Saturday, November 12, 2005

The last few days have been spent almost entirely in front of the computer.......endless hours, sliced away by some thief of time.......and still my term papers remain incomplete. Most uncertain I am as to whether they will ever infact be completed, and the uncertainty of incompletion is driving me to certain and complete unhappiness. In fact, I think the word I am looking for is disconsolate.
I am disconsolate because I have realized I cannot submit anything within a deadline (there goes my future as a brilliant business administrator). I am disconsolate because I have also realize I cannot come up with anything imaginative/original (yaaargh, there goes my future as the shining spark on the Indian cultural scene). I am disconsolate because though I have written as much as fifteen hundred sparkling words on Oedipus Rex, the summation of what I have written is *nothing*. It's as if I have the landscape descriptions for my masterpiece of a novel.....I just haven't come up with the characters or a plot line yet....sigh, how does that work out?
And then I was made most disconsolate by an anonymous-for-the-moment one who hinted that my orthography might pose problems when writing the term papers. Having duly glumped and felt sad about such unfortunately true insinuations I was reminded of my recent period of Hyderabad Blues.

Perhaps it was the lack of anything better to do that made these little variations so interesting or maybe it's just that the city is one of scattered orthographic delights. Fifteen minutes after I entered the city and crossed the Hotel Fish-Land (quite a blaring welcome sign *that* seemed to this blogsick fish) I noticed a sign which read Picnic Dhoaba (interesting concept, getting your laundry done while you eat I suppose, for the uninitiated, dhoba sounds like the bengali word for washerman). Further on there were the notices which read "do not through litter on the platforms". And food items were inevitably spelt by some rool of the thumb....hmm....I wonder if Nizaam's has ever heard of something called a chicken rool. Of course for the elucidation of the illiterate and the truly uncouth (read tourists and lovers convinced their names should be inscribed for posterity) on the walls of Golconda Fort there was the edict, "No writting on the walls."

But the most delightful notice was spotted in an STD booth on the university campus. Mid delightful long distance conversation I found my attention distracted by a notice announcing that 'snacks,tea,coffee,cooldrinks' were to be found after 4pm at the canteen located "at the back said of the ladies hostel". And the last memory was of the most attractive Indian Railways notices simply headed with the words CARE FULL and ending in an admonition worthy of recollection, Your's luggage, your's responsibility.

I laughed.....until I remembered my spellings were no better anyway. Then I sobered up and went to write my term paper. Which I regret to say is even more inane than I feared. For a while this afternoon it seemed the ju-jheel (read not too shallow pond facing department) would be a most appropriate final destination for me but then I realized drowning myself for one term paper was a bit much. The other after all is due at the end of this month. That would probably be the best time to join the pond-scum.
Smart decision as it happens, otherwise I would have missed learning the greatest secret of in the history of human existence. This was passed to me this evening by the prophetic Cassandra Mortmain. We were philosophizing (read blathering) about the epics. I was telling her about some of my favorite reworkings of the Ramayana and why Ravana is notnotnot the bad guy (any one who wants to start a pro-Sri Ram rant at this point feel free...but I can substantiate my point...I may be ignorant of much but I know my myths), she was mourning about hanuman's tail catching fire when I realized that all the great epics have some things in common. I sat up and declared my epiphanic realization and was just getting all prepared to launch into a full-fledged discourse on the world's greatest epics when cassy declared most calmly and knowingly "yeeeah, they all came from the same source"
*there was a long pause while I tried to work out the geography and archaeology supporting that*
Then she shook her head, realizing I was too dimwitted to get it, and explained.......
Aliens.
should've figured!!

14 Comments:

Blogger Adroit said...

"You think too much" (Ohh there goes my career as a hypocrite psychiatrist.)

The latter of your current post reminds me of a notice that I saw on the 3rd floor of Shreeram Arcade bathroom. It read: "Toilet out of order. Please use the floor below."

10:47 AM  
Blogger Teleute said...

milan-da once handed me a bill for tea and snakes! i've been worried about what i've been eating ever since, i tell you!

11:10 AM  
Blogger the One said...

>>though I have written as much as fifteen hundred sparkling words on Oedipus Rex, the summation of what I have written is *nothing*

That, Babelfish, makes you a true student of English literature. Have you considered management?

*realises that this blog is frequented by literary types, leaves in some haste*

5:48 PM  
Blogger jaded said...

my spellings are really bad therefore am not at liberty to comment on hyderabadis! but are you sure they were referring to the "back said" of the canteen??!

and about the epic part... aliens!!!(to borrow your favourite word) sheeesh!!

11:38 PM  
Blogger Rimi said...

shono na, WHAT can you call a paper which basically explores (ahem!) the undermining of the basic fanatsy structure to give magic a precedence in mid and late 20th century pop lit? you have to work in a tempest somewhere too, since the course says " the tempest and it's aftermath".

sorry i couldn't be blindingly witty on this one :( just got off the phone with classmate (guess who *rolls eyes*) and am kinda worried...

11:43 PM  
Blogger Docs Dope said...

great blog..u write really well..

10:45 AM  
Blogger rainbeau_peep said...

1500 words !!!! Ack ack ack !!!! As George Costanza once declared,"I'm SPEECHLESS!!! I have NO speech!!"
I've racked my brains and squeezed 97 words out of sumwhere.

5:12 PM  
Blogger Dreamcatcher said...

awww, please have sympathy my computer crashed taking with it two of my assignments.
i be ruined.

5:22 PM  
Blogger Unjustified Insanity~~ said...

BLOG MEET

At Park street Barista

On 20th

3:30 PM

be there

8:05 PM  
Blogger babelfish said...

adroit : most welcome you are my dear hypochrite psychiatrist :D

teleute : rofl!

jaded : yusyus! I noted the afore"said" part with great care :D

rimi : *blink* I'm blank honey, I can't even think what my own paper is called, sorry :S

docs dope : thankyou thankyou *this I assume means you'll be back, most welcome you are here :D

rainbeau : shutupshutupshutup, abar giye ekta brilliant paper submit korle na tui bohut maar khabi!!

dreamcatcher : much, much, much sympathy....*huger than huge hug*

ui : Barista!!!!! Whose idea was this?!!!
1) I'm broke (as always)
2) I refuse to freeload, last time made me feel guilty enough
3) The place is not equipped for a gaggle of bloggers tripping on reality
Thank you for informing but due to the afore-mentioned reasons I am heart-broken yet unable to come...sniff

9:27 PM  
Blogger babelfish said...

the one : I raise my eyebrows in despair at this hypocrisy...this from someone who quotes Dickinson in reply to random comments!!!! A bit much no?

9:40 PM  
Blogger Unjustified Insanity~~ said...

@ babelfish --

#1 -- Ani's idea
#2 -- it'll be k we'll handle the mass people
#3 -- ask for some money from mom/dad.
#4 -- if u don't get money i can convince some people to pay for you and you can pay them back at the next blog meet k :)
#5 -- GET YOSELF OVER THERE OR DIEEEEEEEEE

11:08 PM  
Blogger Unjustified Insanity~~ said...

BTW don't u ever come online on MSN ???

11:09 PM  
Blogger babelfish said...

ui : No, I go online at hours when you're probably in bed and fast asleep :D
Will see about 20th :)

12:42 AM  

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