| The Division |
[Oct. 14th, 2004|03:51 pm] |
This post has nothing to do with the toilet. But I had to bring it up in keeping with the theme of my journal. Now that I have that out of the way, I can ramble on about what I originally intended to talk about. The Division, also called The Division of Mathematics, is a rather interesting appellation for the Department of Mathematics. It is stranger still that every other 'department' around is called a Department. The Department of Engineering, the Department of Biology, the Department of Physics. But, the 'Division' of Mathematics. I walked on inside The Division. I could not miss the Department of Applied Mathematics, the Department of Bio-Statistics and the Department of Mathematical Biology if I tried. And then it hit me. The purists left. The division of mathematics. Poignant.
.... tossed salad and scrambled eggs. Good night. Shashi has left the building. |
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| Cloacal moments and some expensive thoughts |
[May. 22nd, 2004|04:31 pm] |
I am usually caught with my pants down when I am thinking my best thoughts. On that hallowed seat, I have pondered the deepest philosophies of life, shit happens, tat tvamasi, brahma satyam jagat mithya and the whole range. One day as I sat waiting, I suddenly understood the working of a transistor. It was all very clear... Collector, Base, Emitter. Another time, I decided to go to graduate school. Nowadays, I think about my Master's thesis. It helps, because all that I do is crap anyway.
And while on the topic, yesterday I had the pleasure of eating a dollop of 4 dollars. Godiva, chocolatier, hand crafted piece of macadamia nut, available only in South Australia and Kenya, rolled in a creamy layer of sprinkle filled milk chocolate laced with streaks of caramel. Comes in a custom made hardboard box, with letters embossed in gold. The cholocate for the occassion. And to top it all, it leaves your mouth smelling fresh. Just like the stick of aluminium coated alum that keeps my underarm from letting people know in advance of my arrival. I did not want to risk facing a divorce charge immediately after my marriage. I am not surprised they killed John Lennon. Love is not all we need. I spent half my monthly income on that deodorant. The rest I spent on Godiva.
Take your pick. You can buy Godiva and coat your armpits with alum to save your life or you can be stinking rich. |
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| Puns, mixed metaphors and other hidden agenda |
[May. 8th, 2004|08:37 pm] |
When an angel from heaven hands you a cup
And offers you something else to drink
Thank him immensely for his good intentions
And pour out the contents into the sink
I begin to doubt my wisdom in creating this journal
Mulling, brooding, borrowing, the life diurnal
Simple to complex, fringes on life's periphery
Mostly because part of it is imaginary
Partly because most of it is imaginary.
If at first you dont succeed, confuse. |
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