In Uncategorized on November 30, 2010 by Sukrit

Outsider. That is perhaps the only book on my mind right now.There are moments when one is absorbed, overtaken and yet at bay with life . What does one mean by all these ups and downs, constant struggles and never ending bullshit. At moments one cant help succubing to the absurd. Right now is such a moment for me. It took a pack of smokes and some liqour but I am there all right.

Sitting in a room, empty but surrounded by my thoughts. What am i thinking ? To be true i dont know myself. Am i intelligent, do i have a brain or is my whole life a desperate marketing stunt, with a hope that at the end of the tunnel there is some light that would somehow render all this real. I dont think i have been influenced ever by anymore than Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Leaving the drugs aside; beatdom was more much more than just people getting high on LSD, it represnted the never ending human struggle, a struggle to find a place in this bizzarre universe. I no i am not making sense, not incoherent but not far from it too.  One should make too much sense, one must fail in courses. A man who has never seen lows and always happy is the unhappiest man on this earth. I have such a friend.

Dylan is a genius. So was Albert Einstein. I am not.

Thats it.there is truth. Whole life we go on emulating people “influeced” by them all the while pretending that u are like them too. dont think so. it aint right.

The Answer is Blowin in the Wind.

If Camus were to wake up right now and tell me that Sisphyus pulling stones up an incline holds some meaning for him then i would slap him in the face. The bastard who is he kidding. As i said beatdom aint really a bad thing.

What do u think this blog is ? A pathetic effort by a couple of wannabees , out to con a world full of idiots into delude them into thinking of themselves as some break through geniuses. Sanskar calls me a hypocrite. Perhaps I am . Perhaps this post too has some degree of hypocricity in it. (is that how you spell it ? wtvr doesnt matter much). One must sometimes come across the truth , the hard truth no less just to break away from the maze. Stephen Deadulus comes too mind. Often I have criticized him as a hypocrite. I dont anymore. I relate to him now. I understand him completely, his efforts to break way this mould, to create for himself an identity. I know him. I am him.

Forget genius. There is more to life than that. There is something called courage. Albert Einstein was a genius, so was Newton. They were also the most courageous people on the planet. Stephen Hawking is a mdeical miracle. No he aint. He is a human miracle, defying death everyday. Something must be worth living, something must have some purpose. Purpose is a funny thing. Dostoevsky wanted to die, Gogol almost destroyed Dead Souls. There is a reason Russians make the best writers in the world, they write with their soul. Reading The Brothers Karamazov is like looking into a soul, no , a naked soul. Hmm. thats it. yes . finally i do have answered whats so great about Russian Books.

All my life has just been a journey of emulation, a stand to achieve success in the face of the world. Moving from one form of studapa to another, its all nonsense. irrelevant. The one thing i hate about iit is that it makes a person forget himself, his natural inclinations and align his volitions and streamline them with the acceptance by the stud janta of iit. Almost everyone in iit thinks that the other bunch of people are chutiye. well wtvr. once again I am blaiming iit for what are not its faults. It is the easier way out.

Ignorance is bliss. I thought people undertook intoxication to forget the toubles and vicissitudes of this world. Its the other way round for me. My mind is clear now. I see my nothing more than a bunch of insencere disconnected episodes. Insencere . yes thats whats my life has been. I know that most of you have long stopped reading my incoherent mutterings. but for once i am not writing to be read. For once I am writing bcoz i want to. Its funny. in my intro to this blog i said that i this blog is an attempt to reach out to more similarly minded people. hahahahah. its too funny. choking with laughter.

Cant get the image of Johhny Depp typing away truths at his typewriter. its haunting and alluring at the same time. Sanskar is right. This  movie has stirred something deep in my soul.

perhaps some people respect me a lot. The problem is i dont. Physics gaya maan chudaane.







The Book Thief

In Books on November 27, 2010 by Vikas Tagged: , , , , ,

After a very long time I am doing a review of a book.

First thing first, this book is narrated by death, but it does not play a major part. Death just provides an omniscient point of view to the story. The first time through, as usual I rushed through it. It is roughly 550 pages and I intend to read it again but this time a little more seriously.

Death has a personality. If something bad is about to happen, Death warns you ahead of time. My favorite part is when “he” stomps on a framed picture of Hitler on his way to retrieve a thousand souls from a bomb raid. Death is trying to understand the human race as much as the humans are. When “his” job becomes unbearable, he watches the color of the sky as he gathers the souls and carries them away. The descriptions of the sky are like nothing I’ve ever read.

And one awesome excerpt from it

There was once a strange, small man. He decided three important details about his life:
1. He would part his hair from the opposite side to everyone else.
2. He would make himself a small, strange mustache.
3. He would one day rule the world.
…Yes, the Fuhrer decided that he would rule the world with words.

I do agree to the fact that this is a strong story. It is a fast paced story, but on reading I realized this that it was a good ploy to tell the story through death. Death auspicates constantly, so we know a bit about which of the characters will die. Surprisingly this did not reduce the shock value, rather it heightened the anticipation. I for now thin this is exactly how people would feel during war. They know they will lose some of their loved ones. It is excruciatingly painful to wait and see how it turns out.

All the stories on holocaust are told from the point of view of the oppressed. This is the flip side of the coin. This is a take on the story that focused on the question that were all Germans alike, were even the little girls also members of the hate faction.

It is the story of an orphaned German girl living in Hitler’s birthplace. (SPOILER—>) When Liesel’s adopted father is shipped off to war, however, Liesel creeps through the house to see Rosa sleeping with her husband’s accordian strapped around her waist. Rosa’s changes prove one of the greatest reasons to read good literature– to get insight into the type of people we don’t usually give a second chance.

I would love a sequel, to see how Liesel got from Germany to Australia, and to confirm the guess that she married Max. Come on, Mr. Zusak! What are you waiting for?

If you want a fast read, this book is not for you. If you only like happy endings this book is not for you. If you don’t like experimental fiction, this book is not for you.

If you love to read and if you love to care about the characters you read this book is for you.



How does this theme look ?Please do tell.

@sanskar and others: what about goa ? we didn’t talk about it.


Not in a mental state to think of a title

In Uncategorized on November 21, 2010 by Vikas

A post during exam time. Good(for me)

Some would say that “saale *#&^ maggu ne sab mag rakha hai isliye maze se timepass kar raha hai.” I know there would be many who would think so and a tiny(I am stressing here) fraction who would differ slightly.

So let me try to explain…let it be what do I care.

Now moving on to the content of this post. I am really getting bored ever since the exams started. SO to do something I started watching Rome, a old miniseries that used to come on HBO. But to my surprise it turned out to be not that bad(though I am not saying it is very good). It will do for me since I am at a point now anything will work for me. My exams are in a clusters, two of them happened very quickly near the start , and the remaining will happen near the end. So it presented me with a dilemma of many sorts by giving me two free days in between exams. This dilemma was solved by me reading the book thief, though I have not completed it I am very sorry I started it. I really should not read a book in midst major in which the narrator is death itself. An awesome book by the way from what part I have read.

Another thing I managed to do was give titles and artist attributes to the whole 500 top rock collection. (You can see how much time I had).

Just to cheer you all up and bring you all out of boredom and bringing an abrupt end to this post I go on to my other interest.




In Uncategorized on November 13, 2010 by Vikas Tagged: , , , , , ,

This post will be concentrating on the beat generation. This post is a result of sum of events which happened over the past 2 days, my staying in hostel and again seeing the awesome part of fear and loathing in Vegas, me starting to search more about Kerouac, and other things which you may or may not know.

First thing is that I found an awesome site which goes by the name of The site has all kinds of things, ranging from essays, stories, poems and issues along with very good reviews of the books from the beat generation. Over it, the site also has special sections for Kerouac, Ginsberg and Burroughs. More authors such as Bukowski, Hunter S Thompson are also there. Do go visit this site to see what an awesome site this is.

Another thing is that Hunter S Thompson of whom I have become a great fan of, wrote a letter in which he mentioned his list of top ten albums of 1960’s. The list says

1)     Herbie Mann’s 1969 Memphis Underground

2)     Bob Dylan’s 1965 Bringing It All Back Home (especially noted as “Mr. Tambourine Man” in his letter)

3)     Dylan’s 1965 Highway 61 Revisited

4)     The Grateful Dead’s 1970 Workingman’s Dead

5)     The Rolling Stones’ 1969 Let it Bleed

6)     Buffalo Springfield’s 1967 Buffalo Springfield

7)     Jefferson Airplane’s 1967 Surrealistic Pillow

8)     Roland Kirk’s “various albums”

9)     Miles Davis’s 1959 Sketches of Spain

10)  Sandy Bull’s 1965 Inventions

Another thing I wanted to mention in this post is that on Nov 9, was Carl Sagan day on his birth date and over it on the eleventh of this month was Vonnegut’s birthday.(Just wanted to mention it)



I think the photo explains the reason behind this post.

@Sanskar : whatever we haven’t listened in this we should try to get hold of them.

@Sukrit : Hunter S Thompson once said, “I’ve been arguing for years now that music is the New Literature, that Dylan is the 1960s’ answer to Hemingway.”

How does this theme look like.


Go Ask Alice

In Books, Music, Physics Stuff on November 10, 2010 by Sukrit Tagged: , ,

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First the lyrics of White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane

One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don’t do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she’s ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you’re going to fall
Tell ’em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small

When men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you’ve just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving slow
Go ask Alice
I think she’ll know

When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen’s “off with her head!”
Remember what the dormouse said;


Now ofcourse to the Physics.

LHC has gone from colliding teeny-tiny photons to heavy led ions in just 4 days. The development marks the beggining of the ALICE experiment, which has been designed specifically for heavy-ion collisions and is seeking to recreate the conditions that existed just 10–11 s after the Big Bang.  At this time, the energy in the universe was so concentrated that protons and neutrons could not hold together – instead, space began to be filled with a dense soup of subatomic particles known as quark–gluon plasma. This thick dense atomic soup gaurds the mystrey of the strong force. Go Ask Alice.

Quarks are the constituent of the most stable of the sub-atomic forms the hadrons (protons and neutrons, LHC- Large Hadron collider !, get i now). Quarks come in distinct shape and sizes and physicists characteristically have give the names suiting their personalities – top, bottom, up, down, strange and charm. This is what makes theoretical physics so beautiful. Anyways lets go back to ALICE.

ALICE (A Large Ion Collider Experiment) has as its main goal to characterize the quark gluon plasma resulting from the Pb-Pb collission. The force holding the quarks and gluons together is the Strong Force, the force responsible for providing upto 98% mass of the atoms and yet very poorly understood. ALICE will study the particles resulting from the collissions in a hope to better understand this force. To do this, the detector was specifically designed to track large numbers of particles. It can detect up to 15,000 particles per event, which may be produced from the collisions between lead nuclei occurring in the centre of the detector.

CERN has created Mini Big-bangs (to be taken literally). The energy levels have reached 2.76 Tev with the resulting temperature more or less around ten trillion degrees !! Needless to say this has broken all past records. Check out the really cool pics released by NASA.

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Moor’s Last Sigh

In Uncategorized on November 8, 2010 by Vikas

Now seemed like a good time to write a post, this being the time when I see the sweet time lingering ahead after the end of this semester but before it lies the time of majors. What is a major issue with me is that this time around the majors are going to be a week long, while the ones I like are the quick 4 day affairs. I would go ahead and waste your time to specially tell that everybody likes the bandages to be ripped in a go not in an excruciatingly slow way.(go on , you can say I am weird for wishing so).

So getting away from my amazing timing to write a post, I will like to talk about some absolutely random things.(All of these relate to my interest most of you have at least one thing in common and for some of you who are my friend there maybe more than one thing. So moving on

First music, I recently heard an album Early Morning from a totally obscure band called Mushroom. Plus one song which has really hit me is “Walk on the wild side” by Lou Reed. And the photo should also explain something about my music interest these days.

Secondly movies. Recently I saw the social network and it is a very good movie. All this while I have become an admirer of Wes Anderson and Noah Baumbach and can’t wait to see any movie they makes in future wither individually or together. If anyone has any of their movies or want any movie which I may have please contact me.Plus I am waiting for some awesome movies to release which include Due Date, True Grit and Harry Potter movie.

And the last comes books(there are many more to but none will be discussed publicly)I have over the last few weeks ever since I have stopped writing have read extensively going form Outsider by Albert Camus, books by Garcia Marquez, Ayn Rand, Orhan Pamuk and some others which I currently am unable to remember.



Sorry for a really boring post but what can I say sometimes it just feels good to tell someone what you are doing these days even if it is a computer.

And happy Diwali to anyone whom I did not say to(though wondering now I did not say it to a whole lot of people)

Read if you want to this article about Obama’s visit to India published on the Tehelka website.

@sanskar: Isn’t this a great photo of Grace Slick. I was telling you about it if you remember.

@sukrit: thanks for helping out with the title by the way.


Slaughterhouse-Five or The Children’s Crusade

In authors and stuff, Books on October 27, 2010 by Sukrit Tagged: , ,

All this happened more or less.

Billy Pilgrim became unstuck in time. Billy Pilgrim is ,was and always will be a friend of Kilgore Trout, kidnapped by Aliens and a prisoner of war who witnessed the fire bombing of Dresden . Billy Pilgrim survived to tell the tale. This is a novel somewhat in the telegraphic schizophrenic manner of the tales of the Planet Tralfamadore, where the flying saucers come from. Peace.

A review must address the question: What is Slaughterhouse-Five ? Slaughterhouse-Five is not an anti-war book. Vonnegut expounds his position in chapter one, “that writing an anti-war book is like writing an anti-glacier book,” both being futile endeavors, since both phenomena are unstoppable. Slaughterhouse-five is not just science fiction, the author keeps the protagonist rooted in existential reality. It is certainly not funny, how can a massacre be funny? It is a funny book at which you are not permitted to laugh, a sad book without tears. The best way out would be to go and read the book ofcourse. Then why the review?

Why ?

“That is a very earthling question to ask Mr. Pilgrim. Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because this moment simply is. Have you ever seen bugs trapped in amber?”

“Yes”. Billy, in fact had a paperweight in his office which was a blob of polished amber with three lady bugs embedded in it.

“Well here, we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why. “

Vonnegut explores the themes of fatalism and irrationality in his somewhat meta-fictional and post-modern (whatever that means) account. The encounter with the aliens leave Billy Pilgrim more accustomed to “non free will”.

On an average 191,000 new babies are born each day in the world. The population Reference Bureau predicts the worlds’ population will double to 7,000,000,000 before the year 2000.

“I suppose they will all want dignity,” I said.

“I suppose,” said O’Hare.

Most of humanity is insignificant. They do what they do, because they must. That is the way the moment is structured. To the tralfamaldorians everything exists simultaneously. They suffer from wars and tragedies and mishaps just like the earthlings, but choose to concentrate on the happy moments. Human action is irrational. Wars have been and always will be there. There’s one thing thing the earthlings might learn to do , if they tried hard enough. Ignore the awful times and concentrate on the good ones.

My favorite character in the book, by far is the author Kilgore Trout. The alter ego of Vonnegut, Trout writes about the craziness of humanity in his own highly fictionalized style. I have this notion that all great works of Science fiction are the ones most deeply rooted in reality (Asimov etc). Pure fiction would be too boring. According to Trout, the Gospels Teach us ­– Before You kill somebody make absolutely sure he isn’t well connected.

The flaw in Christ’s stories said the visitor from outer space, was that Christ, who didn’t look like much, was actually the sun of the most powerful being in the Universe. Readers understood that, so when they came to the crucifixion, they naturally thought, and Rosewater read out again:

Oh boy- they sure picked the wrong to lynch that time!

And that thought had a brother: “There are right people to lynch.” Who ? People not well connected. So it goes.

[From the Gospel From Outer Space by Kilgore Trout]

The destruction and oppressiveness of the war dominates the book. The inhuman sufferings and the widespread destruction, the ubiquitous poverty and deprivation torment the soul of Billy Pilgrim. Amongst all this brutality and suffering, the death of Edgar Derby underlines the bizzareness in our actions. Time is taken to punish one man. Yet, the time is taken, and Vonnegut takes the outside opinion of the bird asking, “Poo-tee-weet?” The same birdsong ends the novel God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater, as the protagonist gives away his fortune to the plaintiffs of hundreds of false paternity suits brought against him.

Billy Pilgrim is depressed and suffers, suffers for his own unchangeable fate, the obscenity pervading the fabric of society, Human desire too rot out all evil in the world by using nuclear bombs. Billy pilgrim never cried during the war. However when he saw the state of the horses transporting the American prisoners of war, he burst into tears. Later on in life, Billy cried very little, though he often saw things worth crying about, and in that respect atleast he resembled the Christ of the Carol :

The cattle are lowing,

The Baby Awakes.

But the little lord Jesus

No crying he makes

In all his moments of torments Billy Pilgrim always found solace in one thing :

God grant me

The serenity to accept

The things I cannot change


To change the things I can

And wisdom always

To tell the


I don’t believe in God. So it goes.


PS:  If you happen to visit Cody, Wyoming , don’t forget to ask for Wid Bob.

Rosewater said an interesting thing to Billy one time about a book that wasn’t science fiction. He said that everything there was to know about life was in the The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevsky.

“But that isn’t enough anymore”, said Rosewater.

Credits: The italicized stuff is the genius of Vonnegut. The other rudimentary misunderstandings are all mine.

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