The ThinkTank Chronicles.

This is my journey from the deeply mysterious to the outrageously silly and mundace happenings of my life. the lows and highs, the ups and downs. And maybe a Simple Harmonic Motion to an exponential curve. Mathematical, Scientific, Theistic, Philosophical, Logical,Social, every conceivable idea.

Monday, November 28, 2005

the fall of the golden bird

"India's share of world income collapsed from 22.6% in 1700, almost equal to Europe's share of 23.3% at that time, to as low as 3.8% in 1952. Indeed, at the beginning of the 20th Century, the brightest jewel in the British Crown was the poorest country in the world in terms of per capita income"
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Her.

She could laugh and she could smile; I could never tell her how wonderful that was to me, a sense of noneness, a void that contained only an eternal bliss, a bliss complete in its ignorance of any pain.

Then there were times when she cried, tears she shed; they never made any sense to me, they were very precious, too precious to be shed upon anything or anyone, and last of all on me.

She was extremely stubborn, strong-headed and strict; she could be the strict matron that would discipline when I would do something wrong, but she could be quite blind to what met her eye.

She was kind and cruel too, not the stone-hearted females, but a cute feliney type that would purr its way; for all the short-temper was just a facade to the wonderful heart she had.

She believed she was extremely strong at heart; and yet it needed a gecko far up on the wall, to provoke her to scream and shout.
She believed she was a toughie and never much cared about people, I humored her, for I knew, she would be disturbed when people (mis)judged her.

I knew what made her cringe,
I knew what made her cry,
I knew what made her laugh,
I knew what made her smile,
I knew what excited her,
I knew what made her jump in excitement,
I knew what made her an utterly hopeless romantic,
I knew what made her sad,
I knew the dust that welled the tears,
I knew what irritated her,
I knew what she loved,
I knew what she hated,
I knew her mood spells,
I knew when she would throw the temper-tantrums,
I knew when she put her foot down,
I knew how i could sweep her off her feet,
I knew how she felt when i put mine down,
I knew how she felt when i would murmur 'I love you' near her ears and how she liked it,
I grimaced when she acted like a bratten little kid,
I respected when she turned into a strict matron when I would mess things up,
I felt coveted when she would look at me proudly like I was gift and
I felt treasured when she would rest her head on my shoulders and I would close my eyes, trying to cherish as much of the moment as was humanly possible, however hard i tried I failed, and then i would return to the moment that currently was, just living it.
I loved to hear her talk, ramble incessantly, and then sometimes trying to turn me jealous by hitting on others, and when i never played it to her, how she got irritated and felt insecure.
I got irritated; when she would just not listen to me, or talk to me, see the world from my eyes.
In things, how we came the closest to understanding each other, almost to the point of being one another, but then how we will never ever come close to being a man and a woman.

And then she left...

(Dedicated to all the wonderful women out there; this is only for you)
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Thursday, November 24, 2005

Love, Sunk Costs & Popcorn.

Cost [ from Latin constare, to be fixed, cost]

How many times have you sat through a bad movie cursing, hissing under the breath, grinding your teeth, expressing your anguish over the choice of yours, but never get up from the seat only because you have already paid for it! If you belong to the majority class of people who just don’t walk away from the movie, then economics already has christened it; its called Sunk Cost Fallacy.

That’s wonderful isnt it? I mean whole of my film watching life I have been a victim to some bad ones, some really bad ones, where I paid 40/- and sat through it, further torturing myself thinking that paying for the ticket was the point of no return. However, it was plain dumb of me in retrospect, that rarely I walk out of the theatre and then again had to buy a Tiger Balm on the way home. But wham! The answer is just staring at me in the face!

But what might be the reasons for just not walking out?
In economics and in business decision-making, sunk costs are costs that have already been incurred and which cannot be recovered to any significant degree. Economists argue that, if you are rational, you will not take sunk costs into account when making decisions.

The best choice as economists seem to say is : if you don’t like the movie and anyways if there is no way you could recover your money, you could do as well is to just do is to not to go to the movie. Anyways, you arent getting your money back, why would you want to waste your time & energy too? That’s called loss-aversion.

A more real-life situation for you. Just imagine you’ve just spent your 3 years of college trying to patao a girl/boy and she/he never responded. So what do you do next? The usual emotional attachment/instinct convinces you that,
Since you’ve already invested 3 years there, why not try one more year
But what does the conventional logic say? Leave it and move on. And what does economics say? It considers the three years as a Sunk Cost, and so would ask you to favorably forget them, right? No, its not so simple; It asks you to
Take your decision based exclusively on now only; without taking into account the three lost years!
Man! Economics does make a lot of sense!
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Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Tagged!

CB tagged me. Even though i dont believe the tradition, it sometimes is fun to do this exercise and helps kill time too! :)

Here goes my five:

Five movies which I like the most
1) The ones I love to watch again and again and again: Andaz Apna Apna, Topgun, Sakhi, Braveheart, Jhankaar Beats
2) The ones I feel strongly about: Yuva, Swades, Dhoop, Mitr, Phir Milenge.
3) The brilliant ones: Memento, Braveheart, TopGun, Matrix, Matrix Revolutions.
4) The series: Matrix Series, Star Wars, Lord of the The Rings, Rocky Series
5) Beautiful ones: Notting Hill, Serendipity, October Sky

Five things I can never live without
1) Books
2) Thoughts
3) Solitude
4) Good Food
5) Good Company

Five most favourite celebrities
I dont believe in the star system; but the people whom i love to listen, see, speak
1. Kamal Hassan, Aamir Khan through the commitment to their work
3. Naseeruddin Shah, Robert De Niro through their sheer act
5. Maniratnam, RGV through their work & uncomprimising films
7. Ashutosh Gowariker, Revathy through the sincerity in their works
9. Swami Vivekananda and Jiddu Krishnamoorthy.

Five things I miss now
1. A high end pc to work on for graphics
2. A blue serene sea
3. A long break
4. The innocence
5. The fearlessness

Five things I plan to do in near future
1. Write a game
2. Resume learning guitar for the nth time
3. Resume cycling
4. Learn Sanskrit & read BhagavadGita
5. Get my license.

Last movie I borrowed to watch & still not given back
-- None --

Five books I love
1. Ramayana(s)
2. Computer Graphics by Foley Van Dam
3. The GodFather
4. Conversations with JK
5. FountainHead, Atlas Shrugged.
6. Love Story

Five people I pass this HIGH FIVES to

Its a shame if i leave this open, someone has to get slaughtered isnt it?

1. Manas
2. Ze Dude
3. Kunal
4. Jayaram
5. Vardhman
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Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Wimbledon

One word. Goofy. Lurved it through and through. Goofy Hero, I mean no one would ever believe him to be a hero [kick me in the shin, I don’t even know his name, but remember him from A Beautiful Mind], but that is what makes it great, you actually start rooting for him. Simple, never seen two people liking each other so easily and the chemistry working out instantaneously. Great Music, its just a rhythmic, goofy kinda moozic, just flows through you. And of course, the camera did the trick for me. This is prolly one movie that I will love to watch once more, who knows maybe even more than once!

It all appears just idiotic and fairytale-ish, but well it was fun as long as it was going on…
A lot of heart and lot of spirit. Just a great heady mix. Watch it.
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Monday, November 14, 2005

How will your blog die?

Everything that has a beginning has and end, don’t you think?

I mean, c’mon you definitely know, don’t you, that this has to end sometime? Sometime long after, this will definitely cease to exist. Sometime maybe. Ok maybe when you have kids to tend to, or when you are not in a high-connectivity city with all that broadband connections and stuff? Or when you learn that all the glamorous, funny, people on the net were just some bored, beer-gutted bike junkies, or just saggy skinned strippers? Or maybe you just don’t have the creative zing left in you to get people coming to your blog in hordes and laughing their asses off?

What would you do then? I mean you definitely might want to go and start watching those never ending K serials(I definitely believe Ekta Kapoor is going to still wreak havoc on the poor Indian TV watching diaspora). Or read the newspaper for that matter? You definitely know, that the life of your blog has come to an end.

In that case you might want to put up a final act on the blog. How would that be? How would the last post look like? A simple, morose, formal, senti-filled ‘It was great interacting with you all, my fellow bloggers blah... blah... blah...’ or would it be a simple ‘R.I.P’ or would you have a grand spectacular finale where you would plan for your last blog post years on end? Or would just rather leave putting the people on tenterhooks and then one fine day come back and drop the bombshell that you are never going to leave this place and put the people of their misery? Or maybe, as a reminder of a lost blogger, delete the blog itself?

What would it be? Come to think of it, how would people react to it in comments? Would people put up nice epitaphs? Or would it be a plain farewell something like ‘It was great knowing you and we will miss you’? Or will it be a grander finale where people just forget the blog and get on to the next one?
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Friday, November 11, 2005

Genesis Storm: Nother one bites the dust.

The review is now up here . This is my first contribution to GenesisStorm.
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Thursday, November 10, 2005

I hate it

I hate it
when you lie to me.
I hate it
When you don’t call me.
I hate it
when you’re callous about me.
I hate it
When you wont think of me.
I hate it
when you make me smile.
I hate it
When I make you cry.
I hate it
How stupid you are but are mostly right.
I hate it
The way you hate me.
I hate it
When you shout at me.
I hate it
When you laugh at me.
I hate it
When you crib at me.
I hate it
When you abandoned me.
But biggest of all I hate it
that I cannot get myself to hate you.

(heavily inspired from the poem in the movie ’10 things I hate about you’)
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Wednesday, November 02, 2005

'nother one bites the dust

Thoughts

This is my latest attempt at some serious brain-storming. Check out our attempts at co-authoring a blog. 'We', right now constitutes Ze dude, Suman and yours truly.

The first post by Ze Dude is already in place.http://genesisstorm.blogspot.com/2005/10/globalization-wolf-in-sheeps.html
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