Hippity Bippity Bop

To start off this post, a small rhyme, if I dare call it, that I wrote:

Hippity bippity bop!
The mouse ran off the clock
The cat did a hop
and hit on a block
Hippity bippity bop
the cat became a clock!

Moving on to more unimportant yet inevitable things, being a person who has just now completed High School and awaiting the exciting new college life, I would like to represent us all out-of-High-School-waiting-for-college teenagers in asking the general public to avoid in conversation with us, if so requested by the cruel wands of Fate, the following questions:
1) How much did you get in 12th?
2) What is your [enter name of entrance exam] rank?
3a) (If you failed to obtain a rank)What other colleges have you applied?
3b) (If you have obtained a rank) What college and course will you get for this rank?
4) Why didn't you apply for [enter name of college you did not apply for]?
5) When is your counselling? (Especially painful if you're not aware of the date of counselling)
6) What are you going to do till your college starts? (Especially painful, again, if you're completely clueless about the answer to this question)

So, in conclusion, what I'd like to say is, and my colleagues would agree, that elders of the world, please stop asking us any of these questions. Also, please note that more such questions may (and will, most likely) appear on the list when you are least expecting them to do so.

Among other things, I've always wondered why I'd sign my leave letter by saying 'Yours Sincerely' because I've never gotten the hang of it's usage, especially when I'm least sincere in the letter about my reason of absence or in the general feelings towards the Addressed. Food for thought, I'd think.

I'd like to proclaim to the part of the world that is interested that I have been reading a lot of story books, watching a lot of movies and viewing a lot of TV during this Summer as I do not have a Greater Agenda to keep up with.

If I could have my way with a magic lamp with a Genie trapped inside waiting for me to rub the outside of the lamp to free him/her (33% reservation for women in India, you see) so that he/she could kindly and gratefully grant me three wishes, I'd ask for a) a million dollars b) lots of real estate in the up-and-coming localities of all major cities of the world and c) to spend many a joyful (and eventful, if so Fate wishes) Summers at a generous residence of an English Earl in a picturesque English Countryside complete with seemingly unemotional butlers, beautiful young men and women wanting to marry trying to fight the hurdles, quick witted relatives of dim witted Earls, formidable aunts, miscellaneous flora and fauna and so on and so forth.

In conclusion of this post, I'd like to say this much: Thank you and goodbye, well at least until the next post.

Arthi

Random Discoveries of the Day

Bron wrapper can be used as a coaster after being folded at least twice. It's true.

After 12 in Chennai, water from the taps are going to be VERY warm.

You don't want to rinse your mouth with that water after using a strong mouthwash.

Sleeping longer than usual makes me sleepier.

Wikipedia can be more entertaining than you think.

Cold water makes me thirstier.

Arthi Appathurai

This Started Out As Studying For IP Exam I Swear

This blog is random in content. Very random, if I may add. The point of this blog is nothing. I don’t know, actually. Maybe by the end of it, this will all make some sense. But who is to know?

I swear I started out studying for the IP exam. But I just couldn’t get myself to care enough about computer networking to be not bored.

Zodiacs are mostly bullocks. They’re very arbitrary. They are designed to be vague and open for interpretations. And in some cases, if you notice closely enough, the positive and negative traits would actually contradict each other. And these horoscopes rarely say bad things about you. Probably the more good things you tell people the more they believe you. In any case, they have a striving business, astrologers. Not to be confused with astronomers. I don’t know how much money astronomers make. Do let me know if you find out.

Astrology is not a science.

If you notice the group dancers in opening songs of huge heroes like, say, Rajinikanth, you’ll find them dancing (which in itself is something Mr. Superstar doesn’t do) with so much more emotion and grace than Mr. Superstar himself. And that, for some reason on Earth, I find hilarious. Especially that Devuda… song from Chandramukhi, the fair dude on Mr. Superstar’s left (while facing the TV) emotes so much more than anybody else on the set xD

Other things you will find funny about TV, other than the intended funny things (not all intended to be funny things are funny, but that’s another tale) are when you mute while watching old movies especially the ones with Sivaji Ganesan. He emotes “so well” (so the elders like to put it; but I say he over emotes every single scene) that when muted he beats the living hell out of Charlie Chaplin’s dialog-less slapstick humour.

Speaking of funny and humour, I revived by passions for the hit TV series Seinfeld recently. You gotta love ‘em, man. The New York sarcastic (of which I came to know only because of this show) humour that we all love however much we try to hide it. They’re insensitive, sarcastic and in the process very funny. Jerry made me feel like I’ve accomplished something humungous in life when I first ate Cheerios. “Oh look at me, I’m eating Cheerios. Maybe I’ll grow more sarcasm, get an apartment in New York and make a funny TV show someday”. Here’s to Jerry Seinfeld, George Costanza , Cosmo Kramer and Elaine Benes for bringing some laughter into my life.

These pretzels are making me thirsty! (Refer Seinfeld Season 3 Episode 11 “The Alternate Side”)
Arthi

A Little Something

It's been a while since I last blogged. I have been a little busy with school and stuff. But after you've had about half a day of inorganic chemistry, to which I share a peculiarly high level of hatred, you begin to lose yourself to the heavenly hands of sleep. But that cannot be done because you know you have a deadline to meet. A deadline set by yourself but nevertheless a deadline. One man once said: "I love deadlines. I love the whooshing sound they make as they go by." The man is indeed Douglas Adams. Even though I would one day like to be like him, you know a successful author of an outrageously funny sci-fi series, I like to meet my deadlines. Or try to, in the least. Finally, what I'm trying to say is by posting this blog, I hope to wake myself up to finish a little more of chemistry before I call it a day.

My birthday is coming up. I'm not excited. I think I lost the Oh-my-birthday-yay-yay-yay excitement long back. I think 7th grade was the last time I was excited about my birthday. A sense of cynicism set in me after that, for some reason. It continues to exist. Although, now it is more controlled. Sarcasm is a tool I'd like to use all my life to do whatever I want to do.

School is getting over. Like for real. No more being a current student of P.S. Senior Secondary School after a few more months. I will then be part of an Alumni Association. Again, not excited.

College is round the corner. Where the living hell will I be going to for college? I wish I knew. I really do. But, strangely enough, I am not excited about that either.

A working theory for my no excitement at anything is that I've had too much inorganic chemistry in my life. I am hoping to get rid of inorganic chemistry as soon as possible. Off you go inorganic! That is also no exciting. So clearly, this working theory is wrong.

Maybe one day I'll research more about my lack of excitement. Maybe I'll get a Nobel Prize for my research. But that would be a little off because my research is rather self centered. Not that my research wouldn't deserve the Nobel Prize.

I love typographic errors. It is a good way to hide my bad spelling.
"Ha! Wring spelling again!"
"Who said? That is a typographic error."
"Oh. Sorry about the wrong accusation."
"That's not quite alright. You will soon be contacted by my lawyer about a legal issue of you causing me psychological pain."
"..."
One day I hope to do that.

I am pleased to announce that I have woken myself up enough to sustain a few more hours.
Arthi