Showing posts with label Broken Mug. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Broken Mug. Show all posts

La 'Chaim!

"To life, to life, La 'chaim"
Somehow the song from Fiddler on the Roof keeps playing in my mind in an eternal loop, whenever the order emerging out of a usually chaotic life is a happy realisation.

Its been a mathematically usual, but psychologically long year. And this entry is a vague ( Big understatemnt this, for i can hardly recall all the details, and will need a separate blog to sum up all, but as is my intention here, a harmless and light skimming over the surface is more like it) summation of the year's significant happenings, and a joyous recollection of an awesome Christmas and New year.

So as I look back, the good things to have happened to me were a greater inclination towards metaphysics, mythology, religion, literature and music. While it did stake on my indulgence in an aphorismic equivalent of killing time called "academics". The after decimal half of my grade shifted a niche left on the scale believed by many to reflect intellect. Although the widespread acceptance of an idea is not proof of its validity.
However, more on that later, maybe.
Next came my passionate indulgence in Metal, which included headbanging sessions, opening myself to all genres of Metal and letting it accept me, learning to play some Metal stuff on my new acquisition, the ESP EX-260 and Digitech RP 250. \m/
Also visited Chennai once, for food basically, and Bangalore (Yeah, i TOO hate the new name) for fun. Met my long time online friend who happens to go by the name Siddhartha Nagarajan, a.k.a Dino, and another metalhead. He was generous enough to play guide to the city and then host to a Reaper/KronoS duo with his impeccable hospitality. I recall the party involving sumptuous amounts of chicken and Aqua Vitae, for those who wanted. Ran into fellow college mates almost everywhere in the city, bought my first Metallica poster, which had the legendary Cliff Burton (RIP) in his showmanship brilliance.

Also, owing to copious amounts of peer pressure, started, wait for it, watching How I Met Your Mother. A nice series, must say.
Another significant companion I got this year was Caffeine. It helped me stay awake, initially, and now runs in a parallel stream with a more crimson comrade. (KronoS, in a sensational display of his mirth and power, broke my mug. Which, i shalt not forget in finite time... * Plotting * ). Also finished 3 semesters of engineering, which, although may sound menial, is actually a herculean task.

Christmas was LEGENDARY. Literally. All those episodes of "Million to one" on Discovery channel that used to awe me for the sheer impossibility, rather, improbability of the situation and making me feel insignificant, was reciprocated for. I came to Delhi in little/no hope of meeting my friends who lived here, and of them, the best friend of mine (Apart from KronoS, ofcourse), whom i had NOT met for 7 months, when i enquired, was found to live not only in the same area and locality, but the same lane as I did, here. Which called for an obvious, not to mention interfered with divinity, reunion. Had a nice time, nay, AWESOME time. Also, Saket citywalk holds as the biggest mall I have seen, as of now. It had virtually and literally everything inside it. It was like a parallel universe with an independant civilization and intellect. The fashion consciousness of Delhites is formidable to a more intellectually inclined individual, was one of the most important facts i noticed. I also observed subtle examples to the "Cheerleader Effect" or the "Bridesmaid Paradox".
Of the memorable things I saw were DAVE MUSTAINE's and TOM ARAYA's signed guitars at the Delhi Hard Rock Cafe. (How i escaped embarassment there is another story i would love to narrate in dramatic exaggeration). Also saw Jaysurya at a few arms distance in the DLF Promenade Reebok showroom.

The rest of the days were spent painting T shirts, and going about the city ( On my friend's bike, in the mindnumbing cold) with it having nothing to offer, apart from some fast food. Seriously, the places here are not worth killing time "hanging out" in.

New year, as fate would have it, was again pretty good. Was at a friend's place, for the night, partying.
Well, it was not as ceremonial as this sounds, with just 3 people to it, but wasn't as solemn as the number suggests, either. The twins were a good host, and new year began with roasted chicken and iced espresso. * the complete contents of the mixture have been witheld for sake of modesty *

What followed was definitely something the cards did not predict. The train back to college was crowded, and excruciatingly so, and not to mention, boring. Had the best time reading Lost Symbol, and documenting the * to be searched * stuff from it. Was made to play dumb charades, a game i do not dislike, but can never bring myself to play voluntarily. The company involved some completely random collection of guys and girls from an artistic assortment of colleges in chennai and other places. The session "was" fun, i admit. But what followed was not what my idealization of spending the night is. Was made to listen to an obstreperous list of clubs and hookah joints in Chennai and an illuminating account of club life. To make my condition even more amicable, i was made to listen to, well, club music. "House" and stuff i had mainatained a holy abstainance from. I ended up grieving my temporary host by admitting my hobbies to include Science and Literature. Which turns out is no common taste for spending time doing. And soon, i was back to college, with its architecture looming over my head in an immodest complacency.

The new semester begins.
Scores to settle.
Critics to be answered in action, after long inaction.
New leaves to be turned over.

Happy new year.
La'chaim!
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The Caffeine Hypothesis




Self note : Coffee prepared in a ceramic "coffee mug" tastes, not to mentions smells, a million times (eschewing exaggeration) better than one made in a "thermally insulating metallic mug". On a scale of 10, with one being an imbecile impossibility and 10 being metaphysical certitude, I personally rate this hypothesis a 9.5, keeping the maximum in a fit of hope and optimism (maybe cynism too), for an incident which far exceeds this one. Not that I think it will, but the prospect of it happening is a thought of stupendous merriment.

Caffeine and Metal, is a juvenile juxtaposition. Or so I allude, after having witnessed it first hand, and second mug. And my allusion is set apart from illusion by the very fact grounded on the terra firma of my love for coffee, which bestows me with the ability to criticise. You cannot criticise what you don't know the bright side of. Then it is just an ad hominem dissection. This nested theory has just 2 exceptions. War, and Chetan Bhagat.

Re entering the first hypothesis, this is the deal. I scythe (I don't use whips, noob) up a mug of coffee in the hostel room, with the precise balance of ingredients and lo, what I have is but a similar tasting brew as compared to what, say Lord KronoS made the other day (Other day is a metaphor for an hour ago). The metallic interference inducing an olfactory aberration (kepping in mind that smell is the major component of taste) is a reality December layed naked in front of me. It DID appear to be funny how no matter what I try, the overall response of my taste buds to any composition of coffee was more or less the same. But the same mixture, at a macroscopic level ofcourse, at home tastes better, and the only difference is that the mug used is a printed sunsign series of Ceramic coffee mugs, and not the allegedly thermally insulating (and now olfactorially isolating) mug with the innards as metallic as its effect is disheartening. Some galactic interference the Bell labs should try to explain, I'd say. I know not if it has any more physiological implications, apart from the psychological deprivation. And I hope not, either. The hints of rust at the bottom of the mug was never quite delightful everytime it disappeared under the deceitful boiling water, and now as I come to think of it, like a summer tempest the horror grips me. Heat accelerates chemical reactions. Water and metal haven't, by history's word, and scientific reassurance, been neutral allies, rather conflicting rivals. And all those coffee sessions, and the finished jars on the shelf, the session markers on the door, the hang, lead me to this day, when I decide the future of the godforsaken mug vermin.

The crack that propagated on its surface in unintended ubiquity will find a deeper root. I plan to hurl it across the balcony. And there is no looking back. I already got a De Motivate series mug by Archies which says about Winning, "If you don't succeed in the first time, its probably because you are a loser". I suggest Lord KronoS to procure a ceramic mug for future caffeine indulgances, for his own benefit, and tasteful bliss. For there are hardly any problems, a cup of strong coffee cannot solve...

S.I.P
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