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The Management
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Monday, January 22, 2007
let the adventures begin
well tis was when i moved into my new rented apartment. it happens to be bigger than my house.
right on the first day we had goof-ups if you may call them. we all had a good laugh at the moments and what's in store for us.
now everywhere in america you have the smoke alarms installed in the house, in every room! and this is quite new to us( me and my room mates) as we never had such a feature in our homes. there is a smoke detector in our kitchen. there is also an exhaust fan available for us to use when we cook. but since it is new to us, we didnt bother to switch on the exhaust fan. and in moments we realised the presence of the smoke alarm. it went out *beep*,*beep*,*beep*.
our memories of a smoke detector going off was only in the movies where the scene was of a burning building. but in this case, the big question was, where is the fire? panic stricken we looked for means to turn it off.
one thing that we also noticed in l.a. was that the fire department is proactive. our house has a window that looked onto the road where we could listen and see the fire truck wailing its siren away almost every 2 hours or so. now we were wondering if they would be heading for us? so we opened up the windows, furled up the blinds and still the alarm wouldn't go off.
this was very similar to a protagonist trying to rescue a baby from a burning building, the only difference was we didnt know what to do. there was this button on the smoke alarm. and some how we figured that upon depressing the button again, the alarm would calm. :P
then i yanked out the stick that supported the hangers from the closet and tried it at the alarm. then another roommate of mine draws a chair underneath the alarm and depresses the alarm button and it goes back to its mute state.
if you think that was all for a day, it isn't.
now the concept of heaters is also new to us naive youngsters. ours works on the concept of gas. the land lady had told us to put the heater in a "pilot" mode when not in use. i asked for its significance she didnt have a reply. in the "pilot" mode however it was still on, on a lower flame though.
things started heating up in sometime though it was on a pilot mode and we couldnt take it anymore. so thats when we shut the gas supply off thereby turning the heater off completely. that worked out all fine and dandy.
that night though we felt the need of the heater, which is when we turned it on and we ready to enjoy the warmth it gave. but it didnt give out anything. and then we looked around and thats when we realised that there wasnt any flame to burn the gas which is when we realised the significance of the pilot mode.
anyway, we needed to strike a flame in that encasement. we neither had a long match stick or any such means light the flame. we took a newspaper. wound it tight so as to form a stick and lit it with a match stick. this is pretty much how the primitive man who invented fire would have done after some point of time minus the newspaper. now we started poking at the gas outlet in the encasement. nothing! again and nothing! then again and zilch! this was demoralizing and puzzling for us because we were engineers by profession and would not accept anything without a proper reasoning.what arrogance!
then we let the gas flow freely and lit. and i was the one hold that torch and *bhoop * came the noise and the flame came right at me and there is was, burning in all its splendor.
oh i forgot to mention that in case something went wrong i had one of my room mates with a cooker filled with water.
then again we had a good laugh.
playing with fire right on the day of signing the lease for the apartment! some fun eh?
i guess i have rambled on for quite some time now. i shall give you some breathing space.
till we meet again
k for kyos
right on the first day we had goof-ups if you may call them. we all had a good laugh at the moments and what's in store for us.
now everywhere in america you have the smoke alarms installed in the house, in every room! and this is quite new to us( me and my room mates) as we never had such a feature in our homes. there is a smoke detector in our kitchen. there is also an exhaust fan available for us to use when we cook. but since it is new to us, we didnt bother to switch on the exhaust fan. and in moments we realised the presence of the smoke alarm. it went out *beep*,*beep*,*beep*.
our memories of a smoke detector going off was only in the movies where the scene was of a burning building. but in this case, the big question was, where is the fire? panic stricken we looked for means to turn it off.
one thing that we also noticed in l.a. was that the fire department is proactive. our house has a window that looked onto the road where we could listen and see the fire truck wailing its siren away almost every 2 hours or so. now we were wondering if they would be heading for us? so we opened up the windows, furled up the blinds and still the alarm wouldn't go off.
this was very similar to a protagonist trying to rescue a baby from a burning building, the only difference was we didnt know what to do. there was this button on the smoke alarm. and some how we figured that upon depressing the button again, the alarm would calm. :P
then i yanked out the stick that supported the hangers from the closet and tried it at the alarm. then another roommate of mine draws a chair underneath the alarm and depresses the alarm button and it goes back to its mute state.
if you think that was all for a day, it isn't.
now the concept of heaters is also new to us naive youngsters. ours works on the concept of gas. the land lady had told us to put the heater in a "pilot" mode when not in use. i asked for its significance she didnt have a reply. in the "pilot" mode however it was still on, on a lower flame though.
things started heating up in sometime though it was on a pilot mode and we couldnt take it anymore. so thats when we shut the gas supply off thereby turning the heater off completely. that worked out all fine and dandy.
that night though we felt the need of the heater, which is when we turned it on and we ready to enjoy the warmth it gave. but it didnt give out anything. and then we looked around and thats when we realised that there wasnt any flame to burn the gas which is when we realised the significance of the pilot mode.
anyway, we needed to strike a flame in that encasement. we neither had a long match stick or any such means light the flame. we took a newspaper. wound it tight so as to form a stick and lit it with a match stick. this is pretty much how the primitive man who invented fire would have done after some point of time minus the newspaper. now we started poking at the gas outlet in the encasement. nothing! again and nothing! then again and zilch! this was demoralizing and puzzling for us because we were engineers by profession and would not accept anything without a proper reasoning.what arrogance!
then we let the gas flow freely and lit. and i was the one hold that torch and *bhoop * came the noise and the flame came right at me and there is was, burning in all its splendor.
oh i forgot to mention that in case something went wrong i had one of my room mates with a cooker filled with water.
then again we had a good laugh.
playing with fire right on the day of signing the lease for the apartment! some fun eh?
i guess i have rambled on for quite some time now. i shall give you some breathing space.
till we meet again
k for kyos
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Saturday, January 06, 2007
bon jour la
well here i am . in l.a. phew! i must say i was excited.
once you are here is when you realise the hardships,the hurdles that lay ahead of you. the very idea of building everything from scratch with nothing is seemingly very detterent for any faint heart.
everyone faces them,anyone who has come here leaving the rosy family thousands of miles behind him. and everyone has a fresh new identity to start out with. i really dont know how to put it in words but i shall try my best.
i was taken in by a senior of mine who i must say was really helpful in all sorts. i was taken aback by the amount of help that he had extended to me. i shall never forget that. all for a one person whom he had met only 2-3 times. then i was taken where a group of students welcomed me and prepared food. we had a jolly of a time. all for a one person whom they had never met in their life! but then in today's world who would be so nice?
the only tool that you have to start out with ,in this brave new world, is trust. hehe, if you dont have that, consider yourself to be a gonner. i sensed this in the past few days. amongst new people all you can offer is trust and that's a BIG thing and do whatever you can so that they dont loose it on you.
i guess i am done saying. pretty much an arbitrary ending.
till we meet again
good bye
once you are here is when you realise the hardships,the hurdles that lay ahead of you. the very idea of building everything from scratch with nothing is seemingly very detterent for any faint heart.
everyone faces them,anyone who has come here leaving the rosy family thousands of miles behind him. and everyone has a fresh new identity to start out with. i really dont know how to put it in words but i shall try my best.
i was taken in by a senior of mine who i must say was really helpful in all sorts. i was taken aback by the amount of help that he had extended to me. i shall never forget that. all for a one person whom he had met only 2-3 times. then i was taken where a group of students welcomed me and prepared food. we had a jolly of a time. all for a one person whom they had never met in their life! but then in today's world who would be so nice?
the only tool that you have to start out with ,in this brave new world, is trust. hehe, if you dont have that, consider yourself to be a gonner. i sensed this in the past few days. amongst new people all you can offer is trust and that's a BIG thing and do whatever you can so that they dont loose it on you.
i guess i am done saying. pretty much an arbitrary ending.
till we meet again
good bye
Thursday, December 21, 2006
la here I come!
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!
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!
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
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