Saturday, December 19, 2009


Scientists discovered a "significant" amount of water- 25 gallons of it--on the moon when the Lcross satellite crashed into a crater near its south pole making a large hole 60-100 ft wide.  The water "gives future settlers something to drink, but could also be broken apart into oxygen and hydrogen. Both are valuable as rocket fuel, and the oxygen would also give astronauts air to breathe."(NYTimes)  It's sad that the moon has to be wrung dry now.  What is the future of our moon? The stray astronaut will go there for a drink of water, the space station will exploit it, and we will have all these probes making more craters on the moon.  The sea of tranquility will become like the Chicago Wal-Mart on Black Friday of 2008.

And then, the moon will be colonised.  People will fight for rights to explore it.  They will fight for the water, and our wars will reach the boundaries of our solar system. Or a new order of pilgrims will make their way there, endure the bitter, harsh realities of the moon and on the Thanksgiving days they will "cook" water. Sigh!

Monday, December 14, 2009


I located some classmates (from school) last month and we've been working overtime to close the 33-year or so gap.  We have a yahoo group for our batch which has taken over my life the last couple of weeks.   We are teenagers all over again.  The set up at our school was kinda funny.  It was a co-ed but the classrooms seated the boys and girls in segregated sections. Boys and girls did not talk to each other. I spent my entire school life pretending boys did not exist. Now, on the website, the string of posts started by the boys are continued by the boys and the girls respond to each other. Its déjà vu all over again, as Berra would say.  A 33yr old classroom reconstructed in cyberspace!   60% of my classmates are doctors, and the rest are engineering grads. ! There is an odd journalist and one stay-at home-mom (me).

Wednesday, December 9, 2009


I always wondered what inspired people to write.  I have come to the conclusion that people that have a stable home have nothing to say.  If one's life followed a predictable course of events what would one write about?  Most writers of good fiction are traumatized, nervous wrecks or under the influence of drugs.  Look at Shirley  Jackson.  Her "The Lottery" was a masterpiece, but I was sick for a week after I read it.  Who would write such a story?  She had a happy enough life with a husband and four children and found writing relaxing.  But then, she also had anxieties, so many that she had to seek therapy.  Is the abnormal mind, stuck between the rational and the unstable, the real author?  Would the Beatles have written anything worth listening to if they were not drowning in LSD?  There are millions of books to read, millions of people that write--of hope and despair, of love and hate, of social conscience and apathy, of philosophy, religion and science, of history, of the future and I alone find nothing to say.  I must be the happiest, sanest person ever.  Yes?

Monday, December 7, 2009


Sreya thinks I should have my own blog.  What I will blog about, I don't know.  Movie reviews are safe enough.  It's appropriate that I begin my blog with a review of 2012 --the movie is about new beginnings and fresh starts.  However, it was a major torture to see a "blow"-by-"blow" account of the world disintegrating. 2 and a half hours of a movie without a bad guy, but a lot of twits!! What was even worse was to see creation (including artwork!) saved in a modern version of Noah's Ark (or was it Noah's fleet of Arks?). I mean, all that story for some Christian laughs? I thought only Mel Gibson and Tom Cruise would think of such a plot. (Not a compliment.) Not to miss the number one on the poster shaped like the sword of the Crusades.  There were only two lighter moments in the whole movie: a desperate attempt to start a car before realizing that its ignition is voice activated, and the clear ringtone of a cellphone playing "main agar kahoon" from "Om Shanti Om" over the screams of women and the roar of the tsunami.
Conclusion: it was a combination of a WWII movie without the Germans and Moonraker