madness of madras

Is Fahrenheit ancient German for Fuckin’ Hot?

When the piercing heat gets unbearable, it doesn’t matter if it’s Celsius, or Fuckin’ Hot!

“And the song with the father takes it to the next level. There is God. There is closeness to death, closeness to eternity. And somewhere, there is a kind of purification. It’s connected to Sri Lanka, to Buddhism, and that becomes the visual motif.”

Rangan, Baradwaj (2012-10-15).Conversations with Mani Ratnam (Kindle Locations 4840-4842). Penguin UK. Kindle Edition.

“In the song with the mother, it’s a barren landscape in which a relationship with someone who’s come from nowhere— the adopted child— blossoms. The visual concept we adopted was that of a vast space with a single, fixed vertical element in the frame,around which there were two moving objects (mother and daughter). The ‘single elements’ were the branch, the shipwreck, the fence that divides them, and the rooted quality of the backyard of a house with a clothesline in it. These are static, firm and alone— like a root. And against these single elements we set the dynamic image of the mother and child, ever moving, transient, intangibly bound together.”

Rangan, Baradwaj (2012-10-15). Conversations with Mani Ratnam (Kindle Locations 4835-4840). Penguin UK. Kindle Edition.

Of late I use a lot of “in spite of,” and “despite” in my conversations.

The way I use it, it could mean a host of things

• I am tolerant. I pride myself on that. 
• I am always walking in others’ shoes. At times more than required.
• I am not dismissive, and I ignore all the crap that could in my way of a beautiful association.

I look at the bigger picture.

Pickle induced ecstasy is Oorgasm?

slurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp!

                                                                                courtesy: Baradwaj Rangan

Whoa!  Whoa! 

       0.0015 sec . f/5.6 . 200 mm . ISO 100                 0.00125 sec . f/5.6 . 200 mm . ISO 100

          0.0015 sec . f/5.6 . 200 mm . ISO 100                                                   0.00125 sec . f/5.6 . 200 mm . ISO 100

      0.0008 sec . f/4.8 . 90 mm . ISO 100       0.0008 sec . f/4.8 . 90 mm . ISO 100        0.00125 sec . f/5.3 . 145 mm . ISO 100

Palm webOS, eventually HP webOS, is such an elegant, graceful, well crafted, classy, functionally solid, well integrated, converged, jazz-free mobile OS out there, it’s a pity HP has had to pull the plug. It’s all the more a pity considering some of the finest hardware I’ve laid my hands on has come from Hewlett-Packard! 

I love it, and I love webOS on my HP TouchPad so much so that I place it notches above Cupertino’s iOS which in itself is, well, a supremely well crafted mobile OS out there. 

Android, in all its food nomenclatural iterations, feels like those South Korean automobile and consumer electronics’ manufacturers. Lots of bells and whistles that by themselves are shiny, show-offy, attention seeking, hard-to-resist but sans any amount of well-knit philosophy. The apps on this ecosystem, if you will, feel as if they are floating in an air of nothingness without a hinge and sadly, without a way to “talk” to one another. 

But not iOS and not, webOS. 

If I liken webOS to an understated  Subaru, or a modern Ford (in its European font), iOS is a well chiseled Toyota / Honda to a Kia / Hyundai that Android is.

I just hope my TouchPad serves and survives enough to be vertically inherited.

I’d love it.

Pan Pasand can’t see eye to eye with its Betel Noire?   :)

In the times of synthetic, borrowed political correctness, there’s someone who sees his immediate world, whose moves are still, and who reigns in black and white.

For doing a remarkably good job of it, I’ll remember these times for Viswanathan Anand.

Bhesh!

Do we realize that the very moment we utter the words “matured,” “maturity,” “large-hearted,” “open-minded,” “grown-up,” “broad-minded,” they cease to exist almost instantaneously?

Maturity accounts for immature, broad-minded factors in narrow, large takes in small, open-minded believes in closed.

So, as hard, tough, and unfair it may seem, these words have very very short half-life periods. 

Use them. Boom! They vaporize. 

If ever you are on a freeway or a highway, don’t drive at the legal speed limit. No, I don’t exhort you to get on the wrong side of the law. Unless you are playing to some looming deadline or can’t hold your water, drive at speeds slightly lower than the prescribed.

You will still be cruising and the difference won’t be significant enough for short distances. You won’t experience the latent tension of driving on the fringe. But what it’ll give you is some peace, time to experience the beauty around you, and the moment. The thoughts stocked up in your mind will get a newer lease, a healthy release, and in fact only amplified and accentuated by the beauty around.

 Try it! 

Like  I did.

friday afternoon .  a healthy, more than a slight drizzle . 65mph .  ilaiyaraaja . 1988 . ninnukori varanam