Archive for October, 2012

October 31, 2012

RIP

October 31, 2012

Travel

October 29, 2012

Holy

October 29, 2012

The man who fell to earth

October 29, 2012

October 29, 2012

Impossible cool

October 15, 2012

“The thing is, he probably has…what, two, three years of schooling in him? He can read and write, but he doesn’t get what he’s read. He’s half-baked. The country is full of people like him, I’ll tell you that. And we entrust our glorious parliamentary democracy”—he pointed at me—”to characters like these. That’s the whole tragedy of this country.”

He sighed.

“All right, Balram, start the car again.”

That night, I was lying in bed, inside my mosquito net, thinking about his words. He was right, sir—I didn’t like the way he had spoken about me, but he was right.

“The Autobiography of a Half-Baked Indian.” That’s what I ought to call my life’s story.

Me, and thousands of others in this country like me, are half-baked, because we were never allowed to complete our schooling. Open our skulls, look in with a penlight, and you’ll find an odd museum of ideas: sentences of history or mathematics remembered from school textbooks (no boy remembers his schooling like one who was taken out of school, let me assure you), sentences about politics read in a newspaper while waiting for someone to come to an office, triangles and pyramids seen on the torn pages of the old geometry textbooks which every tea shop in this country uses to wrap its snacks in, bits of All India Radio new bulletins, things that drop into your mind, like lizards from the ceiling, in the half hour before falling asleep—all these ideas, half formed and half digested and half correct, mix up with other half-cooked ideas in your head, and I guess these half-formed ideas bugger one another, and make more half-formed ideas, and this is what you act on and live with.

The story of my upbringing is the story of how a half-baked fellow is produced.

But pay attention, Mr. Premier! Fully formed fellows, after twelve years of school and three years of university, wear nice suits, join companies, and take orders from other men for the rest of their lives.

Entrepreneurs are made from half-baked clay.

[Th White Tiger, Aravind Adiga]

October 15, 2012

I’m Shakin’

October 11, 2012

October 10, 2012

Think geek!

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