hints, allegations and things left unsaid...
A cock and bull story
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Today, the impudent moon once again tried; rather vainly, to eclipse the medium sized star largely responsible for life on Earth (and also perhaps, among other things, for triggering a long chain of interrelated events that spawned off the human species, which in turn ensured that I could write this blog post and digress). I say vainly because here in India, only about 1/6th of the Sun was eclipsed. The Sun must've felt rather apologetic for the duration of the phenomenon; for here it looked like a glowing cookie which had been bitten off by a teething toddler. The episode lasted for about 1/12th a day, and about 1/4th of the nation was in a position to witness it.
By dint of some queer cosmic design, I had the misfortune of being stranded at home. I tended to the extremely taxing chore of playing a couch potato. I usually surf the WWW, but today I surfed the tele in the hope of catching the eclipse telecast live. I had expected Discovery and National Geographic to have exclusive programming to cover the phenomenon. I was mistaken. It seems that the channels are well cognizant of the fact that bored housewives (the only ones watching the tele at noon other than couch potatoes, drowsy overfed pet dogs and insomniacs looking for a quick fix) would rather entertain themselves by viewing the immensely engaging episode of a 5 year old soap that chronicles the predicable plight of a fictitious bahu set in an Indian household that they (bored housewives et. al.) are supposed to relate to – I guess for the same reasons that you would read Nancy Drew Files instead of Encyclopedia Britannica.
The news channels decided to make up for the quasi-educational channels’ shortsighted programming omission. The entire bouquet of the 10 odd news channels that vie for your attention these days on cable, took up the subject in right earnest. As a mere celestial event the eclipse holds nothing for their target audience (bored housewives et. al.) and so most of them – the Hindi ones in particular, decided to color it heavily with astrology, mythology and the entire gamut of all that cannot be scientifically proven. They went to great lengths; like inviting astrologers that kept us thoroughly entertained with their balderdash, remedies for “ill-effects” of the eclipse (I can think of none other than retinal burns sustained as a result of staring into the sun directly) and other ignorant humbug while the moon zipped past in its orbit wondering what was all the fuss about.
Anyways, a propitious day such as one today must be put to a good use. I therefore bid adieu to this blog and will shortly start a new one at deepakg.com. The archives here will stay for as long as blogger doesn’t mind them.
And oh if I cannot blog regularly enough; blame it on the brain damage I sustained from watching the TV on a lazy afternoon.
With the recent rains in Bangalore, I hope that we’ve simply skipped over Summers in the usual cycle of seasons. In any case Spring must be bidden adieu.
And thus; in a moment of Douglas Adams induced inspiration, so long and thanks for all the flowers!
My yearning for a few quiet moments to myself had taken me to Talacauvery recently. I got little quiet, no moments to myself and a few pictures. In retrospect, it feels that it was a yearning for some new shots that had taken me there. Perhaps one should seek peace within, or during those fleeting moments when the finger depresses the shutter, the ears cock up in expectation of the sweet sound of its release and the eyes make minor adjustments to the light hitting the retina in anticipation of a quick preview on the camera LCD.
p.s. Water doubles the crowd.
Taken on a cold day in London when the clouds and the weather (the two usually collude) could not make up their mind on whether it should rain or should the sky be allowed to sport a bald patch of blue or if the sun should be permitted to make its obligatory smalltalk.
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