"'Truth is strange," you know, "stranger than fiction' - besides being more to the point" - Edgar Allan Poe

February 19, 2005


The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!

Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis
You approach Satan's wretched city where you behold a wide plain surrounded by iron walls. Before you are fields full of distress and torment terrible. Burning tombs are littered about the landscape. Inside these flaming sepulchers suffer the heretics, failing to believe in God and the afterlife, who make themselves audible by doleful sighs. You will join the wicked that lie here, and will be offered no respite. The three infernal Furies stained with blood, with limbs of women and hair of serpents, dwell in this circle of Hell.

Level descriptions: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html
Take the test: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv

"'Tis better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven" -(Can't remember the source)

February 16, 2005

Pi's Survival manual- 1

1. Choose ANY heavy metal number, preferably between circa 1981 to 1996, and with a fast tempo. ( Pantera, Megadeth, Tina Turner(?), or whatever your choice may be )
2. Replace all lyrics with the 'dmd' line- 'die mutherfucher die'. Repeat 'die' and 'm***er' as required. LOUD and FAST. I recommend 4'die's+2'mf's per second.
3. Sing this sequence loudly about 30 seconds after you wake up in the morning, for a period of about 1 minute.

Ready to take on the world?

February 15, 2005

What would you say?

My name is Bob. I am Pi's pet lizard. He pisses me off a lot. Keeps talking to himself. This offends me; what better listener than one who can't reply?

My name is M_. I did lunch with Pi on Vday. What a great listener he is. And he buys flowers! Why hasn't he called back?

My name's K_. Yeah, Pi, he's entertaining. Wonder who the hell he is?

My name is Prof xyz. Pi pisses me off a lot. I don't understand why he's not like the others in class. Shouldn't he be more submissive?

My name is Z. I'm Pi's friend. He doesn't think of me that way though. Doesn't he want to be helped by other people?

My name is S_. I want to be like Pi. Pi says that's a bad path to walk down, but can I help it if I think it's cool?

We are [groupname]. Pi hangs around us, but never tries to BE one of us. Why be an individual in a world driven by acceptance? Such a loser. We think he does "s*it activities", therefore he must.

My name is M_. Yeah, I know Pi. Nice chap. We talk a lot.

My name is Db_. I'm not sure.

I am Dr. P_. Pi's my son. I wish I could understand him, but I can't. Why doesn't he love us more? Or is it just that we can't see it?

My name is T_. I like Pi. I tell him so. He gets all chatty and funny, then hits an aloof plane. I wish I understood him more.

My name is R_. I'm in charge. Pi? Inconsequential. Though I'm jealous he's getting the attention.

My name is Pi. I still have a lot to learn about people.

"Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can"

- Pink Floyd, Echoes

February 05, 2005

Wuzzy. Izzah. B'lore, I'm back.

Ben Harper is playing 'The three of us'.

For centuries I'm sure the soul that is now Sunil Pai has walked around the universe trying to find a meaning to life. I am absolutely certain that this soul is pissed mighty and Sunil is his last shot at ever finding anything worthwhile.

Ben Harper switches to ' Whipping boy'.

For every damn question that's been answered, with disgusting regularity a million other questions have always been thrown straight back. For sometime, I thought Buddha had it right when he said desire was the root of all evil. He's probably right, but surely only partially. Isn't desire also the root of most happiness? Wonder why no one talks about that.

Ben Harper is 'Breakin' down'

I'm angry. Terribly so. I'm sick of being surrounded by absolute idiots. I hate having someone else's pretenses shoved right up my nose. I'm tired of not being able to distinguish between right and wrong. I apologize, but am still ashamed of not wanting to conform to convention. Worst of all, I'm still worried that I can't recognize if I'm a pseudo myself.

Ben Harper says 'Don't take that attitude to your grave'


In Blore now, and the trip here was terrible. The dude next to me was farting his ass off, and it's going to take me an hour in the shower (what a rhyme) to get the stench off. Yech. I wish the dude had gone thru' the motions (?) before getting on. It's doubly bad when it's one of those volvos and there's only recycled air going thru' the bus for 8 hours. Feel pity people, I deserve it.

I wonder what he'd eaten. Smelled suspiciously like my mess food.

Ms. B_, I'm here to offer you my world. Take your time, look around, and I'd be really happy if you decided to stay. I'll gladly make place for you in it. And you're always welcome. You're worth it.

Just don't move around my music collection yet.

February 01, 2005

Fidel castrato... addendum

Thanks Kini for putting up with all the bullcrap we threw at you. You were a good friend. Saving grace at Saarang. See you at Inci, i'll try to return the favour.

Fidel Castrato (I always wanted to say that...)

This blog comes after a really long time. Apologies, pispeak. Too many events have transpired to let me sit down with a calm, collected mind and actually document them. However, the fear of bad literature is as bad as the fear of confrontation- it's easier to run, but the confrontation will bite me on the ass some day or the other.

Presenting, an honest attempt at redemption.

Major event- Saarang '05.

Now Saarang is IIT-M's annual culfest, basically an excuse to spend a lot of money (but we're not sure where) on the pretext of organizing one big fuckin' party for five days, culminating on Republic day. I'm not complaining, I've had fun there the year before, but a rule has emerged out of this year's trip. NEVER attend Saarang more than once. I hate it when we go with giant expectations and they come crashing down. Damn. On the flipside, one dream of mine came true. I finally got to see Prasanna live in concert. The man is a true genius. I'm not so sure a lot of people appreciate jazz in Chennai, but the applause seemed genuine. And I wasn't even under the influence of any intoxicants!

Maybe I should explain that statement. I think, after much procrastination and bad excuses, I've reached that state where a drink (or a joint) is worth nothing more than a couple of hours of distraction. Which I've begun to dislike. There are times nowadays when I catch myself feeling pitiful at the state some of my friends have reached. And then it hits me that I've been no better. How many times have I tried to quit? Lost count. And yet each time, within no time at all, I find myself clinking glasses with yet another nameless batchmate, bitching about the days that were and those that might be. Dad said something the other day that shook my faith in myself. The words are irrelevant, but I never realized I could hurt my father so. How ashamed I was that day!

So I quit. And it's all been good. Never felt better. Running clean(er). Ah, to breath fresh air again! Isn't life good when you realize you can live it?

Major event 2- Saarang '05.

No, that's not a typo. Just another thing that happened to me there. After yars of bitching about 'personality contests', I was still pushed up on stage by the goat, to participate in "Mr. and Ms. Saarang '05". The kid's good, but lordy the horror of it all. Round 1- Written questionnaire, Round 2- personal interviews, Round 3- On stage performance in front of a very vocal audience.

Guess who won?

It's true. Apparently it's cool to talk about sex and drugs on stage, IF you can get away with it, that is. And I did. The details are embarrassing. However, I did win a nifty new philips musuc system for all the effort. Kick ass piece, considering the amount I bitched about it. It's a truly awesome feeling when you open up dirty cardboard packaging and find a beautiful toy inside. My room rocks now, and I've been listening to Sheila Chandra's vocals nonstop for a week. Thank you, IITM.
[I also picked up third place for creative writing haiku. Finally, acceptance!]

Major event 3- Saarang '05.

Hmmm, I'm repetitive now. However, this one's worth mentioning. After mooning over the fact that I'm never going to meet a woman in my life again, like a bolt of lightning she flashed before my eyes. I nearly cried when she did Princess Salome as her elocution piece. Beauty AND Brains; whoa. (oh crap, cliche central.) It's true, beautiful women do exist. Patience is all one needs to find them. Hopefully I'll meet her again. And by the way, this was the high point of Saarang '05 for me. Screw the rest.

College's exactly the same. Can't wait to leave it. Three months, how fast can you leave me?