Quotes again - Elementary

I don't think anymore, so no original posts. Just quote unquote

Ep1: Pilot

Joan Watson: How do you do it?
Sherlock Holmes: Do what?
Joan Watson: Guess things?
Sherlock Holmes: I don't guess, I observe, and once I've observed, I deduce.
Joan Watson: How did you know he had an affair?
Sherlock Holmes: Google. Well, not everything is deducable.

Joan Watson: I don't hate my job.
Sherlock Holmes: You have two alarm clocks, no one with two alarm clocks loves their job. Two alarm clocks means it's a chore for you to get up in the morning.

Ep2: While you were sleeping

Joan Watson (handing the violin to Sherlock): Well I just thought it might be a nice addition to your post-rehab regimen. Playing an instrument can relieve a lot of stress.
Sherlock Holmes (after setting fire to his violin): You were right about the stress relief. I felt like Jimmi Hendrix for a second there.

Sherlock Holmes (to Watson): Ty. Funny name, that. Noun, verb, nationality.

Sherlock Holmes (to Watson): Well I haven’t made my point unless you’ve absorbed it! Friendship is not a requirement of cohabitation. I’ll keep my secrets, you keep yours!

Joan Watson: Do you close yourself off to people and deny yourself things that might bring you pleasure, not because it makes you a better investigator, but because it’s some sort of penance?
Sherlock Holmes: Penance?
Joan Watson: For what happened in London; being addicted. I don't know. I guess it just occurred to me that it might be something someone might do and not even know it.
Sherlock Holmes: Well you always know it, Watson. If you didn’t, it wouldn’t be penance.

Ep3: Child Predator

Joan Watson: I thought that we both agreed that a little exercise would be a good addition to your sobriety.
Sherlock Holmes: For future reference, when I say that I agree with you it means I'm not listening.
Joan Watson: Do you know what else is great? Jazzercise. Get you some leg warmers, headband, you'll look awesome.
Sherlock Holmes: I agree with you.

Sherlock Holmes: You mustn't be so sensitive, Watson. The service you're providing is quite valuable. For a brief stretch in London I talked only to a phrenology bust I kept in my study. I named him Angus. It wasn't the same. I realized that when it came to listeners I preferred animates to inanimate. Quite a breakthrough, really.
Joan Watson: Angus. I'm glad I made it to the "animate" category.

Joan Watson: Your abbreviations are becoming borderline indecipherable. I don't know why, because you are obviously capable of being articulate.
Sherlock Holmes: Language is evolving, Watson, becoming a more efficient version of itself. I love text shorthand; it allows you to convey content and tone without losing velocity.

Ep4: The Rat Race

Sherlock Holmes: Your deductive skills are not unworthy of further development.
Joan Watson: I think that was a compliment, buried in a double negative, so thanks..

Sherlock Holmes: It has its costs.
Joan Watson: What does?
Sherlock Holmes: Learning to see the puzzle in everything. They're everywhere. Once you start looking, it's impossible to stop. It just so happens that people, with all the deceits and illusions that inform everything they do, tend to be the most facinating puzzles of all. Of course, they don't always appreciate being seen as such.
Joan Watson: Seems like a lonely way to live.
Sherlock Holmes: As I said. Has its costs.

Ep5: Lesser Evils

Joan Watson: Any luck?
Sherlock Holmes: Luck is an offensive, abhorrent concept. The idea that there is a force in the universe tilting events in your favor or against it is ridiculous. Idiots rely on luck.
Joan Watson: So that'd be a no.

Joan Watson: I was thinking sushi tonight.
Sherlock Holmes: Salmonella, vibrio parahaemolyticus, mercury poisoning, Anasakis simplex: all illnesses contractible from eating raw fish. Anasakis, of particular note, is a worm that can burrow into the wall of the lower intestine, often requiring surgery to remove it. But yeah, sushi's good.

Ep6: Flight Risk

Sherlock Holmes: I'm about to disabuse you of several notions, so please, listen very carefully. One, my father does not care about me; he does what he does out of a sense of familial obligations, big difference. Two, he does not care about you or what you think; meeting you would be a formality. And three, as I've already told you, your concern is unwarranted because he has absolutely no intention of showing up tonight.

Sherlock Holmes: Because he is a serial absentee; a pathological maker and breaker of promises. Been that way since I was a boy. Fool me one, shame on you, fool me ad nauseam...

Joan Watson: Can I ask you a question?
Sherlock Holmes: Can I stop you?

Joan Watson: Last chance to join us for dinner.
Sherlock Holmes: Last chance to accept there is no dinner. Dad never shows, say it with me, Watson, maybe it'll sink in. ... He's Lucy with the football, you're Charlie Brown.

Ep7: One way to get off

Edison (gardener of the rehab centre, Hemdale): He used to tell me I was the only person in this place without an agenda. I took that to mean he liked me.

Ep8: You do it yourself

Detective Bell: Yeah, tell me something I don't know.
Sherlock Holmes: A pig's orgasm lasts up to 30 minutes.

Ep10: The Leviathan

Micah Erlich: If you know our work, you know that we introduced a new flagship product in 2009, "The Leviathan."
Holmes: Yes, the safe that you marketed as "impregnable." Did you people learn nothing from the Titanic?

Quote unquote - 2

"If I found a job, a project, an idea or a person I wanted--I'd have to depend on the whole world. Everything has strings leading to everything else. We're all so tied together. We're all in a net, the net is waiting, and we're pushed into it by one single desire. You want a thing and it's precious to you. Do you know who is standing ready to tear it out of your hands? You can't know, it may be so involved and so far away, but someone is ready, and you're afraid of them all. And you cringe and you crawl and you beg and you accept them--just so they'll let you keep it. And look at whom you come to accept."

"Have you seen how your best friends love everything about you--except the things that count? And your most important is nothing to them, nothing, not even a sound they can recognize."

"Every form of happiness is private. Our greatest moments are personal, self-motivated, not to be touched. The things which are sacred or precious to us are the things we withdraw from promiscuous sharing."

"Wheeling his bicycle by his side, the boy took the narrow path down the slope of the hill to the valley and the houses below. Roark looked after him. He had never seen that boy before and he would never see him again. He did not know that he had given someone the courage to face a lifetime."

"Every loneliness is a pinnacle"

"To sell your soul is the easiest thing in the world. That's what everybody does every hour of his life. If I asked you to keep your soul--would you understand why that's much harder?""

"I often think that he's the only one of us who's achieved immortality. I don't mean in the sense of fame and I don't mean that he won't die some day. But he's living it. I think he is what the conception really means. You know how people long to be eternal. But they die with every day that passes. When you meet them, they're not what you met last. In any given hour, they kill some part of themselves. They change, they deny, they contradict--and they call it growth. At the end there's nothing left, nothing unreversed or unbetrayed; as if there had never been an entity, only a succession of adjectives fading in and out on an unformed mass. How do they expect a permanence which they have never held for a single moment?"

Sing me a song

Ever so often I catch myself staring at my ipod in wonder. How the deuce does it pull up the right song, the PRNG debate notwithstanding. Playing 'Everybody hurts' now.
Either AI is here already or it just knows me too well. 

Dream on

Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.
 -Bob Marley
 And then reality b(y)tes when a friend calls up and rants about life - some friends. err... did i just lose the last friend i had :-)

Another day in paradise

Recently had a pretty rotten 'Murphy and his laws wreak havoc on me' kind of day. Yes, again! No kidding, convinced i have a stalker on my hands. Mucked up pretty much everything there was to, in the 12 hours I spent in office - sense prevailed and decided to leg it home before I inadvertently did an rm *.* on one of the boxes (that's a recurring dream, wonder what Freud would have to say to that). Rains, no umbrella. Aah well, surprise me. Flag down a rick. The conv goes: Me - Mulund? Rick driver - Andheri. Me - Kanjur? Rick driver - IIT. Me - Chalo. Maybe, I ought to be on hostage negotation calls.

As we near Hiranandani, the rick driver gets a call on his cell. I wait patiently while he enquires after his wife, chotu, bittu, bhaiyaji - Oh all right, better switch to another rick before he runs through the state of affairs of every home in his hamlet. Walk down to Galleria and board another rick. This one reaches the Hiranandani hospital gates and stops dead. "Madam, out of gas".

By now, am tired, got mason drumming away inside my head and am trying my best not to lose my temper at ricks in general and MH03-2403 in particular. Remember reading somewhere that counting from 1 to 10 generally controls the temper bit. Hmmm... well 10 is way too less, so count upto 25, take a deep breath and begin the trudge to the nearest bus stop.

20 mins later and at the count of 410, my bus ambles along. Once in, fish around the bag for change, dig out a 500 rupee note. The conductor grimaces - change please, poore bus ka ticket lena hain kya. Try explaining to him that good ol' Murphy is responsible for emptying my bag of change. He says - Ma'am, yeda samjha kya, I did see change in your purse. I go - my dear chappie, that's uk currency, pounds u see, I have to return the whole lot to the Finance dept. else I get no salary this month. He condescends to dole out the change muttering 'Aajkal ki ladkiyan'. Should I sue him for gender bias. Naah, risky, the odds (and ends) are stacked heavily against me.

Count is at 449…450… this too shall pass. Get a call from x saying he's arranging a call to sort out some issue and could I please attend - tell him it's past my bedtime, he can chair the call and attend it himself, stopped short of telling him that he could go jump off the roof and take his precious interface doc with him for company. Yeah apologies and all that jazz, but connect now didn't figure in my scheme of things at 11.00 IST.

575…576. Home finally, reach for the newspaper - the guy had delivered a Gujarati edition. Why am I not surprised? Skip dinner and decide to settle for a cup of hot coffee to kill the buzz in my head. Admiring the moon slipping in and out of the cloud canopy when I hear a mild sizzling sound. The milk has boiled over, spend the next 10 mins cleaning up. The count is now 650. Sip black coffee and spend the rest of the night wondering how to source horseshoes, maybe peacock feathers, and for good measure, a water fountain and a small bamboo plant - stretching things a bit too far all right, but there's no such thing as excessive good luck - and one of the above mentioned bloody charms better work.

Oh, if you haven't noticed yet, the title has no relevance whatsoever to the article which followed. Just happens to be my anthem for the day.

On Silence

Too many women in too many countries speak the same language, the language of silence - Dasgupta

Silence - Anon
She sits alone amongst the ruins
Ruins of a dream they once nurtured
Vacant eyes stare into the vast emptiness
Eating away at her very soul

The terrifying silence screams
as raw pain washes over her
The evening shadows close in
Enveloping the remains of yesterday

Silence - Anon
Silence is the best speaker
Hear the sound by heart.

Read 'On the Blue Shore of Silence' - Pablo Neruda

To be or not to be

To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: aye, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come...