Of Crackers and Chicken

   There is a curious freedom in knowing that absolutely no one reads the crap you put up and hence you have permission to write whatever you want. I used to keep a biiig mainstream blog with regular updates and READERS (oh, readers, how I miss you guys. Kind of). And I tried to post every day to make them happy and my posts had to be funny and creative and it was just a lot of work. This blog is MY thing that I'm doing for myself, so it's pretty relaxed up in here. That being said, it is slightly depressing to log in and see the differences in the stats of the blogs.
  It is Diwali right now over here, which is the Indian festival of lights. There's a nice story behind it- basically the exiled King Ram's wife, Sita, was kidnapped by the ten-headed (or was it thousand-headed? I never remember this bit) demon Ravan, but then Ram, and the monkey god Hanuman, save Sita, behead Ravan (several times) and then triumphantly end their exile and return to their royal city. Woohoo! To celebrate the return of the king (if you have heard that phrase before, you are awesome) the citizens of the city lit it up with diyas, which are very small, very pretty lamps. We Indians continue to celebrate Ravan's beheadings today by lighting diyas in our own houses on Diwali, and basically bursting a lot of patakas. It's kind of an inter-religious thing, which is awesome, although that's pretty much how we celebrate most festivals in Bangalore.
   Generally I find it lots of fun, but this year my neighbours have decided to pick five a.m. in the morning as their cracker-jacking time, which is not as enjoyable as it might sound. It is not the Indian way to complain about inconveniences, and they are also our landlords, which is basically the only thing preventing me from throwing gas cylinders and stuff at them.
   Today has been fun so far. To get away from the clouds of pollution and dust that engulf the used-pataka covered streets my family went to Cubbon Park, which is a lovely green place near the High Court of Karnataka for some exercise and then to KFC to work off the exercise. I am supposed to be studying for my tests, but for some reason I can't  bring myself to do it, which is pretty much the reason my grades have fallen so badly this year. I'm not sure what I'm doing with my life anymore.
  On that cheerful note, goodbye! Be kind to one another.

Heil Heitler!

   Now before half of you freak out like 'OMG RACIST' and the other half of grammar and spelling Nazis (see what I did there?) point out that I spelt Hitler wrong, let me say that this post has nothing to do in anyway with the the lunatic who wiped out six million people in torturous and barbaric ways through his cruelty and insanity.
   The Heitler I'm talking about was a German physicist who discovered valence bonding, and the reason I'm heiling him, is because he's a freaking genius and I'm a science student. Also, while we're at it, Heil Einstein, Newton, Edison and Max Planck. If it was up to me everyone on Earth would begin every day by prostrating themselves before your giant statues that would be placed on every street corner, and sometimes in the middle of the street as well, although that might hamper traffic.
   I love Science. I really do. The Commerce and Humanities kids might have less work, and hey, the nerd jokes are funny, and their threats of eventually ending up as our bosses might actually have some horrifying truth in them, but we're learning about the freaking universe every day. We could tell you amazing things, like the fact that we're made of star dust, that equal volumes of gases contain equal numbers of molecules (this continuously blows my mind) and that our tiny specky planet, our all-powerful sun even, are actually just dots on the fabric of space, but ultimately part of  this awe-inspiring place, this universe, that we call home.
   The things I learn never fail to amaze me. I just wish we could take all our politicians, all the dons in our cities, all the people who squabble over land and money and social positions, and show them how small we are and how little these things actually matter. Screw Lamborghinis and beach-front homes, give me a telescope and I'll introduce you to things that will make you thank God on bended knees that we are privileged enough, not only to exist in such an amazing world, but to have the capacity to understand its beauty. We are a way for the cosmos to know itself and every little thing we learn brings us closer to something wonderful.
   Nerd on, sweet geeks, nerd on.

Hello!

   This is the second time I've tried keeping a blog and around the fiftieth time that I have tried to put down my thoughts somewhere. So, as a successor of various diaries, another blog, enough notebooks to make me solely responsible for the destruction of several rainforests, and the back of one restaurant napkin (I bet they had a right old laugh in the kitchen of that Chinese place. I was hoping when I went there the next time that they had framed it and and hung it up. They hadn't, but some you lose), I present to you all, Joy in the Mornings.
   This is not like any other writing that I have done in the past because this is not something that is strictly meant to be read. As such no marketing will take place whatsoever, and I warn you beforehand, at times this blog might be banal, depressing, highly opinionated and even outright boring. Consider yourselves warned and any griping in the future will result in immediate decapitation (I am connected to a little known network of Austrian spies that informs me WHERE YOU LIVE. You now have permission to be frightened.)
   Since I'm hoping to be perceived as a mysterious, intriguing Person X, the only personal information I'm giving you guys is that I'm an Indian teenager (I'll leave you to guess which gender. It should be vaguely humiliating if you can't figure it out) Bangalorean and Christian. I am also a Virgo, and occasionally bisexual.
   Looking forward to working with y'all! Rejoice, loudly and hopefully in public places, be kind to one another and look both ways before you cross the road. Good night!