Baboon Logic

Today, we went to visit the construction site, which is in a very beautiful but weird place.

I don’t really like the tropical green in general, and indeed I was thinking how ugly all the bushes next to the road side looked, when suddenly a miniature version of the Great Wall of China came interrupting the wild growth. It turned out that the institute is going to be inside the infamous reserve famous for its wild, renegade and usually angry horde of stampeding elephants who frequent the nearby villages and have unwittingly claimed human lives before (hence the walls to stop them). This means even though I might one day fall in love with The Pretty Girl and might want to walk under the moonlight in misty nights with my arm on her waist (with a passionate kiss or two in the offing), an elephant’s bone might prove to be too big a haddi in the Kebab to be overcome.

When we arrived, I was surprised when I noticed that I could hear the birds chirp and flutter.

The Director showed us the construction plans, and The Pretty Girl (she has got dimples) asked him if the academic block was modelled after the first letter of his name (the chic of it!). With a polite laugh, he then went on to explain, “No. You see, these are two spirals, and this end of this spiral here …”

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I hate first dates.

And for that matter, I hate second dates and third dates too.

I hate dates. I hate ordering the first item in the menu all the time. In fact, I hate ordering anything at all. Actually, the thing I really hate is talking to the waiter, which is further complicated because I have to catch his attention first.

I hate computers. I hate flowers. I hate ccds. I hate typos. I hate recipes for deserts. particularly anything with honey. I hate himesh reshmiya. I hate himesh reshmiya being played in ccds (and he was played every time I went out, so you can imagine how much I hate him now). I hate loka. I hate ray. I hate traffic inspectors.

yeah, well, I liked my shirt. And I like girls.

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More than an year ago, I was browsing Rainbow’s (given what follows, the reader’ll understand my attempts at concealing his name :)) scrapbook, where someone had dropped in a line saying that she found his previous scrap absolutely over the top. I visited her scrapbook, dug out the culprit, and decided to help out the poor girl.

To be honest, I didn’t see that I was doing something wrong. I was not even trying to be clever, because I was so beyond trying to impress girls at that point of time, because Agnid was my roommate at that time ;), and I remember I didn’t even care enough to check out the photo album of that girl (in case she had none, I didn’t bother to check if she had one :)). I just like being obnoxious around Rainbow and I was a little insane at that time anyway. We have a long history of being obnoxious around each other. He is my oldest friend, by the way.

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For the first time in years, I don’t miss Anshul all that much! And anyone who has seen me writing in all this time will realise that for the first time I am also writing in a somewhat personal way. I don’t have to hide behind the alternate details I usually make up for my life, I don’t have to entertain anyone! For the first time, I don’t mind being myself, unafraid of the banalities and unafraid of the judgements. Anshul will spot this, I think.

Ah, but then I might be deluding myself. :)

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The clock in my room had stopped ticking sometime back. Two weeks after everyone stopped bothering me to change the batteries, I bought one and brought the clock down to replace the old one.

It was a sad affair. I hadn’t realised how much the water-soaked wall behind it had eaten it up. It has fungi all over its back. The old battery had junk on it spreading around it. Even the expensive piece of wreck around it had decayed. It would stop ticking forever one of these days.

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In the meanwhile, the motherboard of Irene got all burnt up and I had to buy a new one along with some more ram! Ubuntu just cruised through the new motherboard, and I didn’t have a single hitch. It even offered to download and install drivers from ATI!

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In recent years, particularly after the third Nobel prize, a lot of people have asked me about my first brush with Physics, and why I chose Physics over Priesthood. The following short note is an humble attempt at answering those curiosities.

If I said that I was one of those precocious child prodigies that people read about in dailies, then I would be understating the case.

By the age of six, I already knew the difference between a Monet and a Manet, and by the age of 10, I was translating Shakespeare into English in my spare time. In class four, when we were first introduced to Euclidean geometry, I gave four different (and new) proofs of the Pythagorean theorem within the first two months, and then proceeded to work out the theorems of “Elements” in the exact order in which they appear in the book. True, I never proved the Riemann Hypothesis and then lost the proof by reinventing paper-napkins as they tell in the anecdotes, but I came pretty close. The actual accounts can be found in the version of Einstein’s paper on General Relativity containing my margin notes, which will be published five years after my death. Advance bookings are already available in Amazon.

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The day before yesterday we went out for a dinner in the evening.

I was depressed. The night before, I had watched this funky little movie called My Sassy Girl, which, too exaggerated to be interpreted even literally (it’s a bad old habit of mine, interpreting movies metaphorically, which once led me to state, to the great disapproval of my friends, that Gangster, King Kong and Silence of the Lambs shared the same thematic attraction dressed up differently), made me contemplative about my life nonetheless, and any time I think about my life, I get depressed.

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