Stellar Chariot

By Arun Neelakandan

I’m Apparently the Distance Paper Plane Champion of Australia

Out of 21 or so events held around Australia, I qualified with longest distance for Red Bull Paper Wings 2015. I was chosen to represent Australia in the World Finals in Salzberg, Australia. Here’s my qualifying throw.

I even made some cheeky TV and radio appearances! Here’s me on Sunrise on Channel 7.

Curious as to what is going on in this picture? Might have to get up early tomorrow and watch some breakfast TV…

Posted by Macquarie University on Thursday, 30 April 2015

Literally the best week of my life! I'm so proud to represent the Australian Team. I ranked 7th in Aerobatics from 80…

Posted by Sonat Erozan on Wednesday, 13 May 2015

Reading You Like a Book

My friends chuckled in incredulous surprise. I was looking intently at it. But it wasn’t because I wanted it to turn green, but simply because I was slow to process what was said and at that particular moment, I found the object — a bottle of clear spring water — mesmerising. My eyes lingered on it beyond what was to be considered normal, as the gears sluggishly clicked into action about its unambiguous limpidity. This is why they laughed.

Before I could explain myself that I seriously did not wish or believe that a higher being was going to turn the liquid green, they had decided that this is exactly what I had been thinking. And it stuck. I was now labelled earnest and religious.

Left Turn Only

road rage

When driving to work, I park my car in a designated car park building. It’s a multi-storey building, with a cork-screw ramp to take you between levels. As you exit the ramp going up, only left turns are legal. However, it is possible to turn right, and thus take a shortcut to the next ramp which takes you to the next level, though this is illegal.

Site Update

Sorry about the lack of posts recently. I have an excuse!

My site is powered by some blogging software called Octopress. After I updated some software that Octopress depends on, things broke and therefore, that has put me off blogging for many months.

I’ve now reinstalled Octopress, and changed my theme — because I had to, because the old theme didn’t work with the new version of Octopress as well as I would’ve liked.

This current theme is the Readify theme, which I’ve just tweaked with the ‘Stellar Chariot’ colours. I would like to create my own theme again, but I just don’t have the time. I figured doing something is better than nothing.

An Opinion on Opinions

It seems that every man, woman and canine has an opinion nowadays. Often, we’re pressured to have them, despite not grokking the topic at hand. Not opining is a matter of unworthiness. What do you mean you don’t have an opinion? Everyone’s got one!

I say, how can you have one — especially so easily? Even if you do, what makes your opinion so valuable?

We swim in a sewer of unverified factoids, and I for one, find it difficult and oftentimes exhausting to see through through the muck. In order to formulate an opinion that is reasonable, I must filter and investigate this effluent — and it’s a stinky job, I tell you.

Is this just the Dunning-Krueger effect at play?

Lemon Prank

Last year, my friends and I filmed a little stunt/prank outside Town Hall, Sydney. Check it out:

‘Saturnic’ by Rotaris

Here’s a recent tune I made.

An ominous soundscape experiment. Tinged with pulsing industrial noises with an other-wordly vibe.

On Friendship and Shizz

I had a crappy day yesterday. I came home to find that I’ve been fined $405 dollars for running through a red light a couple weeks ago and given 3 demerit points (for those of you unfamililar with demerit points, it’s akin to a ‘strike’ against your name — it’s a penalty points scheme). What stings is that I didn’t do it on purpose. I ran the red because I was wholly oblivious to it, driving home late at night, vision distorted behind a aqueous lens of tears. I ran the red because I was emotional and teary at the time.

I wanted to talk to someone about it, but didn’t know who. At times when I’m emotional and irrational (they naturally go hand-in-hand), it feels like I have a great many acquaintances, but not many friends I can turn to. The people you can just call up randomly, without a particular agenda, for no other purpose but just to chat about something tangible.

I do have a few friends I could’ve turned to, but there is this sweeping sense of bother, and pride, that butts in and prevents me from doing so. To talk about shit that’s bothering me. Why is it that I’m happy to share about mundane, seemingly insignificant rubbish on Twitter etc but not something that is all-too-important and meaningful? But maybe this is it. Maybe I just answered my own question.

My family know about the driving offence, but I didn’t really talk to them about the true nature of it all. Shit bit silly y’all.

I think about the ‘friends’ I’ve had over my life. I can’t help but think about how many were and are simply friends of convenience. Calling upon help when they needed assistance (“can you help me out with this assignment dude?”), but then not engaging on any other level or time. Then I wonder whether I’m the same kind of person — taking advantage of people when needed and then forgetting them later. Yes, I can recall some instances when I’ve done this myself — but it feels as though I haven’t been as bad as the others.

Anyway, this is just rambling. I almost didn’t publish this post. But you know what? I’ve decided that I should be authentic and honest.

Author’s Note

This post was originally written on 28th August, 2013 at approximately 8:34pm.