Pal do pal ka, saath hamaara
Pal do pal ke, yaarane.....
Lines from a legen dairy movie called "The Burning Train"...Pretty star studded line up in the movie (Amitabh missing though...hmmm)
Anyways, these two lines were reverberating inside my head as I got off the Kachiguda express...It is rather hard (not impossible) to sit in a train for close to 10 hours and not have adventures...
AARGGH!
was the expression inside my head as I was lugging the nearly 12 Kilo luggage bag towards the train, making mental notes of never travelling with somebody who's completed a week long trip! But I get to the door of our compartment and voila!, there she was...
She was talkin on the phone walkin up and down the small corridor outside the compartment...I forcefully tear myself away from her and start lugging the monstrosity of a bag onto the train...We just arrive at our seats and the train starts moving!
She comes back...And she's in our compartment...AND she's reading a book called 'SHANTARAM'...AND she's all alone and silent and brooding and mysterious...The plot thickens....
Turns out my sis in law knows a few of the ppl riding with us in our compartment, so after a while of chit chat, a gang of 6-7 ppl are playing UNO. Midway, a (desperate?) side of me wakes up and asks her 'u wanna join us?'...She gives a shyish super smile and says "No thanks..." with the eyebrow lowering and what not, to put me in what knots! (Background song : Ye uthe subah chale, ye jhuke shaam dhaleeeee...)
UNO can get boring, u know, and there comes a time when u have to throw up ur hands (after placing the cards down) and say 'Enuf!'...That time is dinner time.
We munch on some home made fuud (I luvya ma!) and wash our hands off it (literally)...But she's just sitting there, without dinner...My sis in law asks her about her dinner, and she says it was supposed to come, but hasn't, and probably won't...And throw in the sympathy angle, on top of all the alluring mystery...
At guntkal (God bless that station!), she gets down to get some dinner...
And I get down to find some courage!...And the privacy which had been eluding me ever since i got on the chuku buku...
A very well utilized 25 minute break, i started the conversation with a lame, albeit effective "you hadn't got anything for dinner??"........
Bottom line : I spoke to a girl I didn't know, rather pretty/cute n all, and almost got her interested in me (She asked me what I do for weekends! Some of u may be going 'aaaah THATs what u r basing her interest in u on?' but don't :-) )...It was sad that I couldn't take it further than that, cos of various reasons...But more importantly, it was one sweet short and interesting moment that happened inside God's blessing to travelling mankind : a train...
Cheerios!
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
People
Ever felt like going to a place where there're no people u know?
In fact, ever felt like going somewhere where there're no ppl at all?!
A mountain top, a lonely beach, a forsaken island...
One'd probably wanna come back in like an hour or so...Come back to civilization, surroundings that u're familiar with...Cos most ppl are social animals...Those who say that "they're a rock, they're an island" are bluffing ya...In fact, on the flip side, they're probably the ones who desire company most and are frantically trying to convince themselves of the contrary.
I'm a realist and hence I'll admit that I'll maybe wanna come back in an hour...
But what brings u to that point in the first place maga?
Adu happens when u're sad or angry...And either is a result of things not going the way u wanted them to or ppl not acting the way u wanted them to (I'll refrain from using the cliched 'exp...' word).
When it happens with ppl u've known for a while, when u observe them acting in a seemingly (seems to u atleast :) ) unreasonable manner, its a bit more unsettling than usual...
Ah okay...that makes sense.
In fact, ever felt like going somewhere where there're no ppl at all?!
A mountain top, a lonely beach, a forsaken island...
One'd probably wanna come back in like an hour or so...Come back to civilization, surroundings that u're familiar with...Cos most ppl are social animals...Those who say that "they're a rock, they're an island" are bluffing ya...In fact, on the flip side, they're probably the ones who desire company most and are frantically trying to convince themselves of the contrary.
I'm a realist and hence I'll admit that I'll maybe wanna come back in an hour...
But what brings u to that point in the first place maga?
Adu happens when u're sad or angry...And either is a result of things not going the way u wanted them to or ppl not acting the way u wanted them to (I'll refrain from using the cliched 'exp...' word).
When it happens with ppl u've known for a while, when u observe them acting in a seemingly (seems to u atleast :) ) unreasonable manner, its a bit more unsettling than usual...
Ah okay...that makes sense.
Monday, December 22, 2008
All in a day's work
Got this in an email....These were comments in a bug page, the title of the bug being :
incorrect error messages encountered when running cli command
And here's somebody who wrote a comment in that bug, explaining the whole thing.
"
Here's what the error messages states when trying to execute an command within the
CLI.
irene:> start /XYZ/console
Are you sure you want to start /XYZ/console (y/n)?
Are you really sure you want to start /XYZ/console (y/n)?
Are you not sure you don't want to start /XYZ/console (y/n)?
Starting /XYZ/console may cause liver cancer. Are you still sure (y/n)?
Have you read and agreed to the /XYZ/console terms of use (y/n)?
Do you always lie about having read and agreed to terms of use (y/n)?
Do you lie about everything (y/n)?
Are you sure you want to start /XYZ/console (y/n)?
As you might have inferred, we're just fooling around; this is the appliance,
not the service processor -- you can't get to the service processor console
from here. To get to the service processor (and to the console), you will need
to connect a serial cable or network cable to the correct port on the
appliance, and connect to it via the appropriate means; see appliance
documentation for details.
irene:>
"
incorrect error messages encountered when running cli command
And here's somebody who wrote a comment in that bug, explaining the whole thing.
"
Here's what the error messages states when trying to execute an
irene:> start /XYZ/console
Are you sure you want to start /XYZ/console (y/n)?
Are you really sure you want to start /XYZ/console (y/n)?
Are you not sure you don't want to start /XYZ/console (y/n)?
Starting /XYZ/console may cause liver cancer. Are you still sure (y/n)?
Have you read and agreed to the /XYZ/console terms of use (y/n)?
Do you always lie about having read and agreed to terms of use (y/n)?
Do you lie about everything (y/n)?
Are you sure you want to start /XYZ/console (y/n)?
As you might have inferred, we're just fooling around; this is the appliance,
not the service processor -- you can't get to the service processor console
from here. To get to the service processor (and to the console), you will need
to connect a serial cable or network cable to the correct port on the
appliance, and connect to it via the appropriate means; see appliance
documentation for details.
irene:>
"
Saturday, December 13, 2008
hi loser
Who is he? He's a funny papachi loser, who "fights" in an "ekdum action" environment called TNA wrestling.
Here I am sitting with my laptop on my spinal cord (counter intuitive to the name of the machine? :D ) and the tv's running and there's this ad of TNA which runs as follows :
"Whenever in any village within 100 kms from here, a baby cries, the baby's mother says ' sleep, (this is where my brain gave me a jolt and made me actually "listen" to the ad), sleep my kid otherwise kurt angle will come".
For those who're scratching ur heads and wondering whether ur beloved Murali has actually totally lost it and gone cuckoo, the line above, in Hindi, was uttered famously by the inimitable Late Amjad Khan as Gabbar Singh!!
Gawddddddd!
Friday, December 12, 2008
Gnanada MuttugaLu
Literally translated, the subject line means 'wisdom's pearls'....
The fans of the English language will take the trouble of the re-ordering it.
Read on....
Sage: heheh
What the sage is basically saying is if u spend too much time with another person, u become predictable in their eyes and the charm's kinda lost...Nothing seems unique or new, and it tends to be boring...
Interesting point?
The fans of the English language will take the trouble of the re-ordering it.
Read on....
Sage: heheh
you are funny
me: sometimes ashte
i've lost my touch, i've been told
Sage: by who?
me: mostly orchids...fish also sometimes (orchids and fish refer to two ppl here...name mangling done deliberately :D and badly, i must say )
heenamaanavaagi bytaane (he scolds ekkachikki)
avnantu
Sage: hmmm
eno...
but yenagatte gotta
me: yeah?
Sage: if you spend too much time with a person,
it will be like shutting yourslef in a room with back-to-back episodes of seinfeld for 2 weeks
horage bandaaga, avr joke gaLu, punch line gaLu... ashtella yaake... kaNN miTkso frequency nu guess maaDbahudu (when you come out, their jokes, punch lines... why all that... you can guess the frequency with which they'll blink their eyes too)
What the sage is basically saying is if u spend too much time with another person, u become predictable in their eyes and the charm's kinda lost...Nothing seems unique or new, and it tends to be boring...
Interesting point?
Saturday, November 29, 2008
How GPRS saved the g err day
So my brother's in town and he's an outright all night party animal, so he, his friend n wife n I are slated to arrive at Swagath Garuda, Jaynagar at 9.40 on a Friday night to watch (hold thy breath) Dostana.....
The prospect of watching a possibly inane movie made by an alleged homosexual guy (not too many doubts now after watchin the movie...theete teerskondbitta baddimaga...) was not too inviting...Matters became worse when we got to the theatre only to find out that our tickets have been given to somebody else...
It having been an eventful day, my bro didn't have the 'booking no.' on self at 9.40 pm. Out whipped my phone was by the me and i logged into gmail...Good ol' gmail application and my slightly sluggish ( :D ) phone took its time, but finally yielded the result! After some 'here sir' and 'sorry for the inconvenience sir' et al, we were sitting down...And boy was the timing right!
Priyanka Chopra's introduction in the movie has not been handled by Karan Johar I think...I can't call it tastefully done, but they focused on all the 'pertinent' aspects of her...The 3 protagonists put on their best american english (yet indelibly desi) accents and waltz through the film in immaculate clothing and posh locations, with emotions and loads of gay innuendos...
The bottom line of the movie. Spoiler coming up. Two men who aren't gay in the first place, but pretend to be a gay couple, eventually END up committing a rather gay act in front of a score of ppl for a girl !!!
The first half of the movie is cleverly humorous, although blatant and in ur face and 'yaaawn' in some of its jokes...The second half merits the choking of the Karan Johar.
The END.
Shalom.
The prospect of watching a possibly inane movie made by an alleged homosexual guy (not too many doubts now after watchin the movie...theete teerskondbitta baddimaga...) was not too inviting...Matters became worse when we got to the theatre only to find out that our tickets have been given to somebody else...
It having been an eventful day, my bro didn't have the 'booking no.' on self at 9.40 pm. Out whipped my phone was by the me and i logged into gmail...Good ol' gmail application and my slightly sluggish ( :D ) phone took its time, but finally yielded the result! After some 'here sir' and 'sorry for the inconvenience sir' et al, we were sitting down...And boy was the timing right!
Priyanka Chopra's introduction in the movie has not been handled by Karan Johar I think...I can't call it tastefully done, but they focused on all the 'pertinent' aspects of her...The 3 protagonists put on their best american english (yet indelibly desi) accents and waltz through the film in immaculate clothing and posh locations, with emotions and loads of gay innuendos...
The bottom line of the movie. Spoiler coming up. Two men who aren't gay in the first place, but pretend to be a gay couple, eventually END up committing a rather gay act in front of a score of ppl for a girl !!!
The first half of the movie is cleverly humorous, although blatant and in ur face and 'yaaawn' in some of its jokes...The second half merits the choking of the Karan Johar.
The END.
Shalom.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
What the!?
I am walking towards the conference room...
I open the door...
I look at the room...all seats taken...People are already sitting on the floor, relaxed and chatting with each other...A rather mirthy atmosphere also, if i may add.
And then i turn towards the left...And see the huge screen, meant for a projector...And I do a double take...
CricInfo.com
My section level meeting ladies and gents!!!
I open the door...
I look at the room...all seats taken...People are already sitting on the floor, relaxed and chatting with each other...A rather mirthy atmosphere also, if i may add.
And then i turn towards the left...And see the huge screen, meant for a projector...And I do a double take...
CricInfo.com
My section level meeting ladies and gents!!!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Endings and Beginnings
I will need this as a record sometime, so here it is :
I quit HP 3 days ago, after what seemed like a rather long sojourn of 3 yrs, 4 months and 6 days.
The day was the 12th of November. It was an extremely coupla days including and leading upto it, cos I was in denial. I experienced the psychological symptom of denial in its full force during this period.
I didn't, couldn't think of the fact that I would be leaving this company...The company where I didn't work, but played...With colleagues, with 5 of my college friends at different times of my stay...It was a transition every fresher dreams of, straight from the playground called college to another corporate playhouse where u get paid for having fun!
There's a dark side to all this frolic...Sometimes things got too personal, and the pressure drove me close to madness...And I'd be lying if I said that I don't take any of that away from HP; But it'd be harsh to say that I made a jittery start to my career...one weighs such things and one sees that one's 'good thingsu' pan is much much heavier :)
We return to the present, and we're in the last day...A rather dazed Murali is going through the tasks of a typical 'last day'. Several people ask him whether he's feeling ok, alright etc. What they don't realize is the denial is melting into realization and fear and sadness...Realization of what he'd done, Fear of what's ahead and sadness of ...Lets leave that to him shall we?
As I separate myself from him and look at how he's handling all the people coming to his cube to wish him a bright future and telling him in certain tones that he'll do well, i can now clearly see what i felt then...I wasn't talking to them then...A zombie was..."Hi...Yeah I am...Yeah, its today...Ah hah ha...Thanks, thanks a lot!!...Yeah I will, I have ur number/mail id" etc etc
And that evening...it all came tumbling out...It'll suffice to say that the moon was beautiful that evening...Somehow managed to notice it...
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The contrast of the people, their attitude towards me in their presence today, was huuuuuuuge...
Oh I'm comparing my first day @ Sun, with my last day @ HP btw! Welcome to DivyaShree chambers, a relic in its own right, but with magnificient "corporate" interiors...Pretty receptionists to impatient HR ladies to lazy and careless software engineers...You've got em all sire!
Murali in HP on 10th Nov 2008 : Adored and respected (to a certain level) for his contributions and his personality.
Murali in Sun on 12th Nov 2008 : Uh, which one is he again!?
Those of you going "duh what else didja expect?!" (thats u sheetal) are absolutely right...I'm not contesting the existance of a difference...I'm just drawing ur attention to the magnitude.. :Dumbledorish bow
:D
And oh, Solaris is slow!! The keyboard is ohmygosh weird, and the people are alternatingly aloof and caring! I'll get used to it I guess, like everything else...
Well, getting used to it doesn't mean forgetting you and the past ok na?
I quit HP 3 days ago, after what seemed like a rather long sojourn of 3 yrs, 4 months and 6 days.
The day was the 12th of November. It was an extremely coupla days including and leading upto it, cos I was in denial. I experienced the psychological symptom of denial in its full force during this period.
I didn't, couldn't think of the fact that I would be leaving this company...The company where I didn't work, but played...With colleagues, with 5 of my college friends at different times of my stay...It was a transition every fresher dreams of, straight from the playground called college to another corporate playhouse where u get paid for having fun!
There's a dark side to all this frolic...Sometimes things got too personal, and the pressure drove me close to madness...And I'd be lying if I said that I don't take any of that away from HP; But it'd be harsh to say that I made a jittery start to my career...one weighs such things and one sees that one's 'good thingsu' pan is much much heavier :)
We return to the present, and we're in the last day...A rather dazed Murali is going through the tasks of a typical 'last day'. Several people ask him whether he's feeling ok, alright etc. What they don't realize is the denial is melting into realization and fear and sadness...Realization of what he'd done, Fear of what's ahead and sadness of ...Lets leave that to him shall we?
As I separate myself from him and look at how he's handling all the people coming to his cube to wish him a bright future and telling him in certain tones that he'll do well, i can now clearly see what i felt then...I wasn't talking to them then...A zombie was..."Hi...Yeah I am...Yeah, its today...Ah hah ha...Thanks, thanks a lot!!...Yeah I will, I have ur number/mail id" etc etc
And that evening...it all came tumbling out...It'll suffice to say that the moon was beautiful that evening...Somehow managed to notice it...
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The contrast of the people, their attitude towards me in their presence today, was huuuuuuuge...
Oh I'm comparing my first day @ Sun, with my last day @ HP btw! Welcome to DivyaShree chambers, a relic in its own right, but with magnificient "corporate" interiors...Pretty receptionists to impatient HR ladies to lazy and careless software engineers...You've got em all sire!
Murali in HP on 10th Nov 2008 : Adored and respected (to a certain level) for his contributions and his personality.
Murali in Sun on 12th Nov 2008 : Uh, which one is he again!?
Those of you going "duh what else didja expect?!" (thats u sheetal) are absolutely right...I'm not contesting the existance of a difference...I'm just drawing ur attention to the magnitude.. :Dumbledorish bow
:D
And oh, Solaris is slow!! The keyboard is ohmygosh weird, and the people are alternatingly aloof and caring! I'll get used to it I guess, like everything else...
Well, getting used to it doesn't mean forgetting you and the past ok na?
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
A song for every occasion...
I must be invisible;
No one knows me.
I have crawled down dead-end streets
On my hands and knees.
I was born with a ragin thirst,
A hunger to be free,
But Ive learned through the years.
Dont encourage me.
cause Im a lonely stranger here,
Well beyond my day.
And I dont know whats goin on,
So Ill be on my way.
When I walk, stay behind;
Dont get close to me,
cause its sure to end in tears,
So just let me be.
Some will say that Im no good;
Maybe I agree.
Take a look then walk away.
Thats all right with me.
I'll be on my way....
No one knows me.
I have crawled down dead-end streets
On my hands and knees.
I was born with a ragin thirst,
A hunger to be free,
But Ive learned through the years.
Dont encourage me.
cause Im a lonely stranger here,
Well beyond my day.
And I dont know whats goin on,
So Ill be on my way.
When I walk, stay behind;
Dont get close to me,
cause its sure to end in tears,
So just let me be.
Some will say that Im no good;
Maybe I agree.
Take a look then walk away.
Thats all right with me.
I'll be on my way....
Monday, November 03, 2008
Did you know...
...........
Bitchess : You bitch of a sun...
Mr Li : If I'm a bitch, then you're a bitchess...
Bitchess : So that does make me a dog?
Mr Li : No...you're a gay dog...and that's why a bitchess
Bitchess : Ha...that was a brilliant explanation...
:D
Bitchess : You bitch of a sun...
Mr Li : If I'm a bitch, then you're a bitchess...
Bitchess : So that does make me a dog?
Mr Li : No...you're a gay dog...and that's why a bitchess
Bitchess : Ha...that was a brilliant explanation...
:D
Goodbye DC
David Coulthard is a Formula One racing driver.
Or he used to be...
That's cos he retired at the end of the recently concluded scintillating Brazilian Grand prix. Pretty tall, British and supposed to've raced for top teams in his peak...Now I wasn't too big a fan of his, but got to know a couple of really interesting facts about him!
Or he used to be...
That's cos he retired at the end of the recently concluded scintillating Brazilian Grand prix. Pretty tall, British and supposed to've raced for top teams in his peak...Now I wasn't too big a fan of his, but got to know a couple of really interesting facts about him!
- When once he'd won a race with McLaren, it seems he'd turned out to receive his trophy in a Superman costume!
- They were showing bloopers/behind the scenes footage of the preview show for a formula one race (the show's called RaceDay). There's this rather sexy female anchor of the show, who's interviewing DC before his last race. She asks him "So what'll you miss most on the Formula One circuit DC?" And he says, without any emotion on his face, "I'll really miss looking down your nice cleavage during an interview"
Sunday, October 26, 2008
auto raja
is the name of a kannada movie, by shankar nag, which sorta immortalized and elevated the status of an auto driver, his hard ships, his big aortic pump (heart) etc etc
In the past week, I've had the fortune of traveling in an auto, with some rather colourful drivers manning the wheel...
1. One guy asked me a "onnendaaf" fare (one and a half for those who haven't cracked it yet). When I protested, he said "en saar neev software novre hing and bittre?" and shaved off 10 bucks on the condition that we'd both (me n the auto driver) smoke a cigarette together!
2. At 10 pm in the night after a rather hilarious play, bro sis in law n I catch an auto. All's fine till we encounter some traffic cops with breath analyzers. At this point somebody (dont remember who) ponders about the mechanics of this exercise of catching alcoholic drivers... And the driver gives us his glimpses of drunk driving episodes that he's seen in his illustrious career!
He tells us about this drunk guy at 11 pm in gandhi bazaar who takes his brand new shiny white tata indica and drives it neither on the left nor the right but straight OVER the median on the road...of course 'under the influence'! ;)
So a few guys on the spot, including our beloved auto driver, rush to the spot to help him...But our elated indica guy is, apparently, talking about "making the car fly" over the median and onto the road...With a smile on his face...
At this point our auto driver in the role of narrator, is excited and leaves no details unmentioned...He goes on to use some expletives with my sis in law right there in the auto! funny :D
The indica was rescued, btw...
(Some) Auto drivers rock!
In the past week, I've had the fortune of traveling in an auto, with some rather colourful drivers manning the wheel...
1. One guy asked me a "onnendaaf" fare (one and a half for those who haven't cracked it yet). When I protested, he said "en saar neev software novre hing and bittre?" and shaved off 10 bucks on the condition that we'd both (me n the auto driver) smoke a cigarette together!
2. At 10 pm in the night after a rather hilarious play, bro sis in law n I catch an auto. All's fine till we encounter some traffic cops with breath analyzers. At this point somebody (dont remember who) ponders about the mechanics of this exercise of catching alcoholic drivers... And the driver gives us his glimpses of drunk driving episodes that he's seen in his illustrious career!
He tells us about this drunk guy at 11 pm in gandhi bazaar who takes his brand new shiny white tata indica and drives it neither on the left nor the right but straight OVER the median on the road...of course 'under the influence'! ;)
So a few guys on the spot, including our beloved auto driver, rush to the spot to help him...But our elated indica guy is, apparently, talking about "making the car fly" over the median and onto the road...With a smile on his face...
At this point our auto driver in the role of narrator, is excited and leaves no details unmentioned...He goes on to use some expletives with my sis in law right there in the auto! funny :D
The indica was rescued, btw...
(Some) Auto drivers rock!
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Jhoom le!
Jhoom le has bol le pyaari agar hai zindagi
Saans ke bas, ek jhonke ka, safar hai zindagi :)
Hariharan is a funny looking man now.
He has a goatee kinda short beard below his lip, with mane type of hair extending upto the middle of his back, in a weird kinda plait.
All this is true and is to be focused upon until he hath his mouthshut.com
Cos once he opens it, there is nectar...The sweet nectar of ingenious, creative beyond par music!!
I got to his concert early, made friends (conversation) with a police constable who I found out lives close to my house, ate overpriced crappy snacks, walked around looking groups/couples of ppl and wishing how i had some company for 2 hours (thats RIGHT!) and at the end of it he comes and takes away all reason to complain...
Even in his madness, u see melody...His control over music, the accuracy and precision of notes he can produce can be explained, I think, using the following example : Take a grain of rice and divide it into a 100,000 pieces. If you think u can imagine how big each piece can be, then divide it into 10,000,000 pieces. Ah better...Each piece is equivalent to one fine sliver of tonal variations Hariji can distinguish between.
He's just awesome! And I got to see him from some 10 feet away, live, crooning away to glory, "tunn" (the hindi word) in his own ecstatic world!
And I come back home to a smiling mommy waiting for me with food and some kickass football!!
Good night indeed....
Saans ke bas, ek jhonke ka, safar hai zindagi :)
Hariharan is a funny looking man now.
He has a goatee kinda short beard below his lip, with mane type of hair extending upto the middle of his back, in a weird kinda plait.
All this is true and is to be focused upon until he hath his mouthshut.com
Cos once he opens it, there is nectar...The sweet nectar of ingenious, creative beyond par music!!
I got to his concert early, made friends (conversation) with a police constable who I found out lives close to my house, ate overpriced crappy snacks, walked around looking groups/couples of ppl and wishing how i had some company for 2 hours (thats RIGHT!) and at the end of it he comes and takes away all reason to complain...
Even in his madness, u see melody...His control over music, the accuracy and precision of notes he can produce can be explained, I think, using the following example : Take a grain of rice and divide it into a 100,000 pieces. If you think u can imagine how big each piece can be, then divide it into 10,000,000 pieces. Ah better...Each piece is equivalent to one fine sliver of tonal variations Hariji can distinguish between.
He's just awesome! And I got to see him from some 10 feet away, live, crooning away to glory, "tunn" (the hindi word) in his own ecstatic world!
And I come back home to a smiling mommy waiting for me with food and some kickass football!!
Good night indeed....
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
I cry, when angels deserve to die...
It is a sin to be a good samaritan. Atleast, ur rewards aren't what you expect (Was I even expecting something?)
The scene is the square which holds the Coffee day in one corner. You will find a plethora of vehicles, on all the four roads, converging towards the center. And a rather generous display of uncouth, undisciplined driving at that.
So I come to a halt near the center, thinking I should try to help the jam. So I slowly back up one foot in my two wheeler and slightly touch the activa behind me. He says "aye aye aye aye AYE!" at first and before I can understand whats going on and utter an apology, he (with his wife and a small kid) are right next to me asking me to move to the side (I'm pretty much towards the centre of the road). Now I'd have offered some explanation as to why i was exhibiting inertia in a traffic jam, had he not have started uttering extremely vulgar swear words. I, amidst shock and anger, say "I'm not gonna go anywhere...you can go around me". (There was enough room). At this point, time T, he threatens to hit me. At time T+1 another guy props on the other side asking me to move. And as I turn to answer him, the first guy gives me one around the head.
I realize at this point that my temparature has reached the boiling point of blood. But I couldn't hit him. Civility, Nobility, the sight of a female with a kid and I don't know what else constrained me as I trembled against the strongest of impulses to throw a few back (I'm strongly ruing it now). He didn't stop cursing my mother...
So much for my social tendencies. I need some rehab...
On an aside, I observed that most ppl there were angry/impatient. Is there not one minute they can spare to allow another to pass, which COULD resolve the traffic jam? Apparently not. I made a mistake today and learnt it the hard way.
Seene mein jalan, aankhon mein toofan sa kyu hai?
Is sheher mein har shaks pareshaan sa kyu hai?
P.S : Anybody who reads this post and thinks that I'm a sissy or something like that, will be in for a rude shock...
The scene is the square which holds the Coffee day in one corner. You will find a plethora of vehicles, on all the four roads, converging towards the center. And a rather generous display of uncouth, undisciplined driving at that.
So I come to a halt near the center, thinking I should try to help the jam. So I slowly back up one foot in my two wheeler and slightly touch the activa behind me. He says "aye aye aye aye AYE!" at first and before I can understand whats going on and utter an apology, he (with his wife and a small kid) are right next to me asking me to move to the side (I'm pretty much towards the centre of the road). Now I'd have offered some explanation as to why i was exhibiting inertia in a traffic jam, had he not have started uttering extremely vulgar swear words. I, amidst shock and anger, say "I'm not gonna go anywhere...you can go around me". (There was enough room). At this point, time T, he threatens to hit me. At time T+1 another guy props on the other side asking me to move. And as I turn to answer him, the first guy gives me one around the head.
I realize at this point that my temparature has reached the boiling point of blood. But I couldn't hit him. Civility, Nobility, the sight of a female with a kid and I don't know what else constrained me as I trembled against the strongest of impulses to throw a few back (I'm strongly ruing it now). He didn't stop cursing my mother...
So much for my social tendencies. I need some rehab...
On an aside, I observed that most ppl there were angry/impatient. Is there not one minute they can spare to allow another to pass, which COULD resolve the traffic jam? Apparently not. I made a mistake today and learnt it the hard way.
Seene mein jalan, aankhon mein toofan sa kyu hai?
Is sheher mein har shaks pareshaan sa kyu hai?
P.S : Anybody who reads this post and thinks that I'm a sissy or something like that, will be in for a rude shock...
Sunday, October 05, 2008
Good morning
Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up thinking it must run faster than the lion or be killed.
Every morning in Africa, a lion awakens knowing it must outrun the slowest gazelle or starve to death.
It doesn't matter if you're a lion or a gazelle.
When the sun comes up, you'd better be running.
Every morning in Africa, a lion awakens knowing it must outrun the slowest gazelle or starve to death.
It doesn't matter if you're a lion or a gazelle.
When the sun comes up, you'd better be running.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
when to stop
When a man lies, he murders that part of his world...
So, don't!!
Realize ur limits. Gratification can be a fickle and dangerous entity.
For sure, a trough is followed by a crest...
So, don't!!
Realize ur limits. Gratification can be a fickle and dangerous entity.
For sure, a trough is followed by a crest...
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Remember the past
Tears for remembrance, and Tears for joy
Tears for somebody, not this lonely boy...
These are lines from a Maiden cover called 'Remember Tomorrow'; "covered" by the Tallica boys.
If I didn't know better, I'd say this was their own song, their own composition...The way they totally make a song their own when they perform it! Thats what got me hooked onto them in the first place I guess (Nah, it was nothin else matters ;)
But hats off to Maiden to makin such a kickass song! I havent compared tallica's version with the original by Maiden, but sounds like a friggin good one!
There's something to Metallica, that puts you in touch with melancholy like nobody does (Ok u can't count floyd n stuff :P )... And I can't help but think about the past and the present when I listen to lines like the ones above... Where I was and Where I am now...My friends, my relationships...
All I need is just a little patience...
Btw, Death Magnetic is out! I've so far listened to only 1.5 songs, but I'll blindly like it I guess...There's something in their "sound" that I'll never give up on...
Tears for somebody, not this lonely boy...
These are lines from a Maiden cover called 'Remember Tomorrow'; "covered" by the Tallica boys.
If I didn't know better, I'd say this was their own song, their own composition...The way they totally make a song their own when they perform it! Thats what got me hooked onto them in the first place I guess (Nah, it was nothin else matters ;)
But hats off to Maiden to makin such a kickass song! I havent compared tallica's version with the original by Maiden, but sounds like a friggin good one!
There's something to Metallica, that puts you in touch with melancholy like nobody does (Ok u can't count floyd n stuff :P )... And I can't help but think about the past and the present when I listen to lines like the ones above... Where I was and Where I am now...My friends, my relationships...
All I need is just a little patience...
Btw, Death Magnetic is out! I've so far listened to only 1.5 songs, but I'll blindly like it I guess...There's something in their "sound" that I'll never give up on...
Sunday, September 07, 2008
Wisdom Tooth
is a misnomer, as most of you probably know already.
A wisdom tooth is actually the 3rd molar, which starts developing around the age of 17. This doesn't cause issues/problems in everybody. In some people, the jaw is too small to accommodate the 3rd molar (an extra tooth), and hence this molar starts growing in weird ways, causing infection to the neighboring teeth n stuff like that.
The only fleeting association of the poor teeth/tooth with Wisdom is the time at which this molar starts growing, which coincides the time when we "begin to grow up"...
My dentist informed me last night that, thankfully, I won't face too many issues cos of wisdom teeth!
Plus it was also fun at the dentist's last night cos of the strawberry flavoured anaesthetic that he applied on my gums...I was all "pfth sasfht flthtlh" for a while :D
A wisdom tooth is actually the 3rd molar, which starts developing around the age of 17. This doesn't cause issues/problems in everybody. In some people, the jaw is too small to accommodate the 3rd molar (an extra tooth), and hence this molar starts growing in weird ways, causing infection to the neighboring teeth n stuff like that.
The only fleeting association of the poor teeth/tooth with Wisdom is the time at which this molar starts growing, which coincides the time when we "begin to grow up"...
My dentist informed me last night that, thankfully, I won't face too many issues cos of wisdom teeth!
Plus it was also fun at the dentist's last night cos of the strawberry flavoured anaesthetic that he applied on my gums...I was all "pfth sasfht flthtlh" for a while :D
Sunday, August 31, 2008
There is no dark side of the moon really; Matter of fact its all dark...
All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel.
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save.
And All that you give
And All that you deal
And All that you buy,
Beg, borrow or steal.
And All you create
And All you destroy
And All that you do
And All that you say.
And All that you eat
And everyone you meet
And All that you slight
And everyone you fight.
And All that is now
And All that is gone
All thats to come
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel.
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save.
And All that you give
And All that you deal
And All that you buy,
Beg, borrow or steal.
And All you create
And All you destroy
And All that you do
And All that you say.
And All that you eat
And everyone you meet
And All that you slight
And everyone you fight.
And All that is now
And All that is gone
All thats to come
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
Friday, August 29, 2008
How to lose your credit card
Go to a petrol pump
Ask for petrol, like a chump
Get enough filled
Make sure naathins spilled
When it comes to payment, dont think hard
Here's ur friendly neighborhood credit card
Watch out in the bunk for the doped billing chap
For, credit cards he will swap
And he walks towards you, with a guilty look, the gaffer
And hands u the card of mohammed mustafa!
You've now successfully lost something valuable
And somebody'll make sure u pay for it (double meaning :D)
Good night and Shalom!
Ask for petrol, like a chump
Get enough filled
Make sure naathins spilled
When it comes to payment, dont think hard
Here's ur friendly neighborhood credit card
Watch out in the bunk for the doped billing chap
For, credit cards he will swap
And he walks towards you, with a guilty look, the gaffer
And hands u the card of mohammed mustafa!
You've now successfully lost something valuable
And somebody'll make sure u pay for it (double meaning :D)
Good night and Shalom!
Monday, August 25, 2008
Gimme Red!!
He's red, he's smooth and he's finally here!!
Funky mirrors, that delectable cruiser hum, and I can put a key into him, in 4 different places...
I like it all.....
And ooh ooh I forgive them all.... :D (That's just a cool line...Better than the cliched "Feel like God" n all)
Friday, August 22, 2008
Its a known fact that one sometimes realizes the true value of something, when one is separated from the same thing in question...
I also recently realized how one something's worth can be re-asserted by the distortion of the same thing! See, u take something and mess it up so bad, that when u look at it and think about its former shape, you start realizing more clearly how beautiful it was in the first place...You probably realize it more than u had before it got whacked out of shape...
Example? Sureo
There's a kannada song which goes 'Ravi varmana kunchada kale, bhale, saakaaravu' (The art of the brush of Ravi Varma, wah wah)...As I made my way into the kitchen the other day for Mom's delicious breakfast (TM), I heard a cacophony on the radio; It was a remixed version of the song mentioned above, with the cruellest, most hideous of remix machines conjured up by mankind so far...Absolutely no respect for some aspects of the original, the vocalist lacking all the emotion so precisely and masterfully depicted in the original; it was an absolute disaster...
And people argue about why Kannada films are not supported more in our land...About why Kannada music is not encouraged and allowed to grow...
K J Yesudas once sang :
"Yellellu sangeethave, Yellellu soundaryave
Kelalu kiviyiralu, nodalu kanniralu....
Yellellu sangeethave, Yellellu soundaryave"
(There's music every where, there's beauty everywhere
When there are ears to hear, and eyes to see...
There's music every where, there's beauty everywhere)
Sigh.....
I also recently realized how one something's worth can be re-asserted by the distortion of the same thing! See, u take something and mess it up so bad, that when u look at it and think about its former shape, you start realizing more clearly how beautiful it was in the first place...You probably realize it more than u had before it got whacked out of shape...
Example? Sureo
There's a kannada song which goes 'Ravi varmana kunchada kale, bhale, saakaaravu' (The art of the brush of Ravi Varma, wah wah)...As I made my way into the kitchen the other day for Mom's delicious breakfast (TM), I heard a cacophony on the radio; It was a remixed version of the song mentioned above, with the cruellest, most hideous of remix machines conjured up by mankind so far...Absolutely no respect for some aspects of the original, the vocalist lacking all the emotion so precisely and masterfully depicted in the original; it was an absolute disaster...
And people argue about why Kannada films are not supported more in our land...About why Kannada music is not encouraged and allowed to grow...
K J Yesudas once sang :
"Yellellu sangeethave, Yellellu soundaryave
Kelalu kiviyiralu, nodalu kanniralu....
Yellellu sangeethave, Yellellu soundaryave"
(There's music every where, there's beauty everywhere
When there are ears to hear, and eyes to see...
There's music every where, there's beauty everywhere)
Sigh.....
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Vande mataram aka Cyclops goes Multicolor!!
Wishing you all a very Happy Independence Day!Especially since it brings with it a long weekend...
(Especially na magane? who're u kidding...only cos of it!!)
Monday, July 28, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
Dhoom 3
Before you start thinking of a super duper multi star cast of Hrithik, Aishwarya, Bipasha, Kareena, Saif, Abhishek etc etc lemme say that I'm talking about the series of bomb blasts that rocked Bangalore...
As per the email we received at work, there were 6 bombs. All of them "low-grade, made with gelatin sticks". After I got home though, I found out that in total there were 8 of 'em.
This is a first for our mysterious good ol' city of Bangalore...No sooner were the bombs making their cement-n-nuts presence felt, than did the bulging bourgeois of Bangalore react! Telecom networks and their capacities endured load testing and some severe stress testing. Lack of connectivity, Wrong numbers and loooooooooooooads of worried people asking about their loved ones and ensuring their safety! Bangalore really came together in this moment of crisis :)
Different people react differently to this sudden infusion of chaos into their lives...Some people start shaking and resort to their music players on high volume...Some people sing out loud ( :D no not me )...Some people go back home, find nothing to do so go to the beauty parlor (I'll agree with you if you say to me that this sectione of ppl will form a very small sliver of the pie) and some people comment about how telecom companies are making a lot of business because of the event, when you call them to find out if they're ok and stuff!!
A hh em...right
As per the email we received at work, there were 6 bombs. All of them "low-grade, made with gelatin sticks". After I got home though, I found out that in total there were 8 of 'em.
This is a first for our mysterious good ol' city of Bangalore...No sooner were the bombs making their cement-n-nuts presence felt, than did the bulging bourgeois of Bangalore react! Telecom networks and their capacities endured load testing and some severe stress testing. Lack of connectivity, Wrong numbers and loooooooooooooads of worried people asking about their loved ones and ensuring their safety! Bangalore really came together in this moment of crisis :)
Different people react differently to this sudden infusion of chaos into their lives...Some people start shaking and resort to their music players on high volume...Some people sing out loud ( :D no not me )...Some people go back home, find nothing to do so go to the beauty parlor (I'll agree with you if you say to me that this sectione of ppl will form a very small sliver of the pie) and some people comment about how telecom companies are making a lot of business because of the event, when you call them to find out if they're ok and stuff!!
A hh em...right
Friday, July 18, 2008
Death
I ran into this song that I'd listened to, when I was much much younger...
Hadn't had the maturity/Urdu knowledge to appreciate (yeah.... appreciate more than understand) this song, then...
How would you react if you were to find out that you're gonna die shortly? And how much would you be tempted by insanity if you were to know that you're gonna die shortly, with an offspring of yours being on its way, death and birth entangled in this sadistic battle of time??
What is amazing about this song is how the value of life is highlighted by death itself; about how optimistic this song is...Truly, you realize the value of something only when you lose it (or are about to lose it).
Somehow felt like singing this song...If you find my version to be torture, you'll find the original version (by the inimitable Kishore Kumar) here and the 'close' button to the top left corner of your screen (gentle reminder).
Here goes :
and the rylics
P.S : This song is not of genre "Bhangra" as might be hysterically mentioned in the lyrics site...
Hadn't had the maturity/Urdu knowledge to appreciate (yeah.... appreciate more than understand) this song, then...
How would you react if you were to find out that you're gonna die shortly? And how much would you be tempted by insanity if you were to know that you're gonna die shortly, with an offspring of yours being on its way, death and birth entangled in this sadistic battle of time??
What is amazing about this song is how the value of life is highlighted by death itself; about how optimistic this song is...Truly, you realize the value of something only when you lose it (or are about to lose it).
Somehow felt like singing this song...If you find my version to be torture, you'll find the original version (by the inimitable Kishore Kumar) here and the 'close' button to the top left corner of your screen (gentle reminder).
Here goes :
and the rylics
P.S : This song is not of genre "Bhangra" as might be hysterically mentioned in the lyrics site...
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
A good day
Is one where :
You get to change a punctured car tyre.
You learn something about your friend.
And when you get one of these :
I got one with just my name on it as a personal copy...But I like this better...All perpetrators of the crime together :)
P.S : Muralidhar Srinivasa Rao is newly weird but good :)
You get to change a punctured car tyre.
You learn something about your friend.
And when you get one of these :
I got one with just my name on it as a personal copy...But I like this better...All perpetrators of the crime together :)
P.S : Muralidhar Srinivasa Rao is newly weird but good :)
Monday, June 30, 2008
Hue
- When the deep purple falls over sleepy garden walls
- And the stars begin to twinkle in the sky—
- In the mist of a memory you wander back to me
- Breathing my name with a sigh...
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
a russia of blood to the head
Q : When do you see fire in a man's eyes?
A : When the man in question has run his socks off for his country and his heart-a-pumpin, makes one last gasp run to keep an appointment with destiny, with a football (and with either spain or italy), to flood millions of hearts with joy AND makes it, with other men around him having given up.
Sorry Oranje, but the kalashnikov has spoken....
A : When the man in question has run his socks off for his country and his heart-a-pumpin, makes one last gasp run to keep an appointment with destiny, with a football (and with either spain or italy), to flood millions of hearts with joy AND makes it, with other men around him having given up.
Sorry Oranje, but the kalashnikov has spoken....
Monday, June 16, 2008
Psycho-marital paradoxes
A friend said this to me today :
"huchch bido wargu maduve aagalla... maduve aago wargu huchch bidalla"
(wont get married till insanity prevails...insanity wont go until marriage happens)
"huchch bido wargu maduve aagalla... maduve aago wargu huchch bidalla"
(wont get married till insanity prevails...insanity wont go until marriage happens)
Monday, June 09, 2008
Leave it alone
A relationship with zero expectations is like a vase of artificial flowers...The flowers seem nice and look pretty sometimes, but we aaaaaall know they're fuckin dead.
Sometimes to keep it together, you've gotta leave it alone....
- Wasted time by The Eagles
Sometimes to keep it together, you've gotta leave it alone....
- Wasted time by The Eagles
Funny gibberish!
What is Llanfair PG?
Llanfair PG or Llanfairpwll is the short form and commonly used name of a village located on the island of Anglesey in Wales. The long form of the village's name is Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch, which is Welsh for ‘St Mary’s church in the hollow of the white hazel near to the rapid whirlpool and the church of St Tysilio of the red cave'. This is the longest officially recognized place name in the United Kingdom and one of the longest worldwide with 58 letters. The long name was given in 1860s to the village to develop it as a commercial and tourist centre. The village was connected with London in 1850 by the railway and this artificially contrived name gave the village's railway station the honour of having the longest name in the UK.
Llanfair PG or Llanfairpwll is the short form and commonly used name of a village located on the island of Anglesey in Wales. The long form of the village's name is Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch, which is Welsh for ‘St Mary’s church in the hollow of the white hazel near to the rapid whirlpool and the church of St Tysilio of the red cave'. This is the longest officially recognized place name in the United Kingdom and one of the longest worldwide with 58 letters. The long name was given in 1860s to the village to develop it as a commercial and tourist centre. The village was connected with London in 1850 by the railway and this artificially contrived name gave the village's railway station the honour of having the longest name in the UK.
Sunday, June 01, 2008
My first guitar concert
So I went to this birthday party of my niece and my cousin sister had asked me to get my guitar n stuff so I took my axe along too...
And the first song I ever performed to a dazed audience, waiting with bated breath for me was
(hey hold that thought magane! Esht sullu heltyo?? The people in the audience were few and far and most of them were engaged in their own conversations, munching on snacks and sipping on beverages...bated breath ante hah!)
Che!! Tough having a conscience....
Anyways, the first ever solo performance by the maestro was ...... "Happy birthday to you" :)
And then me n my birathar sang "dooba dooba rehta hoon" with jolly me strumming away...Came out ok, but i think the volume on the guitar could've been a taaaaaaaad more :D (che! attention hogging gifted musician!)
A fun day!
And the first song I ever performed to a dazed audience, waiting with bated breath for me was
(hey hold that thought magane! Esht sullu heltyo?? The people in the audience were few and far and most of them were engaged in their own conversations, munching on snacks and sipping on beverages...bated breath ante hah!)
Che!! Tough having a conscience....
Anyways, the first ever solo performance by the maestro was ...... "Happy birthday to you" :)
And then me n my birathar sang "dooba dooba rehta hoon" with jolly me strumming away...Came out ok, but i think the volume on the guitar could've been a taaaaaaaad more :D (che! attention hogging gifted musician!)
A fun day!
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Friday, May 16, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
I hate wires
The thinner the worse. They get tangled up in any structure they can latch themselves onto. They crawl into smallest of crevices and get stuck there. They find other wires and get tangled up with them. If u aren't patient with them (as I am not) they can irritate u to a great extent.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
wedding truisms
The brother of the groom (whose viewpoint this blog is, so the readers will accept and accommodate the biased post) is one of the most neglected and under-rated of participants in the wedding. If the concept of "roles" (as is prevalent in western weddings) is applied here, I'd rank somewhere, if I may use the simile, between a chai boy and a makeup man. Please note that I'm very particular about the sex here...The sister of the groom or the brother of the bride still have quite significant roles, if I'm not mistaken...
And lets also specify, shall we, that I'm talking about the own brother of the groom(no cousin wousin business here)...While the groom's mother's father's sister's is called on and bestowed with goodies and gifts and are asked to participate in rituals, the brother of the groom is :
* supposed to handle everything (hahahahaaaahahahahha very funny one that one!!)
* required to do the MOST fake talk and smilings and enquirings of the guests at the wedding.
* blamed for having only 2 hands at 12 am, post a non-stop day in the trenches
* asked by two aunts alternatively to have and not have lunch, which prolongs actual lunch time to 3 pm (that was AHWESOME!!)
* (The cake taker) repeatedly reminded of his eligibility, singularity and bachelorhood by the ohmygodsomebodyshootthisperson's remark of "line clear aithu" ("the line is clear for you to get betrothed, my dear child, as your brother has fulfilled his purpose in your life by getting married!!!") BTW, almost everybody who meets brother of groom will say this, as a rule...
* Shucks too bored to think of others...
:)
Catirical Synicism apart, my bro got MARRIED!!! Freakkin! Our family now expands, to become a five member clique!! Mere words shall not reveal my excitement, but I shall try!! Yay :D
And lets also specify, shall we, that I'm talking about the own brother of the groom(no cousin wousin business here)...While the groom's mother's father's sister's is called on and bestowed with goodies and gifts and are asked to participate in rituals, the brother of the groom is :
* supposed to handle everything (hahahahaaaahahahahha very funny one that one!!)
* required to do the MOST fake talk and smilings and enquirings of the guests at the wedding.
* blamed for having only 2 hands at 12 am, post a non-stop day in the trenches
* asked by two aunts alternatively to have and not have lunch, which prolongs actual lunch time to 3 pm (that was AHWESOME!!)
* (The cake taker) repeatedly reminded of his eligibility, singularity and bachelorhood by the ohmygodsomebodyshootthisperson's remark of "line clear aithu" ("the line is clear for you to get betrothed, my dear child, as your brother has fulfilled his purpose in your life by getting married!!!") BTW, almost everybody who meets brother of groom will say this, as a rule...
* Shucks too bored to think of others...
:)
Catirical Synicism apart, my bro got MARRIED!!! Freakkin! Our family now expands, to become a five member clique!! Mere words shall not reveal my excitement, but I shall try!! Yay :D
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Marriagehouse blues
So we're all having dinner at the table, and the decibel level is some 100s of dBs as usual, when my dad says the following :
"Chapra chenagi haakidaare alva?" (He is asking us whether the rectangular shady structure consisting of plaintain sticks, mango leaves and in general green plant stuff, is good or not?)
We all shout out in a cacophony of voices, that it is indeed of admirable splendour (not good to not agree with dad during tense times aye? :D )
My cousin chooses this moment to exclaim that the chapra is "corporate"...And then he made some hand gestures in the air, and some more incoherent words were uttered to substantiate his proclamation! My brother and I looked at each other with a "what!?" in our faces...
Wise saying in kannada :
Mane katti nodu
Maduve maadi nodu
"Chapra chenagi haakidaare alva?" (He is asking us whether the rectangular shady structure consisting of plaintain sticks, mango leaves and in general green plant stuff, is good or not?)
We all shout out in a cacophony of voices, that it is indeed of admirable splendour (not good to not agree with dad during tense times aye? :D )
My cousin chooses this moment to exclaim that the chapra is "corporate"...And then he made some hand gestures in the air, and some more incoherent words were uttered to substantiate his proclamation! My brother and I looked at each other with a "what!?" in our faces...
Wise saying in kannada :
Mane katti nodu
Maduve maadi nodu
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
a "note"
Music sometimes gives me a high, which no complex arrangement of ultimate multiple orgasms can probably deliver. (Contrary to what some of my friends allege, i am NOT a woman...Just used the phrase "multiple orgasms" to increase the value of the object under scrutiny).
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Sunday gyaan
Here're two snippets in my life that came closest to disturbing the dhool on my mind, on what was a rather lazy sunday.
Oh apart from the first half of the day during which I made shankarpolis!! :D
1. Quotable quotes :
"Everybody wants to share a pani puri kano...that's there...When you go out to eat 6 puris, you'll feel it (the loneliness). Every menu in this world is designed like that; it is for TWO people...if you go there alone, you'll just waste food"
Although to a layman this might sound like ramblings of the nth order, sir I continue to be amazed by the seemingly sublime and lucid droppings of logic that you ejaculate from time to time! I would certainly like to have a look at the wirings inside your brain...
2. Human Resilience
If you're not interested in listening to a story about humans overcoming hurdles and winning in life, read on...Cos I'm not telling one such story, atleast not extolling that aspect of this story...
To get into context, lemme run thru the mundane details quickly.
Son gets job in Hyderabad; Parents go to Hyderabad to help him settle down; On their way back meet with an accident; Mom is hit hard, gets a steel plate in left shoulder; Dad not seriously injured, but gets paralysis after coming back to Bangalore; Just sitting for 20 mins in one place gives excruciating pain to mother;
You're probably going "ah another sad story...I know it must be bad, but I've heard quite a few such stories mate"... As I said, my aim of this discussion is not to point out their misery and get sympathy...
But to pose the following questions :
1. If something like that happened to you, what would you do?
2. What is it in them that makes such people continue living life, sometimes with further renewed vigor and purpose? Is it our enhanced intellectual abilities which gives us higher powers to adapt and persevere? Or is it faith (in oneself?? or God??) that keeps us going?...
A salute to human will power, its manifestations and the enormous amounts in which it is exhibited...
Oh apart from the first half of the day during which I made shankarpolis!! :D
1. Quotable quotes :
"Everybody wants to share a pani puri kano...that's there...When you go out to eat 6 puris, you'll feel it (the loneliness). Every menu in this world is designed like that; it is for TWO people...if you go there alone, you'll just waste food"
Although to a layman this might sound like ramblings of the nth order, sir I continue to be amazed by the seemingly sublime and lucid droppings of logic that you ejaculate from time to time! I would certainly like to have a look at the wirings inside your brain...
2. Human Resilience
If you're not interested in listening to a story about humans overcoming hurdles and winning in life, read on...Cos I'm not telling one such story, atleast not extolling that aspect of this story...
To get into context, lemme run thru the mundane details quickly.
Son gets job in Hyderabad; Parents go to Hyderabad to help him settle down; On their way back meet with an accident; Mom is hit hard, gets a steel plate in left shoulder; Dad not seriously injured, but gets paralysis after coming back to Bangalore; Just sitting for 20 mins in one place gives excruciating pain to mother;
You're probably going "ah another sad story...I know it must be bad, but I've heard quite a few such stories mate"... As I said, my aim of this discussion is not to point out their misery and get sympathy...
But to pose the following questions :
1. If something like that happened to you, what would you do?
2. What is it in them that makes such people continue living life, sometimes with further renewed vigor and purpose? Is it our enhanced intellectual abilities which gives us higher powers to adapt and persevere? Or is it faith (in oneself?? or God??) that keeps us going?...
A salute to human will power, its manifestations and the enormous amounts in which it is exhibited...
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Braintastic!
http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/view/id/184
Anybody who is interested in the workings of the human brain MUST watch this video. A sublime discourse on the physiology of the brain, coupled with explanations of why we do some of the things we do...
Anybody who is interested in the workings of the human brain MUST watch this video. A sublime discourse on the physiology of the brain, coupled with explanations of why we do some of the things we do...
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Murali and the deathly hollows
How do you react to somebody's death?
The answer is an easy one (in fact an unnecessary one) if you are very attached to the departed.
But what if you knew them just enough to warrant your presence, but weren't close to the person? You feel nothing "major" inside you, just the atmospheric waves of death hitting you as you move close to the body, do a namaskara to it and the stuff...You can't escape the gloom; long drawn faces, puffy red eyes of those who've cried enough, and those who've either been there for a very long time or those who've just arrived and it has hit them : both of them crying still...
And yet, there you are looking at all these people, probably trying a bit but not "feeling" sad...And you just blend in, atleast giving the deceased some respect in the form of silence...
But with silence arrives contemplation as an unavoidable side kick! You think about the person, his life, his highs and lows, his times with you, his achievements (no matter how hard you try, you HAVE to be the accountant with the balance sheet)...And just when you are entering a state of genuinely missing that person and realising his true value, you overhear people discussing rather mundane, petty issues about who's gained weight, which movie they've watched, how tall somebody has grown to be etc etc
At first I thought it to be disrespectful to be doing such things, being in your own world and not being just to the occasion...But then I realized that maybe that's their defense mechanism kicking in...To postpone the pain...
Well, I still don't know the answer to the question which I started out with...
"In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it was thou taken; for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
The answer is an easy one (in fact an unnecessary one) if you are very attached to the departed.
But what if you knew them just enough to warrant your presence, but weren't close to the person? You feel nothing "major" inside you, just the atmospheric waves of death hitting you as you move close to the body, do a namaskara to it and the stuff...You can't escape the gloom; long drawn faces, puffy red eyes of those who've cried enough, and those who've either been there for a very long time or those who've just arrived and it has hit them : both of them crying still...
And yet, there you are looking at all these people, probably trying a bit but not "feeling" sad...And you just blend in, atleast giving the deceased some respect in the form of silence...
But with silence arrives contemplation as an unavoidable side kick! You think about the person, his life, his highs and lows, his times with you, his achievements (no matter how hard you try, you HAVE to be the accountant with the balance sheet)...And just when you are entering a state of genuinely missing that person and realising his true value, you overhear people discussing rather mundane, petty issues about who's gained weight, which movie they've watched, how tall somebody has grown to be etc etc
At first I thought it to be disrespectful to be doing such things, being in your own world and not being just to the occasion...But then I realized that maybe that's their defense mechanism kicking in...To postpone the pain...
Well, I still don't know the answer to the question which I started out with...
"In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it was thou taken; for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Karwar - A blissful evening
Two guys
A looooong beach...which is also pretty much empty...
A beautiful Sun
And the breeze (Oh the breeze!...)
This is your cue to find something to keep under your head and just lie down at some random point...
And what do you see straight above ur head? The sky so blue and vast that at some point you lose the notion of blue...And just to make yourself aware that all this is real you just decline your head and look farther away, and you see that the blue transitions into a white, and then slowly into a pale orange, growing stronger slowly and then you see the culprit!
A reddish orange blob just sitting there giggling mischievously, for having meddled with God's canvas...But he must laugh while he can because his time's almost up for the day as he descends into nothingness...So you shake your head and get back to the blue you adore so much and there're some more ripples in the pond...Eagles flying, floating actually, in random precision...So vast is the sky that you wonder whether they're actually moving! And then you proceed to play connect the dots with them :D ("Ooh there's a quadrilateral...No its a trapezium now...Ah finally a pentagon" and so on and so forth)
Don't spend too much time if you like that game, cos you're gonna miss the sunset...I don't think you'll find that particular hue anywhere else in nature, which the Sun acquires when he's making his daily curtain call...You just sit there listening to the rhythmic splashing of the waves (whoa they're almost at your feet now!) and feel the cool breeze slap your face playfully and watch in amazement...
All this and somethings slightly more during our jaunt to Gokarwar!! An insight into the trip (notes made on my phone) :
A looooong beach...which is also pretty much empty...
A beautiful Sun
And the breeze (Oh the breeze!...)
This is your cue to find something to keep under your head and just lie down at some random point...
And what do you see straight above ur head? The sky so blue and vast that at some point you lose the notion of blue...And just to make yourself aware that all this is real you just decline your head and look farther away, and you see that the blue transitions into a white, and then slowly into a pale orange, growing stronger slowly and then you see the culprit!
A reddish orange blob just sitting there giggling mischievously, for having meddled with God's canvas...But he must laugh while he can because his time's almost up for the day as he descends into nothingness...So you shake your head and get back to the blue you adore so much and there're some more ripples in the pond...Eagles flying, floating actually, in random precision...So vast is the sky that you wonder whether they're actually moving! And then you proceed to play connect the dots with them :D ("Ooh there's a quadrilateral...No its a trapezium now...Ah finally a pentagon" and so on and so forth)
Don't spend too much time if you like that game, cos you're gonna miss the sunset...I don't think you'll find that particular hue anywhere else in nature, which the Sun acquires when he's making his daily curtain call...You just sit there listening to the rhythmic splashing of the waves (whoa they're almost at your feet now!) and feel the cool breeze slap your face playfully and watch in amazement...
All this and somethings slightly more during our jaunt to Gokarwar!! An insight into the trip (notes made on my phone) :
- GO! : 40381
- mane bittidd 5.15 oor bittidd 6.20!
- Billankote li bikki pakki..
- kamat nalli din din 9.30
- check into jewel rock hotel at 12.15
- wake up with difficulty at 8am (woken up by griz phone's 'brrrrrrrr' :grrr) breakfast at 9.15 am departure at 10 go!Karna (sniff we miss you)
- bhyraveshwara@yaaNa! :o
- ideal ice cream 'mangalore's best, asia's best'.. bought one to shut griz up
- griz didn't let muli bathe in a cool stream :( we hence named it 'murali lake'
- Tranquility thy name is devbagh beach..No ppl only eagal..Watched sunset 'completely'..Fulfilled ambition of lying down on beach and gazing at sky :)
- as i very eloquently demonstrated to my one of my highway colleagues a while ago, i hate lorry drivers..
- a marathon 2 hr 50 min drive later two starved and delusional men enter 'hotel amantrana' at 2pm..
- its 5.30 pm and griz beside me is shouting 'bangalore city! Aahahhaha..3 days! Exactly 3 fucking days!!' and he's calm again now, listenin to maiden..I'm just glad to be back home :)
- And at 41700 kms we stop
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Sambandha
The word in Kannada translated into English means Relation...
My relatives are a bit weird... (Do I see many of my listeners nodding their head, concurring with me on this? Or are you shaking ur head sideways saying, oh no one more of this whackjob's whackjobs ?? :D )
Every direction I look at in the family tree, there is some or the other oddity that I find...Before you retaliate and ask me to take a better look at myself as the source of the problem, I'm talking about some really glaring oddities here...There's one who'll shout at her mom in public, there's another who keeps repeating things to me, there's one who'll keep nodding his head while so obviously not listening to you (there's more than one of 'em actually :shudder)...
Anyways, today I realized that I'm not too close to most of my kith and kin...In fact I can say that I'm "relative"ly isolated....
My relatives are a bit weird... (Do I see many of my listeners nodding their head, concurring with me on this? Or are you shaking ur head sideways saying, oh no one more of this whackjob's whackjobs ?? :D )
Every direction I look at in the family tree, there is some or the other oddity that I find...Before you retaliate and ask me to take a better look at myself as the source of the problem, I'm talking about some really glaring oddities here...There's one who'll shout at her mom in public, there's another who keeps repeating things to me, there's one who'll keep nodding his head while so obviously not listening to you (there's more than one of 'em actually :shudder)...
Anyways, today I realized that I'm not too close to most of my kith and kin...In fact I can say that I'm "relative"ly isolated....
Sunday, March 16, 2008
The power of cold rage
I'm generally not one to indulge in anger...I believe its a negative emotion, with long lasting and devastating repercussions if left unrestrained...
But today was a whole new experience for me...For once I let it envelop me, but in a controlled manner...It is probably a bit amusing that it happened on a shuttle court!
I've always felt that you can judge a person to a certain level when you play with him...How he treats you while playing, How he plays (aggressive, defensive, "quietly?!" ), How he reacts to being defeated (Quite an important index into his mind) etc
Before I go on to describe the ppl I played with today, a short word about my own take on the point I've made above...I am usually jovial and excited when I'm playing anything (unless I have to go back to work after playing and face a rather stubborn build server :D )...I'm quite sportive and I sometimes talk to myself for making stupid mistakes, but not too loud..All in all I enjoy myself and don't usually get into arguments about the game and am more inclined towards compromise cos its just a game!
And today I was playing with three other gentlemen...A doubles game...My team lost...We played another, back to back...We lost that even more comprehensively...And then it happened...
Callous Cocksucker : You wanna play a singles game?
Me : Yeah sure...
At this point...He looks at me and gives a small derisive laugh/chuckle...And then says "oh ok fine...lets play" ...I've seen that laugh way too many times now...I know what it means...I say "Do you wanna PLAY or not?" He says "yeah yeah sure..."
At this point, a rage started to envelop me...I still gave him the benefit of the doubt and continued playing...He was being contemptuous, very arrogant as he won the first few points without moving much...He was playing it as a formality, only cos he had said he would...My suspicions confirmed, the blood started to flow faster inside me...And then I played...I played like I had never stopped playing for 6-8 months...And I beat that disrespectful jackass...
Realization : Anger is only bad for you when its outta control, when its "hot"...
But today was a whole new experience for me...For once I let it envelop me, but in a controlled manner...It is probably a bit amusing that it happened on a shuttle court!
I've always felt that you can judge a person to a certain level when you play with him...How he treats you while playing, How he plays (aggressive, defensive, "quietly?!" ), How he reacts to being defeated (Quite an important index into his mind) etc
Before I go on to describe the ppl I played with today, a short word about my own take on the point I've made above...I am usually jovial and excited when I'm playing anything (unless I have to go back to work after playing and face a rather stubborn build server :D )...I'm quite sportive and I sometimes talk to myself for making stupid mistakes, but not too loud..All in all I enjoy myself and don't usually get into arguments about the game and am more inclined towards compromise cos its just a game!
And today I was playing with three other gentlemen...A doubles game...My team lost...We played another, back to back...We lost that even more comprehensively...And then it happened...
Callous Cocksucker : You wanna play a singles game?
Me : Yeah sure...
At this point...He looks at me and gives a small derisive laugh/chuckle...And then says "oh ok fine...lets play" ...I've seen that laugh way too many times now...I know what it means...I say "Do you wanna PLAY or not?" He says "yeah yeah sure..."
At this point, a rage started to envelop me...I still gave him the benefit of the doubt and continued playing...He was being contemptuous, very arrogant as he won the first few points without moving much...He was playing it as a formality, only cos he had said he would...My suspicions confirmed, the blood started to flow faster inside me...And then I played...I played like I had never stopped playing for 6-8 months...And I beat that disrespectful jackass...
Realization : Anger is only bad for you when its outta control, when its "hot"...
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Gotcha
After months of pursuit and disappointment, I have finally acquired you!Its a satisfactory feeling when u stick with something and it finally pays off...Makes you wonder why that particular, random moment was chosen to fulfill ur wishes...Why not before, why not a day later? Amusing :)
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Peace sells but who's buying
What do you MEAN I hurt your feelings?? Didn't know you HAD any feelings!
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Valentine animus
Who's the bitterest man in the living room, the bitterest man in the living room?! :)He who tried to kill the heart was defeated thoroughly by marketing!
Sunday, February 10, 2008
And the razzie goes to...
Well, this gives me an opportunity to explain/experience the following :
1. How ostentatious some ad makers can get (Udit Narayan at his gay best!)
2. How hilarious they make the experience to the viewers, in the process
3. And an opportunity to practically embed a youtube video in ur blog (its dead simple!)
Well, don't forget to see the video if you haven't already.. This one deserves a razzie alright!
Cheerios! :)
1. How ostentatious some ad makers can get (Udit Narayan at his gay best!)
2. How hilarious they make the experience to the viewers, in the process
3. And an opportunity to practically embed a youtube video in ur blog (its dead simple!)
Well, don't forget to see the video if you haven't already.. This one deserves a razzie alright!
Cheerios! :)
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Corporate Cricket Caucus
This is officially cricket season...The Indo-Aussie series has probably revived some of the dormant interest in cricket or maybe this was coming for a while now...
Not only is cricket in the air down under, it has also "infected" the mail boxes of us lazy software engineers...No sooner did the Intra company cricket mail adorn our inboxes, than did the junta (mostly one guy who either still regularly plays cricket or is very enthu about it) start sending mails about forming team"s" and registering for the tournament...And lest there be a battle of the sexes, an all women's cricket tournament was also advertised!!
So we get down to the yet-to-be-completed basket ball court (hah! YES one day, basketball shall be played there!) and start exercising our cricket rusty bones n muscles. And you have to understand one thing about tennis balls used to play cricket on the local scene; they come in various elasticities and weights! You have these rather hard and small ones, which go lighter than fast (or faster than light) and you have this feather light, furry tennis ball variant. The main advantage of the former is that when it makes contact with the willow, it gathers quite some speed; however, the fatal drawback of the same is that when it makes contact with your corporeal self, it'll leave you begging for mercy...
And so we were stuck with the hard 'un and while we were just getting warmed up (by the ball hitting us also), along came another set of id wearing, formally dressed, casually confident group of guys. And no time was wasted to come to an agreement that there shall be a 'match' between the 'teams'. This match was to be held with a big, plastic water tank on one side and a stone on the other side serving as wickets! Throw in some powerful lights, a blabbering bombay buffoon and some controversy and we've got a world cup final here!
I decided to, meanwhile, study the human aspect here which incidentally is the highlight of this post...You see all kinds of guys when you're in a place where there are a lot of ppl playing cricket. There's the silent, brooding type who more often than not let their actions do the talking (and how!); There's the loud type, also called the showboater, in total contrast to the above mentioned type in all aspects!; There's the enthu type who genuinely wanna play but somehow aren't up to standards etc etc
And what I've realized is you sometimes get to know the person a little bit better, when you play with them...Either their high competitive streak or their never say die attitude or their selfishness or their big aortic pump, is revealed when they do certain things. Well, lets just say its really hard not to form an impression about a guy who's around 25 years old and adamantly refuses to give up his turn to bat even after he's gotten out blatantly :)
All's well that ends well...We head back to our respective desks, nursing our bruises, patting each other's backs and discussing the day; little knowing that sore backs and aching shoulders are waiting to greet us along with the next morning's sun.....
Not only is cricket in the air down under, it has also "infected" the mail boxes of us lazy software engineers...No sooner did the Intra company cricket mail adorn our inboxes, than did the junta (mostly one guy who either still regularly plays cricket or is very enthu about it) start sending mails about forming team"s" and registering for the tournament...And lest there be a battle of the sexes, an all women's cricket tournament was also advertised!!
So we get down to the yet-to-be-completed basket ball court (hah! YES one day, basketball shall be played there!) and start exercising our cricket rusty bones n muscles. And you have to understand one thing about tennis balls used to play cricket on the local scene; they come in various elasticities and weights! You have these rather hard and small ones, which go lighter than fast (or faster than light) and you have this feather light, furry tennis ball variant. The main advantage of the former is that when it makes contact with the willow, it gathers quite some speed; however, the fatal drawback of the same is that when it makes contact with your corporeal self, it'll leave you begging for mercy...
And so we were stuck with the hard 'un and while we were just getting warmed up (by the ball hitting us also), along came another set of id wearing, formally dressed, casually confident group of guys. And no time was wasted to come to an agreement that there shall be a 'match' between the 'teams'. This match was to be held with a big, plastic water tank on one side and a stone on the other side serving as wickets! Throw in some powerful lights, a blabbering bombay buffoon and some controversy and we've got a world cup final here!
I decided to, meanwhile, study the human aspect here which incidentally is the highlight of this post...You see all kinds of guys when you're in a place where there are a lot of ppl playing cricket. There's the silent, brooding type who more often than not let their actions do the talking (and how!); There's the loud type, also called the showboater, in total contrast to the above mentioned type in all aspects!; There's the enthu type who genuinely wanna play but somehow aren't up to standards etc etc
And what I've realized is you sometimes get to know the person a little bit better, when you play with them...Either their high competitive streak or their never say die attitude or their selfishness or their big aortic pump, is revealed when they do certain things. Well, lets just say its really hard not to form an impression about a guy who's around 25 years old and adamantly refuses to give up his turn to bat even after he's gotten out blatantly :)
All's well that ends well...We head back to our respective desks, nursing our bruises, patting each other's backs and discussing the day; little knowing that sore backs and aching shoulders are waiting to greet us along with the next morning's sun.....
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Learn to be still
And if you don't believe the sun will rise
Stand alone and greet the coming night
In the last remaining light...
Stand alone and greet the coming night
In the last remaining light...
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
kabhi de mazaa, kabhi de sazaa..
Din parbat ban jaaye
Raaton ko neend na aaye
chaandi ki bindiya, aag lagaaye
Yaar ki har pal yaad sataaye
Safar pyar ka, hai kaaton bhara
Sanam ke bina rahaa jaaye na.......
Ghum saha jaaye na....
Raaton ko neend na aaye
chaandi ki bindiya, aag lagaaye
Yaar ki har pal yaad sataaye
Safar pyar ka, hai kaaton bhara
Sanam ke bina rahaa jaaye na.......
Ghum saha jaaye na....
Friday, January 18, 2008
Huh?
Excuse me?
Kya re?
mera dil tere pe fida re!
'Huh?'
'Excuse me?'
' I'm sorry I didn't get you'
'What?'
'Could you please repeat that?'
These are words commonly used when one .... Aha my point exactly.
When exactly? Is it just when one didn't hear properly what the other person said? Or when one didn't "understand" what the other person said? Of course there's an evident difference between the two, but the thing to notice is what effect it has on the sayer. Will the sayer interpret it as just a request to exactly repeat what he said or will he assume that the listener didn't "understand" what he said and try to explain either in more detail or by using different words?
I have personally encountered this at work especially and I find it amusing :)
When I inadvertently end up saying 'huh?' instead of 'uh could you please repeat what you said just now?' or something emphasizing my lack of hearing, the sayer assumes that I didn't understand what he/she said and ends up explaining a concept I only know too well (in some cases). And if the concept in question was a simple one in terms of understandability, you will be given a tone/look which implies 'sche! This also needs to be explained to you?!' ; even though all ur fault was (maybe), was to not listen properly.
In a reverse psychology situation, I have also seen cases where the sayer assumes that he/she was dumb enough not to have communicated/explained properly. You say 'what did you say?' and they take it as 'Oh my God could you be any more incomprehensible?!' :D
I have been in both roles, the sayer and the listener...I keep telling myself not to underestimate people's knowledge/understanding capabilities and not to assume :)
I keep telling myself not to end posts abruptly...But the thing is most posts
Kya re?
mera dil tere pe fida re!
'Huh?'
'Excuse me?'
' I'm sorry I didn't get you'
'What?'
'Could you please repeat that?'
These are words commonly used when one .... Aha my point exactly.
When exactly? Is it just when one didn't hear properly what the other person said? Or when one didn't "understand" what the other person said? Of course there's an evident difference between the two, but the thing to notice is what effect it has on the sayer. Will the sayer interpret it as just a request to exactly repeat what he said or will he assume that the listener didn't "understand" what he said and try to explain either in more detail or by using different words?
I have personally encountered this at work especially and I find it amusing :)
When I inadvertently end up saying 'huh?' instead of 'uh could you please repeat what you said just now?' or something emphasizing my lack of hearing, the sayer assumes that I didn't understand what he/she said and ends up explaining a concept I only know too well (in some cases). And if the concept in question was a simple one in terms of understandability, you will be given a tone/look which implies 'sche! This also needs to be explained to you?!' ; even though all ur fault was (maybe), was to not listen properly.
In a reverse psychology situation, I have also seen cases where the sayer assumes that he/she was dumb enough not to have communicated/explained properly. You say 'what did you say?' and they take it as 'Oh my God could you be any more incomprehensible?!' :D
I have been in both roles, the sayer and the listener...I keep telling myself not to underestimate people's knowledge/understanding capabilities and not to assume :)
I keep telling myself not to end posts abruptly...But the thing is most posts
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
Tomorrow come
Picked this up on a blog...Was rather scary for some people when it was cooked up, but now seems to be a funny thing! Quite a funny phrase ... "naaLe baa" :D
"I had the daylights scared outta me when this "Naale Ba" rumour was making the rounds when I was in class 10. I was told that naale ba would come to your room in the middle of the night and call out for your name in your mom's voice. If you answered, you would bleed from your mouth and die the most horrible death. To avoid this cruel fate, one had to write "Naale Ba" with chalk on all the entry points of the house, seeing which the ghost would go away and come back the next day (Naale=next day).. Infact, my belief in naale ba strengthened when i was told that 3 brothers died in guttahalli when the responded to the call of the ghost.
That was like the scariest childhood memory of mine ever! "
"I had the daylights scared outta me when this "Naale Ba" rumour was making the rounds when I was in class 10. I was told that naale ba would come to your room in the middle of the night and call out for your name in your mom's voice. If you answered, you would bleed from your mouth and die the most horrible death. To avoid this cruel fate, one had to write "Naale Ba" with chalk on all the entry points of the house, seeing which the ghost would go away and come back the next day (Naale=next day).. Infact, my belief in naale ba strengthened when i was told that 3 brothers died in guttahalli when the responded to the call of the ghost.
That was like the scariest childhood memory of mine ever! "
Sunday, January 13, 2008
TV Show
There once was a time when Murali was poised to become a raging television sensation...
A tv show designed to elevate the mind...A perfect setting for him to showcase his talents such as how to nod head attentively, how to ask questions nonchalantly with a good blend of colloquial and textual language skills, how to hog the camera by grinning like a doofus ( :D like so )
But alas...
There came no remuneration...Nor was there adulation...The lost chance caused desolation...All thats left is contemplation (one more :D )
For your reference, the two standing gentlemen in the picture depict the mahagurus of wisdom that they bestoweth upon the bored albeit interest feigning 'engineering/management' aspirants... (How we were labeled "Aspirants" still beats me, considering we were all already into engineering courses...)
As a parting note, this post MUST carry a mention of one comrade who also braved the storm for 30 minutes with some aplomb! The second image below carries an esoteric but nonetheless famous quote from the same "techno" man...Good days mate! God bless :)
A tv show designed to elevate the mind...A perfect setting for him to showcase his talents such as how to nod head attentively, how to ask questions nonchalantly with a good blend of colloquial and textual language skills, how to hog the camera by grinning like a doofus ( :D like so )
But alas...
There came no remuneration...Nor was there adulation...The lost chance caused desolation...All thats left is contemplation (one more :D )
For your reference, the two standing gentlemen in the picture depict the mahagurus of wisdom that they bestoweth upon the bored albeit interest feigning 'engineering/management' aspirants... (How we were labeled "Aspirants" still beats me, considering we were all already into engineering courses...)
As a parting note, this post MUST carry a mention of one comrade who also braved the storm for 30 minutes with some aplomb! The second image below carries an esoteric but nonetheless famous quote from the same "techno" man...Good days mate! God bless :)
Friday, January 04, 2008
Goa & DCH
Some believe the New Year to be a rather special occasion to celebrate...
And some believe that they should cash in on the beliefs of these other somes and make a lot of money!
Well money mostly wasn't on our minds when kris ash griz and I set out to Goa (Don't worry I won't bore the crap out of you by doing a 'Day 1' 'Day 2' melodrama here...) The ambition rose in Griz' heart and the rest of our souls resonated with it! So after some itinerary drawing by Kris and some excellent transportation help by Paddy (without whom the trip would've been in some jeopardy! ) we were off!
And what all happened over there in 2.5 - 3 days, I don't wanna put down here...I feel its something that I can't do, even with my 'managerial' abilities (Some years down the line, I will look at this quoted word and probably wonder "what?!")...Instead, I'll just let this post be a milestone of sorts...A flag which will serve to help me relive those moments, as many as my poor memory will afford me! :)
And ever since I went to Chapora fort, I have had this strong urge to watch DCH again...
And so I am now...One of the best lines in the movie :)
Haan..Ya to dosti gehri hai, ya photo 3D hai!
And some believe that they should cash in on the beliefs of these other somes and make a lot of money!
Well money mostly wasn't on our minds when kris ash griz and I set out to Goa (Don't worry I won't bore the crap out of you by doing a 'Day 1' 'Day 2' melodrama here...) The ambition rose in Griz' heart and the rest of our souls resonated with it! So after some itinerary drawing by Kris and some excellent transportation help by Paddy (without whom the trip would've been in some jeopardy! ) we were off!
And what all happened over there in 2.5 - 3 days, I don't wanna put down here...I feel its something that I can't do, even with my 'managerial' abilities (Some years down the line, I will look at this quoted word and probably wonder "what?!")...Instead, I'll just let this post be a milestone of sorts...A flag which will serve to help me relive those moments, as many as my poor memory will afford me! :)
And ever since I went to Chapora fort, I have had this strong urge to watch DCH again...
And so I am now...One of the best lines in the movie :)
Haan..Ya to dosti gehri hai, ya photo 3D hai!
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