well its been a long time till i have written, and a lot of events have taken place, which happen to be interesting.
i am now heading to los angeles (or at least planning to,haven't got my visa yet :D, to pursue my masters. whoopee!!! i would have gone to no other place than this.
half an hour ago i was watching an advertisement and that made me realize that i am going a place which breathes glitz and glamor. and there is a stark contrast to the place where i am heading to and the conditions back home.
all my life i have been in couped in one single place. i am going there with an ulterior motive. the world is a huge huge place! in it live lots of interesting people. people who have seen things different from what i have, people who come from a different background altogether. interacting with such people is an eye-piece compared to what the world has to offer. their recounting of a world that i have not seen, their culture that i have not experienced and who knows what!
i am excited by the very exchange of ideas owing to the gamut of environment all of us are in, which i believe should be done in healthy doses. this "expedition" will help me enrich my notion about the world. for any person who cares about his surroundings i think it is a must to have a peek at the world , it will be more than worth it!
i shall end this post by a line from the movie Crash:
It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.
till we meet again,
good bye world!
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Monday, November 27, 2006
An unending saga in the IT domain and other stories(to follow)
Well last week I was visiting my cousins in Hyderabad. And trust me my cousins have "infiltrated" almost every I.T. company there is in India, which is when I realized that each and everybody working in the I.T. industry strives for one singular motive.
Na, it is not the appraisal! It’s gaining full privileges on the system you are working on. Be it a newbie or a veteran, they yearn for gaining those privileges. Once achieved, they don’t want the word to spread, because if it does boy, you have the admin people knocking on your door, questioning you about the shit that is going on.
And what do you do with those privileges you earned? Nothing! Perhaps brag amongst your confidants and that’s about it. It is a personal victory. You may never use them but you so desperately need them. Something like, it’s my PC so I am the king, not you! Who are you to control my bot anyway?
One always enjoys doing stuff he isn’t supposed to do and he gets even more anxious when he is instructed not to do it. There is a certain thrill to it.
And this saga is unending. Something that will always be fresh. Everyone tries some trick or the other in an attempt to gain those godly powers over one’s computer. It is a sensation very close to: Good triumphing over Evil.
Thank God, they invented the e-mail. Also Thank God they kept it free!!!
People would surely be sore if they hadnt had their quota of forwards or send them till they are satiated. E-mailing is one activity that any I.T. person lavishly indulges himself in. And nobody minds it. That and chatting! People sure can talk a lot!! I mean a LOTTTT!
Well I am done yakking.
Till we meet again
Au Revoir
Na, it is not the appraisal! It’s gaining full privileges on the system you are working on. Be it a newbie or a veteran, they yearn for gaining those privileges. Once achieved, they don’t want the word to spread, because if it does boy, you have the admin people knocking on your door, questioning you about the shit that is going on.
And what do you do with those privileges you earned? Nothing! Perhaps brag amongst your confidants and that’s about it. It is a personal victory. You may never use them but you so desperately need them. Something like, it’s my PC so I am the king, not you! Who are you to control my bot anyway?
One always enjoys doing stuff he isn’t supposed to do and he gets even more anxious when he is instructed not to do it. There is a certain thrill to it.
And this saga is unending. Something that will always be fresh. Everyone tries some trick or the other in an attempt to gain those godly powers over one’s computer. It is a sensation very close to: Good triumphing over Evil.
Thank God, they invented the e-mail. Also Thank God they kept it free!!!
People would surely be sore if they hadnt had their quota of forwards or send them till they are satiated. E-mailing is one activity that any I.T. person lavishly indulges himself in. And nobody minds it. That and chatting! People sure can talk a lot!! I mean a LOTTTT!
Well I am done yakking.
Till we meet again
Au Revoir
Friday, November 10, 2006
expertise in what?
"Experts on cell phone and text message use and etiquette said *********** was not the first to be dumped by text"
Experts in what?(with all due respect!)
(C) of Yahoo ,just an excerpt.
Experts in what?(with all due respect!)
(C) of Yahoo ,just an excerpt.
why did the chicken cross the road?
this happens to be one of the much debated question and here are the reasons proposed by people from various walks of life,enjoy:
Why did the chicken cross the road?
KINDERGARTEN TEACHER: To get to the other side.
PLATO: For the greater good.
ARISTOTLE: It is the nature of chickens to cross roads.
KARL MARX: It was a historical inevitability.
TIMOTHY LEARY: Because that's the only trip the establishment would let it take.
SADDAM HUSSEIN: This was an unprovoked act of rebellion and we were quite justified in dropping 50 tons of nerve gas on it.
JACK NICHOLSON: 'cause it f.....g wanted to. That's the f.....g reason.
RONALD REAGAN: I forget.
CAPTAIN JAMES T. KIRK: To boldly go where no chicken has gone before.
HIPPOCRATES: Because of an excess of phlegm in its pancreas.
ARTHUR ANDERSEN CONSULTANT: Deregulation of the chicken's side of the road was threatening its dominant market position. The chicken was faced with significant challenges to create and develop the competencies required for the newly competitive market.
Andersen Consulting, in a partnering relationship with the client, helped the chicken by rethinking its physical distribution strategy and implementation processes. Using the Poultry Integration Model (PIM), Andersen helped the chicken use its skills, methodologies, knowledge, capital and experiences to align the chicken's people, processes and technology in support of its overall strategy within a Program Management framework.
Andersen Consulting convened a diverse cross-spectrum of road analysts and best chickens along with Anderson consultants with deep skills in the transportation industry to engage in a two-day itinerary of meetings in order to leverage their personal knowledge capital, both tacit and explicit, and to enable them to synergize with an eterprise-wide value framework across the continuum of poultry cross-median processes.
The meeting was held in a park-like setting, enabling and creating an impactful environment which was strategically based, industry-focused, and built upon a consistent, clear, and unified market message and aligned with the chicken's mission, vision, and core values. This was conducive towards the creation of a total business integration solution.
Andersen Consulting helped the chicken change to become more successful.
LOUIS FARRAKHAN: The road, you see, represents the black man. The chicken 'crossed' the black man in order to trample him and keep him down.
MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.: I envision a world where all chickens will be free to cross roads without having their motives called into question.
MOSES: And God came down from the Heavens, and He said unto the chicken,"Thou shalt cross the road." And the chicken crossed the road, and there was much rejoicing.
FOX MULDER: You saw it cross the road with your own eyes. How many more chickens have to cross the road before you believe it?
RICHARD M. NIXON: The chicken did not cross the road. I repeat, the chicken did NOT cross the road.
MACHIAVELLI: The point is that the chicken crossed the road. Who cares why? The end of crossing the road justifies whatever motive there was.
JERRY SEINFELD: Why does anyone cross a road? I mean, why doesn't anyone ever think to ask, What the heck was this chicken doing walking around all over the place, anyway?
FREUD: The fact that you are at all concerned that the chicken crossed the road reveals your underlying sexual insecurity.
BILL GATES: I have just released the new Chicken Office 2000, which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your checkbook.
OLIVER STONE: The question is not, "Why did the chicken cross the road?" Rather, it is, "Who was crossing the road at the same time, whom we overlooked in our haste to observe the chicken crossing?"
DARWIN: Chickens, over great periods of time, have been naturally selected in such a way that they are now genetically disposed to cross roads.
EINSTEIN: Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road moved beneath the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.
BUDDHA: Asking this question denies your own chicken nature.
RALPH WALDO EMERSON: The chicken did not cross the road ....it transcended it.
ERNEST HEMINGWAY: To die. In the rain.
COLONEL SANDERS: I missed one?
Why did the chicken cross the road?
KINDERGARTEN TEACHER: To get to the other side.
PLATO: For the greater good.
ARISTOTLE: It is the nature of chickens to cross roads.
KARL MARX: It was a historical inevitability.
TIMOTHY LEARY: Because that's the only trip the establishment would let it take.
SADDAM HUSSEIN: This was an unprovoked act of rebellion and we were quite justified in dropping 50 tons of nerve gas on it.
JACK NICHOLSON: 'cause it f.....g wanted to. That's the f.....g reason.
RONALD REAGAN: I forget.
CAPTAIN JAMES T. KIRK: To boldly go where no chicken has gone before.
HIPPOCRATES: Because of an excess of phlegm in its pancreas.
ARTHUR ANDERSEN CONSULTANT: Deregulation of the chicken's side of the road was threatening its dominant market position. The chicken was faced with significant challenges to create and develop the competencies required for the newly competitive market.
Andersen Consulting, in a partnering relationship with the client, helped the chicken by rethinking its physical distribution strategy and implementation processes. Using the Poultry Integration Model (PIM), Andersen helped the chicken use its skills, methodologies, knowledge, capital and experiences to align the chicken's people, processes and technology in support of its overall strategy within a Program Management framework.
Andersen Consulting convened a diverse cross-spectrum of road analysts and best chickens along with Anderson consultants with deep skills in the transportation industry to engage in a two-day itinerary of meetings in order to leverage their personal knowledge capital, both tacit and explicit, and to enable them to synergize with an eterprise-wide value framework across the continuum of poultry cross-median processes.
The meeting was held in a park-like setting, enabling and creating an impactful environment which was strategically based, industry-focused, and built upon a consistent, clear, and unified market message and aligned with the chicken's mission, vision, and core values. This was conducive towards the creation of a total business integration solution.
Andersen Consulting helped the chicken change to become more successful.
LOUIS FARRAKHAN: The road, you see, represents the black man. The chicken 'crossed' the black man in order to trample him and keep him down.
MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.: I envision a world where all chickens will be free to cross roads without having their motives called into question.
MOSES: And God came down from the Heavens, and He said unto the chicken,"Thou shalt cross the road." And the chicken crossed the road, and there was much rejoicing.
FOX MULDER: You saw it cross the road with your own eyes. How many more chickens have to cross the road before you believe it?
RICHARD M. NIXON: The chicken did not cross the road. I repeat, the chicken did NOT cross the road.
MACHIAVELLI: The point is that the chicken crossed the road. Who cares why? The end of crossing the road justifies whatever motive there was.
JERRY SEINFELD: Why does anyone cross a road? I mean, why doesn't anyone ever think to ask, What the heck was this chicken doing walking around all over the place, anyway?
FREUD: The fact that you are at all concerned that the chicken crossed the road reveals your underlying sexual insecurity.
BILL GATES: I have just released the new Chicken Office 2000, which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your checkbook.
OLIVER STONE: The question is not, "Why did the chicken cross the road?" Rather, it is, "Who was crossing the road at the same time, whom we overlooked in our haste to observe the chicken crossing?"
DARWIN: Chickens, over great periods of time, have been naturally selected in such a way that they are now genetically disposed to cross roads.
EINSTEIN: Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road moved beneath the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.
BUDDHA: Asking this question denies your own chicken nature.
RALPH WALDO EMERSON: The chicken did not cross the road ....it transcended it.
ERNEST HEMINGWAY: To die. In the rain.
COLONEL SANDERS: I missed one?
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
my ride in a jeep
the title sounds like a story for tots doesnt it?
i was returning from office, late relatively to the time i usually bid it farewell.
my transportation is either the bus or the jeep.
i see a jeep flashing its lights towards me and to my luck it takes me almost where i want to go. now this is a traditional jeep, so i had some expectations, owing to the omnipresence of bollywood.
yup jeeps have a long relationship with bollywood. it was the modus operandi of hooligans and the heroes to kidnap and woo the heroines respectively. and who could ever forget the cop chases? cops with their guns, performing gymnastics on their jeeps and evading the barrage of bullets from the fleeing villian and his accomplices.
i was excited that way and luckily it was empty and so i got to sit right beside the panels and the ever so famous steering wheel (of the jeep).
i began to search for all those things that was shown in a bollywood picture. sadly it happens only in the movies.
the ever so beserk needle of the KDO meter lay dead and showed no intentions of moving regardless of the speed of the jeep.
there was this "amps" panel which used to dance from + to - whenever the lights were flashed, other than that pretty much everything lay still. some werent even illuminated!
since jeeps dont have doors, i atleast could enjoy leaning out a bit the way those coppers used to and its barrels of fun. but one should be careful.
probably it was not the best of the jeeps to experience those bollywood delights, maybe someother time.
until we meet
good bye
i was returning from office, late relatively to the time i usually bid it farewell.
my transportation is either the bus or the jeep.
i see a jeep flashing its lights towards me and to my luck it takes me almost where i want to go. now this is a traditional jeep, so i had some expectations, owing to the omnipresence of bollywood.
yup jeeps have a long relationship with bollywood. it was the modus operandi of hooligans and the heroes to kidnap and woo the heroines respectively. and who could ever forget the cop chases? cops with their guns, performing gymnastics on their jeeps and evading the barrage of bullets from the fleeing villian and his accomplices.
i was excited that way and luckily it was empty and so i got to sit right beside the panels and the ever so famous steering wheel (of the jeep).
i began to search for all those things that was shown in a bollywood picture. sadly it happens only in the movies.
the ever so beserk needle of the KDO meter lay dead and showed no intentions of moving regardless of the speed of the jeep.
there was this "amps" panel which used to dance from + to - whenever the lights were flashed, other than that pretty much everything lay still. some werent even illuminated!
since jeeps dont have doors, i atleast could enjoy leaning out a bit the way those coppers used to and its barrels of fun. but one should be careful.
probably it was not the best of the jeeps to experience those bollywood delights, maybe someother time.
until we meet
good bye
Sunday, October 29, 2006
WW II
you gotta love this!!!
*Hitler[AoE] has joined the game.*
*Eisenhower has joined the game.*
*paTTon has joined the game.*
*Churchill has joined the game.*
*benny-tow (Benito Mussolini of Italy) has joined the game.*
*T0J0 (Tojo Hideki of Japan) has joined the game.*
*Roosevelt has joined the game.*
*Stalin has joined the game.*
*deGaulle has joined the game.*
Roosevelt: hey sup
T0J0: y0
Stalin: hi
Churchill: hi
Hitler[AoE]: cool, i start with panzer tanks!
paTTon: lol more like panzy tanks
T0JO: lol
Roosevelt: o this fockin sucks i got a depression!
benny-tow: haha america sux
Stalin: hey hitler you dont fight me i dont fight u, cool?
Hitler[AoE]; sure whatever
Stalin: cool
deGaulle: **** Hitler rushed some1 help
Hitler[AoE]: lol byebye frenchy
Roosevelt: i dont got **** to help, sry
Churchill: wtf the luftwaffle is attacking me
Roosevelt: get antiair guns
Churchill: i cant afford them
benny-tow: u n00bs know what team talk is?
paTTon: stfu
Roosevelt: o yah hit the navajo button guys
deGaulle: eisenhower ur worthless come help me quick
Eisenhower: i cant do **** til rosevelt gives me an army
paTTon: yah hurry the fock up
Churchill: d00d im gettin pounded
deGaulle: this is fockin weak u guys suck
*deGaulle has left the game.*
Roosevelt: im gonna attack the axis k?
benny-tow: with what? ur wheelchair?
benny-tow: lol did u mess up ur legs AND ur head?
Hitler[AoE]: ROFLMAO
T0J0: lol o no america im comin 4 u
Roosevelt: wtf! thats bullsh1t u fags im gunna kick ur asses
T0JO: not without ur harbors u wont! lol
Roosevelt: u little biotch ill get u
Hitler[AoE]: wtf
Hitler[AoE]: america hax, u had depression and now u got a huge fockin army
Hitler[AoE]: thats bullsh1t u hacker
Churchill: lol no more france for u hitler
Hitler[AoE]: tojo help me!
T0J0: wtf u want me to do, im on the other side of the world retard
Hitler[AoE]: fine ill clear you a path
Stalin: WTF u arsshoel! WE HAD A FoCKIN TRUCE
Hitler[AoE]: i changed my mind lol
benny-tow: haha
benny-tow: hey ur losing ur guys in africa im gonna need help in italy soon sum1
T0J0: o **** i cant help u i got my hands full
Hitler[AoE]: im 2 busy 2 help
Roosevelt: yah thats right ***** im comin for ya
Stalin: church help me
Churchill: like u helped me before? sure ill just sit here
Stalin: dont be an arss
Churchill: dont be a commie. oops too late
Eisenhower: LOL
benny-tow: hahahh oh sh1t help
Hitler: o man ur focked
paTTon: oh what now biotch
Roosevelt: whos the cripple now lol
*benny-tow has been eliminated.*
benny-tow: lame
Roosevelt: gj patton
paTTon: thnx
Hitler[AoE]: WTF eisenhower hax hes killing all my sh1t
Hitler[AoE]: quit u hacker so u dont ruin my record
Eisenhower: Nuts!
benny~tow: wtf that mean?
Eisenhower: meant to say nutsack lol finger slipped
paTTon: coming to get u hitler u paper hanging hun ++++socker
Stalin: rofl
T0J0: HAHAHHAA
Hitler[AoE]: u guys are fockin gay
Hitler[AoE]: ur never getting in my city
*Hitler[AoE] has been eliminated.*
benny~tow: OMG u noob you killed yourself
Eisenhower: ROFLOLOLOL
Stalin: OMG LMAO!
Hitler[AoE]: WTF i didnt click there omg this game blows
*Hitler[AoE] has left the game*
paTTon: hahahhah
T0J0: WTF my teammates are n00bs
benny~tow: shut up noob
Roosevelt: haha wut a moron
paTTon: wtf am i gunna do now?
Eisenhower: yah me too
T0J0: why dont u attack me o thats right u dont got no ships lololol
Eisenhower: fock u
paTTon: lemme go thru ur base commie
Stalin: go to hell lol
paTTon: fock this sh1t im goin afk
Eisenhower: yah this is gay
*Roosevelt has left the game.*
Hitler[AoE]: wtf?
Eisenhower: sh1t now we need some1 to join
*tru_m4n has joined the game.*
tru_m4n: hi all
T0J0: hey
Stalin: sup
Churchill: hi
tru_m4n: OMG OMG OMG i got all his stuff!
tru_m4n: NUKES! HOLY **** I GOT NUKES
Stalin: d00d gimmie some plz
tru_m4n: no way i only got like a couple
Stalin: omg dont be gay gimmie nuculer secrets
T0J0: wtf is nukes?
T0J0: holy ****holy****hoyl****!
*T0J0 has been eliminated.*
*The Allied team has won the game!*
Eisenhower: awesome!
Churchill: gg noobs no re
T0J0: thats bull**** u fockin suck
*T0J0 has left the game.*
*Eisenhower has left the game.*
Stalin: next game im not going to be on ur team, u guys didnt help me for ****
Churchill: wutever, we didnt need ur help neway dumbarss
tru_m4n: l8r all
benny~tow: bye
Churchill: l8r
Stalin: fock u all
tru_m4n: shut up commie lol
*tru_m4n has left the game.*
benny~tow: lololol u commie
Churchill: ROFL
Churchill: bye commie
*Churchill has left the game.*
*benny~tow has left the game.*
Stalin: i hate u all fags
*Stalin has left the game.*
paTTon: lol no1 is left
paTTon: weeeee i got a jeep
*paTTon has been eliminated.*
paTTon: o sh1t!
*paTTon has left the game.*
*Hitler[AoE] has joined the game.*
*Eisenhower has joined the game.*
*paTTon has joined the game.*
*Churchill has joined the game.*
*benny-tow (Benito Mussolini of Italy) has joined the game.*
*T0J0 (Tojo Hideki of Japan) has joined the game.*
*Roosevelt has joined the game.*
*Stalin has joined the game.*
*deGaulle has joined the game.*
Roosevelt: hey sup
T0J0: y0
Stalin: hi
Churchill: hi
Hitler[AoE]: cool, i start with panzer tanks!
paTTon: lol more like panzy tanks
T0JO: lol
Roosevelt: o this fockin sucks i got a depression!
benny-tow: haha america sux
Stalin: hey hitler you dont fight me i dont fight u, cool?
Hitler[AoE]; sure whatever
Stalin: cool
deGaulle: **** Hitler rushed some1 help
Hitler[AoE]: lol byebye frenchy
Roosevelt: i dont got **** to help, sry
Churchill: wtf the luftwaffle is attacking me
Roosevelt: get antiair guns
Churchill: i cant afford them
benny-tow: u n00bs know what team talk is?
paTTon: stfu
Roosevelt: o yah hit the navajo button guys
deGaulle: eisenhower ur worthless come help me quick
Eisenhower: i cant do **** til rosevelt gives me an army
paTTon: yah hurry the fock up
Churchill: d00d im gettin pounded
deGaulle: this is fockin weak u guys suck
*deGaulle has left the game.*
Roosevelt: im gonna attack the axis k?
benny-tow: with what? ur wheelchair?
benny-tow: lol did u mess up ur legs AND ur head?
Hitler[AoE]: ROFLMAO
T0J0: lol o no america im comin 4 u
Roosevelt: wtf! thats bullsh1t u fags im gunna kick ur asses
T0JO: not without ur harbors u wont! lol
Roosevelt: u little biotch ill get u
Hitler[AoE]: wtf
Hitler[AoE]: america hax, u had depression and now u got a huge fockin army
Hitler[AoE]: thats bullsh1t u hacker
Churchill: lol no more france for u hitler
Hitler[AoE]: tojo help me!
T0J0: wtf u want me to do, im on the other side of the world retard
Hitler[AoE]: fine ill clear you a path
Stalin: WTF u arsshoel! WE HAD A FoCKIN TRUCE
Hitler[AoE]: i changed my mind lol
benny-tow: haha
benny-tow: hey ur losing ur guys in africa im gonna need help in italy soon sum1
T0J0: o **** i cant help u i got my hands full
Hitler[AoE]: im 2 busy 2 help
Roosevelt: yah thats right ***** im comin for ya
Stalin: church help me
Churchill: like u helped me before? sure ill just sit here
Stalin: dont be an arss
Churchill: dont be a commie. oops too late
Eisenhower: LOL
benny-tow: hahahh oh sh1t help
Hitler: o man ur focked
paTTon: oh what now biotch
Roosevelt: whos the cripple now lol
*benny-tow has been eliminated.*
benny-tow: lame
Roosevelt: gj patton
paTTon: thnx
Hitler[AoE]: WTF eisenhower hax hes killing all my sh1t
Hitler[AoE]: quit u hacker so u dont ruin my record
Eisenhower: Nuts!
benny~tow: wtf that mean?
Eisenhower: meant to say nutsack lol finger slipped
paTTon: coming to get u hitler u paper hanging hun ++++socker
Stalin: rofl
T0J0: HAHAHHAA
Hitler[AoE]: u guys are fockin gay
Hitler[AoE]: ur never getting in my city
*Hitler[AoE] has been eliminated.*
benny~tow: OMG u noob you killed yourself
Eisenhower: ROFLOLOLOL
Stalin: OMG LMAO!
Hitler[AoE]: WTF i didnt click there omg this game blows
*Hitler[AoE] has left the game*
paTTon: hahahhah
T0J0: WTF my teammates are n00bs
benny~tow: shut up noob
Roosevelt: haha wut a moron
paTTon: wtf am i gunna do now?
Eisenhower: yah me too
T0J0: why dont u attack me o thats right u dont got no ships lololol
Eisenhower: fock u
paTTon: lemme go thru ur base commie
Stalin: go to hell lol
paTTon: fock this sh1t im goin afk
Eisenhower: yah this is gay
*Roosevelt has left the game.*
Hitler[AoE]: wtf?
Eisenhower: sh1t now we need some1 to join
*tru_m4n has joined the game.*
tru_m4n: hi all
T0J0: hey
Stalin: sup
Churchill: hi
tru_m4n: OMG OMG OMG i got all his stuff!
tru_m4n: NUKES! HOLY **** I GOT NUKES
Stalin: d00d gimmie some plz
tru_m4n: no way i only got like a couple
Stalin: omg dont be gay gimmie nuculer secrets
T0J0: wtf is nukes?
T0J0: holy ****holy****hoyl****!
*T0J0 has been eliminated.*
*The Allied team has won the game!*
Eisenhower: awesome!
Churchill: gg noobs no re
T0J0: thats bull**** u fockin suck
*T0J0 has left the game.*
*Eisenhower has left the game.*
Stalin: next game im not going to be on ur team, u guys didnt help me for ****
Churchill: wutever, we didnt need ur help neway dumbarss
tru_m4n: l8r all
benny~tow: bye
Churchill: l8r
Stalin: fock u all
tru_m4n: shut up commie lol
*tru_m4n has left the game.*
benny~tow: lololol u commie
Churchill: ROFL
Churchill: bye commie
*Churchill has left the game.*
*benny~tow has left the game.*
Stalin: i hate u all fags
*Stalin has left the game.*
paTTon: lol no1 is left
paTTon: weeeee i got a jeep
*paTTon has been eliminated.*
paTTon: o sh1t!
*paTTon has left the game.*
indian ocean- micanvas
last friday i had a gem of a time. this was because i had been to a concert given by Indian Ocean.
inarguably they are connoiseurs of music. their blend of music is very unique and soothing. the guitar is a modified guitar that behaves as a sitar or a guitar at its whim.
the band is a fusion of classical and rock. bass is their dominating sound. 3 bass instruments. and it seems like every song has undergone a thorough scrutiny and executed perfectly. each song has a sound and a story of its own which is so compelling you just cant get over it!
trivr tandav - a song on shivji's dance, which was to symbolize the killing during the kargil war was started so perfectly, that it almost felt as if a divine voice had initiated it. the voice had that certain thunder and power in it.
musically they stand at par with pink floyd. yet they dont insist on going commercial. they play only on the college circuits.
sadly it took them quite sometime to get their patience recognized but it seems to be paying off.
one of the band members who is reponsible for weaving classical sound into the blues fabric has had no formal training, yet has a very firm control on the pitch, amazingly firm.
i tell you, if ever you get an oppurtunity to see Indian Ocean at a concert, get the tickets without any second thoughts, it will be more than worth the money for sure!!
a truly remarkable band.
till we meet again
inarguably they are connoiseurs of music. their blend of music is very unique and soothing. the guitar is a modified guitar that behaves as a sitar or a guitar at its whim.
the band is a fusion of classical and rock. bass is their dominating sound. 3 bass instruments. and it seems like every song has undergone a thorough scrutiny and executed perfectly. each song has a sound and a story of its own which is so compelling you just cant get over it!
trivr tandav - a song on shivji's dance, which was to symbolize the killing during the kargil war was started so perfectly, that it almost felt as if a divine voice had initiated it. the voice had that certain thunder and power in it.
musically they stand at par with pink floyd. yet they dont insist on going commercial. they play only on the college circuits.
sadly it took them quite sometime to get their patience recognized but it seems to be paying off.
one of the band members who is reponsible for weaving classical sound into the blues fabric has had no formal training, yet has a very firm control on the pitch, amazingly firm.
i tell you, if ever you get an oppurtunity to see Indian Ocean at a concert, get the tickets without any second thoughts, it will be more than worth the money for sure!!
a truly remarkable band.
till we meet again
paichaan kaun?
i have to commute to get to my office and back and it usually is done on public transport and usually a state transport bus.
and since India is a land of diversity and culture, you can expect to stumble upon something that will raise your eye.
it was friday and the evening crowd was coming in its full which meant all the seats were occupied. i had to stand during the entire journey. this is were the story begins. there is a eunuch seated nearby. he/she is accompied by a man. i think they know each other pretty well,i mean prettttyy well!
there is some conversation going on, i come to know of it a bit later. the man is eating something and eunuch fools around with him and the man gets irritated a bit but dismisses it.
the man then makes a phone call and to the caller he says," le ab salma se baat kar."(refering to the eunuch ofcourse!)
eunuch:"Mein salma bol rahi hoon...... haaaaaaaainnnnnn? Salllllma, accha utarne ke baad phone karti hoon"
this reminded me of navin prabhakar of the "Paichan kaun?" fame. undoubtedly the only thing that was missing in the conversation was "Paichan kaun? "
a little later the eunuch again fools! around with the man and to which the man yells out : "dimaag ki m* mat ch**, bh**ch**"
hearing this i couldnt help not laughing. but alas! that was the end of my eavesdropping cause my destination had arrived.
it was fun to over hear the conversation! :P
auf weindersehen
p.s.: i have nothing against nobody
and since India is a land of diversity and culture, you can expect to stumble upon something that will raise your eye.
it was friday and the evening crowd was coming in its full which meant all the seats were occupied. i had to stand during the entire journey. this is were the story begins. there is a eunuch seated nearby. he/she is accompied by a man. i think they know each other pretty well,i mean prettttyy well!
there is some conversation going on, i come to know of it a bit later. the man is eating something and eunuch fools around with him and the man gets irritated a bit but dismisses it.
the man then makes a phone call and to the caller he says," le ab salma se baat kar."(refering to the eunuch ofcourse!)
eunuch:"Mein salma bol rahi hoon...... haaaaaaaainnnnnn? Salllllma, accha utarne ke baad phone karti hoon"
this reminded me of navin prabhakar of the "Paichan kaun?" fame. undoubtedly the only thing that was missing in the conversation was "Paichan kaun? "
a little later the eunuch again fools! around with the man and to which the man yells out : "dimaag ki m* mat ch**, bh**ch**"
hearing this i couldnt help not laughing. but alas! that was the end of my eavesdropping cause my destination had arrived.
it was fun to over hear the conversation! :P
auf weindersehen
p.s.: i have nothing against nobody
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
pink floyd-a connoisseur
well i have been listening to a LOT of pink floyd and let me tell you the band kicks ass
although i want to paste a lot of lyrics here, but then one would lose the interest to read the wonderful lyrics, so i shall be posting only a few.
this one is from Time
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
This one has got to be one of the most beautiful songs,for that matter i think all the pink floyd songs have carved a niche. the songwriting is truly exceptional.
A Great Day for Freedom
On the day the wall came down
They threw the locks onto the ground
And with glasses high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived
On the day the wall came down
The Ship of Fools had finally run aground
Promises lit up the night like paper doves in flight
I dreamed you had left my side
No warmth not even pride remained
And even though you needed me
It was clear that I could not do a thing for you
Now life devalues day by day
As friends and neighbours turn away
And there's a change that, even with regret, cannot be undone
Now frontiers shift like desert sands
While nations wash their bloodied hands
Of loyalty, of history, in shades of gray
I woke to the sound of drums
The music played, the morning sun streamed in
I turned and I looked at you
And all but the bitted residue slipped away...slipped away
Wish You Were Here
This song was written for Syd Barrett who was suffering bouts of schizophernia and was eventually kicked out the band for his erratic behaviour. The song is magnifique:
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
i just cant get enough of Pink Floyd! they are truly masters of their craft
ciao
although i want to paste a lot of lyrics here, but then one would lose the interest to read the wonderful lyrics, so i shall be posting only a few.
this one is from Time
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
This one has got to be one of the most beautiful songs,for that matter i think all the pink floyd songs have carved a niche. the songwriting is truly exceptional.
A Great Day for Freedom
On the day the wall came down
They threw the locks onto the ground
And with glasses high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived
On the day the wall came down
The Ship of Fools had finally run aground
Promises lit up the night like paper doves in flight
I dreamed you had left my side
No warmth not even pride remained
And even though you needed me
It was clear that I could not do a thing for you
Now life devalues day by day
As friends and neighbours turn away
And there's a change that, even with regret, cannot be undone
Now frontiers shift like desert sands
While nations wash their bloodied hands
Of loyalty, of history, in shades of gray
I woke to the sound of drums
The music played, the morning sun streamed in
I turned and I looked at you
And all but the bitted residue slipped away...slipped away
Wish You Were Here
This song was written for Syd Barrett who was suffering bouts of schizophernia and was eventually kicked out the band for his erratic behaviour. The song is magnifique:
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
i just cant get enough of Pink Floyd! they are truly masters of their craft
ciao
ahh...this is the life!
yesterday couldnt have been more perfect.
i was home alone and so i was the lord of the house. lazily i got up to get ready for the office but suprise suprise, upon reaching there i found no one. so back i come jauntily.
now i had to plan for lunch and i had to conserve money because the last night as well i was the master of the house and blew up 200 bucks on pizzas :D . so to balance i had to come up with something that wouldnt punch a hole. then as i entered the kitchen,my eyes fell on 2 packs of noodles and i thought,'hey why not?'
so noodles it was for lunch.
about 1 in the afternoon when my stomach started complaining, i got up to make my lunch,not the first time :), though i still need to read the instructions. one thing i concluded after the entire cooking event was that the time to make , mentioned on the packets is always wrong and the amount of water to add is wrong too.
now they had asked me to put 1.5 teacups of water. but! they didnt mention the size of the tea cup. i had 3 sizes. i took the medium sized cup and poured 2 cups fulls of it in the vessel. and i was asked to boil it and then put the noodles. now 30 secs gone with the stove on high,i could see the water level receding and thought i cant cook noodles in that much water. my notion of boiling water comes from the movies where you see the bubbles and all with vapour escaping. so i added another cup and added the noodles to it. after a bit of stirring i added the tastemaker.
NOTE: things get really hot when the vessel is on the stove for more than a minute!!!!! so dont even try to handle anything with your naked hand. i realised this fact only after a slight touch :D.
the noodles was done. and i ate. it was umm.....good,yeah really good!
day turned night.i passed it by sitting in front of the computer,listening songs, playing music, watching simpsons. again i had to plan for supper and was too lazy to make it. so i decided to have it outside. upon reaching the place, it was heavily crowded and so i decided against having it there and pack it home. now i had placed an order for 3 parathas and a curry. simultaneously another chap had placed an order of 6 parathas and a curry.
the lady said,its going to take a while so stroll around and come back after sometime. and i sauntered in the nearby park looking for something interesting. ten minutes gone i returned to the counter, the lady said here is your order. after working up an appetite i was ready to gorge the food. midway in the meal did i realise that not only was the curry i had ordered for was different but the parathas were 6 in number and i couldnt stop laughing. poor guy!
then again at 11 i catched seinfeld and then went to bed to get up for work the next day.
the next day (i.e. today):
i get up and reach office and lo,even the lights that were switched on yesterday were off. stayed there for about an hour(cause i had screwed up my bot :D) and then returned home. and then spent the rest of the day sleeping :D.
and in the 2 days i did a little more than 100 kms of riding the bike. talk about being roadie!!!
well i hope these happy days keep coming.
and yea i am being paid for these 2 days :P .
till next time
ciao
i was home alone and so i was the lord of the house. lazily i got up to get ready for the office but suprise suprise, upon reaching there i found no one. so back i come jauntily.
now i had to plan for lunch and i had to conserve money because the last night as well i was the master of the house and blew up 200 bucks on pizzas :D . so to balance i had to come up with something that wouldnt punch a hole. then as i entered the kitchen,my eyes fell on 2 packs of noodles and i thought,'hey why not?'
so noodles it was for lunch.
about 1 in the afternoon when my stomach started complaining, i got up to make my lunch,not the first time :), though i still need to read the instructions. one thing i concluded after the entire cooking event was that the time to make , mentioned on the packets is always wrong and the amount of water to add is wrong too.
now they had asked me to put 1.5 teacups of water. but! they didnt mention the size of the tea cup. i had 3 sizes. i took the medium sized cup and poured 2 cups fulls of it in the vessel. and i was asked to boil it and then put the noodles. now 30 secs gone with the stove on high,i could see the water level receding and thought i cant cook noodles in that much water. my notion of boiling water comes from the movies where you see the bubbles and all with vapour escaping. so i added another cup and added the noodles to it. after a bit of stirring i added the tastemaker.
NOTE: things get really hot when the vessel is on the stove for more than a minute!!!!! so dont even try to handle anything with your naked hand. i realised this fact only after a slight touch :D.
the noodles was done. and i ate. it was umm.....good,yeah really good!
day turned night.i passed it by sitting in front of the computer,listening songs, playing music, watching simpsons. again i had to plan for supper and was too lazy to make it. so i decided to have it outside. upon reaching the place, it was heavily crowded and so i decided against having it there and pack it home. now i had placed an order for 3 parathas and a curry. simultaneously another chap had placed an order of 6 parathas and a curry.
the lady said,its going to take a while so stroll around and come back after sometime. and i sauntered in the nearby park looking for something interesting. ten minutes gone i returned to the counter, the lady said here is your order. after working up an appetite i was ready to gorge the food. midway in the meal did i realise that not only was the curry i had ordered for was different but the parathas were 6 in number and i couldnt stop laughing. poor guy!
then again at 11 i catched seinfeld and then went to bed to get up for work the next day.
the next day (i.e. today):
i get up and reach office and lo,even the lights that were switched on yesterday were off. stayed there for about an hour(cause i had screwed up my bot :D) and then returned home. and then spent the rest of the day sleeping :D.
and in the 2 days i did a little more than 100 kms of riding the bike. talk about being roadie!!!
well i hope these happy days keep coming.
and yea i am being paid for these 2 days :P .
till next time
ciao
Monday, October 02, 2006
Scribble...Scribble.
Well its Dashera today and in Gujarat it only spells out as fafda and jalebi! :P
So I was going to get them following the tradition .en-route to the shop at one of the road crossings,there was no policeman at sight,yet the riders behaved as tamed cattle stopping when red and moving when green. not one did break the signal light and speed away,no sir!strange but true...
Its like they are finally getting some brains and learning, good for them.
On an another note,for my brother who might be reading this, I just had hot jalebis and they were awesome followed by fafda and that thing you like the most! ):-]
As they say at your place, Au Revoir
So I was going to get them following the tradition .en-route to the shop at one of the road crossings,there was no policeman at sight,yet the riders behaved as tamed cattle stopping when red and moving when green. not one did break the signal light and speed away,no sir!strange but true...
Its like they are finally getting some brains and learning, good for them.
On an another note,for my brother who might be reading this, I just had hot jalebis and they were awesome followed by fafda and that thing you like the most! ):-]
As they say at your place, Au Revoir
Friday, September 29, 2006
My experiences at the dental clinic
People say I talk a lot. Well this was one time I felt like keeping my mouth wide shut. Last week when I had gone to the dentist to fix myself an appointment for a regular clean up job, I enquired about my jaw structure to which she didnt bother replying and that was discouraging. She said that I have to get my teeth clean of the tartar or whatever,didnt make much sense to me.
So next week(i.e. today) I visited the dentist again. And the head dentist said,"Boyo you got yourself a cavity there." I said,"I already have four, I could certainly do without one!". He said "There was a cavity in the front tooth,the one you see when one smiles. " I was left with no choice and decided to go ahead with the cavity filling.
Thank God, they discovered anaesthesia!But ask Him why didnt they administer it to me! The drill the dentist used was the mother of all tooth drillers.I can still feel the vibrations. So now he bore a hole into my tooth. The way I felt it,he was mercilessly pounding the tooth, till he got what he desired and it didnt hurt him a wee bit to see me wriggle in pain,horrible, horrible pain. Now I had a peekhole in my front tooth.Imagine that!
Then I was taken to the regular drilling gig where the she-dentist was incharge to remove the useless deposits otherwise known as tartar and plaque. And she was no less brutal if not more than the he-dentist,with the only difference being that the driller was set to medium level. She was repeatedly asking me to widen my jaw and I was like ,"Yea right!". My gums bled and what not. Then she in accordance to the colour of my enamel, got the filling mixture ready and used some laser gun kinda thing to harden the filling. Now it looked spanking new as if there was no hole there!
The cleaning was done with a lot of bloodshed. During the entire operation, I was suprised to repeat to myself,"Pain is worship", "Pain is worship" ;I really had no idea why. And when there was pain,my body stiffened and thereafter I tried to relax by repeating "Pain is worship".
Before going to the dentist, I said to myself well this is just a routine operation and nothing would happen. I went in there with a strong will not to bow down to pain. But with the tools that the the dentist had put on his table, the sight itself pulverized my first line of defence. But "Pain is worship" and then after the entire job was done, I must admit the job was done perfectly. I could now see the glistening white teeth that were buried underneath the junk I ate so carelessly without bothering to clean my teeth,well I learnt my lesson.
I must warn you though, dentists are not for the weak hearted!
Au revoir
So next week(i.e. today) I visited the dentist again. And the head dentist said,"Boyo you got yourself a cavity there." I said,"I already have four, I could certainly do without one!". He said "There was a cavity in the front tooth,the one you see when one smiles. " I was left with no choice and decided to go ahead with the cavity filling.
Thank God, they discovered anaesthesia!But ask Him why didnt they administer it to me! The drill the dentist used was the mother of all tooth drillers.I can still feel the vibrations. So now he bore a hole into my tooth. The way I felt it,he was mercilessly pounding the tooth, till he got what he desired and it didnt hurt him a wee bit to see me wriggle in pain,horrible, horrible pain. Now I had a peekhole in my front tooth.Imagine that!
Then I was taken to the regular drilling gig where the she-dentist was incharge to remove the useless deposits otherwise known as tartar and plaque. And she was no less brutal if not more than the he-dentist,with the only difference being that the driller was set to medium level. She was repeatedly asking me to widen my jaw and I was like ,"Yea right!". My gums bled and what not. Then she in accordance to the colour of my enamel, got the filling mixture ready and used some laser gun kinda thing to harden the filling. Now it looked spanking new as if there was no hole there!
The cleaning was done with a lot of bloodshed. During the entire operation, I was suprised to repeat to myself,"Pain is worship", "Pain is worship" ;I really had no idea why. And when there was pain,my body stiffened and thereafter I tried to relax by repeating "Pain is worship".
Before going to the dentist, I said to myself well this is just a routine operation and nothing would happen. I went in there with a strong will not to bow down to pain. But with the tools that the the dentist had put on his table, the sight itself pulverized my first line of defence. But "Pain is worship" and then after the entire job was done, I must admit the job was done perfectly. I could now see the glistening white teeth that were buried underneath the junk I ate so carelessly without bothering to clean my teeth,well I learnt my lesson.
I must warn you though, dentists are not for the weak hearted!
Au revoir
Monday, September 11, 2006
All men are equal, some…. Are more equal
While I still figure the title for this post, the reason for penning it stems after reading a well known book –Animal Farm by George Orwell.
The pyramid has been one of the frequently used geometric shapes used by historians to describe the distribution of power and the number of people privileged with that power.
Throughout history, there have been revolutions roused by the maltreatment of the junta by the power possessing tyrants and eventually the junta winning it and breathing freedom, well till until another revolution sparks off.
What I can’t seem to figure out is the time the plebeians take to realize the maltreatment by their “lords” and the reasons which compel them to take such a step.
From the way I see it, the horrendous acts were being perpetrated since decades and with the plebeians in majority, they would always stand to win, if they had mutinied. History says they did and only after some lapse of time (decades or hundreds of years after). Were they afraid of giving up something so precious that, the possession of it outweighed the brutality they had to face everyday, till one fine day when they realized that it mattered no more?
Perhaps they were afraid of death, the onslaught of soldiers or the treatment if they had failed in their motive. But what are the odds against a million commoners to a hundred thousand soldiers?
One other aspect that intrigued me was the type of government formed after the mutiny, and the factors influencing it. The Bolsheviks carried out the as per the doctrines of Karl Marx and thus lay the seeds of Communism. Then there is The Congress after the American Revolution which decided to go with the Federal form of governance. The Indian Congress Party opting for Democracy. Any government model will fail, if the power isn’t vested in the hands of the commoners, for the simple reason of them being in majority.
It seems I need to do some sleuthing. George Orwell has done a perfect job to convey an idea through Animal Farm.
Till we meet again,
Au revior.
The pyramid has been one of the frequently used geometric shapes used by historians to describe the distribution of power and the number of people privileged with that power.
Throughout history, there have been revolutions roused by the maltreatment of the junta by the power possessing tyrants and eventually the junta winning it and breathing freedom, well till until another revolution sparks off.
What I can’t seem to figure out is the time the plebeians take to realize the maltreatment by their “lords” and the reasons which compel them to take such a step.
From the way I see it, the horrendous acts were being perpetrated since decades and with the plebeians in majority, they would always stand to win, if they had mutinied. History says they did and only after some lapse of time (decades or hundreds of years after). Were they afraid of giving up something so precious that, the possession of it outweighed the brutality they had to face everyday, till one fine day when they realized that it mattered no more?
Perhaps they were afraid of death, the onslaught of soldiers or the treatment if they had failed in their motive. But what are the odds against a million commoners to a hundred thousand soldiers?
One other aspect that intrigued me was the type of government formed after the mutiny, and the factors influencing it. The Bolsheviks carried out the as per the doctrines of Karl Marx and thus lay the seeds of Communism. Then there is The Congress after the American Revolution which decided to go with the Federal form of governance. The Indian Congress Party opting for Democracy. Any government model will fail, if the power isn’t vested in the hands of the commoners, for the simple reason of them being in majority.
It seems I need to do some sleuthing. George Orwell has done a perfect job to convey an idea through Animal Farm.
Till we meet again,
Au revior.
Nightfall-Issac Asimov
Nightfall-Issac Asimov
A week now since I had last scribbled something. Surprisingly I have taken something sort of an addiction to books. That’s pretty much what I do at my workplace. And its fun.
Last week I had finished Nightfall by Issac Asimov. It more or less was a decent story but with banal descriptions of the surroundings after a calamity had befallen upon them, makes you shirk it.
Asimov has tried to describe the psyche of the inhabitants of a certain planet Kaglash, which has 6 suns and hence always bathed in their light, when they are left nothing with profound darkness.
The foundations of the plot are neatly laid and as one progresses to the descriptions after the holocaust, the repetitions of the disorientation of the civilians and the resulting rioting and destruction become unwelcomed. The story though ends abruptly. It’s like you are cruising and suddenly out of no where there is a brick wall in your path and you crash into it.
Like any other fiction story, Asimov has included scientific notations and postulates tailored to the planet of course.
A treat for a fiction fanatic!
I would give it 6/10.
Till we meet again
Cheerio
pz
A week now since I had last scribbled something. Surprisingly I have taken something sort of an addiction to books. That’s pretty much what I do at my workplace. And its fun.
Last week I had finished Nightfall by Issac Asimov. It more or less was a decent story but with banal descriptions of the surroundings after a calamity had befallen upon them, makes you shirk it.
Asimov has tried to describe the psyche of the inhabitants of a certain planet Kaglash, which has 6 suns and hence always bathed in their light, when they are left nothing with profound darkness.
The foundations of the plot are neatly laid and as one progresses to the descriptions after the holocaust, the repetitions of the disorientation of the civilians and the resulting rioting and destruction become unwelcomed. The story though ends abruptly. It’s like you are cruising and suddenly out of no where there is a brick wall in your path and you crash into it.
Like any other fiction story, Asimov has included scientific notations and postulates tailored to the planet of course.
A treat for a fiction fanatic!
I would give it 6/10.
Till we meet again
Cheerio
pz
Monday, September 04, 2006
media circus
it goes around by many names.the fourth estate for one.
it truly epitomizes the meaning of "the pen is mightier than the sword".although with times cliches need to change too. the adage quoted holds true even now but it could certainly use an updation.
of course i am refering to the media not the print media but the television media. both of them are involved in the same type of work, but what is different is how the information is disseminated amongst the masses and in todays world ,how quickly.
the dawn of the twenty first century ushered in a face lift in indian journalism.all of a sudden there is rush or craze if you may call it;to transmit the news to the people.and this was welcomed by the people initially.
but then everything suffers with time if not well kept. news was no other. in their mad rush to deliver the news, they ran out of quality. on a slow newsday you could see casters and reporters talking really jibberish and talking for the sake of it.
but that doesnt entirely summarize my point. the sole intention of penning this down(if one can call it penning) was roused after i had seen certain news reports.
media, as i have seen it is equivalent to a circus. the one who has enough material to dish out gets the limelight and fades away once he is done with it. i will present 2 instances which were equally contradictory which reveal the some of the many facets of media.
#1 -:-
the media was very successful in raising the nation's voice for the rape cases of the unfortuante victims and played a key role in opening its cases again,so that justice be served!
#2 -:-
recently india or should i say the world lost one of the finest exponents in classical music. Ustad Bismillah Khan. as usual the tv hounds were fast after his trail and started eulogizing a man whom they hadn't mentioned even once for his marvellous achievements. and he did deserve to be on television though he didnt crave for it(he was awarded the bharat ratna-india's highest civilan honour). they were delivering praising anecdotes but that lasted for that very day only. the next day they moved on as if nothing had happened.
well this was quite unfair. there was a man who had spent his life on an instrument and had enthralled an audience with his craft and all he got was a place in the media(i am refering to the tv news channels!) for about 8 hours or so,just so because he was no more.
quite unfair and absurd.
i guess our country doesnt have the knack to recognize and honour the magnificient talents.its a shame and our ill luck.
but the media does get some credit.it atleast enlightens the ignorants about such fine people,though at the time of their death.
thats media for you.
you want to avoid it,but you cannot ignore it!
it truly epitomizes the meaning of "the pen is mightier than the sword".although with times cliches need to change too. the adage quoted holds true even now but it could certainly use an updation.
of course i am refering to the media not the print media but the television media. both of them are involved in the same type of work, but what is different is how the information is disseminated amongst the masses and in todays world ,how quickly.
the dawn of the twenty first century ushered in a face lift in indian journalism.all of a sudden there is rush or craze if you may call it;to transmit the news to the people.and this was welcomed by the people initially.
but then everything suffers with time if not well kept. news was no other. in their mad rush to deliver the news, they ran out of quality. on a slow newsday you could see casters and reporters talking really jibberish and talking for the sake of it.
but that doesnt entirely summarize my point. the sole intention of penning this down(if one can call it penning) was roused after i had seen certain news reports.
media, as i have seen it is equivalent to a circus. the one who has enough material to dish out gets the limelight and fades away once he is done with it. i will present 2 instances which were equally contradictory which reveal the some of the many facets of media.
#1 -:-
the media was very successful in raising the nation's voice for the rape cases of the unfortuante victims and played a key role in opening its cases again,so that justice be served!
#2 -:-
recently india or should i say the world lost one of the finest exponents in classical music. Ustad Bismillah Khan. as usual the tv hounds were fast after his trail and started eulogizing a man whom they hadn't mentioned even once for his marvellous achievements. and he did deserve to be on television though he didnt crave for it(he was awarded the bharat ratna-india's highest civilan honour). they were delivering praising anecdotes but that lasted for that very day only. the next day they moved on as if nothing had happened.
well this was quite unfair. there was a man who had spent his life on an instrument and had enthralled an audience with his craft and all he got was a place in the media(i am refering to the tv news channels!) for about 8 hours or so,just so because he was no more.
quite unfair and absurd.
i guess our country doesnt have the knack to recognize and honour the magnificient talents.its a shame and our ill luck.
but the media does get some credit.it atleast enlightens the ignorants about such fine people,though at the time of their death.
thats media for you.
you want to avoid it,but you cannot ignore it!
Sunday, September 03, 2006
american gods -neil gaiman
the front page reads out as "Dark fantasy". i would second that.
anyway, its been a good read. the title itself suggests a saga in biblical proportions and the image of the book seems pretty out of place to befit the title "American Gods",but there had to be an image anyway,so what better than put an image showing what gods are good at, smiting and throwing lightening bolts at creatures/things far less powerful than themselves.
the story opens itself with the rivalry between the new age gods and the old forgotten gods, who seek to make their presence felt. this was materialized through the a battle between the two parties and the winner takes it all. shadow is the protagonist and is picked up by the All-Father, Odin/the Grimnir etc etc.... to act as an errand boy.
lots of stuff happen which merely builds up the plot and one such event which aggravated the old gods was the death of Odin. and then right before the battle, shadow the errand boy discovers that this was all the handiwork of Odin and Loki,the norse gods, to fill the reservoir of faith/sacrifice,which the gods(in general) feeded upon to survive and what better sacrfice would be to them (Odin and Loki)than the sacrifice of gods fighting for him,avenging his death.
so the protagonist steps in and enlightens them all of this fact and the battles stop. then and there. this perhaps was the sudden anticlimax which certainly i didnt expect. they stop and return back to their activities and the world is good again. shadow who has lost it all now seeks to start a new life somewhere afresh.
as Mr.Ibis says "That is the tale,rest is all detail."
as for the story,it was definitely novel, and had taken me by surprise with the turn of certain events,then again, its a story!
one thing i found amusing was the gods were depicted as normal human beings who dealt their emotions pretty much the way humans do, who dealt with the daily activities as humans do. so that is something different.
till we meet ,
au revior
anyway, its been a good read. the title itself suggests a saga in biblical proportions and the image of the book seems pretty out of place to befit the title "American Gods",but there had to be an image anyway,so what better than put an image showing what gods are good at, smiting and throwing lightening bolts at creatures/things far less powerful than themselves.
the story opens itself with the rivalry between the new age gods and the old forgotten gods, who seek to make their presence felt. this was materialized through the a battle between the two parties and the winner takes it all. shadow is the protagonist and is picked up by the All-Father, Odin/the Grimnir etc etc.... to act as an errand boy.
lots of stuff happen which merely builds up the plot and one such event which aggravated the old gods was the death of Odin. and then right before the battle, shadow the errand boy discovers that this was all the handiwork of Odin and Loki,the norse gods, to fill the reservoir of faith/sacrifice,which the gods(in general) feeded upon to survive and what better sacrfice would be to them (Odin and Loki)than the sacrifice of gods fighting for him,avenging his death.
so the protagonist steps in and enlightens them all of this fact and the battles stop. then and there. this perhaps was the sudden anticlimax which certainly i didnt expect. they stop and return back to their activities and the world is good again. shadow who has lost it all now seeks to start a new life somewhere afresh.
as Mr.Ibis says "That is the tale,rest is all detail."
as for the story,it was definitely novel, and had taken me by surprise with the turn of certain events,then again, its a story!
one thing i found amusing was the gods were depicted as normal human beings who dealt their emotions pretty much the way humans do, who dealt with the daily activities as humans do. so that is something different.
till we meet ,
au revior
Friday, August 25, 2006
where's the rush???
well i have been wanting to write a post for a while and the post count has now cumilated to 3 :p.
anyway,
if you are in india and that too particularly in ahmedabad, then you would certainly be confounded by the behaviour of the common people outdoors. surely not like animals who become emancipated(or are atleast potrayed in the movies) in the great outdoors nevertheless it surely doesnt fail to catch the eye of person who is alien to it.
i really dont know if this tendency is cornered only in ahmedabad or the rest of india, but it wouldnt be hard to presume about the latter.
scene #1:
you are standing at a bus stop. waiting for a bus. there are other people as well waiting for the same bus. the bus comes along. it is empty! freeze frame: now typically one would wait till the bus comes to a halt and then let the conductor open the doors . then you board the bus. but no. our junta has it all figured out! the people as soon as they see the bus from a distance start gathering at a place (which by the way is about ~30 meters? or so from the actual bus stop!).
not feeling inundated the bus driver tries his best to halt at the bus stop. but as soon as the bus enters their territory they hunt for the door waiting for it to open/or open it themselves and then board the bus(i think its something sorta a personal victory!yes, first in the bus 3 times, in your face jerry! woohoo i am the king! sorta feeling.although no really bothers to laud him on his personal achievement.) now the bus actually comes to a halt at the bus stop with about 10 people holding the door in all possible directions,imagine that!the bus then halts for yet another 3 minutes or so and then departs.
freeze frame finish.
scene #2:
you are on your way to college. and to reach to it you need to board a train and that too in the general compartment.the train has arrived at the platform. the people who want to board the train faithfully pave the way for the people who want to disembark it.once done its a rat race. shouting ,fighting and altercations fills the then clement atmosphere. now everybody is in, time for the train to move,cause i am in, move go go, why is it not going. well the train lazily sits there for another few minutes and then goes ahead in its journey. now here is a more formal way,they know where it is going to stop and they know they cant stop it where that want it to. they know they would have to let the people out, so wait till it comes to a halt and then attack. better organised than the bus people.
scene #3:
this has to be the best one of all!
you move around the city quite often. and you have a vehicle. so you drive around the city in your gleaming machine. but there are lots of intersections. and in todays world they have traffic signals! dagnamit!! and to put the commuters at ease the traffic police has timers installed that indicate the time left till the signal goes green. but nothing will dissuade our amatuer f1 and superbike racers. no matter what number the timer flashes they have their engines revving up,ready to at the instant of it going green. now there is about 10 whole seconds(now thats a lot of time,for a traffic signal) but our people are half way on the road, religiously waiting for it to go green, since the timer flashed 15 seconds. now the inanimate traffic signal has caused their patience to reach its zenith. there is no stopping now. 10 seconds on the timer and you see people moving ahead! the traffic police however is no match for the sheer rush coming at them. also i have noticed one thing. even though you have no place to go ahead, the guy behind you will honk the hell out thereby insisting go ahead and you look at him puzzled,dude where? to which he replies in sign language and then you pay no heed. the honking then stops. now some people restrict themselves behind the stop line till the signal goes green. once it has gone green, their calm demeanour is overthrown by a crass personality which gives out a barrage of expletives, demanding you to go ahead.
well these scenarios concur to one unanswered question. that would be "where is the rush?" to which apparently many people will be without an answer but logically put, all of them would be given a chance to board the bus/ train , but we are too impatient to wait for our chance!!!!
till we meet again,adios!
:)
anyway,
if you are in india and that too particularly in ahmedabad, then you would certainly be confounded by the behaviour of the common people outdoors. surely not like animals who become emancipated(or are atleast potrayed in the movies) in the great outdoors nevertheless it surely doesnt fail to catch the eye of person who is alien to it.
i really dont know if this tendency is cornered only in ahmedabad or the rest of india, but it wouldnt be hard to presume about the latter.
scene #1:
you are standing at a bus stop. waiting for a bus. there are other people as well waiting for the same bus. the bus comes along. it is empty! freeze frame: now typically one would wait till the bus comes to a halt and then let the conductor open the doors . then you board the bus. but no. our junta has it all figured out! the people as soon as they see the bus from a distance start gathering at a place (which by the way is about ~30 meters? or so from the actual bus stop!).
not feeling inundated the bus driver tries his best to halt at the bus stop. but as soon as the bus enters their territory they hunt for the door waiting for it to open/or open it themselves and then board the bus(i think its something sorta a personal victory!yes, first in the bus 3 times, in your face jerry! woohoo i am the king! sorta feeling.although no really bothers to laud him on his personal achievement.) now the bus actually comes to a halt at the bus stop with about 10 people holding the door in all possible directions,imagine that!the bus then halts for yet another 3 minutes or so and then departs.
freeze frame finish.
scene #2:
you are on your way to college. and to reach to it you need to board a train and that too in the general compartment.the train has arrived at the platform. the people who want to board the train faithfully pave the way for the people who want to disembark it.once done its a rat race. shouting ,fighting and altercations fills the then clement atmosphere. now everybody is in, time for the train to move,cause i am in, move go go, why is it not going. well the train lazily sits there for another few minutes and then goes ahead in its journey. now here is a more formal way,they know where it is going to stop and they know they cant stop it where that want it to. they know they would have to let the people out, so wait till it comes to a halt and then attack. better organised than the bus people.
scene #3:
this has to be the best one of all!
you move around the city quite often. and you have a vehicle. so you drive around the city in your gleaming machine. but there are lots of intersections. and in todays world they have traffic signals! dagnamit!! and to put the commuters at ease the traffic police has timers installed that indicate the time left till the signal goes green. but nothing will dissuade our amatuer f1 and superbike racers. no matter what number the timer flashes they have their engines revving up,ready to at the instant of it going green. now there is about 10 whole seconds(now thats a lot of time,for a traffic signal) but our people are half way on the road, religiously waiting for it to go green, since the timer flashed 15 seconds. now the inanimate traffic signal has caused their patience to reach its zenith. there is no stopping now. 10 seconds on the timer and you see people moving ahead! the traffic police however is no match for the sheer rush coming at them. also i have noticed one thing. even though you have no place to go ahead, the guy behind you will honk the hell out thereby insisting go ahead and you look at him puzzled,dude where? to which he replies in sign language and then you pay no heed. the honking then stops. now some people restrict themselves behind the stop line till the signal goes green. once it has gone green, their calm demeanour is overthrown by a crass personality which gives out a barrage of expletives, demanding you to go ahead.
well these scenarios concur to one unanswered question. that would be "where is the rush?" to which apparently many people will be without an answer but logically put, all of them would be given a chance to board the bus/ train , but we are too impatient to wait for our chance!!!!
till we meet again,adios!
:)
Thursday, August 17, 2006
you got m@il
you switch on the internet connection and jot your username and password in the yahoo messenger and it pops a message which reads out that you have no new messages
yet with a spark of hope, you log into the site and again input your name and password only to see that somebody has actually remembered you,though its not from the crowd you would expect or want!
to your dismay you find that your inbox is empty, but your bulk folder has mails!!!
hesitantly you open your bulk folder only to find mails that either amuse you or what were they thinking type of mails!?!
there is a guy who constantly tries to sell me rolex watches at cheap rates. then he adds that they are rolex look alike and they are just like rolexes.
to escape the wrath of the spam filter(which by the way is very weak, in case of yahoo), some mails have weird stories, with their motives revealed later.
then you have pre approved loans. for a person who doesnt earn!!! :P
then this is the best : c@n you s@t!sfy your girlfriend? then the list follows with various medications that assure you of increase in penal length with absolutely no side effects. ahh... i always am strides by the achievements of the medical world.
similar to these are |ncre@se your penal length by 4 inches.... :P
you also get mails from a person who is in possession of a long lost treasure and wants to share it with you. jeez...am i lucky or what!!!!
and then you have ppl selling degrees of your liking with authenticity guarenteed!!!and you must hurry this for a limited time only!!!
and the most amusing part is that, the mailing address doesnt have your address, it has been addressed to some other character.
and they seem to be relentless in sending them and they are increasing by the day.
hehe......
well check your bulk folder now, cause you got mail
yet with a spark of hope, you log into the site and again input your name and password only to see that somebody has actually remembered you,though its not from the crowd you would expect or want!
to your dismay you find that your inbox is empty, but your bulk folder has mails!!!
hesitantly you open your bulk folder only to find mails that either amuse you or what were they thinking type of mails!?!
there is a guy who constantly tries to sell me rolex watches at cheap rates. then he adds that they are rolex look alike and they are just like rolexes.
to escape the wrath of the spam filter(which by the way is very weak, in case of yahoo), some mails have weird stories, with their motives revealed later.
then you have pre approved loans. for a person who doesnt earn!!! :P
then this is the best : c@n you s@t!sfy your girlfriend? then the list follows with various medications that assure you of increase in penal length with absolutely no side effects. ahh... i always am strides by the achievements of the medical world.
similar to these are |ncre@se your penal length by 4 inches.... :P
you also get mails from a person who is in possession of a long lost treasure and wants to share it with you. jeez...am i lucky or what!!!!
and then you have ppl selling degrees of your liking with authenticity guarenteed!!!and you must hurry this for a limited time only!!!
and the most amusing part is that, the mailing address doesnt have your address, it has been addressed to some other character.
and they seem to be relentless in sending them and they are increasing by the day.
hehe......
well check your bulk folder now, cause you got mail
Friday, August 04, 2006
funny moments around you
long time no post....hmm..
well here is one :)
since i was out of the house for a considerable period of time for the past few days, i noticed few events that were quite funny....
i was descending the stairs in the college when i saw a notice board which read out :
Inaugration of abc building ,By def
thats how usual a normal announcement looked like.but the authorities here took care that the notice aroused everybody's interest and the following was appended:
(Refreshments provided)
seemed like the only way to have a sizeable audience would be by assuring them that there is something in store for them if they attend the function. :P
this event happened while i was coming back from the station .
the time was 6 pm and the evening rush was at its peak. with hardly any space to drive comfortably and to be on your toes all the time , you will certainly find it amusing when there is a donkey trying to ride the other donkey who is trying to escape this event ,yet the riding donkey is relentless in his pursuit and that too in your lane with the donkey going the opposite way . donkeys this way ,the public that way turning their heads.
this one happened not with me but with a friend of mine. money speaks !
he had come to the college for some work and found that the intended sir was not at his desk.upon asking the peon for his whereabouts ,he doesnt reply back. when the peon saw a Rs.50 flashing, he grabbed it and reached for the nearest phone and was heard saying :
Sir ,where are you?. Sir would have replied ,"Why what happened?". To which the peon says,"You have to sign some documents." and the next thing you see is the sir walking towards his desk.do you think they are working together?
i ought go out more often, there are tons of pranks that go unnoticed and it is time that someone shot it ,on a camera that is ;)
well here is one :)
since i was out of the house for a considerable period of time for the past few days, i noticed few events that were quite funny....
i was descending the stairs in the college when i saw a notice board which read out :
Inaugration of abc building ,By def
thats how usual a normal announcement looked like.but the authorities here took care that the notice aroused everybody's interest and the following was appended:
(Refreshments provided)
seemed like the only way to have a sizeable audience would be by assuring them that there is something in store for them if they attend the function. :P
this event happened while i was coming back from the station .
the time was 6 pm and the evening rush was at its peak. with hardly any space to drive comfortably and to be on your toes all the time , you will certainly find it amusing when there is a donkey trying to ride the other donkey who is trying to escape this event ,yet the riding donkey is relentless in his pursuit and that too in your lane with the donkey going the opposite way . donkeys this way ,the public that way turning their heads.
this one happened not with me but with a friend of mine. money speaks !
he had come to the college for some work and found that the intended sir was not at his desk.upon asking the peon for his whereabouts ,he doesnt reply back. when the peon saw a Rs.50 flashing, he grabbed it and reached for the nearest phone and was heard saying :
Sir ,where are you?. Sir would have replied ,"Why what happened?". To which the peon says,"You have to sign some documents." and the next thing you see is the sir walking towards his desk.do you think they are working together?
i ought go out more often, there are tons of pranks that go unnoticed and it is time that someone shot it ,on a camera that is ;)
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
whats in a name?
this is a famous quote by shakespeare as all know.
he would have been right during his times,but these days,name is everything.
a docile guy with no talent but job is considered to be intelligent than a guy with brains but no job,they assume!what good is a man without brains?
a growing tendency today is to possess talent that will materialize into lucrative,they say.well then we shouldnt define it as talent then for it is pursued not for the joy but with a purpose!!!
one needs a job to talk eye to eye with the other,they say!bah!!!what absurdity! just so to give an equally befitting reply you need a job,talent is down the drains ,they say. personal thoughts ,desires ,achievements, etc. are of no value until you have job ,they say. you are looked down ,they say.
do what the crowd does,if you do something different you will get royally screwed,they say!dish out your creativity and join the zombie workforce,they imply!
well they say a lot of things.....
he would have been right during his times,but these days,name is everything.
a docile guy with no talent but job is considered to be intelligent than a guy with brains but no job,they assume!what good is a man without brains?
a growing tendency today is to possess talent that will materialize into lucrative,they say.well then we shouldnt define it as talent then for it is pursued not for the joy but with a purpose!!!
one needs a job to talk eye to eye with the other,they say!bah!!!what absurdity! just so to give an equally befitting reply you need a job,talent is down the drains ,they say. personal thoughts ,desires ,achievements, etc. are of no value until you have job ,they say. you are looked down ,they say.
do what the crowd does,if you do something different you will get royally screwed,they say!dish out your creativity and join the zombie workforce,they imply!
well they say a lot of things.....
Saturday, July 22, 2006
***** hotels
there are times when you yearn to go to a five star hotels just to taste the much talked about ambience,hospitality, and food(i really dont know about if this is talked about or not) and fortunately my prayers were answered today on July 22 2006.
there is a common notion that the food at hotels is inversely proportional to the type of hotel ,i will second that to a very large extent excluding the really dilapidated hotels.
to begin with we certainly werent dressed for a five star hotel(people judge by the way you look they say) and we were a bit wet owing to the downpour.one of my friends mom ridiculed ,do come back home for food,i will make some ,in case they throw you out. hehe....
anyway...we marched to the doors of taj ummed,where we were questioned by the guard(who by the way speaks english and commanding at that,this is where perhaps you begin to realise that you are going to some place grand!) of our motives and we enlightened him with the details. he guided us to the place. i couldnt fail to notice the texture ,the colours etc. of the room was elegant ,in the sense it was pleasing.
we were led to jacaranda(which happens to be a flower!we had asked that guy about it). the murals on the walls ,the artwork depicted an oriental presence(with chinese art taking the lion share) in the jacaranda but ironical to the fact that we were served punjabi food!!!
these people have everything in style. the desserts etc was laid on ice,yes ice. and the waiters here are trained to be mindreaders,literally!!!
they had lasagnia which they had run out off and the maitre de assured me that he would get it and made a run of the kitchen. in the meantime i pampered myself with other delicacies and upon returning to lasagnia ,i found that it still hadnt arrived from the kitchen. so i said to myself i shall have it later. i was relating this to a friend of mine and no sooner had i finished recounting my tale , a sizeable cup with lasagnia was produced before me.i was agape!!!honestly agape and was certain that the waiter hadnt heard a word i was saying as people beside me couldnt.
after dinner,i rushed for desserts where there was this narrow cyclindrical cup with mango souffle. after reaching my seat did i realise that i needed a smaller spoon to fit inside the cylindrical cup.spot on.the waiter produced one for me.the same guy! i was open mouthed !
on 2 counts ,i neither signalled the waiter nor said it loudly for the waiter to hear to my needs, yet i was pleased with my wants. perhaps this is where the money is worth. they charge us to pay off the mind reading classes. on the whole the food was ok, i wouldnt mind going to some other hotel and get the same type of food but the experience was fun as this was my first time there and i really dont know when the next time will be.
p.s.:they have a shoe shiner outside the restroom.
there is a common notion that the food at hotels is inversely proportional to the type of hotel ,i will second that to a very large extent excluding the really dilapidated hotels.
to begin with we certainly werent dressed for a five star hotel(people judge by the way you look they say) and we were a bit wet owing to the downpour.one of my friends mom ridiculed ,do come back home for food,i will make some ,in case they throw you out. hehe....
anyway...we marched to the doors of taj ummed,where we were questioned by the guard(who by the way speaks english and commanding at that,this is where perhaps you begin to realise that you are going to some place grand!) of our motives and we enlightened him with the details. he guided us to the place. i couldnt fail to notice the texture ,the colours etc. of the room was elegant ,in the sense it was pleasing.
we were led to jacaranda(which happens to be a flower!we had asked that guy about it). the murals on the walls ,the artwork depicted an oriental presence(with chinese art taking the lion share) in the jacaranda but ironical to the fact that we were served punjabi food!!!
these people have everything in style. the desserts etc was laid on ice,yes ice. and the waiters here are trained to be mindreaders,literally!!!
they had lasagnia which they had run out off and the maitre de assured me that he would get it and made a run of the kitchen. in the meantime i pampered myself with other delicacies and upon returning to lasagnia ,i found that it still hadnt arrived from the kitchen. so i said to myself i shall have it later. i was relating this to a friend of mine and no sooner had i finished recounting my tale , a sizeable cup with lasagnia was produced before me.i was agape!!!honestly agape and was certain that the waiter hadnt heard a word i was saying as people beside me couldnt.
after dinner,i rushed for desserts where there was this narrow cyclindrical cup with mango souffle. after reaching my seat did i realise that i needed a smaller spoon to fit inside the cylindrical cup.spot on.the waiter produced one for me.the same guy! i was open mouthed !
on 2 counts ,i neither signalled the waiter nor said it loudly for the waiter to hear to my needs, yet i was pleased with my wants. perhaps this is where the money is worth. they charge us to pay off the mind reading classes. on the whole the food was ok, i wouldnt mind going to some other hotel and get the same type of food but the experience was fun as this was my first time there and i really dont know when the next time will be.
p.s.:they have a shoe shiner outside the restroom.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
dreams,illusions and you
life is always chequered. people sometimes feel a certain void which has sprung up for no inexplicable reason. how do they deal with it?
i cant comment on how others deal with it as i cannot pore into others' soul and ask around but what i can do is tell you something that happened to me. back in the college days i was totally a carefree person, hardly bothering about my academics as i thought i was better off without them. did i pay a price there? its too early to speculate but i have a gut feeling that i made the right choice ,whatever it may be,i dont know why but i do!
the general trend that one can see is :
12 standard (science) -> engineering -> job / higher studies.
i have completed dutifully the first two steps and am eagerly waiting for completing the third. but i was aghast to notice that people who pursued engineering where merely doing it for the sake of it ,not because of a fire in their stomachs. i found it really surprsing when the whole class had a liking to the one particular subject(which one would have never heard of and certainly oblivious of its implications in the industry or wherever) every semester as though ,this was their ulterior motive to pursue engineering and this liking seemed to fade with the final exams making room for a new fad. they were shallow in their interests and thoughts. the only motive that fired them was money.
end of the final semester and i saw my peers scurrying for jobs and not getting one would be considered as a blasphemy and it was only seen as a blotch in your career and as though thou art are doomed! and then there is this clan of students who are rigously preparing for their higher studies. i asked around and was constantly stunned by the same reply,they want their future to be secure! i argued that you can secure it with the degree you have in your hand but they didnt see the meaning of this statement for if at all their purpose is to be secure an undergraduate degree can also take you there. and when asked which field do you want to major in ,i was given equally vague answers. i was talking to people who were known to "score" marks and considered to be efficient in their methods but then again i came from a varsity which didnt deserve any boasting.
one of my friends remarked that i have a knack of defiance.today i potray everything that my peers at college are not. i am a total contrast to them. i have no job neither am i yearn for it, for i feel , jobs like theirs deserve no merit . anybody can accomplish it. i am not a poseur going around boasting of my knowledge . i do yearn for a higher studies. i intend to pursue it because i want to comphrehend the intricacies of a certain field. the effort put in that field and how it has affected the human life and mind you IT HAS!!! i certainly dont wish to pursue it with the idea of earning big bucks. sure i too yearn for money but i also put my passion as a criteria as well. in my college days i would have settled for a job (i had resigned from studies as i didnt enjoy the company of poseurs,though i had a very charming company of people who strived for something different from the rest, who had an unconditional love for a subject regardless of the semester,which was what kept me alive,seriously!!!),now after my internship i felt this is not my life.slogging over crap and also getting yelled at for nothing. no i didnt deserve a wee bit of this. my interests were vested in research ,thats where you come up with something seminal,something that makes you proud of. and to research ,i had to look at higher studies. i am fueled by passion.i will not compromise my dreams at any cost.
forward 3 months after graduation.the situtation is still the same, i am unemployed and i have dreams of graduating in computer security. i am made to understand my errors of the past and that i should have followed the path that my peers did . i honestly fail to see the reason . explaining them my point of view seems to be futile. i just am not them and i cant be them. they are scary!
i am home alone while i draft this and perhaps i am a bit bitter with my experiences but i am remarked to be man with defiance in the blood so i cant stop ,i have to surge on till i find my grail, i seek for so sorely. with pink floyds comfortably numb crooning in the background i feel in terms with a bliss that can be only felt and no words can be competent enough to describe.
this is what gives me hope:
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
-Pink Floyd
if anybody feels that he/she has been flamed,then my deepest apologies,i think i was omnious when i was typing this. and i am not boasting!!!i wanted to type more,but not interested!
i cant comment on how others deal with it as i cannot pore into others' soul and ask around but what i can do is tell you something that happened to me. back in the college days i was totally a carefree person, hardly bothering about my academics as i thought i was better off without them. did i pay a price there? its too early to speculate but i have a gut feeling that i made the right choice ,whatever it may be,i dont know why but i do!
the general trend that one can see is :
12 standard (science) -> engineering -> job / higher studies.
i have completed dutifully the first two steps and am eagerly waiting for completing the third. but i was aghast to notice that people who pursued engineering where merely doing it for the sake of it ,not because of a fire in their stomachs. i found it really surprsing when the whole class had a liking to the one particular subject(which one would have never heard of and certainly oblivious of its implications in the industry or wherever) every semester as though ,this was their ulterior motive to pursue engineering and this liking seemed to fade with the final exams making room for a new fad. they were shallow in their interests and thoughts. the only motive that fired them was money.
end of the final semester and i saw my peers scurrying for jobs and not getting one would be considered as a blasphemy and it was only seen as a blotch in your career and as though thou art are doomed! and then there is this clan of students who are rigously preparing for their higher studies. i asked around and was constantly stunned by the same reply,they want their future to be secure! i argued that you can secure it with the degree you have in your hand but they didnt see the meaning of this statement for if at all their purpose is to be secure an undergraduate degree can also take you there. and when asked which field do you want to major in ,i was given equally vague answers. i was talking to people who were known to "score" marks and considered to be efficient in their methods but then again i came from a varsity which didnt deserve any boasting.
one of my friends remarked that i have a knack of defiance.today i potray everything that my peers at college are not. i am a total contrast to them. i have no job neither am i yearn for it, for i feel , jobs like theirs deserve no merit . anybody can accomplish it. i am not a poseur going around boasting of my knowledge . i do yearn for a higher studies. i intend to pursue it because i want to comphrehend the intricacies of a certain field. the effort put in that field and how it has affected the human life and mind you IT HAS!!! i certainly dont wish to pursue it with the idea of earning big bucks. sure i too yearn for money but i also put my passion as a criteria as well. in my college days i would have settled for a job (i had resigned from studies as i didnt enjoy the company of poseurs,though i had a very charming company of people who strived for something different from the rest, who had an unconditional love for a subject regardless of the semester,which was what kept me alive,seriously!!!),now after my internship i felt this is not my life.slogging over crap and also getting yelled at for nothing. no i didnt deserve a wee bit of this. my interests were vested in research ,thats where you come up with something seminal,something that makes you proud of. and to research ,i had to look at higher studies. i am fueled by passion.i will not compromise my dreams at any cost.
forward 3 months after graduation.the situtation is still the same, i am unemployed and i have dreams of graduating in computer security. i am made to understand my errors of the past and that i should have followed the path that my peers did . i honestly fail to see the reason . explaining them my point of view seems to be futile. i just am not them and i cant be them. they are scary!
i am home alone while i draft this and perhaps i am a bit bitter with my experiences but i am remarked to be man with defiance in the blood so i cant stop ,i have to surge on till i find my grail, i seek for so sorely. with pink floyds comfortably numb crooning in the background i feel in terms with a bliss that can be only felt and no words can be competent enough to describe.
this is what gives me hope:
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
-Pink Floyd
if anybody feels that he/she has been flamed,then my deepest apologies,i think i was omnious when i was typing this. and i am not boasting!!!i wanted to type more,but not interested!
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
crash
imagine you are a character who has been influenced by the events in the morning and you choices make you crash into some other character which causes him to get aggravated,setting of a viscious circle, with each person oblivious of the crucial part he was playing to form that circle and but in the end the circle is complete to perfectness.
you meet a whole lot of people everyday and they then influence your actions along the day.
for eg.: one night you are a bit tipsy and the cop pulls you over and he molests you, but you belonging to the minority community and the rascism hasnt died down and you dont protest fearing for the worst.this has obviously caused a severe emotional setback. and you need to vent it out of the system but your means are very limited.the partner of the cop though is severely ashamed and demands for a new partner or a new police car.the cop got a new car the next morning.
second:
a group of two has just stolen a car ,a classly car. they enter the car and escape from the scene. one of the guy is superstitious and so places a small idol on the dashboard. while they are engrossed in a discussion they run over a chinese guy who was keying the door of his van.he is trapped under the car and is badly bruised and they dump him at the hospital(the keys stay intact on the lock). and then they make arrangements to sell that car. the next morning they are on the streets again for another steal. keeping in mind that they are blacks, they dont intend to rob from the fellow black man. but the driver is a black whose spouse was molested by a cop the last night. the driver is no longer subdued and though the assilants weild guns ,he is not afraid ,simply because he is pissed off for his earlier subjugation. he counterattacks them ,thereby causing the police to see the brawl. the supersitious one escapes by foot ,while the other accomplice boards the car with the driver still in his place and driving around till he decides to stop.
when the cop sees the person he realizes that the person is the guy from yesterday night and he is disturbed, the cop requests the sqaudron to lower their arms and lets the man go . the man also doesnt reveal the assailant sitting in the car. This changed the assailant's heart.
third:
a father has some medical insurance and he is suffering from a very painful disease.the son is fighting tooth and nail for seeing a doctor outside the insurance circle and wants it to be covered by them ,which they dont comply to and the son is very frustrated as he cant see his father suffer who had given a lot to the society.the son happened to be the cop who molested.
fourth:
you are a detective with a good looking partner of the opposite sex for a long time . you are ravishing her and suddenly you get a call from your mother who asks you to look for his younger brother as it is late night. you dismiss her by saying that you are ravishing a woman.
fifth:
owing to the severe mental distress caused last night the person couldnt hold the stress inside any longer and receiving no help from the spouse , she goes way over your head and be a part of a deadly accident and her car has capsized. the same cop who had molested her the last night now plays the role of the rescuer ,risking his life .though she is hesitant at first , since she doesnt have a choice she is helped by him . she is certainly taken aback.
sixth:
the assailants of the car have now splitted ways owing to the brawl earlier . the superstitious one now decides to go home and it is pretty late in the night. he manages to get hitched and then starts laughing softly. with the driver being white and the other being black,the driver is alarmed as to why he was laughing.upon asking he said it was nothing and due to the tarnished image the blacks hold in the society(not their fault) , the white asserts and parks the car onto the side of the road and asks the person to disembark. the black said it was no big deal,he wasnt laughing at him. the driver though wouldnt have any of it. the black then got excited a bit and asked if he wants to know what he laughing at and reaches for the pocket.fearing for the worst,the driver draws his gun out and shoots the black only to reveal that the black was showing an idol ,similar to the one on the dashboard. the guy who shot him was the cop who had got the new car in the morning .the body was dumped near to the highway.
seventh:
the wife of the chinese guy is asked by her husband to encash a cheque as soon as possible.she makes her way to the car.
eight:
the assailant (the one with a change of heart) remembers that the car keys are intact.he takes the car and wants to sell it. he goes to the garage and upon searching up the van ,he finds captive slaves who were going to be sold. he refuses to sell the car and drops them all off at some place,parting them with some money. he then boards a bus reflecting upon the events that happened to him today.
ninth:
feeling remorseful ,the detective sets out to find his brother out .the detective and his partner are involved in an minor accident which was actually a chain.a chinese woman had bumped into thier car as the chinese had seen the brake lights pretty late.there was a chain reaction of an accident caused way ahead on the road. and a crime scene was near by.during a crime scene investigation the detective's worst fears are answered. he finds his brother dumped in the grasses next to the highway.if it were for the detective he would be breathing now.
these stories ascribe the qualities of a fatist.
and as you can clearly outline, each one had made choices depending upon their situation and it has affected others sorely.
and if you were charmed by the stories above, i would suggest you to watch the movie crash and you will find it quite similar.
It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.
you meet a whole lot of people everyday and they then influence your actions along the day.
for eg.: one night you are a bit tipsy and the cop pulls you over and he molests you, but you belonging to the minority community and the rascism hasnt died down and you dont protest fearing for the worst.this has obviously caused a severe emotional setback. and you need to vent it out of the system but your means are very limited.the partner of the cop though is severely ashamed and demands for a new partner or a new police car.the cop got a new car the next morning.
second:
a group of two has just stolen a car ,a classly car. they enter the car and escape from the scene. one of the guy is superstitious and so places a small idol on the dashboard. while they are engrossed in a discussion they run over a chinese guy who was keying the door of his van.he is trapped under the car and is badly bruised and they dump him at the hospital(the keys stay intact on the lock). and then they make arrangements to sell that car. the next morning they are on the streets again for another steal. keeping in mind that they are blacks, they dont intend to rob from the fellow black man. but the driver is a black whose spouse was molested by a cop the last night. the driver is no longer subdued and though the assilants weild guns ,he is not afraid ,simply because he is pissed off for his earlier subjugation. he counterattacks them ,thereby causing the police to see the brawl. the supersitious one escapes by foot ,while the other accomplice boards the car with the driver still in his place and driving around till he decides to stop.
when the cop sees the person he realizes that the person is the guy from yesterday night and he is disturbed, the cop requests the sqaudron to lower their arms and lets the man go . the man also doesnt reveal the assailant sitting in the car. This changed the assailant's heart.
third:
a father has some medical insurance and he is suffering from a very painful disease.the son is fighting tooth and nail for seeing a doctor outside the insurance circle and wants it to be covered by them ,which they dont comply to and the son is very frustrated as he cant see his father suffer who had given a lot to the society.the son happened to be the cop who molested.
fourth:
you are a detective with a good looking partner of the opposite sex for a long time . you are ravishing her and suddenly you get a call from your mother who asks you to look for his younger brother as it is late night. you dismiss her by saying that you are ravishing a woman.
fifth:
owing to the severe mental distress caused last night the person couldnt hold the stress inside any longer and receiving no help from the spouse , she goes way over your head and be a part of a deadly accident and her car has capsized. the same cop who had molested her the last night now plays the role of the rescuer ,risking his life .though she is hesitant at first , since she doesnt have a choice she is helped by him . she is certainly taken aback.
sixth:
the assailants of the car have now splitted ways owing to the brawl earlier . the superstitious one now decides to go home and it is pretty late in the night. he manages to get hitched and then starts laughing softly. with the driver being white and the other being black,the driver is alarmed as to why he was laughing.upon asking he said it was nothing and due to the tarnished image the blacks hold in the society(not their fault) , the white asserts and parks the car onto the side of the road and asks the person to disembark. the black said it was no big deal,he wasnt laughing at him. the driver though wouldnt have any of it. the black then got excited a bit and asked if he wants to know what he laughing at and reaches for the pocket.fearing for the worst,the driver draws his gun out and shoots the black only to reveal that the black was showing an idol ,similar to the one on the dashboard. the guy who shot him was the cop who had got the new car in the morning .the body was dumped near to the highway.
seventh:
the wife of the chinese guy is asked by her husband to encash a cheque as soon as possible.she makes her way to the car.
eight:
the assailant (the one with a change of heart) remembers that the car keys are intact.he takes the car and wants to sell it. he goes to the garage and upon searching up the van ,he finds captive slaves who were going to be sold. he refuses to sell the car and drops them all off at some place,parting them with some money. he then boards a bus reflecting upon the events that happened to him today.
ninth:
feeling remorseful ,the detective sets out to find his brother out .the detective and his partner are involved in an minor accident which was actually a chain.a chinese woman had bumped into thier car as the chinese had seen the brake lights pretty late.there was a chain reaction of an accident caused way ahead on the road. and a crime scene was near by.during a crime scene investigation the detective's worst fears are answered. he finds his brother dumped in the grasses next to the highway.if it were for the detective he would be breathing now.
these stories ascribe the qualities of a fatist.
and as you can clearly outline, each one had made choices depending upon their situation and it has affected others sorely.
and if you were charmed by the stories above, i would suggest you to watch the movie crash and you will find it quite similar.
It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
european union-par exellence
throughout the history , man has sought means to attain peace for his realm.
and one of his tactics was to form factions. so now a group protected the vested interests of the domain till a more powerful faction came along.wars ,bloody battles ,famous ones at that, were fought and domains claimed! and the peace restored till the next aggressor came along.
fast forward to the 20th century.nothing different here.wars are still fought,domains however arent so easily claimed.with the "space age" communication techniques as compared to the era before people were even aware of gravity, everyone was aware of everything.
now cliques were formed.the united nations was setup to administer parameters that affected world peace. with the two world wars behind them , the countries yearned for world peace,which had a chequered success.
what the world then noticed was the formation of the european union in 1992.a group of countries in the european continent with a common policies to a very large extent.
it is very surprising to see admist the 26 countries ,there has been very little feud ,if at all, since its inception.
one of the bold moves was to have a common visa.one visa is valid for many different countries.second was absolutely staggering.common currency for the european continent.this idea was pulled off very successfully.
having a common currency amongst a group of nations is staggering.the economy ,the market of all the countries ,who happened to have different economies , didnt react virulently at all to the introduction of euro,instead it was welcomed. for the economically well off countries this should have been the greatest concern as their currency now is being devalued!but the plan was executed successfully and the euro is looking very strong.
how were these events possible?that too with astounding success. european lands have spectated many a gruesome battles.the two world wars was the final straw. every european country was in a ramshackle. and nobody had a liking for such distasteful events. to ensure that it doesnt happen again and to ensure that the countries help each other out,they pledged to be united and have no differences amongst them. this required extremely tolerance because europe was run over by scores of people with different ethnic backgrounds. yet the feeling was strong and look at where they are now today.renowned and prosperous!
it has really taken a good deal of perseverence of the europeans to pull of such a feat.i guess there is some lesson to be learnt for the factions of the other countries. its very evident. european union stands as a paragon for unity,tolerance,prosperity.they have literally dissolved their boundaries,while back in india ,politics are meant for drawing lines over the states till everyone of them is satisfied with what he/she has got. prosperity is their last concern ,having their votebanks full is their motto.
if only the cliques all over were to follow this novel example, then i guess we would have a better place to live. and the dream of john lennon for one would have been fulfilled.
....and they say i am a dreamer,but i am not the only one.
pz
and one of his tactics was to form factions. so now a group protected the vested interests of the domain till a more powerful faction came along.wars ,bloody battles ,famous ones at that, were fought and domains claimed! and the peace restored till the next aggressor came along.
fast forward to the 20th century.nothing different here.wars are still fought,domains however arent so easily claimed.with the "space age" communication techniques as compared to the era before people were even aware of gravity, everyone was aware of everything.
now cliques were formed.the united nations was setup to administer parameters that affected world peace. with the two world wars behind them , the countries yearned for world peace,which had a chequered success.
what the world then noticed was the formation of the european union in 1992.a group of countries in the european continent with a common policies to a very large extent.
it is very surprising to see admist the 26 countries ,there has been very little feud ,if at all, since its inception.
one of the bold moves was to have a common visa.one visa is valid for many different countries.second was absolutely staggering.common currency for the european continent.this idea was pulled off very successfully.
having a common currency amongst a group of nations is staggering.the economy ,the market of all the countries ,who happened to have different economies , didnt react virulently at all to the introduction of euro,instead it was welcomed. for the economically well off countries this should have been the greatest concern as their currency now is being devalued!but the plan was executed successfully and the euro is looking very strong.
how were these events possible?that too with astounding success. european lands have spectated many a gruesome battles.the two world wars was the final straw. every european country was in a ramshackle. and nobody had a liking for such distasteful events. to ensure that it doesnt happen again and to ensure that the countries help each other out,they pledged to be united and have no differences amongst them. this required extremely tolerance because europe was run over by scores of people with different ethnic backgrounds. yet the feeling was strong and look at where they are now today.renowned and prosperous!
it has really taken a good deal of perseverence of the europeans to pull of such a feat.i guess there is some lesson to be learnt for the factions of the other countries. its very evident. european union stands as a paragon for unity,tolerance,prosperity.they have literally dissolved their boundaries,while back in india ,politics are meant for drawing lines over the states till everyone of them is satisfied with what he/she has got. prosperity is their last concern ,having their votebanks full is their motto.
if only the cliques all over were to follow this novel example, then i guess we would have a better place to live. and the dream of john lennon for one would have been fulfilled.
....and they say i am a dreamer,but i am not the only one.
pz
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
cricket=indian sports - rest of the sports
sports has been one activity that has been pursued fervently as old as human civilization.though they have taken up different forms ,they have evoked anguish and elation amongst one and all.this post however relates to the anguish facet of the sport realm. and i am not refering to the anguish caused by defeat .no .that is a part and parcel of the game.
inarguably the most favourite sport of india has to be cricket,to the extent that one of my peers with astounding surety said that cricket was the national sport of india.i would not be surprised if the lot of people would name this as the national sport,whereas the actual national sport,which by the way happens to be hockey ,is in a dilapidated condition.
if you were to represent india in terms of sport ,it would fall short in any of the athletics or sport but shine in cricket.and those who have the talent and will to pursue other sports have to face deaf ears ,barren stadiums.
anju bobby george,for the lot of you she happens to be a very accomplished long jumper who has brougth many laurels to the country ,complains of the lack of facilities,sponorship.they have asked SAI(Sports Authority of India) but in vain.So she has to fund herself .Due to the lack of facilities and funds a brilliant talent is going to waste,whereas cricket on the other hand has been given undue weightage.
only recently has the awareness for other sports risen and yet India lacks facilities for sports.i was watching a show on MTV(which actually has inspired me to pen this) which had a panel of prominent indian sportsmen but strangers for india.they severely criticized for the lack of facilities.
anju bobby george,harshvardhan rathod(the person who won us the olympic bronze), and the suit demanded facilities their peers from other nations had and their demands fell to deaf ears.
lack of sponsors is the main reason that is causing the sportsmen to plumb to a new depth.
if you look at china,it bags a sizeable amount of medals in the olympics and rules in the domain of table tennis badminton. one from the audience of the show in MTV commented that the scenario here is more towards studies.he said and i quote,"In England the parents would ask you to go the football academy if you have a talent ,why study,you can study later,for now practice,play".The scenario here is in pure contrast.another quoted that the Mumbai Municipality(correct me if i am wrong for the name) has even introduced a quota system here that there should be atleast 50% maharashtrians!!! quite absurd dont you think?
india has done very little for atheltics for any sport other than CRICKET.the last time we had won a gold in olympics was in hockey 50-60 years ago.we were revered then.now we are just pedestrians.the government agencies assure that the funds are on their way but they eventual fall in a pothole. talent then isnt respected at all,it is ignored. then a time will come when there will not be any talent at all.
india though is opening up for these talented sport atheletes but has to come a long way(for startes it hosted the afro asian games in hyderabad in 2003).it is certainly not a task that can be accomplished over night,but has to be deliberated and then put into action so that the atheletes can gain most of it .
my intentions are not of criticizing cricket for the undue attention,but for the lack of attention to other sports.
instead of squatting over the prescence of the national flag on the shirts of the cricketers,the authorities should indulge themselves in becoming aware of the needs of the atheletes and sate them.
A billion people , still one bronze medal at the Athens Olympics!!!
sigh. a sorry sight indeed!!
inarguably the most favourite sport of india has to be cricket,to the extent that one of my peers with astounding surety said that cricket was the national sport of india.i would not be surprised if the lot of people would name this as the national sport,whereas the actual national sport,which by the way happens to be hockey ,is in a dilapidated condition.
if you were to represent india in terms of sport ,it would fall short in any of the athletics or sport but shine in cricket.and those who have the talent and will to pursue other sports have to face deaf ears ,barren stadiums.
anju bobby george,for the lot of you she happens to be a very accomplished long jumper who has brougth many laurels to the country ,complains of the lack of facilities,sponorship.they have asked SAI(Sports Authority of India) but in vain.So she has to fund herself .Due to the lack of facilities and funds a brilliant talent is going to waste,whereas cricket on the other hand has been given undue weightage.
only recently has the awareness for other sports risen and yet India lacks facilities for sports.i was watching a show on MTV(which actually has inspired me to pen this) which had a panel of prominent indian sportsmen but strangers for india.they severely criticized for the lack of facilities.
anju bobby george,harshvardhan rathod(the person who won us the olympic bronze), and the suit demanded facilities their peers from other nations had and their demands fell to deaf ears.
lack of sponsors is the main reason that is causing the sportsmen to plumb to a new depth.
if you look at china,it bags a sizeable amount of medals in the olympics and rules in the domain of table tennis badminton. one from the audience of the show in MTV commented that the scenario here is more towards studies.he said and i quote,"In England the parents would ask you to go the football academy if you have a talent ,why study,you can study later,for now practice,play".The scenario here is in pure contrast.another quoted that the Mumbai Municipality(correct me if i am wrong for the name) has even introduced a quota system here that there should be atleast 50% maharashtrians!!! quite absurd dont you think?
india has done very little for atheltics for any sport other than CRICKET.the last time we had won a gold in olympics was in hockey 50-60 years ago.we were revered then.now we are just pedestrians.the government agencies assure that the funds are on their way but they eventual fall in a pothole. talent then isnt respected at all,it is ignored. then a time will come when there will not be any talent at all.
india though is opening up for these talented sport atheletes but has to come a long way(for startes it hosted the afro asian games in hyderabad in 2003).it is certainly not a task that can be accomplished over night,but has to be deliberated and then put into action so that the atheletes can gain most of it .
my intentions are not of criticizing cricket for the undue attention,but for the lack of attention to other sports.
instead of squatting over the prescence of the national flag on the shirts of the cricketers,the authorities should indulge themselves in becoming aware of the needs of the atheletes and sate them.
A billion people , still one bronze medal at the Athens Olympics!!!
sigh. a sorry sight indeed!!
Friday, June 30, 2006
dont you wish you were an animal
this conversation speaks for itself:
f-me
M-friend
f: who all are around ya
M: rxxxxxxxxxx
f: doing?
M: reading
f: reading wat? how to become a porn star in 21 days?
f: tip #1 become a transvestite
f: if u r a male
f: :)
M: well he is surely not a male
f: male sex of an animal
f: tip#2 if u are a male...and an animal...ur a hit
f: especially if a horse,dog,pig
M: i'll persude him to try tht
M: mention not
f: that will get him excited
f: proceed at ur risk
M: after all wat are friends fr
f: friends are for taking it on camera
M: and then selling it to pron sites
f: yea....
M: nobody is going to watch rxxxxxxxxxx's video
f: except real despos?
f: i mean animals
M: like?
f: na..they get it all the time
f: thats what they live for
f: eat fuck sleep
M: wish i was among them
f: yup thats the life
note:this conversation doesnt imply that f wants to be a pornstar
f-me
M-friend
f: who all are around ya
M: rxxxxxxxxxx
f: doing?
M: reading
f: reading wat? how to become a porn star in 21 days?
f: tip #1 become a transvestite
f: if u r a male
f: :)
M: well he is surely not a male
f: male sex of an animal
f: tip#2 if u are a male...and an animal...ur a hit
f: especially if a horse,dog,pig
M: i'll persude him to try tht
M: mention not
f: that will get him excited
f: proceed at ur risk
M: after all wat are friends fr
f: friends are for taking it on camera
M: and then selling it to pron sites
f: yea....
M: nobody is going to watch rxxxxxxxxxx's video
f: except real despos?
f: i mean animals
M: like?
f: na..they get it all the time
f: thats what they live for
f: eat fuck sleep
M: wish i was among them
f: yup thats the life
note:this conversation doesnt imply that f wants to be a pornstar
tv tv tv
everybody knows the fact that tv has revolutionzied our lives.it has influenced our thinking process.now here is some evidence that further supports the fait accompli.
it was a the 29th of june and i was talking to a friend of mine and this is how it turns out,an excerpt:
d-friend
f-me
d : su kare che tu
f : nothing
d : akkal uncle hai tu bhi
f : thanks for recognizing it
d : uncle uncle........icecream lekarr dona
f : tune pepsodent se brush nahi kiya isliye no ice cream
d : colgate........bharitiya dentists ki no.1 pasand
f : yea cause dentists dont like ice cream
d : be lekin.........me not dentist
f : but u dont brush with pepsodent
d : uncle........2 baar colgate karron.....phir icecream
f : colgate!=pepsodent
d : exactly
d : colgate>pepsodent
d : in terms of efficiency
f : if u dont want to eat ice craem
f : ever seen an ad of colgates that has ice craem in it
f : where as pepsodent publicly declares u acn eat ice cream after pepsodent
there you have it,the glaring proof how tv has made an impact on us.
bye
it was a the 29th of june and i was talking to a friend of mine and this is how it turns out,an excerpt:
d-friend
f-me
d : su kare che tu
f : nothing
d : akkal uncle hai tu bhi
f : thanks for recognizing it
d : uncle uncle........icecream lekarr dona
f : tune pepsodent se brush nahi kiya isliye no ice cream
d : colgate........bharitiya dentists ki no.1 pasand
f : yea cause dentists dont like ice cream
d : be lekin.........me not dentist
f : but u dont brush with pepsodent
d : uncle........2 baar colgate karron.....phir icecream
f : colgate!=pepsodent
d : exactly
d : colgate>pepsodent
d : in terms of efficiency
f : if u dont want to eat ice craem
f : ever seen an ad of colgates that has ice craem in it
f : where as pepsodent publicly declares u acn eat ice cream after pepsodent
there you have it,the glaring proof how tv has made an impact on us.
bye
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
hole in my soul
Hole In My Soul
by Aerosmith
I'm down a one way street
With a one night stand
With a one track mind
Out in no man's land
(The punishment sometimes don't seem to fit the crime)
Yeah there's a hole in my soul
But one thing I've learned
For every love letter written
There's another one burned
(So tell me how it's gonna be this time)
Is it over
Is it over
Is it over
'Cause I'm blowin'out the flame
Take a walk outside your mind
Tell me how it feels to be
The one who turns the knife inside of me
Take a look and you will find there's nothing there girl
Yeah I swear, I'm telling you girl yeah 'cause
There's a hole in my soul that's been killing me forever
It's a place where a garden never grows
There's a hole in my soul, yeah I should have known better
'Cause your love's like a thorn without a rose
I'm as dry as a seven year drought
I got dust for tears
Yeah I'm all tapped out
(Sometimes I feel broken and can't get fixed)
I know there's been all kinds of shoes underneath your bed
Now I sleep with my boots on but you're still in my head
(And something tells me this time I'm down to my last licks)
'Cause if it's over
Then it's over
And it's driving me insane
Is it over
Yeah it's over
And I'm blowin' out the flame
Take a walk outside your mind
Tell me how it feels to be
The one who turns the knife inside of me
Take a look and you will find
There's nothing there girl, yeah, I swear
I'm telling you girl yeah 'cause there's a hole in my soul
That's been killing me forever
It's a place where a garden never grows there's a hole in my soul,
Yeah I should have known better
'Cause your love's like a thorn
Without a rose
Amen
by Aerosmith
I'm down a one way street
With a one night stand
With a one track mind
Out in no man's land
(The punishment sometimes don't seem to fit the crime)
Yeah there's a hole in my soul
But one thing I've learned
For every love letter written
There's another one burned
(So tell me how it's gonna be this time)
Is it over
Is it over
Is it over
'Cause I'm blowin'out the flame
Take a walk outside your mind
Tell me how it feels to be
The one who turns the knife inside of me
Take a look and you will find there's nothing there girl
Yeah I swear, I'm telling you girl yeah 'cause
There's a hole in my soul that's been killing me forever
It's a place where a garden never grows
There's a hole in my soul, yeah I should have known better
'Cause your love's like a thorn without a rose
I'm as dry as a seven year drought
I got dust for tears
Yeah I'm all tapped out
(Sometimes I feel broken and can't get fixed)
I know there's been all kinds of shoes underneath your bed
Now I sleep with my boots on but you're still in my head
(And something tells me this time I'm down to my last licks)
'Cause if it's over
Then it's over
And it's driving me insane
Is it over
Yeah it's over
And I'm blowin' out the flame
Take a walk outside your mind
Tell me how it feels to be
The one who turns the knife inside of me
Take a look and you will find
There's nothing there girl, yeah, I swear
I'm telling you girl yeah 'cause there's a hole in my soul
That's been killing me forever
It's a place where a garden never grows there's a hole in my soul,
Yeah I should have known better
'Cause your love's like a thorn
Without a rose
Amen
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
football fever
if there has to be a game that is as undecisive and furtive as future is,then without no doubt it has got to be football .
i was watching the france vs spain match today and was it a treat for the football fans galore.i was unable to catch the start but found it to be racy till the end.every moment spectated wonderful display of skill.
the stadium echoed with the chants of the fans and sweat poured off the temples of the coaches,each of them yelling out instructions to god knows whom.the expectations and the dismay of the coaches was too good to miss either.this match also marked the last match for zizou(i think).this guy is god for the french and it is a well known fact.
the spainards scored through a penalty shoot early in the match.this seemed to deter the french or so the spainards thought.striking back the french impaled the spainard defence and scored the goal just before half time.
second half and the tension was tangible,the atmosphere electric.both the teams were even and hence one had to score to edge out a victory,who was it going to be was the question repeatedly put forward by the commentators.
then came the header by viera of the zidane free kick,which i guess was further nudged by the spanish striker and that lead to the second goal.
minutes went by ,till there was only 3 minutes on the clock.the french had just to hold on. the spainard offense was now coming out of their hibernation and tried to penetrate the french defense but in vain.
3 minutes overtime and at 92" struck the maestro himself with a goal and in style to make a score of 3-1.story over,the spainards could do nothing but mutely spectate the damage done by the french.
all in all ,it was a terrific match.100% entertainment.it had action and anguish .well, i for one caught on the football fever.
well i am going watch the highlights now.
good day.
i was watching the france vs spain match today and was it a treat for the football fans galore.i was unable to catch the start but found it to be racy till the end.every moment spectated wonderful display of skill.
the stadium echoed with the chants of the fans and sweat poured off the temples of the coaches,each of them yelling out instructions to god knows whom.the expectations and the dismay of the coaches was too good to miss either.this match also marked the last match for zizou(i think).this guy is god for the french and it is a well known fact.
the spainards scored through a penalty shoot early in the match.this seemed to deter the french or so the spainards thought.striking back the french impaled the spainard defence and scored the goal just before half time.
second half and the tension was tangible,the atmosphere electric.both the teams were even and hence one had to score to edge out a victory,who was it going to be was the question repeatedly put forward by the commentators.
then came the header by viera of the zidane free kick,which i guess was further nudged by the spanish striker and that lead to the second goal.
minutes went by ,till there was only 3 minutes on the clock.the french had just to hold on. the spainard offense was now coming out of their hibernation and tried to penetrate the french defense but in vain.
3 minutes overtime and at 92" struck the maestro himself with a goal and in style to make a score of 3-1.story over,the spainards could do nothing but mutely spectate the damage done by the french.
all in all ,it was a terrific match.100% entertainment.it had action and anguish .well, i for one caught on the football fever.
well i am going watch the highlights now.
good day.
Sunday, May 21, 2006
hehe....funny mail
well well well
now you all know how nigerians have earned a bad name in the world in terms of money fraud.
their well known tactic is to send a fraudulent mail to the victim and coaxing him to reveal his account numbers etc.
hehe...well i got one similar mail ,enjoy:
FROM ENGR IBRAHIM WAHALA
LOT 857 RUE 21 ZONE 4
ABIDJAN COTE D'IVOIRE
DEAR SIR,
I AM CONTACTING YOU FROM MY OFFICE CONFIDENTIALLY CONCERNING THE
IMMEDIATE TRANSFER OF AN AMOUNT OF MONEY FROM HERE IN ABIDJAN WEST AFRICA.
THIS MONEY IN QUESTION IS USD $2.2 MILLION DOLLARS AND THE FUND IS
CURRENTLY IN THE BANK OF AFRICA IN A SUSPENSE ACCOUNT AND I WANT YOU TO
HELP ME TO RECEIVE THE MONEY IN YOUR BANK ACCOUNT SO THAT I CAN COME OVER
TO MEET WITH YOU FOR THE SHARING OF THE FUND AS I HAVE AGREED TO OFFER
YOU 20% OF THE TOTAL FUND WHILE THE REST OF 80% WILL BE THERE IN YOUR
BANK ACCOUNT UNTIL I WILL MEET WITH YOU AS SOON AS THE TRANSACTION IS
OVER.
PLEASE SEND ME YOUR DIRECT AND CONFIDENTIAL TELEPHONE NUMBER SO THAT I
CAN CALL YOU SO THAT WE CAN TALK IN FULL DETAILS AND I WILL SEND YOU
THE NECESSARY DOCUMENTS INVOLVED.
I AM WAITING FOR YOUR EMAIL RESPONSE URGENTLY.
THANKS.
ENGR IBRAHIM WAHALA
pz out
now you all know how nigerians have earned a bad name in the world in terms of money fraud.
their well known tactic is to send a fraudulent mail to the victim and coaxing him to reveal his account numbers etc.
hehe...well i got one similar mail ,enjoy:
FROM ENGR IBRAHIM WAHALA
LOT 857 RUE 21 ZONE 4
ABIDJAN COTE D'IVOIRE
DEAR SIR,
I AM CONTACTING YOU FROM MY OFFICE CONFIDENTIALLY CONCERNING THE
IMMEDIATE TRANSFER OF AN AMOUNT OF MONEY FROM HERE IN ABIDJAN WEST AFRICA.
THIS MONEY IN QUESTION IS USD $2.2 MILLION DOLLARS AND THE FUND IS
CURRENTLY IN THE BANK OF AFRICA IN A SUSPENSE ACCOUNT AND I WANT YOU TO
HELP ME TO RECEIVE THE MONEY IN YOUR BANK ACCOUNT SO THAT I CAN COME OVER
TO MEET WITH YOU FOR THE SHARING OF THE FUND AS I HAVE AGREED TO OFFER
YOU 20% OF THE TOTAL FUND WHILE THE REST OF 80% WILL BE THERE IN YOUR
BANK ACCOUNT UNTIL I WILL MEET WITH YOU AS SOON AS THE TRANSACTION IS
OVER.
PLEASE SEND ME YOUR DIRECT AND CONFIDENTIAL TELEPHONE NUMBER SO THAT I
CAN CALL YOU SO THAT WE CAN TALK IN FULL DETAILS AND I WILL SEND YOU
THE NECESSARY DOCUMENTS INVOLVED.
I AM WAITING FOR YOUR EMAIL RESPONSE URGENTLY.
THANKS.
ENGR IBRAHIM WAHALA
pz out
Saturday, May 20, 2006
gre with indian masala
GRE Graduate Record Examination.
it is a very well known examination ,known to be taken by scores of students who wish to pursue their education in the united states and places where they are recognised.
this test is conducted by a body in the u.s. known as ets,which thorougly believes to test your grasp on the english language.
the english is considered to be a hurdle by the students from non english speaking nations.but atleast for india...well i guess it is not the case,no sir.eee!!!
here is how....
the orthodox traditions of teaching in indian schools dramatically comprises of mugging,which unfortunately is being followed even today.
the english section has a good deal of synonyms,filling gaps etc .
and we have a bunch of publications listing out the most asked gre words and seemingly so that each publication has a different list :P,with very few similarities.
so using the mugging power ,we indians ,who have mastered this craft(from years of unrelenting practice), mug every nook and cranny of the publications and spew it on the exam,though only a lucky few or the deserving manage to get a respectable score in the english section.
and mind you,these words never mange to creep into the vocabulary ,so what we see here is an approach not different to the regular school exams,mug spew delete,though the very motive behind it (i guess),is to get a firmer grip over english.....
anyway.....monkey see monkey do!nothing can evade the indian mentality!
if there isnt a way....sooner or later you will find one,whether you may like it or not!
k00l d00ds those indians! ;)
pz out
it is a very well known examination ,known to be taken by scores of students who wish to pursue their education in the united states and places where they are recognised.
this test is conducted by a body in the u.s. known as ets,which thorougly believes to test your grasp on the english language.
the english is considered to be a hurdle by the students from non english speaking nations.but atleast for india...well i guess it is not the case,no sir.eee!!!
here is how....
the orthodox traditions of teaching in indian schools dramatically comprises of mugging,which unfortunately is being followed even today.
the english section has a good deal of synonyms,filling gaps etc .
and we have a bunch of publications listing out the most asked gre words and seemingly so that each publication has a different list :P,with very few similarities.
so using the mugging power ,we indians ,who have mastered this craft(from years of unrelenting practice), mug every nook and cranny of the publications and spew it on the exam,though only a lucky few or the deserving manage to get a respectable score in the english section.
and mind you,these words never mange to creep into the vocabulary ,so what we see here is an approach not different to the regular school exams,mug spew delete,though the very motive behind it (i guess),is to get a firmer grip over english.....
anyway.....monkey see monkey do!nothing can evade the indian mentality!
if there isnt a way....sooner or later you will find one,whether you may like it or not!
k00l d00ds those indians! ;)
pz out
Friday, May 12, 2006
education,do we really need it?
well..... we all know since our primary classes,that education is a must for a successful life.
we all toil a lot for that piece of paper which reads out your qualifications and if it comes from a reputed institute ,that adds the icing on the cake!
using this piece of certificate ,we scutter around for jobs and we eventually get one.then again toiling for till late hours we get our pay checks which turn out to be heavy.
sweet.rosy.
but surely there must be this other side of the spectrum,where things arent so rosy . the indian republic boasts of voluminous such cases.people who barely manage to get 1 sqaure meal a day are very common to find.
but also amongst this squalor you will certainly find a group that is famous for some road side business....
#1 :-
place:vaniyawad,nadiad
name of enterprise: hari om tea stall
owner : bhupat
description:
this guy runs a tea stall and surely he hasnt had a formal education.but statistics say that this guy reaps huge profits by selling tea.huge translates in mamothic!a rough calculation lead to the figure of 45k a month! dig that
#2:-
place:commerce six roads,ahmedabad(now sarkhej h/w)
name of enterprise: shambu cold coffee
owner: N/A
description:
this fellow earlier had a stall in front of the college and college easily translates as a mint for the larri walas.and yea he did earn hell lot,before he shifted to another place,though it earns the same revenue.this guy uses amul gold ,which happens to have the highest fat content and also the costliest.
#3:-
place:vijay char rasta,ahmedabad
name of enterprise: r.k. vada pau
owner: N/A
description:
the origin of this place remains unknown.one of those places which sprung up in the midst of the people and then people suddenly noticing it and adoring it and admiring it!if you want to eat vada pau,this is the place to be!
#4:-
place:near fortune landmark,ahmedabad
name of enterprise: gulab corner
owner: N/A
description:
the origin for me atleast is unknown but as the board read out;it said it was famous.i dunno what the real deal is with this guy.i had accompanied my friend for a round of golas.and the thing was that this guy was selling it in a cup with ice and syrup and some real fruits.four of us ordered it and the bill came to 140 bucks!dig that. the cost price according to my 7th standard math says should be around 10 bucks for the four cups,if not less!
now lets calculate the profit : 130 bucks .that is way way more!!!
as i pointed out from the above examples,the above entrepreneurs didnt have any formal education,no certificates ,no nothing,yet they turned out pretty well,dont you think.
looking at such instances it often makes me ponder ,why go through all the ordeal of appearing for exams ,undergo the tension of anticipation and then if lucky manage to pull through,whereas these fine people have seemed to be comfortable without this ordeal,no wonder they would have had to slog initially!
and with outside food getting popular i guess they are going to stay!i laugh sometimes at the situation sometimes,that though qualified there are people who slog it out whereas there is an all together a different clan of paragons who have etched themselves ,kissed fame and earned money with the same slogging or more!
what would you call it?luck?
pz
we all toil a lot for that piece of paper which reads out your qualifications and if it comes from a reputed institute ,that adds the icing on the cake!
using this piece of certificate ,we scutter around for jobs and we eventually get one.then again toiling for till late hours we get our pay checks which turn out to be heavy.
sweet.rosy.
but surely there must be this other side of the spectrum,where things arent so rosy . the indian republic boasts of voluminous such cases.people who barely manage to get 1 sqaure meal a day are very common to find.
but also amongst this squalor you will certainly find a group that is famous for some road side business....
#1 :-
place:vaniyawad,nadiad
name of enterprise: hari om tea stall
owner : bhupat
description:
this guy runs a tea stall and surely he hasnt had a formal education.but statistics say that this guy reaps huge profits by selling tea.huge translates in mamothic!a rough calculation lead to the figure of 45k a month! dig that
#2:-
place:commerce six roads,ahmedabad(now sarkhej h/w)
name of enterprise: shambu cold coffee
owner: N/A
description:
this fellow earlier had a stall in front of the college and college easily translates as a mint for the larri walas.and yea he did earn hell lot,before he shifted to another place,though it earns the same revenue.this guy uses amul gold ,which happens to have the highest fat content and also the costliest.
#3:-
place:vijay char rasta,ahmedabad
name of enterprise: r.k. vada pau
owner: N/A
description:
the origin of this place remains unknown.one of those places which sprung up in the midst of the people and then people suddenly noticing it and adoring it and admiring it!if you want to eat vada pau,this is the place to be!
#4:-
place:near fortune landmark,ahmedabad
name of enterprise: gulab corner
owner: N/A
description:
the origin for me atleast is unknown but as the board read out;it said it was famous.i dunno what the real deal is with this guy.i had accompanied my friend for a round of golas.and the thing was that this guy was selling it in a cup with ice and syrup and some real fruits.four of us ordered it and the bill came to 140 bucks!dig that. the cost price according to my 7th standard math says should be around 10 bucks for the four cups,if not less!
now lets calculate the profit : 130 bucks .that is way way more!!!
as i pointed out from the above examples,the above entrepreneurs didnt have any formal education,no certificates ,no nothing,yet they turned out pretty well,dont you think.
looking at such instances it often makes me ponder ,why go through all the ordeal of appearing for exams ,undergo the tension of anticipation and then if lucky manage to pull through,whereas these fine people have seemed to be comfortable without this ordeal,no wonder they would have had to slog initially!
and with outside food getting popular i guess they are going to stay!i laugh sometimes at the situation sometimes,that though qualified there are people who slog it out whereas there is an all together a different clan of paragons who have etched themselves ,kissed fame and earned money with the same slogging or more!
what would you call it?luck?
pz
Thursday, May 11, 2006
grad! a friggin grad
well graduates i are!
>:)
hehe...may 9th was one of the memorable days ,cause that was when i graduated!This 9 letter word is very much revered by the engineering community,cause thats the day when you are free(although professors think otherwise,they say the tough part begins now,well they got some attitude! )
this day was planned way before in the past,say four to be exact.yet at the ceremony the principal says ,he is unable to do say(thats what i heard)in such a short period of time.for your kind information ours is a state university in the records of aicte and perhaps its just in the records.cause the vice chancellor could hardly pronounce english plausibly from the matter that was handed to him,though he has been awarded a Ph.D (wonder ,wonder) and with a canadian college tie up we never heard of!
almost all of the day was spent in taking snaps of each other and assurances that they would remain in touch with each other.we were given the graduates gown(dunno the exact name!) and they didnt live up to our expectations;maybe because they were crumpled,we had to pay for renting it,and we didnt have that funky hat kinda thing with the string glued to its centre,which is usually flinged in the air as a sign that we are grads!will miss that!
i guess it was more of a formality rather than a real effort!
we then were given feedback forms(yes,they didnt relieve us from the mundane task of form filling even in the last moment as though it mattered much! and yea they wouldnt give degress until we filled those forms)they asked to grade the college and for sure the grades wouldnt have gone higher than C (with D be the lowest) except for the nerds (:-B .
well now i am a free man,joining the unemployed force of the nation,waiting the government to chalk some plan for us people... ;)..hehee
till then i am going to attend something that long been put on the back seat!
pz out!
and yea..me got a photo with me wearing a gold medal :raising brows: ^_^
Thursday, May 04, 2006
enter sandman
sleep,slumber!
well thats one of the favourite hobby in the world and many puritans following it sacrilegiously.
so how many times have you been disturbed from your subconscious state?
for me ,its as long as i can remember.
i have been struggling to get my fair share of sleep for the past 6 months!!!hmpf.....
top reasons you can get disturbed from your beauty sleep and they actually happened to me! :
#1 A galloping horse ,yea its true
#2 EarthQuake
#3 Door Bell
#4 Water Delievery Guy(thats door bell again)
#5 Phone Call
#6 Phone Call in vibrator mode.
#7 Tank Overflow!
#8 Ghosts(yea my house is haunted)
#9 Courier fellows 7 in the morning
#10 Band(Gujju band,that plays garba songs,with just a keyboard,mic, and 2 drums,crummy amplifier,god forsaken voice of the female singer)
#7 has an incident related to it.My folks were out of station ,at my cousins,so one night i thought of sleeping at my friends place.The tank overflowed and the gushing water could be heard by the neighbours.They called up my other neighbours.My neighbours called up my folks way down in south.My folks call me up and say,"Hey buddy ,the tanks overflowing better get there fast ."This happened 0640 in the morning!!
enough of chit chat....am off to bed ,hopefully the long awaited sleep!
pz out
well thats one of the favourite hobby in the world and many puritans following it sacrilegiously.
so how many times have you been disturbed from your subconscious state?
for me ,its as long as i can remember.
i have been struggling to get my fair share of sleep for the past 6 months!!!hmpf.....
top reasons you can get disturbed from your beauty sleep and they actually happened to me! :
#1 A galloping horse ,yea its true
#2 EarthQuake
#3 Door Bell
#4 Water Delievery Guy(thats door bell again)
#5 Phone Call
#6 Phone Call in vibrator mode.
#7 Tank Overflow!
#8 Ghosts(yea my house is haunted)
#9 Courier fellows 7 in the morning
#10 Band(Gujju band,that plays garba songs,with just a keyboard,mic, and 2 drums,crummy amplifier,god forsaken voice of the female singer)
#7 has an incident related to it.My folks were out of station ,at my cousins,so one night i thought of sleeping at my friends place.The tank overflowed and the gushing water could be heard by the neighbours.They called up my other neighbours.My neighbours called up my folks way down in south.My folks call me up and say,"Hey buddy ,the tanks overflowing better get there fast ."This happened 0640 in the morning!!
enough of chit chat....am off to bed ,hopefully the long awaited sleep!
pz out
Sunday, April 30, 2006
back with a bang(again)
as mundane and xeroxed the title may sound ,its true!no really!
well ,i am must admit ,i havent done any justice to blogging.starting it and desolating it,literally then again starting it and then quitting it.well now there is a surge again to blog and hopefully should persist :D.
orkut seems to be the buzz word lately.a lot of people pouring in and getting in touch with their long lost friends and then feeling happy about it and then really doing nothing.
its an absolute way to pass your time,productively or unproductively is for you to decide.
it seems to be a nice medium to exchange thoughts ,but i do always feel a bit skeptical about it.i dunno the reason ,but i do.
for those unaware i got myself a new guitar,yea its an ibanez and purrs like a cat and roars like a lion.did i mention an ipod nano?
they are with me for quite sometime now.
blogging too wasnt left out from this mad schizophernia.
i dunno what the next wave would be.
well on this note.....i hope for yet another beginning in blogging!
too da loo
well ,i am must admit ,i havent done any justice to blogging.starting it and desolating it,literally then again starting it and then quitting it.well now there is a surge again to blog and hopefully should persist :D.
orkut seems to be the buzz word lately.a lot of people pouring in and getting in touch with their long lost friends and then feeling happy about it and then really doing nothing.
its an absolute way to pass your time,productively or unproductively is for you to decide.
it seems to be a nice medium to exchange thoughts ,but i do always feel a bit skeptical about it.i dunno the reason ,but i do.
for those unaware i got myself a new guitar,yea its an ibanez and purrs like a cat and roars like a lion.did i mention an ipod nano?
they are with me for quite sometime now.
blogging too wasnt left out from this mad schizophernia.
i dunno what the next wave would be.
well on this note.....i hope for yet another beginning in blogging!
too da loo
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
weekend phun
hi ya....
this weekend surely we had barrels o fun with podi being the bait.poor fellow,inadvertently becoming the bait everytime.
later in the night when everyone gathered up ,again podi was the bait,so much so that he didnt utter a single word and wanted to rush home,which eventually he did dismissing the routine of eating dabelis... hehe.
and boy was that guy upset.....writing chal hat everytime i tried to talk to him.
twas fun though.
anyways....l8rz
this weekend surely we had barrels o fun with podi being the bait.poor fellow,inadvertently becoming the bait everytime.
later in the night when everyone gathered up ,again podi was the bait,so much so that he didnt utter a single word and wanted to rush home,which eventually he did dismissing the routine of eating dabelis... hehe.
and boy was that guy upset.....writing chal hat everytime i tried to talk to him.
twas fun though.
anyways....l8rz
Thursday, February 23, 2006
quotes
hihiihihihihi....
once in a while,which comes by too often,i get some free time,and during one such occasion,i googled for the simpsons.(for those who do not know who/what/where the simpsons are,they might as well stop reading from here on and get a life!)
coming back,and i stumbled upon a treasure trove of simpson quotes,few of which i am going to list down here and mind you they are damn good ;).
Homer: Marge? Since I'm not talking to Lisa, would you please ask her to pass me the syrup?
Marge: Dear, please pass your father the syrup, Lisa.
Lisa: Bart, tell Dad I will only pass the syrup if it won't be used on any meat product.
Bart: You dunkin' your sausages in that syrup homeboy?
Homer: Marge, tell Bart I just want to drink a nice glass of syrup like I do every morning.
Marge: Tell him yourself, you're ignoring Lisa, not Bart.
Homer: Bart, thank your mother for pointing that out.
Marge: Homer, you're not not-talking to me and secondly I heard what you said.
Homer: Lisa, tell your mother to get off my case.
Bart: Uhhh, dad, Lisa's the one you're not talking to.
Homer: Bart, go to your room.
Homer: Are you saying you're never going to eat any animal again? What about bacon?
Lisa: No.
Homer: Ham?
Lisa: No.
Homer: Pork chops?
Lisa: Dad, those all come from the same animal.
Homer: Heh heh heh. Ooh, yeah, right, Lisa. A wonderful, magical animal.
Marge: Homer, the plant called. They said if you don't show up tomorrow don't bother showing up on Monday.
Homer: Woo-hoo. Four-day weekend.
Homer: I'm normally not a praying man, but if you're up there, please save me Superman.
Marge: This is the worst thing you've ever done.
Homer: You say that so often that it lost its meaning.
Homer: Got any of that beer that has candy floating in it? You know, Skittlebrau?
Apu: Such a beer does not exist, sir. I think you must have dreamed it.
Homer: Oh. Well, then just give me a six-pack and a couple of bags of Skittles.
Carl: Oh no! Homer's going over those falls!
Lenny: Oh good! He snagged that tree branch.
Carl: Oh no! The branch broke off!
Lenny: Oh good! He can grab onto them pointy rocks!
Carl: Oh no! Them pointy rocks broke his arms and legs.
Lenny: Oh good! Those helpful beavers are swimming out to save him!
Carl: Oh no! They're biting him, and stealing his pants!
Kent Brockman: ... and the fluffy kitten played with that ball of string all through the night. On a lighter note, a Kwik-E-Mart clerk was brutally murdered last night.
Trent: [walking up] The man knows what he likes.
Homer: Just taking care of business.
Trent: If you don't, who will, huh? Trent Steele.
Homer: Homer Si ... uh, Max Power.
Trent: Oh, hey! Great name!
Homer: Yeah, isn't it? I got it off a hair dryer.
Trent: [laughs] I like a man who can poke fun at himself. [looks at his watch] Ooh, hey, my one o'clock cancelled. Eh, you had any lunch?
Homer: Yeah, but I usually have three or four.
Trent: So where to eat? You like Thai?
Homer: Tie good. You like shirt?
Chief Wiggum: Uh, no, you got the wrong number. This is 9-1... 2.
Homer: When I held that gun in my hand, I felt a surge of power ... like God must feel when he's holding a gun.
Chief Wiggum: Sideshow Bob has no decency. He called me Chief Piggum. (laughs) Oh wait, I get it, he's all right.
Bart: What's Santa's Little Helper doing to that dog? Looks like he's trying to jump over, but he can't quite make it.
once in a while,which comes by too often,i get some free time,and during one such occasion,i googled for the simpsons.(for those who do not know who/what/where the simpsons are,they might as well stop reading from here on and get a life!)
coming back,and i stumbled upon a treasure trove of simpson quotes,few of which i am going to list down here and mind you they are damn good ;).
Homer: Marge? Since I'm not talking to Lisa, would you please ask her to pass me the syrup?
Marge: Dear, please pass your father the syrup, Lisa.
Lisa: Bart, tell Dad I will only pass the syrup if it won't be used on any meat product.
Bart: You dunkin' your sausages in that syrup homeboy?
Homer: Marge, tell Bart I just want to drink a nice glass of syrup like I do every morning.
Marge: Tell him yourself, you're ignoring Lisa, not Bart.
Homer: Bart, thank your mother for pointing that out.
Marge: Homer, you're not not-talking to me and secondly I heard what you said.
Homer: Lisa, tell your mother to get off my case.
Bart: Uhhh, dad, Lisa's the one you're not talking to.
Homer: Bart, go to your room.
Homer: Are you saying you're never going to eat any animal again? What about bacon?
Lisa: No.
Homer: Ham?
Lisa: No.
Homer: Pork chops?
Lisa: Dad, those all come from the same animal.
Homer: Heh heh heh. Ooh, yeah, right, Lisa. A wonderful, magical animal.
Marge: Homer, the plant called. They said if you don't show up tomorrow don't bother showing up on Monday.
Homer: Woo-hoo. Four-day weekend.
Homer: I'm normally not a praying man, but if you're up there, please save me Superman.
Marge: This is the worst thing you've ever done.
Homer: You say that so often that it lost its meaning.
Moe: I'm better than dirt. Well, most kinds of dirt, not that fancy store-bought dirt... I can't compete with that stuff.
Grandpa: Dear Mr. President, There are too many states nowadays. Please eliminate three.
P.S. I am not a crackpot.
Homer: Got any of that beer that has candy floating in it? You know, Skittlebrau?
Apu: Such a beer does not exist, sir. I think you must have dreamed it.
Homer: Oh. Well, then just give me a six-pack and a couple of bags of Skittles.
Carl: Oh no! Homer's going over those falls!
Lenny: Oh good! He snagged that tree branch.
Carl: Oh no! The branch broke off!
Lenny: Oh good! He can grab onto them pointy rocks!
Carl: Oh no! Them pointy rocks broke his arms and legs.
Lenny: Oh good! Those helpful beavers are swimming out to save him!
Carl: Oh no! They're biting him, and stealing his pants!
Kent Brockman: ... and the fluffy kitten played with that ball of string all through the night. On a lighter note, a Kwik-E-Mart clerk was brutally murdered last night.
Trent: [walking up] The man knows what he likes.
Homer: Just taking care of business.
Trent: If you don't, who will, huh? Trent Steele.
Homer: Homer Si ... uh, Max Power.
Trent: Oh, hey! Great name!
Homer: Yeah, isn't it? I got it off a hair dryer.
Trent: [laughs] I like a man who can poke fun at himself. [looks at his watch] Ooh, hey, my one o'clock cancelled. Eh, you had any lunch?
Homer: Yeah, but I usually have three or four.
Trent: So where to eat? You like Thai?
Homer: Tie good. You like shirt?
Chief Wiggum: Uh, no, you got the wrong number. This is 9-1... 2.
Homer: When I held that gun in my hand, I felt a surge of power ... like God must feel when he's holding a gun.
Chief Wiggum: Sideshow Bob has no decency. He called me Chief Piggum. (laughs) Oh wait, I get it, he's all right.
Bart: What's Santa's Little Helper doing to that dog? Looks like he's trying to jump over, but he can't quite make it.
hihiihihihihi....
once in a while,which comes by too often,i get some free time,and during one such occasion,i googled for the simpsons.(for those who do not know who/what/where the simpsons are,they might as well stop reading from here on and get a life!)
coming back,and i stumbled upon a treasure trove of simpson quotes,few of which i am going to list down here and mind you they are damn good ;).
Homer: Marge? Since I'm not talking to Lisa, would you please ask her to pass me the syrup?
Marge: Dear, please pass your father the syrup, Lisa.
Lisa: Bart, tell Dad I will only pass the syrup if it won't be used on any meat product.
Bart: You dunkin' your sausages in that syrup homeboy?
Homer: Marge, tell Bart I just want to drink a nice glass of syrup like I do every morning.
Marge: Tell him yourself, you're ignoring Lisa, not Bart.
Homer: Bart, thank your mother for pointing that out.
Marge: Homer, you're not not-talking to me and secondly I heard what you said.
Homer: Lisa, tell your mother to get off my case.
Bart: Uhhh, dad, Lisa's the one you're not talking to.
Homer: Bart, go to your room.
Homer: Are you saying you're never going to eat any animal again? What about bacon?
Lisa: No.
Homer: Ham?
Lisa: No.
Homer: Pork chops?
Lisa: Dad, those all come from the same animal.
Homer: Heh heh heh. Ooh, yeah, right, Lisa. A wonderful, magical animal.
Marge: Homer, the plant called. They said if you don't show up tomorrow don't bother showing up on Monday.
Homer: Woo-hoo. Four-day weekend.
Homer: I'm normally not a praying man, but if you're up there, please save me Superman.
Marge: This is the worst thing you've ever done.
Homer: You say that so often that it lost its meaning.
Homer: Got any of that beer that has candy floating in it? You know, Skittlebrau?
Apu: Such a beer does not exist, sir. I think you must have dreamed it.
Homer: Oh. Well, then just give me a six-pack and a couple of bags of Skittles.
Carl: Oh no! Homer's going over those falls!
Lenny: Oh good! He snagged that tree branch.
Carl: Oh no! The branch broke off!
Lenny: Oh good! He can grab onto them pointy rocks!
Carl: Oh no! Them pointy rocks broke his arms and legs.
Lenny: Oh good! Those helpful beavers are swimming out to save him!
Carl: Oh no! They're biting him, and stealing his pants!
Kent Brockman: ... and the fluffy kitten played with that ball of string all through the night. On a lighter note, a Kwik-E-Mart clerk was brutally murdered last night.
Trent: [walking up] The man knows what he likes.
Homer: Just taking care of business.
Trent: If you don't, who will, huh? Trent Steele.
Homer: Homer Si ... uh, Max Power.
Trent: Oh, hey! Great name!
Homer: Yeah, isn't it? I got it off a hair dryer.
Trent: [laughs] I like a man who can poke fun at himself. [looks at his watch] Ooh, hey, my one o'clock cancelled. Eh, you had any lunch?
Homer: Yeah, but I usually have three or four.
Trent: So where to eat? You like Thai?
Homer: Tie good. You like shirt?
Chief Wiggum: Uh, no, you got the wrong number. This is 9-1... 2.
Homer: When I held that gun in my hand, I felt a surge of power ... like God must feel when he's holding a gun.
Chief Wiggum: Sideshow Bob has no decency. He called me Chief Piggum. (laughs) Oh wait, I get it, he's all right.
Bart: What's Santa's Little Helper doing to that dog? Looks like he's trying to jump over, but he can't quite make it.
once in a while,which comes by too often,i get some free time,and during one such occasion,i googled for the simpsons.(for those who do not know who/what/where the simpsons are,they might as well stop reading from here on and get a life!)
coming back,and i stumbled upon a treasure trove of simpson quotes,few of which i am going to list down here and mind you they are damn good ;).
Homer: Marge? Since I'm not talking to Lisa, would you please ask her to pass me the syrup?
Marge: Dear, please pass your father the syrup, Lisa.
Lisa: Bart, tell Dad I will only pass the syrup if it won't be used on any meat product.
Bart: You dunkin' your sausages in that syrup homeboy?
Homer: Marge, tell Bart I just want to drink a nice glass of syrup like I do every morning.
Marge: Tell him yourself, you're ignoring Lisa, not Bart.
Homer: Bart, thank your mother for pointing that out.
Marge: Homer, you're not not-talking to me and secondly I heard what you said.
Homer: Lisa, tell your mother to get off my case.
Bart: Uhhh, dad, Lisa's the one you're not talking to.
Homer: Bart, go to your room.
Homer: Are you saying you're never going to eat any animal again? What about bacon?
Lisa: No.
Homer: Ham?
Lisa: No.
Homer: Pork chops?
Lisa: Dad, those all come from the same animal.
Homer: Heh heh heh. Ooh, yeah, right, Lisa. A wonderful, magical animal.
Marge: Homer, the plant called. They said if you don't show up tomorrow don't bother showing up on Monday.
Homer: Woo-hoo. Four-day weekend.
Homer: I'm normally not a praying man, but if you're up there, please save me Superman.
Marge: This is the worst thing you've ever done.
Homer: You say that so often that it lost its meaning.
Moe: I'm better than dirt. Well, most kinds of dirt, not that fancy store-bought dirt... I can't compete with that stuff.
Grandpa: Dear Mr. President, There are too many states nowadays. Please eliminate three.
P.S. I am not a crackpot.
Homer: Got any of that beer that has candy floating in it? You know, Skittlebrau?
Apu: Such a beer does not exist, sir. I think you must have dreamed it.
Homer: Oh. Well, then just give me a six-pack and a couple of bags of Skittles.
Carl: Oh no! Homer's going over those falls!
Lenny: Oh good! He snagged that tree branch.
Carl: Oh no! The branch broke off!
Lenny: Oh good! He can grab onto them pointy rocks!
Carl: Oh no! Them pointy rocks broke his arms and legs.
Lenny: Oh good! Those helpful beavers are swimming out to save him!
Carl: Oh no! They're biting him, and stealing his pants!
Kent Brockman: ... and the fluffy kitten played with that ball of string all through the night. On a lighter note, a Kwik-E-Mart clerk was brutally murdered last night.
Trent: [walking up] The man knows what he likes.
Homer: Just taking care of business.
Trent: If you don't, who will, huh? Trent Steele.
Homer: Homer Si ... uh, Max Power.
Trent: Oh, hey! Great name!
Homer: Yeah, isn't it? I got it off a hair dryer.
Trent: [laughs] I like a man who can poke fun at himself. [looks at his watch] Ooh, hey, my one o'clock cancelled. Eh, you had any lunch?
Homer: Yeah, but I usually have three or four.
Trent: So where to eat? You like Thai?
Homer: Tie good. You like shirt?
Chief Wiggum: Uh, no, you got the wrong number. This is 9-1... 2.
Homer: When I held that gun in my hand, I felt a surge of power ... like God must feel when he's holding a gun.
Chief Wiggum: Sideshow Bob has no decency. He called me Chief Piggum. (laughs) Oh wait, I get it, he's all right.
Bart: What's Santa's Little Helper doing to that dog? Looks like he's trying to jump over, but he can't quite make it.
Sunday, February 19, 2006
back (again,with full force though ;))
ok....i must admit...that my attendance pretty low here and my rate has slumped....
but i hope to make it up to you,by blogging quite regularly.
first things first...
i got an ipod nano,thank you very much!
and i spoiled the earphones.but after a general survey it wasnt tough to conclude that graph ofthe ability of the apple speakers to do its job -> time was very small.
four days and bzzzzkkkk went my earphones..hopefully they will get replaced.
other things on my menu in the near future will be,an electronic guitar.mostly a yamaha pacifica.the reviews are great ,lets hope it fits my bill!
getting an ipod ,fills the void in my office hours.music and music for 10 hours straight,what else a man could hope for?(this was a statement ,and not a question)
anyways....
adios!
but i hope to make it up to you,by blogging quite regularly.
first things first...
i got an ipod nano,thank you very much!
and i spoiled the earphones.but after a general survey it wasnt tough to conclude that graph ofthe ability of the apple speakers to do its job -> time was very small.
four days and bzzzzkkkk went my earphones..hopefully they will get replaced.
other things on my menu in the near future will be,an electronic guitar.mostly a yamaha pacifica.the reviews are great ,lets hope it fits my bill!
getting an ipod ,fills the void in my office hours.music and music for 10 hours straight,what else a man could hope for?(this was a statement ,and not a question)
anyways....
adios!
Friday, January 27, 2006
waau waau waauuuuuuuuu
yesterday at iim a was the performance of strings and jal.
considering it was my first visit,i was excited to see them perform.
firstly a couple of my friends couldnt manage to get hold of the passes.so a friend and myself jumped from various outlets that sold the passes only to find out that they were sold out.even at iim.
this happened for about 45 mins and then we call up a guy at iim (no. was available freely) and he said passes are available,we rush to that place on a scooty ,with no horn or brakes.twas fun.
we finally manage to get the passes.and join my school friends.
jal started first with the song that made them famous -woh lamhe.and trust me ,they sucked.i wasnt the only one saying this.
the voice sucked,but the instruments were at par.they were doing a nice job.but somewhere they lacked professionalism.they couldnt manage to woo the crowd.and they had a weird accent with grammatically wrong english spoken,but with the crowd he was looking at,rest assured he wasnt going to be sneered at for his english!
then in came strings.my, my what a voice.perfectness everywhere.their guitarist /drummer/bassist were fantabulous.
he managed to play the psychedelic style of pink flyod with amazing grace.even the jal guitarist tried it but didnt reach that mark.
strings managed to woo the crowd with ease,firstly because of his numbers and secondly because he involved the crowd to sing.
now thats a perfect combination.
all in all a totally awesome performance!
considering it was my first visit,i was excited to see them perform.
firstly a couple of my friends couldnt manage to get hold of the passes.so a friend and myself jumped from various outlets that sold the passes only to find out that they were sold out.even at iim.
this happened for about 45 mins and then we call up a guy at iim (no. was available freely) and he said passes are available,we rush to that place on a scooty ,with no horn or brakes.twas fun.
we finally manage to get the passes.and join my school friends.
jal started first with the song that made them famous -woh lamhe.and trust me ,they sucked.i wasnt the only one saying this.
the voice sucked,but the instruments were at par.they were doing a nice job.but somewhere they lacked professionalism.they couldnt manage to woo the crowd.and they had a weird accent with grammatically wrong english spoken,but with the crowd he was looking at,rest assured he wasnt going to be sneered at for his english!
then in came strings.my, my what a voice.perfectness everywhere.their guitarist /drummer/bassist were fantabulous.
he managed to play the psychedelic style of pink flyod with amazing grace.even the jal guitarist tried it but didnt reach that mark.
strings managed to woo the crowd with ease,firstly because of his numbers and secondly because he involved the crowd to sing.
now thats a perfect combination.
all in all a totally awesome performance!
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
that 70s spyrit
our routine starts from disembarking the bus at income tax and then boarding a rickshaw to home.
so one fine evening we ask the driver if he is interested ,to which he agreed and when be boarded the rickshaw.....my my...what a place he had got there!
speakers - "neighbour's envy ,owner's pride" ,this anecdote gets its true meaning from here.
then there was this circular tube emitting blue colour and another one in the back.
the drivers area was stuffed with artificial flowers and stuff....looked nice though.he had carpeted the floor. and had seat covers as well.
now comes driver.well he has left no efforts on the vanity affair(for himself !)
this guy would be in the middle 40s or something,but hamare raja looks like the re-incarnation of dev anand himself.
dyed jet black hair,colourful shirt(literally) and neat shave and hair !
man watching him almost made us laugh.
but one thing is for sure...that guy had spirit.
once we reached my house,he said,"yahaan mein 15 minute pehle aaya tha".
talk about deja vu.
ciao..
so one fine evening we ask the driver if he is interested ,to which he agreed and when be boarded the rickshaw.....my my...what a place he had got there!
speakers - "neighbour's envy ,owner's pride" ,this anecdote gets its true meaning from here.
then there was this circular tube emitting blue colour and another one in the back.
the drivers area was stuffed with artificial flowers and stuff....looked nice though.he had carpeted the floor. and had seat covers as well.
now comes driver.well he has left no efforts on the vanity affair(for himself !)
this guy would be in the middle 40s or something,but hamare raja looks like the re-incarnation of dev anand himself.
dyed jet black hair,colourful shirt(literally) and neat shave and hair !
man watching him almost made us laugh.
but one thing is for sure...that guy had spirit.
once we reached my house,he said,"yahaan mein 15 minute pehle aaya tha".
talk about deja vu.
ciao..
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