Tuesday, March 24, 2009

A composition with a tune in mind

I wrote this song in class based on the tune of the Musical Hit "The bitch of Living"
Listen to the sing tune and try to sing along if you can:

The Beauty and the Goon

He first saw her in her backyard
and knew that he was doomed
She the Helen of Knightsbridge
and he the local Goon

No no never could they be
'gether in 'n embrace
nor linger close to her radiance
lest she whips out her mace

Its the bitch of living
which has us by the balls
Its the bitch of living that tells us
What went wrong!

with No moolah in the bank
and the urge he cant control
he must walk down the aisle
Its just so not fair at all

No no never could her father
let them see eye to eye
or hold hands in the park
or share an apple pie

Its the bitch of living
which makes meat of us
Its the bitch of living that
writes us off!

He could see her at the door
waiting for his return
and ask him how his day went
and how much he had earned

and how many had he threatened
kidnapped or extorted from
and clean his knife and gun barrel
and put 'em in the sun

Maybe cook an extra meal
for a hostage every day
and take care of local matters
when the Head is gone away

its the bitch of living
that makes us dream the crown
its the bitch of living that
sends us crashing down!

Thursday, March 19, 2009

You've got mail

I watched this fluffy movie last night[at the expense of some infinitely more important work] and a small part of it got me thinking: "beautiful penmanship". Now that is an art form which never recieved is due.

Until the dawn of the internet.

Of course it is buried a thousand feet under the slew of asinine grammatically incorrect memes but it has made a comeback of sorts. I mean even if you disregard the innumerable blogs which are more impersonal and directed at an audience[sometimes just for looking at it on your own] the net has opened up unexplored vistas of fraternising over the ether. The sheer pleasure of meeting an unknown online aquaintance whom you have never laid eyes on[and might not ever,by sheer geographical constraints] and conversing on things as abstruse as the latest Booker prize winning novels to ethnic delicacies in the Lucknavi repertoire and to share abstract and highly personal dreams that you often indulge in ,ones that you never shared with people around you ,not even close friends, relatives. There is a peculiar freedom associated with an online 'chat' with an online friend which is lacking in our more normal day to day correspondences.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Ska, the necessary evil

This prof at my dept recently held a 'surprise quiz' yesterday[it was announced by mail beforehand]. Despite the idiosynractic way the same is defined we were,as minions in his domain, compelled to finally dust off the mothballs from our bags and books and trudge our way to the faraway dungeons of our building. The prof was seemingly very pleased with the turnout considering his ratings and attendance in his classes have plummeted with astonishing speed,so much so that 60 percent of the class now is below the 'mandatory 75%' mark. There was another reason for his glib smile as he took a lonh supercilious look at his junta. The quiz as it turned out was another one of those feedback forms in which he expected us to tell him
a. the reason of our dismal performance in the Mid sem exams
b. the reason why we didnt bring our sorry asses to class
c. what he can do to make us bring the same to class
For reasons unknown I suspected his sincerity. For one, he is one of those slide-runners, the of professors who take pride in preparing emaculately designed presentations on chapter which run in to hundreds of pages per chapter , warms up the projector and jet...set...go. For the students of course, it is almost a movie. If only it had cartoons/babes/a bloody Plot for gods sakes!! Anyways I am drifting from the objectivity I promised at the beginning of this post[Dont look for it,it was a pact with my soul,no sense in putting it down in writing.Can be held against me later]
Retunrning to reasons , he has a abject sense of humor. After substantial polls in the CSE dept, it has been conclusively proved that asking doubts to him is the most demeaning thing you can do to yourself. The look that he gives you if you raise your puny arm in the air,my oh my..., makes you squirm like a buzzing mosquito under the microscope. Unlike our previous profs[who now appear benevolent] he has this evil aura arnd him that makes him so unapproachable and he remains the only prof till date who hasnt given the students a single bloody extension on any of the project deadlines. Not to mention i hate the guts of his course[not disinterest mind you,i pathologically abhor his classes] Of course the usual wrecking the weekend by dozens of extra classes/postponed classes is a WMD in his repertoire. i wonder if he ever thinks of us as anything other than mules with brains[or without,the operative word here is 'mule'].

Come to think of it , why dont the professors talk to us as equals :D i mean, look at our happy hour,it is so forlorn. the profs come and talk among themselves, the students invariably either try to suck up to the Big Boss or talk among themselves. Outside the classrooms, why cant they be 'cool',forget for the moment that they are teachers. I mean , i would love to play a game of cards with them anytime if they are up for it.

Wishful thinking!