White noise is a random signal (or process) with a flat power spectral density. In other words, the signal's power spectral density has equal power in any band, at any center frequency, having a given bandwidth. White noise is considered analogous to white light which contains all frequencies.

Who am I?

Neo-hippie cinephile. Follower of the great Jim Morrison who once said "If the doors of perception are cleansed, everything would appear to man as it truly is, infinite."

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Closure

It's been so long that Blogspot's changed her Dashboard, much like the Blue Lady - the rainbow colors, when the sun storms off like a Diva with all her light, plus the flexibility of 255 RGB component values so that you don't have to whine about not getting your mera wallah turquoise or whatever exotic color strokes your artistic ego. The Blue Lady has hit puberty - the 30K smear on her track record, and as if to exhibit her newfoundstatus, proudly juts out the scar on her rear end. Ahem...is this a family blog??

I am doing it. Tiptoeing behing the White Rabbit down the hole, past uneaten mushrooms of the corporate world and escaping from an evil Red Queen with a carnal love for voleyball, not chess. Did Gandhiji ever play chess, I mean it is war you know and does involve violence? I just don't want to end up like Alice one day and realize I had fallen asleep at some planning meeting and dreamt the whole thing up. So, after milking the mushroom making corporations off bittersweet honey, till the last possible date, the Blue Lady and I set out for the 'Promised' Land with stars in our eyes and a scholarship and a loan on our minds to be taught art by guys who have IMDB profiles.

The apartment's almost emtpy. The W's gone. So has 42 with her musicians. The slut's adorning the wall of some other least suspecting parsimonious technophile, but for how long? It's just me and this screen, where the dreams look smaller, and the black leather recliner that has the gait of a man beliegured by piles as it opens up its leg rest - one that is literally sticking to me with its leather skin in this heat with a severe but of Stockholm Syndrome. And Agastya! Yeah, he is back again. I carry him to work. Don't talk to him there, but I guess we are in that comfort zone now where we just don't need to talk. This sort of line and behaviour would probably piss the f!@# outta him. He would probably secretly nickname me Chipku or Sweaty Leather or something and avoid me like the Madna plague, but whattodo, I am the sole King of this unfurnished pad now! He has no choice but to lie next to me on a discomforter and a sleeping bag, and watch the bugs sample me for a late night snack and imagine watching my 72 mm dreams, projected onto the opposite wall where 42 used to be. Adios.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Good luck!

ArSENik said...

Thanks!

ad libber said...

There was a verse which would have been perfect for this comment, but I have gone and forgotten it as usual, so yay, have fun :)

Mala said...

Wish you all the best.

ArSENik said...

Thanks Mala.

C. Asassin said...

Fortune favors the brave,

Godspeed!

Anonymous said...

Aage Ki Shundor Din Kathaitam

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