Crumble, Tumble, Rumble, Grumble

The world crumbles. I can hear it.

Will it lead to a whole new world?
Will that world be good?
Will the new crumble too
or will it stand its ground?

Will it be a political change
or will it be a mindset change?
Will it be a change of plans
or will we stare ahead with nothing in hand?
Will the new world be full of good
or will the baddies win the game?

Will this crumbling lead us anywhere
or is this that math e thing that never leads to zero?
Wait... is anything crumbling at all
or are we just hearing noises?

Bah, let it all be. Why bother?
I have a class at six o clock.
Good night, mes amis.
I go back to my dreams.

All noise and no action

I am amazed by the high quantities of Congress and BJP bashing on my wall... I don't see why many of you get angry about 2G, Adarsh or CWG and vent it out on FB...

I don't understand why today's Magazine carries articles on these and more of our 'democracy' issues.

After all, like a wise man once said, we, as a society, have only got the Government we SO deserve.

Games CEOs play

This is regarding a piece by the same title in the day's Bangalore Mirror (Sun, Dec 19, 2010).

Seems that a CEO plays Table Tennis to gain "perseverance and patience", another plays Snakes & ladders to understand that "the only person that can make you quit is you" and to top it all, a CEO of a marketing company feels "cycling helps him set targets and go after them".

As far as I knew, one played a sport to either have some fun or make it big professionally, in which case, you inch towards perfection (I guess, even this is only about fun... You tend to do some things for life because you love those things, yes?).

When you want to 'learn' stuff from every darn thing you do... I can only offer you my heartiest condolences.

Ah, I am a reductionist these days. Pity.

Meet Cruyell Corfin

Lights all around! This was an occasion... The Survivor Series! Thousands cheering.

TING.

Announcer: "Round 3. Survivor Series. Corfin vs Aswin."

Urm... this could get difficult now...

Corfin was the boxing champ from America, and he'd busted innumerable people before I met him for the championship. 19 people were knocked out in his last season and many others barely crawled out of the ring.

Corfin smiled, and I knew from the look in his eyes that he was just waiting for the referee to back out so that he could launch at me. This bloody round would go on for 1 hour 15 minutes!

Round 1 was pretty much one-sided. I should admit I was taken by surprise. I expected this guy to be no better than his cousin from Italy and champion there, Freaky Finac. I won against him pretty easily despite the hype, and I must thank my coach for that, and expected to break Corfin's nose in the first round. Within a minute in Round 1 this time, I knew I was lost. Had a punch on my left ear that floored me and missed a tooth soon afterwards. Managed to score 8 miserable points against his 50.

The referee backed out. As expected, he went for a right hand swing to my ear. Ha, you can't knock me cold with that every single time, Cruyell Corfin! I ducked out just in time and was looking for his next move. His defences were strong; so, I had to understand his attacks and find a weakness there...

Round 2 was slightly better, as in, I could walk at the end of it and my world wasn't spinning around me. It was still a below average performance from me, largely because my coach here was right plain dumb. With all my experience, I managed to block most of his attempts and even hit him on the face once. At the end of it, I knew I needed a different coach for runtime help and asked the awesome PCN to analyse the game so far. Got a few techniques and was running through them in my mind...

(...back to present moment.)

(SWING!) Duck, duck, duck! (WHIZZ!) Whew, that was close! (SWOOSH!) Ha ha, Corfin, you missed! That shot was waaay off target! Wait, where's your other ha... (BAM!) *Birds chirping* I think I just swallowed a tooth. Damn.

Where am I? Oh yeah, here he comes. Ha, he's going for the practice scenario repeat! This could be my lucky day! Come on, Corfin... ZAP! Got him, ha! Wait, he's got more up his sleeve. Block, (ZAP!), Block you useless hand (ZAP! WHAM! BANG! THUD!), Block (POW!) Block (WHAM!) Block (ZING!) Help (BANG! THUD! WHAM!) The round's (KERPOW!) over, darnit! (BOOM!) Hit (CRUNCH!) the (OUCH!) bell!

TING.

Phew...

Another round in his favour. I've to knock him out clean in the fourth and final round to get through...but the question remains... HOW!?

*To be continued*

Friends

Things I learnt in the past 24 hours :

...that I still harbour hopes on the non-single part of life.
...that I love wasting time, just to prove a point.
...that I need to buy a (good) camera soon.
...that I need to hit the gym soon (Nitrodamus: You knew this all along, Aswin.)
...that I am scared of anything I don't understand.
...that I am more valuable than I ever thought I was.
...that I place others' lives above my own... probably not everyone's, but most of them, yeah.
...that I can never get bored of reading Agatha Christie's books, how many ever times I read them.
...that I place honesty above trivial things like lives and love.

 and that I place friendship above honesty and most other things.

In the next 12 hours:

...that I am not the beacon of truth I thought I was.
...that I lie when needed.

My life is not about me

This is a beautiful but sad world...
Sad because people are about themselves,
The self, the family and friends...
But I am not about myself and that seems wrong,
because people find me disturbingly different.

I find it hard to eat at big hotels
Or participate in treats and parties
When millions can't afford a grain of rice.
I don't like to buy suits and ties
Or new dresses for every passing festival,
When there are people who can't afford clothes.
I can't ignore the people on the road.
I can't stand to see people shoo off the strays
From their food, from their selves.

My mind revolts against me if I ignore all that, but
The haves, in general, they find the situation okay.
I think they are vaccinated against empathy.
Please tell me where to get one myself
I badly need it to live up to your expectations.

Some argue that tis the fate of the poor...
That they're too lazy to work for themselves.
The haves convince themselves that the poor can die hence.
The farmers die, the hungry die, the nameless die
and no one seems to even care about it.

I am not about myself, try to understand me.
I am not about myself and I'm sure I am right,
but the world around me finds it impractical.

It's not that I don't want to lead a comfortable life, heck I do!
I just want to take everyone else with me.
I don't see any point in 'progress', ye World
when you can stay nonchalant about deaths!
There's no difference between us and the Nazis
If we can coolly brush it off and stay selfish.

Yes, call me crazy and go on, world.
How else can you convince yourself?

There is an angry young person in all of us

There is a quiet, simple listener 

Who masquerades as me.

While the crazy angry young man,

who, by the way, is really me

is bound inside for good.

Chains, steel, vacuum and hell...

they keep him imprisoned - But

at times, defying all that,

He breaks free from the mental shell.

I hate to think of those times

When I've let myself be;

I've razed down attitudes and ambitions

to the very ground without a thought.

I've kept that just but angry guy

Under chains for quite some time,

To those who seem to throw him a bone,

I've stopped talking altogether, I tell you.

I want the angry young man to leave me alone, 

but he wouldn't go until the world improves, 

Till the world hails those who are happy with

getting their needs, their dreams and love.

Till the world rejects hate, greed and mindlessness.

The day's world, however, eggs him on;

Coz 'tis all about stomping on others' dreams

Hurting people at their own whim 

and calling it Attitude.

Looking down upon the satisfied, 

terming it lack of 'Ambition', 

When fun is to hurt another, and 

Undermining their dreams and one's own.

I know this is a terrible trend, 

but people don't think so.

They praise attitudes and ambitions and all things vile,

Even if they themselves are torn down by them.

I don't understand why there are so many lies,

So much of greed, so much mistrust.

So much of value for money and time,

God's new ploy after Babel, perhaps.

I want the angry young man to leave me alone.

I even plead to him once in a while.

"The world is good", I argue with him,

He just laughs at me.

PS: Intentional damage to rules and order could be seen throughout the length of this post.

Crossovers - the stepping stones

[ This is in response to Aditya's very interesting post in the Literary Review <<< kilick there]

To begin with, I think his concerns are all understandable and genuine. I also think they are too ideal, given  the current scenario.

At the moment, I feel that there is a definite choice in front of most writers aspiring to be the next phenomenon in the Indian literary world. They can either choose to write good books OR they can choose to focus on making it a best seller. Hold your horses, folks, let me explain that a bit.

Getting both the factors right is what makes a great writer - totally agree, but we know that we have a minority there (relative to the size of the market). The majority, on the other hand, have to choose between the two - based on several factors...their principles, necessities, aspirations, abilities etc.

...and yea, why do people have to choose between these two factors and not any other?

Because that is the mindset of the Indian readership, or so it seems. I get this strange feeling that writers like Amitav Ghosh are more famous outside India than inside. Seven out of ten people I know wouldn't know him. On the other hand, books that are in the 'light reading' category have proved to be far more penetrative in the Indian market in the last decade or so. I feel that a mature market should not only have had an inverse trend, but should also have made it a no-contest in favour of the former (if it comes to a fight). The right question to ask here, I believe, is not if 'light reading' is a healthy trend, but if this is a trend that is here to stay.

Publishing houses want their books to sell - after all, they run a business. So, they choose to publish books that could cater to the 'reading masses' and not the elite. It is the responsibility of publishers to take the industry forward, yes, but is India ready to absorb serious lit? Publishers feel that we are not ready (going by their decisions) and I can only agree. Very few people in our country buy Nietzsche, but a lot more have bought 'the monk who sold his ferrari' (pathetic choice of books, sorry)

But will this new trend last? Will the generations that grow with this trend stick with the same forever? I think it is obvious in a sense that this will not be the case. These questions sound more to me like Justin Bieber taking on the Beatles... or something equally silly. The point is, they are different markets, and one leads the listener to another, in one or more ways.

What we witness now, according to me, is the transition from a non-market to a mass-market - and only a transition, to reiterate. It is a part of the growing up phase and a very necessary one at that. I am not saying that 'light reading' will fade out eventually - it will not, but as we go further down the road, people will want to read better books. Stepping stones are very often failures, yes, but they are the ones that lead us to success. The current phase has the potential to make that grown up phase a lot more attractive for everyone.

Transitions have never lasted forever, and here's hoping that the Indian Publishing industry will not be an exception.

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"It suggests a basic lack of belief that quality books can be written by Indian authors — or an inability to recognise them. "

I really don't think so. The statement looks at the supply side alone. The availability of quality component does not mean that a manufacturer will go for them. He will go for them only if the market is ready to acknowledge and buy them.

"To try to ‘bridge the divide' is to get on a bridge to nowhere. The galling element here is not that you are arriving at mediocrity — there's no shame in that — but that you were aiming at it."

There is no point expecting people to buy a heavy reading, when over the years, they have not. If it's really that bad a book, it wouldn't sell at all, yes? If anything, seeing mediocre books on the shelves can only encourage the good writers out there to come out of their shells, which is good.

PS: All this is based on the fact that publishing, today, is just another business and not a medium that shapes generations and histories.

Commonwealth games records...

A: "Arey, can't wait to see how many records will be toppled at CWG this year..."
B: "Will the archers set a new national record?"
C: "Will the shooters break their own old records?"

News: "Yamuna rises to new heights, beats 32 year old record..."

Whistle adi maamu!

We, the Chennai Super Kings, were runners-up in 2008, semifinalists in 2009 and are, of course, the current IPL champions. We may have had a lot of records behind us and might have some of the best talents in the world in our line up, but never have we been the juggernaut that we now are.

Let's start with the side-effects of IPL3. Murali Vijay is no longer just 'some guy'. Nor is R.Ashwin just another tall, lanky lad playing domestic cricket. With Balaji bowling mostly in the right areas, Bollinger making each spell a lesson for future generations and Muralitharan having a whole lot of fun, what has traditionally been CSK's biggest weakness - bowling - doesn't look like one anymore. It is, if anything at all, a strength! Even the usually 'expensive-in-yellow, awesome-in-green' Albie isn't doing that badly with the ball at home.

The batting line up has proved to be every other team's nightmare over the three years. Hayden, while doing well in the practice match, hasn't been doing well in the two tourney matches. But we know that one innings is all it will take for him to bounce back into the game - and who better than Victorians to dismantle? 

Another option would be to bring in Mr.Cricket in Hayden's place, and the Oz side would do well to remember what he did to an awesome bowling side in Pakistan at the T20 World Cup. Vijay and Badri, to be honest, are performing beyond all expectations, while Anirudh has shown that he can be quite destructive on his day. Need I say about Dhoni, "whack, thwack, thank you mac" Albie or... ahem, Suresh Raina?

Watching Wayamba reduced to their very foundations was awesome, not that I am sadistic or anything. Looking at the four batsmen all padded up and all eager to get on the field next when Raina was hitting carrom balls out of the park, I could see the hunger you don't even get to see in a national side usually. Nearly every moment with more than three CSK players in the frame was an example of team unity and understanding. Really cannot ask for much more as a fan.

Some say that CSK only beat the minnows... Wayamba and Stags. If you ask me, I'd say that they were made to look like minnows by the likes of Raina. In any case, looking at what's next, the Vic Bushrangers are a very strong unit and so are the home team, the Warriors from the Eastern provinces. It will be interesting to see if we can hold our ground against them. 

Personally, I think there is one weakness in bringing in Hussey against Vic. Are Vijay and Anirudh really capable of opening against an attack led by Nannes, Harwood/Siddle and McKay? This contest might as well decide who gets the early advantage when the two teams meet on Saturday... that is, if Hussey comes in instead of Hayden and not Morkel. If we go in with the current squad, of which there is an equal (if not more) probability, we have to ensure we get 120 to 150 in the 12 overs which are not bowled by Nannes and McKay and push those two around for ones, twos and the occasional thwacks.

In all, I can't wait! Keep winning guys! We are behind you, no matter what!

The several phases of the first term...

Jun 21 to 29, 2010: The "Now is when I should start studying!" phase

Entering a college after three years, what with that being ranked as one of the best in India... The 'Cream of the country' had a rough time on an average, with people made to run around all day and night-the Orientation week. "I came here to study, I don't have time for these things", many people tell you - Awesome, you think. Real people who want to study! You wonder if you could be like that, like ever! Then, classes start on the 28th. You do the readings for the first day and walk in to the class with your head held high, thinking 'Heck, I am a padips...'

Yes, the phase lasts for a mere two days from there.

Jun 30 2010 till sometime in late July 2010: The "Tomorrow is when I'll start studying" phase

Amidst assignments, classes, cases and stuff, You forget that you have books to read. You'd always want to hit the bed or read some novel, wondering when you'll start writing your book. People study all night and you watch sitcoms all night. This is the phase you are branded as belonging to a particular set of students, some groups being DMLs (merit list fellows), studs, dark horses, cool dudes and dumbos. And oh, this is the phase when most people begin to stop attending phone calls.

Sometime in July to mid August 2010: The "... .... When will I start studying?" phase

Mid terms come running at you and you are nowhere near prepared. The guys who had put all-nighters till date continue to do so and that scares you a bit. The 'Will I Pass?' syndrome attacks you and you frantically search for your books and decide that you'll be better prepared for the end term. You realize that you do not know what day or date it is and don't know what happens outside the stone arch campus. You also remind yourself that you should buy a high-end camera within the end of the term. The mid terms come and go and you feel that you haven't done that badly. The results come and tell you that you did badly. You calculate your Return on investment to be near infinity (near zero investment) and convince yourself that you are better than the others. The branding into the dumbo group is near complete.

Mid August 2010 to  September 7 2010: The "... .... .... Will I start studying?" phase

Whatay! The term is almost over and all my resolutions to study are down the drain. You've already bunked several classes and you strategise your attendance for the rest of the term. You realize that you attended all the classes in, at max, one subject and you're not confident about that subject either. You realize that you've learnt a lot, which you'd have done anyway, even if you had not come here. In fact, you had read more about Organisations and Economics before coming here. You curse the system and say it should be more practical and more an environment for 'learning', at least at this level. Group projects, presentations,individual assignments, presentations and ta da, you are at the gate of the end term examinations. 

Oh, You should probably get back to that finacc group case. Bye bye.

September 8, 2010 - Sep 12, 2010: ??? 

*To be updated*

When Silence speaks out loud...

There are some things you want to tell the world about, and at the same time you don't want anyone to know...
There is the time you want to shout, cry, laugh and go crazy; at the same time, you just cut yourself out of everything...
You know you've the best friends in the world; yet you are not ready to trust one other soul with your heart...
You know that your life hasn't begun yet; but in a way, it is already over.

Crazy ideas here, crazy ideas there; You know you can, but you don't.
You know you can, my friend; but you simply won't.
What's the point? Did you not give up on yourself several times before?
What are you doing here, in the place filled with people who are yet to fail?

I know... it's like getting bitten on your head by a spider and expecting the transition. 
You know that it's not going to happen, but you so badly want it to.

Ah, what the hell.






PS: I don't know where some of you guys got the idea, but heck, not every post is about girls. Well, at least not this one. With this, I am just trying to get into character for a, urm, character.

Land-marking...

If you have been a Bangalorean for more than a year, chances are that you've been to the Landmark at the Forum mall, even if you have no reading habit at all. If you are reading this now, it means that you have friends like me. Ergo, you have been at least dragged in there.

Now that my book-writing hormones are at an all time high, efficiently preventing me from doing anything else at college how much ever I try, I'm actually feeling quite low about my decision to enter a college that would keep me from working on the book idea for even a few hours without any disturbance. So, anyways, to cheer myself up, I went to the aforementioned Landmark yesterday to check out which part of it would house my future book (Yes, I know. I am pathetic!) and was I in for a shock!

I've never looked at the place this way before, so it was kinda unnerving at first to see the hundred plus books (stopped counting after 40) in the new arrivals right at the door in the first floor. Where'd my book go? Would it get noticed? If I were a random visitor, would I pick it up? Boy, it gave me the creeps. I walked in silent fear to the 'Indian Writing' section. A few major houses like Penguin, Hachette and the new-to-me Westland group hogged the place with about 20 copies of each of its books there. I could've comforted myself at the presence of so many other publishers but somehow that only told me that there was heavy competition there as well. I walked on to see more and more books amidst which mine can get lost, if published. Then, I faced my second worst fear in the book-writing sense (first being not getting my book published).

There, in front of me, were some new books scattered among old, used books at the 3 for 99 sale. What if mine gets published only to reach this place? God, I hope not! That would be even worse than not getting published. At least, in the event of not publishing it, people wouldn't be able to prove that my book wouldn't sell. Damn!

Oh wait, did I miss another quiz typing this?

Me: Drat.
Another part of me: As if you didn't plan that, mister.
Me: Ssshhhh...

A Rah-maniac looking for his dope...

A song from Kadhal Desam (1996) by AR Rahman.



While listening to this song, I was wondering about how time changes even the best of the best - AR Rahman.

The reason I posted this video rather than the thousand other awesome songs by Rahman (Ennavale, for example - Or 'punnagaiyil' from Jeans - Or... Leave it.) is because of the sequence from 4:16 to 4:33. It is kinda more awesome to me than all six songs in Endhiran (yet). But of course, you can't have an Ennavale for Thalaivar. Another thing that I'd like to highlight is the change from the sequence in the first stanza at 2:53 to 2:58...'Nijam Undhan kaadhal endraal', and how SPB ends it in the last saranam.

Haven't heard any recent song with that much pull. Mr. Harris Jeyaraj tries a lot (Vaarayo in Adhavan for example), but I don't know, he kinda fades in comparison - Or Am I just too biased? :)

Or are there no movies now-a-days that demand it from the Genius? Should Bharathiraja work on a music video with ARR (and stop right there) for the others to know what is possible from the Mozart?

In any case, I am prepared to wait.

Not just for the ears

You've never been for just my ears,
Or so I learnt today - good day this.
You are the complete people, your tunes philosophies,
With every single drum beat hitting that part of my brain.

You've helped me a lot, my dear friends.
Time and again. A million times.
Those situations you kept me distracted from,
And those situations you got me through.

Then, slowly, I got cool new friends,
And I confess, you went out of my mind.
I got on with my life - without all you guys,
Gross treachery, isn't it, of every kind.

Today, I saw you after such a while,
I erupted in joy; urm, these days, that is a little rare.
When I shared my happiness and troubles with you (all those years ago),
I realize, now, that I left a part of it there.

You remind me of my whole past life,
And all that you had been.
You also show the change in me,
Which I otherwise might not have seen.

You guys are all such awesome friends,
To have hung around - all this while - for me.
I now realize that there are always some super cool friends,
whom I'll strive all my life to deserve.

Thank you, Music, for being there for all of us - at times when others just wouldn't care.

After ages.

'Present, sir!' says the football blog.

The Five Minute Window

Detached from the world, I was in my very own shell;
I couldn't think of a future; Life and I didn't gel.
I was smiling time away; I couldn't care less.
I shut myself out from the whole worldly mess.

You! you lived in that galaxy far, far away,
Why would you care about this zero-watt soul?
But when it hit me that you could be in this city today,
Zap, zap, zap, zap! I was back in my role.

The single thought of meeting you found its way in,
even if only for five awesome minutes.
Not just a mistake, my abandon was sin.
Life is not giving up. Life is to win.

Soon, I realized that you couldn't be here,
An Ah, then an Oh, from this heart full of woe.
My mind struggled to re-adjust - it was a little weird.
For it was now filled with love and the deepest of low.

-
By someone who thinks he could also be a poet someday.

MBA, MBA...

This is about the course in general. Will this sad story change at least in the second year? Stay tuned for more info... like if I'll do it in the first place.

S No	What I thought it would be	What it is - at least for now
1	A series of lectures for each subject, well planned out, of which I can attend whatever I want.	Miss six classes and you are one grade down the CGPA hill.
2	Let the CGPA rot in hell. Who cares?	You don’t have an extra year’s tuition fee in hand, do you?
3	I don’t have to study, I have to learn. Exams would be just case studies and assignments, no?	True in the case of only one subject (communication!). What’s more, you ask? You have to write things exactly as they are given in the book to clear a couple of subjects allegedly.
4	This is for people who are sure about what they want to do with their life and are here to build on it. Yes, this course is for those who are in love with the World.	This is ideal for people who have no clue about what they want to be, even ten days after getting the MBA, leave alone years. And oh, it's still better if you are frustrated with the outside world as a whole.
5	Get a lot of friends	Please, God, let this be true.
6	Meet a lot of girls (after three years of not speaking to anyone)	The problem wasn’t exactly with the working environment at my MNC, I guess...
7	A plethora of lectures outside the regular classes that I can attend every day.	Yea yea, there are a lot of lectures, true, but there’ll be a catch that would prevent you from attending them. Every one of them.
8	Sleep a lot, keep in touch with world news, attend (real) quizzes – and lose, becoming a better writer...	Ha, Ha, Ha.

Moral of the story: Never go by hearsay. Do your own damn research. 

PS:  People tell me it's worse everywhere else. Darn. I've done it again.

Hanging people...

A few lines I wrote more than a month ago on the judgement given to Kasab and the subsequent 'hurray' across the Indian Media.

Is Death a punishment one human can give another? Or is it sensible to give any system that right? Should we do to Kasab what he did to us? Do you think that’s fair?

I don’t.

Hanging Kasab (or anyone else for that matter) is not going to scare the hell out of any terrorist anywhere in the world. People are arguing that not having the death penalty would ‘embolden’ the terrorists further. I ask, show me the trends to prove your argument. Terrorists, IMO, would be the same regardless of what we do with Kasab.

People who are shouting out loud in ‘joy’ at this judgement should realise that this is not what the people who died in 26/11 would want. We should have an intelligence system capable of 'preventing' further attacks. That is the real tribute you can give to the people who gave their lives to save others.

This decision by the court, though fair in several (not all) aspects, is no reason for celebration.

No death can ever be.

Accounting Definitions for Dummies

Ac-counting: Counting the number of times you see / talk to her everyday.

Bank balance: What you think she knows about you.

Cash Balance: What she actually knows about you.

Assets: Acts expected to give you future benefits. Like saving her cat from somewhere (after putting it there first).

Going Concern: Assumption that the girl will be single on the next day. If this assumption cannot be made, all assets will be noted as expenses (aka waste of time)

Liabities: Acts that require a settlement to be made. Like the money you borrowed from a friend to buy that useless coolers.

Provision for Bad debts: The friend thinking that he's not getting the money back.

Bad debts - write off: The friend knowing that he's not getting the money back.

Sole proprietorship: When noone else knows you are crazy about her.

Partnership: When you have a wing-man to say "Haaave you met Ted?"

Private Limited: When you alone know about the slap you got from her.

Public Limited: When all those embarrassing details are in public domain.

Profit and Loss account: Detailed info about the good and bad impressions she has on you. Usually a loss. A bad one at that.

Periodicity: The period for which a balance sheet is calculated. Usually starts on the day after the worst embarrassment since you want to forget about it.

Balance sheet: A complete statement that shows, among other things, Accumulated depreciation.

Depreciation: The redundancy you manage to create in her mind about you by being at all the places she frequents and smiling like an idiot... or by saying the same statement to her everyday. (How are you doing?)

Accumulated depreciation: Sum depreciation over the years.

Ethical issues in accounting: In case she already has a boyfriend, the dilemma you get into if it is ethical to break them up.

Journal Entry: Pouring your heart out to a friend.

Ledger posting: That guy taking a video and putting it up on the net.

Trial balance: Testing if she reacts to this video saga. This forms an important part of the balance sheet.

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PS: Accounting (real one) is a new concept to me. Forgive technical errors, if any :D

Add your definitions.