Friday, December 25, 2009

This post owes its existence to facebook.I had resolutely decided that on the 26 dec 2009,i will login into that "no adjectives can sum it up" site,no more than once.I did not set any time for logging out as i did not want to be too hard on myself.Moreover this was purely an experimental action without any aim.It did not have the remotest of relation to "NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS",which i consider to be an unnecessary exercise of futility and vanity.Unfortunately i had devoured my stipulated quota at 12.01am and at about 12.20 in the midst of a highly entertaining chat,the light went off destroying my scheme to exploit the only lacuna of my experiment as elucidated in line2 of the post.luciferous, i tell you.

This is why in the morning,after finishing with the newspaper i felt extremely vacuous and to stave of the devilish fatuities of an empty mind,i am posting.So much for the environment that resulted in this miracle,now the issue.
Of late i have been thinking.Before your "spasmodic sarcastic stunningly stupid smile" at this obviously intended self deprecating humour let me add that i was thinking about the "7 deadly sins",an issue barely dwelt upon by the minds of the average mortals.Although (unfortunately)inspired by a facebook quiz,the nobility of this introspection must not be clouded by its very "un" bourgeois source. And yet again,although i wrote the last statement as a commentary to the reader,the thought that facebook was a low pedestal for the highly intellectual me, was my very first thought,undoubtedly a product of my own pride.I seriously feel angry at myself for my convoluted thoughts.But i will have to end this post on an inconclusive note without going into the details of what i actually thought about those sins, else it will become too long.Undoubtedly this is an excuse garbed for my "slothiness" and the impeding lunch time where with 5 days to vacations getting over,i know i will eat like a glutton.Another reason why i wish to end this post midway is because i need a topic to write in future.GOD,how i envy those guys who just need their pens to produce epics and with the advent of laptops not even that.
On this inconclusive incoherent note i end,looking forward to what promises to be a tortuous day.What the frikin' hell was it that i wrote on fb to which "Really? No No No.. I don't agree!It's all farce.. I tell you!"was the response(as my gmail faithfully tells me)?????????

Sunday, December 13, 2009

I have just finished reading 2 states.Now i have Vanity Fair in my hands. And i find both books to be incomparable in their own right, employing different means to the same effect of making you smile.Earlier i used to think of Chetan Bhagat as nothing more than a lucky brat whose only talent was in making crass overblown plots ,enticing people with something that was just within the boundaries of reality but still quite far from it.I remember there was a lot of discussion regarding whether he had any talent or did he just capitalise upon the "iit youth factor" stimulating popular imagination with heretic lies,which the common masses would love to believe.Undoubtedly,many novellas would have scaled far worse a cheapness limit for the sake popularity and to make up a sniggering read.However they contained themselves to existing elements that constitute "Cheapness", unlike our enterprising iitian who found out many new tools to enter uncharted domains of tawdriness.But at the end of the day,we the readers "get what we deserve" argument quelled my highfalutin conscientiousness attitude.I had to confess that i couldn't put down "5 point someone(based on a true story) what not to do at an iit" written by an 8.5 someone whose most indiscretionary act in his campus life was stealing snide side glances at his warden"s daughter a mile afar.Implicating myself among the "low intellect,low brow" Indian crowd who could only produce,criticise,make fun,desist others and still watch K serials and Bollywood bonanzas,i felt bad.I considered this implication an incrimination.But then,if i can belt out lines like the previous one and steal from my neighbour's wifi,i realized pretty soon that it would best if i throw my shame to the winds and go hakuna matata.

With time i grew up.Mr bhagat came out with more novellas.He got his next two books to stand in this white collar world without any qualification from iit's or iim's.And then his next kiddo 2 States had an iim degree and an engrossing plot to carry his legacy forward.
I wont commence on its book review here.But sometimes, dregs of my leftover attitude did poke and rekindle the old "cheapness debate" flames whereupon i tried to euphemistically categorise all such works under "strength of the plot" category( in comparison to "strength of writing style").
But right now,i am in the hands of the masterpiece called Vanity Fair((the novel(without a hero)) which promises to clear the skeletons in my cupboard.How this will happen will involve my commenting upon this great work,a task to which i consider myself totally unequal.I seriously have no "aukaad" to use this work in anyway apart from quoting from it.And of course recommending it to fellows with confusions similar to mine.God bless satire.

"Those who think the entire world is foul to them are the ones who truly deserve it the most."