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Another brick in the Wall
The Berlin wall stood for 28 years and ensured that the cracks between East and West Germany increased. It was arrogance.
intimidated him. The wall never cracked since 1996 when at Lords’. His last press conference was unobtrusive and full of poise. Jammy retired from cricket; not from the hearts of a cricket fan. And as any rationalised fan can argue, in brief, Rahul Dravid is Rahul Dravid. Respect. - Gopalakrishnan
“Hope is a good thing; probably the best of things. And no good thing ever dies”- Tim Robbins from the Shawshank Redemption. Today, it seems as though the quote from the epic Franc Darabont film was tailor made for a man who hit a classy 95 at Lords’ in 1996. This was elegance.
The Mayans were right.
Year 2009. Despite few faux passes, we knew while watching a certain film, that at the end of that particular year, we would ridicule the talk of the end of the world, the Doomsday theory and everything under the sun associated with it. Together with us, a certain X The poise and the class that the man would’ve laughed too (considering brought to the crease was like striding on a hypothetically that X knew English). sunny afternoon and watching a Hitchcock Cometh 2012: As every day goes by, movie. It was Puritanism bested, reworked Mayan Calendar’s prediction is and selflessly displayed, time and again. increasing its pace towards the oblivion Today, as the sun sets on the Wall, the man puts it thus, “I don’t want to keep the to go down as a practical joke. Here’s youngsters waiting.” His stint was the reality check. X is Mayawati. subtleness and subtlety in its finest Mayans predicted the end of Mayan era concoction. ( read Mayawati’s regime). As the veil on her statues comes down, she’ll put a The Mani maamas and Ambi maamas from veil on her face and curse the Mayans. the good old Tambrahm families, who were After all, 2 days before tired of Match-fixing the poll results, she and Manoj Prabhakar’s USELESS FACTS: poor cricket, sat down had said, “I hold the The Times commissioned and appreciated him. master key to power”. the serif typeface Times New Roman, Such was his mastery in created by Victor Lardent at the English It seems she was a Maidan. Micheal branch of Monotype, in 1931. It was talking about TN’s Vaughan (Mayil commissioned after Stanley power.
Vaaganan) complained of Jellybeans and Vaseline. Shoib Akhtar (Siva Bhaktar)
Morison had written an article criticizing The Times for being badly printed and typographically antiquated.
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coun·sel Verb /ˈkounsəl/ Counselled past participle. Counselling present participle. 1. Give professional psychological help and advice to (someone) 2. Recommend (a course of action
And the paradox: Anna University Counselling. I remember telling my friend once, “I’m not going to attend Anna Counselling. It’s for the idiots”. Ultimately, I was no exception; I was an idiot as well. Ask anyone in Tamilnadu who awaits the D-day about counselling. They barely know the procedure. In times like these, one educational institution or the other organises a special counselling session ‘How to prepare for the counselling’. Talk of irony, this certainly is one. I remember my dad asking, “Dei, Hindu newspaper la counselling pathi potrukaaname! Padichaya?” (Did you read the article in The Hinduregarding counselling?). I answered in the negative. Is counselling a misnomer? Well, don’t ask such questions. The concept of counselling is better to be accepted as a dogma. Wasn’t that how we studied all the subjects? “Don’t keep thinking. Just write as given in the book!”That was another dogma.
DAY!’ message (a la Match-fixing technique). An IPL commentator would term this a Pressure cooker situation. To watch the seats in your course of choice take a plunge, watch helplessly is the worst possible thing that can happen. Your consolation: You can do the same to others when your turn comes in front of the computer terminals that decide your fate. I came out of the C-session with an allotment order for the last of seats in a course I wanted. My month-long permutations and combinations did bear fruit. For some, it was a disaster. I remember watching a parent cry since her ward didn’t get their desired course. Shit happens. But one can’t allow it to touch meteoric levels such as the C. I once again remember that counselling meant providing professional, psychological advice and assistance. And then I remember to accept this specific C as an educational dogma put forth on unaware students like us. The ones on a roll in Anna University are the umpteen monkeys roaming around without certificates and a cut-off to boast. We, the same pottikadai bajjis, are neatly packed and sent to different colleges to be feasted. And the C-word ends. You feel better? “Definitely, maybe”.
When Chennai welcomed me like a fresh, justfrom-the-pan pottikadai bajji, I still didn’t know how the ‘C’ was going to be. Strategists argue that the best thing to do before a meeting is PPCC (Plan Practically, Carefully and Creatively). I wish to differ on this count. The best way to spend the eve of ‘C’ is to sleep, sleep like you never did. When you wake up, it is still the eve of the ‘C’ and there is calls abuzz about one guy or a girl getting their desired course of study. You see the clock. It tells you that there are 15 more hours until you are lead into AC halls and made to sit in front of a monitor that decides your fate. What? A monitor is all that’s needed to make or break your dreams? And then you remember, certain things are better when left unexamined. I woke up early on the D-day when my phone alarm beeped with a ‘IT’S YOUR
Dead End. Please take diversion.
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That Day, That Year.
History & Civics exam was the one remaining unfinished. The concentration was haywire. Dad had booked tickets for the customary tour. As a kid, trips were always fun. H&C exam was duly decimated. The monkey was off the shoulders before the holidays. I was to Bangalore, on a train. It was aSaturday. Dad explained, “No tickets to Chennai. We’ll visit our relatives and take the train to Chennai tomorrow!” All that a kid needed was being to new places and so, I made sure dad wasn’t queried further. The train took the necessary turn past Jolarpettai and reached Bangalore. A cow was run over by a speeding train on a Railway crossing. Mom was quick to close my eyes with her hands. Any scene that was gory received a straight ‘A’ certification from mom and bannedfrom view. On reaching my uncle’s house, before dad could explain, I said, “We were supposed to go to Chennai. We didn’t get the tickets and so we are here!” I told, leaving my dad searching for words. “Why are you eternally lazy? Get up! Grow up!” mom taunted. The Chennai train was to be at 6 30 am. The roads to the Railway station, on a wintery morning in Bangalore were always busy. I picked up a copy of ‘The Hindu’ and got into the train. ‘Aussies looking forward to winning their 300th test match’, said the paper. On the way to Chennai, “Dad, the first thing we are doing when we reach Chennai is visit the beach”, I said. Srilanka and Newzealand were playing an ODI. By the time the train reached Chennai, NewZealand team had thrashed SriLanka by 7 wickets. While waiting for a train to West Mambalam, a bystander at the Park Station remarked, “Chennai la niraya yedam kadal kulla poiduchanga!” (A lot of places in Chennai have sunk under the Sea). Dad dismissed him as another
deranged fellow, probably drunk. I was angry with dad; he wasn’t taking me to the beach, as promised – for a kid from a landlocked city, visiting a beach was always an awesome idea. My cousin welcomed me home. We switched on the TV. Headlines were run. And I watched in complete shock. The land was, under the sea. What the man told, and ignored without a moment’s thought, was true. And the world was filled with sorrow. I would’ve been on the beach when it was swallowed but for the tickets to Chennai that I couldn’t get. Kamal Haasan, in his epic Anbe Sivam¸ had talked about Tsunamis. Now people took notice. It was a cold Sunday. It was December 26th, 2004. I was alive. Not many were. Results: History & Civics: 47/100. Australia won their 300th test. SriLanka cancelled their tour of NewZealand to head back home.
And I was a lucky man.
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Airbrushing. Indian Style.
Sneaking into the Buckingham Palace.
Can you imagine breaking into the Buckingham Palace, a place which is guarded as though some FBI agency was operating there? And twice? You must be kidding. Such is the world. It’s a fact. Micheal Fagan is a well-known intruder into the Buckingham Palace. To be precise, he did it twice. The best part of the story is that he didn’t get arrested during both the attempts. Back then, in 1982, when he committed these acts, this wasn’t a crime. He spent 6 months in a mental hospital and was a free man.
The Warrior’s Glory. –Sriram.D.Iyer
With Raging horses we come, A fight till the finish it has become, White Tiger swords we wield, Battling for the priceless shield. Perseverance and Resilience talk my tale, A thrust of Turbulence always at my tail, My Men have only one thought, In future, Our glory will be taught. The sound of our march symbolises strength, Bravery and Courage of unlimited extent, The enemy trembles at our very sight, The battle is half won even before we fight. We negotiate, We don't want to kill, Don't want our enemies to return as bodies to their families waiting by the window sill, Our valiant fight and the Enemy's fright pushed us to Victory, Our names will be forever etched in History!!
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Insomnia? Think again.
Many people think they need a doctor immediately before they actually get diagnosed with insomnia. This is simply false. You do not need a doctor to treat insomnia, especially if you have a mild case. Although some cases of insomnia can justify treating by a medical professional, not all cases do – so do not rush to the doctor just because your concern about the possibility of insomnia.
“The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4am knows all my secrets.” – Poppy. Z.Brite
aromatherapy, herbal therapy, massage therapy, relaxation therapy, and more. With all these choices, you should be able to see why you probably will not need a doctor insomnia. The type of treatment you need (through the tip or complete insomnia cure) depends on your unique case of insomnia. If you find that you rarely sleep at night, you may want to try many natural remedies for insomnia instead of one. If you’re sleeping well, but there is room for improvement, I could only use a few tips to sleep a few instead of diving head first in natural remedies. When you reach the end, is really a matter of personal preference and the speed and / or establishment you want to treat your sleep disorder. However, no matter what your choice, you must be fully aware that a doctor insomnia, while useful, is not always necessary for the treatment of insomnia quickly. I hope this article helps you if you can’t fall asleep or need to fall asleep fast. Get a life, get some sleep. -Srinivasa Raghavan
Beware of some doctors as they are quick to prescribe costly sleeping pills. After all, is not in your best interest to tell you about numerous natural cures for insomnia that can be used instead of sleeping pills side of drugs. This would put a hole in your pocket. What kind of natural cures for insomnia are there? Well, simply put, a lot! There are basic tips – such as maintaining a good sleep schedule, sleeping in a dark room well ventilated, avoiding alcohol and snuff, sleep on a firm bed, eat a snack that has large amounts of L-tryptophan, consumption of hot milk, etc – and then there are real resources from insomnia,
American pitcher Gaylord Perry’s manager once joked, “ "They'll put a man on the moon before he hits a home run!”, during the 1963 season. Just hours after Armstrong landed on the moon, on July 20,1969, Perry hit his first and last home run.
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Crossword Puzzle 13*13
Across 1 Star models posing for great painters (3,7) 7 Last bit of Devon, or people in another county (7) 8 A job to do - to ask if nothing's missing (4) 10 Get out of bed for a pay increase (4) 11 Marginal changes may be frightening (8) 13 University teacher's crucial creature (6) 15 Spitefulness revealed by male in front of girl (6) 17 Drink ruined a nice hat (5,3) 18 Los Angeles graduate becomes a monk in Tibet (4) 21 Implement that's excessively large? (4) 22 Do we hear a song writer for children? (7) 23 Poor lad meaning to become a star (7,3)
Epic fail is Epic.
Down 1 Some progressive but frightening people (5) 2 Doctor with little work in the fall (4) 3 Compound such as chalk a litmus test reveals (6) 4 Breaking out in test or lesson (8) 5 Son is playing in Rhode Island for composer (7) 6 Bring in a sort of reduction (9) 9 Willing? That's nice! (9) 12 Thorough description of Three Blind Mice? (8) 14 No one takes part - it's disgusting (7) 16 Clergyman from inside a convent (6) 19 A celebration with the navy on deck (5) 20 Duke's Head drink container (4)
Waiting for the light? Turn to see the end of the tunnel.
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Dads these days.
aerial weaponised footwear but when you stop to consider that when a member of a politically active purportedly apolitical organisation that supports anti-corruption by proposing a potentially corruptible new layer of bureaucracy is attacked with chappals, logic arrives at this party only as “the other banana.” So where is the other chappal? Of course, this is the other chappal. If the leftchappal was thrown, then what remains is the right one, the correct one. If the right chappal was thrown, then what is left? Yes, the left one. This is Senthilogic at its best, its distilled essence.The ability to hold two contradictory, mutually destructive opinions in one's mind is, to be fair, an age-old Indian tradition. Adi Sankara spoke of Advaita, which I believe is one of the oldest expositions of Senthilogic. Despite really referring to “non-duality”, Advaita always ends up being misconstrued as “A Duality” by everyone, especially modern day parents who like to name their kids Advait, expecting them to be good at both (duality) studies and televised singing competitions with SMS voting. As part of my Senthilyogic training, I am going to agree with people I disagree with today and disagree with people I agree with tomorrow and agree to disagree with agreeably disagreeable people the day after. Can I have my other banana now? - Krishnan
The comedic genius Senthil once caused a perturbation in the world of philosophy with his groundbreaking answer to the Goundamani Quantum Hypothetical Modified Turing Question. Alan Turing was a pathbreaking computer scientist who killed himself by eating a cyanidelaced apple, which, as urban legend would have it, inspired the half-eaten apple logo of the company founded by Steve Jobs, who designed products that made us all go bananas. And it's that humble fruit that brings us back to Senthil and Goundamani because it was the protagonist of Goundamani's question: “Where is the other banana?” Life is built on an absurdist foundation that I've begun to call Senthilogic. Just the other day, a friend on Twitter saw the news about Arvind Kejriwal and tweeted, “I wonder where the other chappal went.” One might argue that this is hardly the sort of thing that matters when the future of our fragile democracy is under active attack from
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A political scientist from Dartmouth has done extensive research into why most of us get angry when someone presents solid evidence that our deeply held beliefs are wrong. On first reading, I wondered if this chap was a professor emeritus at the MISPWOSO, the Maximegalion Institute for Slowly and Painfully Working Out the Surprisingly Obvious, a university concocted by that comedic genius Douglas Adams to describe a galactic-level academic institution dedicated solely to the sort of research that, for instance, uses Quantum Topography and String Theory to prove that poorly played violins cause migraines. But on second reading, I was convinced that there was more to this than meets the eye. It takes me back to a time when I was in Class XI and a casual reading of Resnick & Halliday had suddenly armed me with the intellectual equivalent of a baseball bat and a bad attitude to go with it. One afternoon, when I had returned from school, I found that our house-owner, a lady, had assembled a religious mob of sorts and was actively recruiting all school students into it. Some quick enquiries revealed that she had come to know, like Moses at Sinai, that an idol of Ganesha nearby had suddenly developed a voracious appetite for milk and that this represented a moment of faith, a miracle of supernatural proportions that immediately necessitated a mob of chanting school children led by aforementioned houseowner. I joined the procession, even chanting paeans to the elephant god's amazing lactose tolerance and when we reached the idol in question, Messrs. Resnick and Co. whispered “Cough Cough, capillary effect, milk, marble” into my ears. I then uttered the one line most religious people do not want to hear – “This is not a miracle, it's physics”. The houseowner lady gave me the sort of look senior Taliban commanders might at a Powerpoint presentation of Mohammad cartoons.
Fast forwarding to our researcher at Dartmouth, his point was really directed towards journalists and how they should craft stories that question common (wrongly held) beliefs. Simply saying for instance, “Research proves that writing Sriramajayam a 1000 times does not cure heart disease” only makes people (and pen and notebook manufacturers) angry and they tend to go on an expedition to seek out new ways to justify their false beliefs. My grandmother once summarised this Dartmouth professor's findings in a simple sentence – “Be gentle when you want to prove someone wrong”.
The other bit of science that interested me this week was a Washington University study on why yoghurt (and curd) helps digest food better. As south Indians, we have always known this to be true, but it is always useful to be armed with a few Latin words for bacteria and biotechnological jargon to reassure ourselves about our culinary superiority. Turns out that bacteria in curd actually alters gene expression in the microbes present in our stomachs to achieve that immensely satisfying feeling one gets after wolfing down curd rice. So being proved wrong makes us angry, and anger causes indigestion and curd rice cures indigestion. No wonder, then, that my grandmother's solution to the problem of worldwide conflict was for everyone to eat curd rice. –Ashok