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Pissed, And How

So, ten days after I buy the DVD-writer, it conks out. This morning, I put in a blank CD to burn my collection of Studio Ghibli albums. Nero goes to 100%, and then, while writing the lead-out, there was some kind of error, and I had one more CD to add to my pile of burnt-but-not-quite-well-done discs. Then the fun begins. I put in another blank CD to burn the same files again. Disc not Detected. Another. Disc not detected. Close Nero, and insert a data disc. Disc not Detected yet again, and can you please stop making my light blink so much, it hurts, says the DVD Writer.

Snarl.

Deep breath. Change cables. Try again. Doesn’t work. Change from secondary slave to secondary master. Doesn’t work. Check same configuration with year-old DVD drive. Works. Conclusion: One Ten-day old drive, used four times, dead.

So I took the receipt, packed the drive and brought it over to the office. Got the sysadmin to try it on his machine. Same symptoms, it detects the drive at first, then after I try to burn a CD, it kicks the bloody bucket.

Took an hour’s leave from the office and went over to Messrs Railton Computers, SP Road. Twenty rupees and five traffic jams later, I find the bloody shop closed. ‘Shop will open tomorrow i.e 26th April’ is what a printout at the front reads.

I am pissed. I really am. I am so pissed that if you come near me now, you would probably gag at the smell of ammonia and lose your lunch. I am so pissed that…that…that I can’t think of anything else to explain how pissed I am. You will have to take my word for it.

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Ah, well, pissiness down by a few degrees, because of – TADA! – vijucat‘s package which arrived at the Hyderabad office today morning. Thankfully, Chandru picked it up for me, the guard indeed had no idea who Mr. Beatzo Phreniac was. Vijay-sir, all I can say is Thank You, Thank You, Arigato Gozaimas, the stuff rocks.

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Ah, and I got Preacher in the mail just now, all 70 issues snug in a box. Yippeee!!! I am not pissed at all, as of now. Will just wait until tomorrow, and get the DVD-writer fixed.

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GAK! Got a mail from fabmall, which says:

Now, at long last, the ultimate Far Side book has arrived as a hefty, deluxe, two-volume slipcased set. Printed in full-color on specially milled paper, The Complete Far Side is a lavish production that takes its place alongside collector’s-edition art books

Rs 5,564/- (21% off) Buy Now

Ok. That’s it. I think I am dying of sensory overload.

Hold on, I had an epiphany, one of these deep things that flash in front of you before you die. I think today just proved the Law of Averages as applied to my life.

Right, off to die now.

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A link-encrusted post

I love Charles Addams. He’s one of the few cartoonists with a truly macabre sense of humour – there’s Gary Larson, there’s the mindbogglingly brilliant Bunny Suicides, there’s Jhonen Vasquez with Johnny The Homicidal Maniac – but Addams came much before all of them, and his cartoons can still make you laugh and cringe at the same time.

Now I had seen Charles Addams’ primarily through Dell paperbacks picked up at various second-hand bookshops. While these books were printed on fairly high quality paper, I was always bothered about why the reproduction of those little pen and ink masterpieces was so blurry. At times, you had to squint really hard to figure out what the picture was all about. The tones would bleed into each other – the general appearance was that Addams liked his work very dark and hard-to-figure-out-unless-you-looked-carefully types.

But today, I realised why the Dell paperbacks of Addams’s work was that way. It was because they were reprints of oversized hardcover books, which were abso-freakin-lutely gorgeous. The artwork on these books was crisp and required no squinting.

Now how do I know this, you wonder? Because I picked up a first edition hardcover copy of Charles Addams’s Black Maria today, for only a hundred rupees.

And I also re-found the soundtrack to Ocean’s Twelve. And I bought the complete run of Preacher (1-66, and some specials) for $82.10, which includes shipping ( the seller refunded part of the shipping charges to me because he could ship it cheaper), and the remaining run of Swamp Thing Vol 2 ( issues 45-171), also for 83$. There was a sale on at secondspin.com and I ordered a 3-disc collector’s edition of Dario Argento‘s Suspiria and a ten-volume collection of Sonny Chiba movies for the grand price of 23$. My credit card is moaning rather loudly right now, so I will let it sleep for a while. Six months. No, three. Erm, let’s see.

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Reading Prince of Ayodhya by Ashok Banker. I had already formed a very bad opinion about the book after reading a couple of pages at Odyssey quite sometime ago; and the Terrible Attitude of the writer towards negative reviewers – contentedbloke‘s Amazon review, to be precise. But curiousity got the better of me, and so…

What IS this guy trying to do? He seems to be rewriting the Ramayana as a fantasy novel, terrible plot twists and Dark Lords and Joseph Campbell fundaes intact. Which is not a bad thing at all, we have had enough of watered-down grandmother’s tales – and I cannot think of any English version of the Ramayana which is long enough – there have always been bits and stories chopped away,unlike the Mahabharata, which has the Kishori Mohan Ganguli version as the definitive retelling.

It would have been a good thing, except for the fact that Mr Ashok K Banker is what one might indelicately describe as a hack. One might also call him a Tolkien-wannabe, but that would be a serious insult to Tolkien. He’s at best a Robert Jordan-wannabe, and let me tell you, I don’t like Robert Jordan at all. I think Robert Jordan is a Tolkien-wannabe, and at times a Robert E Howard-wannabe, like when he is writing Conan The Barbarian fan-fiction ( It’s of course a tragedy of sorts that people like Robert Jordan manage to get their fan-fiction published, and then go on making a career out of even more badly written fan-fiction).

Oh my gosh, the language. At the beginning of the book, Ashok K Banker says – “I simply used the way I speak, an amalgam of English-Hindi-Urdu-Sanskrit, and various terms from Indian languages. I deliberately used anachronisms like the term ‘abs’ or ‘morph’ because these were how I referred to these events.” This unique methodology yields sentences like this: “The red-beaded rudraksh mala around his neck , all marked him for a hermit returning from a long, hard tapasya. His gaunt face and deep-set eyes completed the portrait of a forest penitent, a tapasvi sadhu.” One line that makes sense to me because I am from India and know Hindi. But a fantasy reader picking up the book? “rudraksh”, “mala”, “tapasya” in one line, “tapasvi” and “sadhu” in the next – anyone would give up in disgust. I am disgusted becauuse the words don’t gel together at all, in either language.

Some more samples: “It was familiar with creatures that changed their bhes-bhav at will.” “In the bright light of the purnima moon, he could see the helmeted heads and speartips of the night watch patrolling the south grounds, moving in perfect unison in the regular rhythmic four-count pattern of a normal chowkidari sweep.” I mean, come on!!! “Purnima moon”??? What’s wrong with saying “full moon”? Does it make the full moon less exotic to be called “full” rather than “purnima”? Besides, the English equivalent is not “purnima”, it’s “poornima”, which tells me that Ashok K Banker’s Hindi is as seriously fucked-up as his English.

The dialogue – oh, boy oh boy, it’s that perfect B-movie screenplay that will never be made. Probably if you translate the lines spoken by the protagonists word for word into Hindi, you will get the same pompous mish-mash that’s the staple in our hallowed Ramanand Sagar-sir’s serials. For instance –

“It looked like a giant vulture. That round head, long hooked beak, that hunched back. But there was something odd about the body. It was broader than a bird, differently shaped, almost like a -”

“A man? A giant man-vulture, is that what it looked like, young novice?”
Young novice. George Lucas can get away with “You’ve done well, Young Padawan” in every other line, and that makes Mr Ashok K Banker feel he can too. Well, George Lucas is a multimillionaire, and he can get his characters to say whatever he pleases. You, on the other hand, young Ashok K Banker, have a lot to learn. Young novice. Humph.

Mr Ashok K Banker also says, at the beginning: “I based every section, very scene, every character’s dialogues and acctions on the previous Ramayanas, be it Valmiki, Kamban, Tulsidas, or Vyasa, and even the various Puranas.” In the first chapter, he has Rama do things like scan his bedchamber “with the sharpness of a panther with the scent of stag in its nostrils”, and carry a yard and a half of Kosala steel in his hand and do acrobatic martial asanas, while breathing in the pranayam style (whatever that means) while the Dark Lord Ravana sends him subliminal messages saying things like – “You will watch your birth-mother savaged beyond recognition, your clan-mothers and sisters impregnated by my rakshasas, your father and brothers eaten while still alive etc etc blah blah blah, oh, and yeah, the samay chakra, your sacred wheel of time, will repeat the cycle of birth and suffering infinitely.”

Wow. That’s all I can say. The last time I heard lines like this was while watching this film called Rudraksh. I wonder which version of the Ramayana that scene was based on.

Oh, great, now they have started talking about the Last Great Asura War. I am going to give this book thirty minutes more of my time, and then bid this fanfic writer a nighty-night.

Afterword: The stuff above was written last night. I read for about 15 more minutes, and gave up. Watched Stephen Chow’s Fight Back To School 2, a nice comedy that washed away the dregs of frustration brought about by PoA. I think these US publishers are really smart people – they have refused to release the subsequent books in the series until Banker cleans up his act (i.e his writing), and he refused. A vriddha dog can hardly learn new tricks, after all.

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A Happy Bihu for me

So yesterday was Rongali Bihu, the Axomiya New Year, and a holiday in the office. The upside – an unexpected break. The downside – everybody else I know were still at work. It’s a rare day when such a thing happens, so I ended up doing some…oddball things.

I cleaned up the kitchen in the morning. The place was being shared by the three of us with the denizens of the night – quite a few of them, I found out, because as I lifted a plate that hadn’t been washed since the Dwápar Yuga, a family of cockroaches scurried away. I let them go. I didn’t want to start the New Year with any genocidal activity. Scrubbed the dishes, cleaned up the garbage ( genocide was out of the question, but emigration was still possible), wiped the grime out of the stove and the cupboards – all to the tune of Trickbaby.

Quick decision-making time – do I stay at home and swig packets of Appy and watch Futurama until my brain explodes, or do I go out and get undone things done? Spent five minutes laughing at myself for even considering the first option, and headed out. Quick stop at National Market, just for kicks. And found…stuff. War-dance-inducing, Sinful stuff. Tra la la. Hopped into the office ( you’ll notice my unnatural mental perseverance at this point, because instead of heading home straight, I was taking a roundabout way. Prolonging the pleasure, they call it ), did hasty monetary calculations – and..

Oh wait, did I tell you about the hard disk crash that happened on Sunday? Graaah. Music most painstakingly downloaded was gone, GONE! And what was that they said about unheard sounds being sweeter? Ever since I lost those albums, there is this urge, more than ever, to listen to Ornella Vanoni singing L’Appuntamento ( That’s from the Ocean’s Twelve OST, one of the best albums I’ve heard this year, though the movie tried so hard to be over-smart it collapsed under the weight of its own setup, and the combined coolness of the (ahem) actors ). GRAAH! I can’t find the album anywhere now, suprnova.org having collapsed a long time ago, and the rest of the sites are all underground, and with seedless torrents. I swear, if I see this in any of the stores, I am buying it. No second thoughts there.

So that’s what happened, about 10 GB of stuff vanished – because I didn’t have them backed up. I generally do that by writing CDs and passing them on to Sasi or Vasu, who are smart enough to make copies for themselves. So anytime we lose anything, the other guy’s copy comes to the rescue. That’s foolproof, let me tell you. But what happened was – my CD-writer crashed sometime in October, so no backups since then.

Which brings us back to, boo hoo hoo, my plans for the day, and I decided to find my way to SP Road and buy myself a device that will allow my Hard disk to be backed up periodically, in short, a DVD-writer. Boy oh boy, SP Road was a mess, both in terms of the locality and prices. Didn’t really have much to bargain, because every freaking dealer was quoting the same, and once or twice, they even said “VAT” and made me sneer impudently.One of these impudent sneers of mine seemed to work, got a Samsung drive at a price I could call decent, but still 300 Rs more than what the dealers in Hyderabad are charging for it, as I found out. But what the heck, I OWN A DVD-WRITER!!!

Right. Now the problem was, the dealers now tried to overcharge me on blank DVDs. No deal, because I had already asked for prices at National Market, so I went back. The guy at Amith went a little pale when he saw me there – there must have been a lot of faulty discs among the ones I bought, for me to be back there so soon, or so he thought. Picked up some blanks, and found a couple more movies, making the man a lot happier. Nice!

The evening was spent in Commercial Street, where a nice time was had by one and all – partly because of a Book Fair in the wilderness, and a Singin’ In The Rain moment. *snicker*

And at night, when the world slept around me, I watched Sin City, mouthing Marv’s lines and Dwight’s and Hartigan’s and grinning every second. With two packets of butter-pepper flavoured popcorn, Appy and Soan Papdi. I have a feeling it’s going to be a Great New Year for this Axomiya guy. Woo Hoo!

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