confusions of a wandering mind - III

superlatively speaking..... in this era of quantum computing.....

what could "extra virgin " possibly mean...?

speeking of inglish...

technical english... three long long semesters of it in undergrad...the whole purpose of doing it yet to dawn on me three years later... 

learning phonetics... sheer misery.....learning phonetic symbols... sheer sheer misery....write down words the way they are pronounced .. not in english... no... but using symbols specially made for that purpose alone...it is apparently not enough that after 22 years which also had  some time in  convent schools  thrown in ,I am able to write english words gramatically correct and pronounce them phonetically correct 95 % of the times... no... for the sake of survival and deciphering the dictionary ..I should be able to write the words down so that they sound right when seen...

what s easier....??

this....?

PURE.....pjںә Britainic-ally speaking...pjںәr  American-ally speaking....bringing tears of joy to  Miss D'Souza 's eyes( anglo indian english teacher/prof. )

or this....?

PURE...pee-or -(face the consequences)..general public-ally phonetic symbolically challenged (retarded is not a kind word) speaking....

better still... for people with a vivid sense of imagination ...conjure up a scene with one person telling another "piyo yaar...." in FF mode....so everytime one is forming sentences ,there is a frame sequence running in the head...neat aahn?.....bringing tears ..of frustration this time.. to Miss D'Souza 's eyes...

the latter two obviously ..no..??

pjںә  looks like/sounds like  and will continue to look like/sound like pee jay mho eh ...

can't associate color with numbers ..wish i could but am unable to...

tend to give a human like quality to letters of tha alphabet sometimes...in all probability this stemmed from being on the listener's side of long conversations almost always.....

an illustration

                  "n" man "ñ" man

                               

the ones in the head seem more human like... mexican almost...definitely..

think it's this association with letters.. an attachment to the characters associated with them.. that makes me wonder how people can switch accents so easily.. setting foot on american soil kills the "rr's" apparently....the blink and u miss transition so absurd that its almost fascinating....

people change.... fast...so fake that they sound real accents adopted...faster...whatever becomes whad-ev-aah ,Buddah becomes Boodaah and wauhter (fonetically righting.. ) becomes waughdah  in no time..

its still Indianised Queen's english for me... not that I didn't try... I did... made an honest effort.... just that each try created an image of "rr" man being smothered in a cheeseburger/drowning in chocolate malt....

too much of an emotional burden to carry around ..

and so I wait...

all for letter love....

vaazhkai.....

on being jay.....

warhol and i don't have similar train of thoughts....currently..

lets see... it s 10:15 PM CST ,richardson ,texas ..excellent weather...sunday night....full moon night.. the quintessential romantic movie/green signal for werewolf metamorphosis moon lookalike ... u know the partly obscured by clouds,now u cover me ,now u dont thing...def worthy of a look ,a click and a poem.. alas.. i haven't been able to convince myself to get a camera yet (things like these fail to make sense when one does'nt have a functional orkut or facebook account) and i could'nt write a poem to save my ass ....so there ..that leaves just the look part ...full justice done .. its pretty much the only thing i can see everytime i look up...

i like terraces...i like just sittin there all by myself.. friends/family sometimes.. I have'nt come across houses with terraces here....they have sloping roofs...snow factor... it looks real nice ..yes, i admit.. all the nice houses with slanting mallu environ kind of roofs with non mallu environ kind of snow collecting and glistening in the sunlight and moon light..in winter...real nice....but....its got to snow first... good snow... heavy snow .. not the now i fall ,now i melt kind of snow...but the i fall ,u shovel kind ...i dont see the need to have sloping roofs in a place where the snow package for the whole year is one inch one fine night in the middle of March for three hours and the sun beats down hard enough to contribute to mosquito family planning after rains and for people like me ( read as people with no cars) to appreciate how fish would feel like if alive on the road to karuvaadufication...and that's five sentences without no punctuation marks .. currently wondering if one would be out of breath if they were to be read as such..

current seating ..: apartment.. third floor...patio (note :no terrace)..borderline melancholic about having lost a chance to make nila chor out of maggi ,texas toast and cherries ( yup.. dinner)....face bathed in the unearthly glow of the radiation from the laptop....metallica/lynyrd skynyrd ...

a year since i came here... almost a year since i last blogged...life feels kind of empty sometimes... as though a sense of purpose has been lost... and sitting here ... with the surreal ( unearthly ,surreal..same thing)look on my face.. i think i know why....

traffic signals...

.. never noticed them back home...most of my scooter rounds have been on highways or through galis....bless them...

and pedestrian crossings ??....ha..

used to/still have this sudden spirit of adventure rising up in me at times.... a sudden urge....to take risks...for the heck of it...a feeling of restlessness....for all my laziness i really don't know how that happens...

anyway... easiest way out to curb it ... crossing roads... peak hours.. lots of traffic ( not in a jam)... green signal...stepping down from the curbside .. all the time wondering what is the probability of getting hit ..what happens if u get hit.... how much can that car slow down in a distance of fifty feet ...how would it feel to exchange places with the driver at exactly that moment....what happens if the vehicle approaching u doesn't slow down....and to top it all.. its not boring.. the situation is different each and every time u do it.....

risk ...

lazy person's way of pumping unwanted adrenaline... analogous to gettin the same high on sniffing industrial glue as on snorting cocaine..??.. i dont know yet... maybe...

exhilarating...its almost like crossing roads had a higher meaning... appreciating life in my own simple way...

can't do that here... green... amber... red... flashing amber...flashing red... sea of galilee...walk.. blink walk.. stop.. why.. cmon now.. caged animal... specimen on display... things going through my mind and in front of my eyes when waiting patiently to cross the road...

probability of being hit .. one... probability of being hit and being fined for jay crossing..one.... probability of transmogrifyin into the deer at night which almost looks as though its waiting to be hit.. one....

monotonous.. cause u know what to expect...the only unpredictable(not exciting ..no) thing during the painful process of waitin is the reaction of people driving past ...something along the lines of "look...!.a biped....she is using her legs to transport herself and actually waiting at the crossing... how rare is that..?????"

ennui.....makes me talk......