Its been barely 24 hours since I started this, its time for a change already. The thing you'd notice is pretty obvious, the change in title. What was wrong with the previous one, you say?
The realisation first dawned on me, the second I'd typed it out and clicked the Save your Changes button. For the uninitiated to Jayanthism, the previous title was "Grist to the Mill". First, it sounded extremely similar to the popular brand of a certain genre of clothing called "Fruit of the Loom". If you did your research right, you'd soon find out why I'd rather not be associated with that.
Secondly was just the way it looked and sounded. Grist to the Mill. Psychedelic images that flow through your mind would comprise of things rocky, uncouth, GRISTly being forced into a cyclic rotational mechanism of numerous gears and levers, all moving in synch with each other, some fast, some slow, and yet in unison, and all this finally proceeding into a claustrophobic space where all the shards of stone that were taken in against their will by an unseen force get crushed into dust, like dreams that turn into wisps of thin air you try to hold onto just before you wake up. As any self-respecting Englishman would say, "I suppose that is absolutely ghastly indeed..Uhhh".
And on with the new. Again, nomadic? I don't exactly mean that I own 3 camels and 5 wives and together we sired 23 children (human and camel) and we all live in huge tents somewhere in the Sahara and one of the other internet links open open in my browser right now is www.desertgirlsgonewild.com. No, thats not it. In the past 2 years I have phyisically been uprooted across cities, states, countries, continents, and yet this constant mobility is more of a state of mind. That moment when you feel that things in your life are going too fast and you need to slow things down a bit. Well God decided to change that with a fast forward switch in my case, which means I end up not knowing where I'm going now, not knowing how things fell into place, and what the hell I should do to get things going the way I want them to.
And yet I'm sure that I'm not the only one in this situation, and that I speak for more than just a few lost blokes out there. The Unstoppables. The ones who've been so used to the fast life, that doing something like stopping on the expressway just to watch a rainbow form is a luxury. But the truth is, we do, and when it does happen, and we enjoy the little things in life, its absolute bliss, unmatched by none other!
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
The Beginning..
So this is how it begins. After nearly weeks of debating, abandonment, more internal conflict, and a surprising amount of free time, I have finally decided to pen down what actually goes on inside my head. The last time I thought of writing this I got as close as registering myself with one of the myriad blogging sites, only to be scared off by a tutorial designed by a nuclear physicist, and an excruciatingly slow internet connection.
This is an important step forward for a person like me , because far, far in the future, in the time-less fight between right and wrong, both sides are going to end up killing each other off, and its people like me who shall be left to pick up the pieces and start over. So I can comfortably say that in a period of 30-40 years from now, all this will actually matter. What was that about the meek inheriting the earth? Whoever said it probably didn’t know which side to stick to, and ended up straight down the middle, staring down the barrel of a gun on one side, cannon on his rear, and yes, no inheritance in sight. Which is why it’s better not to be going around thinking too much, and coming up with things that can only get you into trouble.
Ok, now I’m rambling, which I must soon bring to a halt before it goes any further (especially regarding the cannon).
This journal is going to be my view of the world outside, the way I look at things, some of them so mundane most of us just take them for granted every single day, some of them past experiences and realizations that have helped put an entirely new spin on the way I think, and how I’ve ended up this way. So the first thing to logically do would be to talk about, you guessed it, myself.
My name is Jayanth Subramanian (that’s right it ends with an ‘N’, not an ‘M’), and unlike what a friend of mine thinks, I do NOT come from a place called South India. There is no such place. It’s like saying people who come from India speak Indian and wear Indian clothes and eat Indian food. It all doesn’t exist. Period.
There’s this short interlude in the beginning of my life like the Bourne series, where the lead character has no idea where he is or what he’s doing stuck in the middle of the ocean on a boat. Similarly all I know is that I was born in the city of Coimbatore and then next thing you know it, my family and I are in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia! Not on a boat though. And there on begins the story of my life. You could make a film on it, if you wanted, and it would be called MNIJS, which, agreed isn’t as catchy a name as you’d think, but more on that later.
Then again, this isn’t going to be all biographical and nostalgic, I haven’t exactly gotten old and experienced in years (unfortunately people think that I have) to be dictating to the rest of the world and expect it all to be lapped up without question or comment. So feel free to express your complete disbelief, absolute shock or whole-hearted agreement, or any other human feeling you might want to give vent to with respect to whatever I decide to write out here. And I might actually bother about it. Or not. Mostly the latter.
To a new beginning!
(Clink!)
This is an important step forward for a person like me , because far, far in the future, in the time-less fight between right and wrong, both sides are going to end up killing each other off, and its people like me who shall be left to pick up the pieces and start over. So I can comfortably say that in a period of 30-40 years from now, all this will actually matter. What was that about the meek inheriting the earth? Whoever said it probably didn’t know which side to stick to, and ended up straight down the middle, staring down the barrel of a gun on one side, cannon on his rear, and yes, no inheritance in sight. Which is why it’s better not to be going around thinking too much, and coming up with things that can only get you into trouble.
Ok, now I’m rambling, which I must soon bring to a halt before it goes any further (especially regarding the cannon).
This journal is going to be my view of the world outside, the way I look at things, some of them so mundane most of us just take them for granted every single day, some of them past experiences and realizations that have helped put an entirely new spin on the way I think, and how I’ve ended up this way. So the first thing to logically do would be to talk about, you guessed it, myself.
My name is Jayanth Subramanian (that’s right it ends with an ‘N’, not an ‘M’), and unlike what a friend of mine thinks, I do NOT come from a place called South India. There is no such place. It’s like saying people who come from India speak Indian and wear Indian clothes and eat Indian food. It all doesn’t exist. Period.
There’s this short interlude in the beginning of my life like the Bourne series, where the lead character has no idea where he is or what he’s doing stuck in the middle of the ocean on a boat. Similarly all I know is that I was born in the city of Coimbatore and then next thing you know it, my family and I are in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia! Not on a boat though. And there on begins the story of my life. You could make a film on it, if you wanted, and it would be called MNIJS, which, agreed isn’t as catchy a name as you’d think, but more on that later.
Then again, this isn’t going to be all biographical and nostalgic, I haven’t exactly gotten old and experienced in years (unfortunately people think that I have) to be dictating to the rest of the world and expect it all to be lapped up without question or comment. So feel free to express your complete disbelief, absolute shock or whole-hearted agreement, or any other human feeling you might want to give vent to with respect to whatever I decide to write out here. And I might actually bother about it. Or not. Mostly the latter.
To a new beginning!
(Clink!)
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