A Mirage
Sunday, June 18, 2006
The mystery of an unattended fish

Yesterday when we were taking a walk on the beach park, my friends eyes fell on a fish lying dead. We wondered how this happened? Also fishing is not allowed here.But I have seen people fish couple of times at this lake.
The park is closed after 12.00. But we were ofcourse solving the mystery of this fish, and now the case is oficially closed cause we now know how the fish landed up there.
More about rules. I have walked by the lake a little less than zillion times, until I found the 'gymhouse' more lucrative with all its indicators of burnt calories. There's an interesting essay 'Against Exercise' by Mark Greif in 'The Best American Essays 2005'. It touches on our current attitude to exercise. Interestingly, a reviewer thought this was the most dull and unreadable essay, while its the only essay I remember from that lot due to its relevance and context.
Back to rules. In the last almost two years, I never noticed this board with the park timings. And in the recent past, this 'timing' thing got too much attention. We were like anyway whats 'closed' for an all-out-in-the-open park?
This reminds me how all these instructions in different places just keep your mind busy, with 'dont do this' or 'this not allowed'.. I wonder how much of it is processed seriously.
PS: My friend felt that the lake was still like a mirror. I thought that was a great way to put it.
Saturday, June 17, 2006
Eating carrots...
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Egg Drop activity
At the orientation, we were divided into 12 groups each of 9.
We were given 10 straws, 11 toothpicks and a little tape to make the egg holder.
Only towards the end did we realise that the holder will be thrown with the egg. so we soon tried to convert out basket design into an encloser. The egg cracked from the fall. Sorry Humty Dumpty!!!
We were given 10 straws, 11 toothpicks and a little tape to make the egg holder.
Only towards the end did we realise that the holder will be thrown with the egg. so we soon tried to convert out basket design into an encloser. The egg cracked from the fall. Sorry Humty Dumpty!!!
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Keep the Change
Today when my friend and I were waiting for a bus, she was telling me the story of 'terminal' and how Tom hanks limited vocabulary ha d'Keep the Change' nd how he used it each time he read out the address he intended to visit in US and as a reply to the cab driver.
As we were entering the MVD office, a guy out there handed a brochure of VISA which says 'Keep the Change'.
As we were entering the MVD office, a guy out there handed a brochure of VISA which says 'Keep the Change'.
Monday, June 05, 2006
Infinite queue
Yesterday, after dinner, when we started out for a walk, as we approached a junction, we spotted a chair in a shoop on the left. As we kept getting closer, another chair revealed itself and then another and then another till we were in front of the shop and the chairs reached the other end of the wall. this was in a barber's shop. To all those who have studied queuing theory, you would have read of the server, queue terms. Well, this seemed like an infinite queue..
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
The Other side of the Favourite
There is a song that I like a lot. My friend offers her ear-phone when her ipod is about to play this song. I could hear this song for the proverbial 'any number of times'.
Recently, I kept waking every hour of the night to realise that a song was playing, it had irritating on-off beats, it is the same favorite song. All this sudden change in affections was due to the fact that the song was played whole night in repeat mode but at such a feeble volume that the only discernible strains were the on/off sort of cacophonic distortion of what was once music.
Recently, I kept waking every hour of the night to realise that a song was playing, it had irritating on-off beats, it is the same favorite song. All this sudden change in affections was due to the fact that the song was played whole night in repeat mode but at such a feeble volume that the only discernible strains were the on/off sort of cacophonic distortion of what was once music.
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