my afflatus in this abysmal city. I need something to pep me up.

Music is the aural transcription of nature. As I listen to Beethoven, my mind is hurled through space & time. I float through tranquil oceans and pastoral landscapes. Mozart encapsulates life in its entirety. Tchaikovsky reminds me of the sweet moments I had spent with my love. Debussy helps me rediscover solitude and embellishes my mind with benign thoughts. Indeed, music is one of nature's most creative forces. Mathematicians have discovered some intriguing facets about it. I had read somewhere that there is an uncanny correlation between the notes that a pianist may play on his keyboard and the corresponding logarithms of their frequencies! Of course, this happens only when melody and not dissonance is created. Here's yet another interpretation. Whenever our brain interprets an audio frequency, it immediately expects a follow-up by one of certain frequencies. Once this expectation is met, it once again expects another frequency. This is an iterative process, giving ri

Could things be more dismal? I used to be lean and mean in Pune. In Ranchi, I've put on weight, and have been bamboozled on a few occasions. Pretty babes frequented every part of the city (Pune). I even enjoyed the camaraderie of many of them. In Ranchi, the girls are ultra-ugly. They have diminished my interests in the opposite sex to sub-zero levels! Things change...only for the worse. Surely, the Carpe Diem philosophy of Horace is the only way of living a happy and meaningful life.

Religion is one of man's most insidious inventions.It comes up with a ready set of postulates that we are all supposed to blindly follow. Religion paralyzes some of our most important attributes: thinking independently, questioning and inferring logically. How can the modern man remain so mum about this fallacious institution? For once, let us be iconoclasts. Let faith be the exclusive domain of every man who invents it. Let is be personalized and customized by our concience.

I'll recall an incident that happened a long time ago, when I was just a kid. There is nothing special about the incident; yet, it has left an indelible imprint on my mind. It was an evening just like any other, except that the monsoon clouds were gathering in full force and threatening to spoil it, which I intended to spend with my playmates. The prospects to that effect looked rather grim as the clouds enveloped the entire skyin an infinite canopy of myriad gray shades. Occasionally, the golden sunrays would manage to puncture through the thick covering and travel hurriedly over the landscape before being shrouded. As the clouds descended upon us and threatened to condemn us to eternal darkness, I gave up all hopes of playing with my friends. Instead, I invented imaginary creatures with the morphing clouds and contrived stories of war waging between them. My mother and sister had gone out and I was alone with my dad, who had apparently resigned to fate, as there seemed little pro

Robert and his band of mentally warped nutheads have cast their sinister sights on my beloved blog. The following posting is directed exclusively @ them: If you see me coming, better step aside; A lot of men didn't, a lot of men died.