People

People leave indelible marks on me.

With a propensity to focus and eagerly store (and randomly recall) some uniquely (unique to me) weird/insignificant/trivial fact wrt to some person, my brain outdoes itself frequently.

Cos when the people leave (go far away from me/stop interacting with me) they leave their marks behind. On my brain. And the recall is the worst part.

So vivid is the returned mpeg/jpeg from my brain about some incident/remark/mannerism of the absent person, that I'm left reminiscing and am in a reverie for a while, sometimes longing to meet them again.

But the ppl, they go. Should I be content with their memories? At the end of the day, are we all inherently rather alone, inside our minds?

Vacuum

Have you ever been so devoid of emotion, that probably the only thing you could sense in yourself, if you strained yourself, was this surprise about the fact that you were feeling so empty at that moment of time?

And ppl were walking about, around you, like you weren't there..

And at a socially agreed upon, conventionally happy event/gathering

Whats happening to me.....

Amedikallu trek - 30th Oct

Amedikallu.

Hmmm. Ok lets go..

Ame = Turtle

dikkel = Tulu word, which means stove.

Went there with BMC, alias Bangalore Mountaineering Club. Alias I don't give a fuck about what your experience is gonna be like, but I'll be cool about how much I know about this and other peaks, and will also bond with ppl who think like me.

Its gonna be easier to list the things that went wrong on this debut trek with this rather apathetic organization, so here goes:

1. The 'bus' arrived almost an hour late.

2. The quotes are needed cos, as my partner in innocence Naren said, we aren't 5th standard kids any more. The bus seemed rather ordinary, with stingy seating space and nails poking outta places where they really shouldn't be poking outta.

3. There were 23 of us altogether. Not at all a good number for this kind of a peak.

4. Due to late departure, more stops and not so great roads, we reached coupla hours later than what we should've, almost all of us sleep deprived due to the absurdly chosen vehicle. Oh, except for the guide that is. He came in a Qualis, with 4 other chosen ones.

5. We get there to find out that for all 24 of us, there's just one cottage. And since we were already late, all of us didn't have the time or luxury OR the bathrooms to take a bath and truly freshen up. A quick release of excretory matter accumulated overnight from the uncomfortable journey and subsequent intake to fill the gastric void. We were off!

6. 10 am is a bad time to start a trek guys...trust me. The Sun eats and drinks you, inside out.

7. Please pick what kind of bag you're taking on a trek. And if you don't intend to eat most of it, please don't take 4 packs of biscuits, 6 nutri bars and assorted chocolates. Cos most of them will get attacked by ants when you'll be sl....wait wait...suspense please, till point 49.

6a. Please also do some reeeesearch about the peak u intend to trek. If it has rained in the past coupla days in that region, don't be absolutely and fundamentally stupid to take the raincoat to the place, but leave it behind in the home stay for the trek, just cos the localites said 'ah no rain no rain'.

8. Try not to carry too many electric gadgets on a trek. Most of them have no use, they slow u down and oh, when u're stuck in the forest getting whipped, owned and severely lashed by Torrential, angry Western Ghats rain for 35 non-fucking stop minutes, u have a chance of ending up with hydrated gadgets, which, while are cool, are eventually of no use.

P.S.A (*) : The point 6a where I mentioned some non-sense about rain coats wouldn't have done you much good if you had spent some quality time with me between 3.40 pm and 4.15 pm amidst the forest near Shishila on Oct 30th, 2010. Basically, nowhere to hide. Thank you.

9. Some extreme piece of serendipity when Naren and I both decided (although he claimed later, in front of the other trekkers, that I held him back) to not complete the entire trek and stopped at around 75% of the trek. We just couldn't go forward. Which also meant we finished the descent earlier than the others, before sunset. Which also meant we got sole access to the 2 bathrooms available. It is not our fault that there was no power at the home stay and the generator kept failing.

10. It is also not our fault that we weren't told to carry our own tents and sleeping bags from the bus, which was parked 2 kms from the homestay. Understanding fellow trekkers lent us a hand and a sleeping bag, and we were able to place ourselves in a not so straight line, in the cramped space available. Last count : 2 nights without good sleep.

A last honorary mention belongs to Leeches. Supposed to be therapeutic, they're any trekkers worst nightmare. In a wet area, no matter how non-chalant u are, that feeling of something creeping up ur sock is, not a very assuring one. And our trek was no exception. We happily offered ourselves and they, literally, hooked themselves onto us and sucked. We were like a nice drink. Like milkshakes. In fact, we became Leechy milkshakes for them.

P.S.A : Public Service Announcement

Ever felt like...

Not going to sleep at all, cos the current drowsy/sleepy/intoxicated/high, yet low state that u're in currently is so mesmerizingly comfortable that u just don't wanna go to bed at all?

Not going to sleep at all, cos u are so terribly depressed by what u will wake up to, that u wish that this night, this current miserable state of urs, this state which involves a backlog of one entire tiresome, laborous existence amounting to a day, which started with u waking up to something so terribly depressing that u wished that u couldn't go to sleep at all cos........

Can't write more cos I've gotta hit the sack now. Gotta rise early tomorrow.

Sigh.

Jeff Buckley's Hallelujah starts playing...

You

You

are in my head

well fed (smirk)

All those thoughts, all those things

suppressed, unsaid.

You

You're there so often

An association with so many things in my life.

Popping up like a corn in the oven, the ACT II type

Haunting, indelible, etched

Like the grip of a python

Slow, torturous, comforting

Without the sweet "release"* of death

You come to me and turn the screws

Screw me over and over.

At an arm's length without doing anything.

And then suffocatingly close.

Feeling "kicked" again, I groin in agony.

And there you are again, drawing the ropes in...

And then, the realization

liberating. rendered helpless...

Is it you or is it me?

Are you real?!?

Took the hard route instead of kickin you out - check

Persevered when I COULD've given up - check

You are an image, an illusion, a projection on water.

All my doing, my thoughts, my mind and matter.

ME.

*Spot the irony contest.

Sigh

I feel like a teenager again...

Back to school

Swami Vivekananda School. Girinagar.

Thats where you'd have found me today, at around 10 am, not as nervous as I'd thought I'd be. I was in the company of friends and didn't have any major responsibilities for the day, so I went in with a clear and curious mind. One of the first things to greet me gave me the slightest of tingles, where kids sat in neat rows and columns, wearing a pleasing and sharp white dress. Memories of how the white dress used to be such a problem for me, it being the mandatory uniform twice in a week for us n all, came rushing back as I'd usually get some stain or the other on it. The kids, however, were doing some drills under the steady gaze of the PE instructor and the steady rhythm of the drum! Oh how I longed to be in the school band for the Independence and Republic day parades, and especially to be the drummer! The bugle and the flute were way too weak and inconsequential for me, as the drum dictated the march past of the chosen ones!

Back to the little darlings. We were a bit early for class, so we stood outside the entrance and my other two friends, who'd already been teaching there for a while, stepped out of the view of the kids cos apparently they start calling out with 'Sir! Good Morning Sir' and 'Hello madam' and stuff :)

And of course get lambasted by the PE dude...the terrifying PE dude; with probably a cane or a wooden 'scale', not hesitant to use it if needed, and rather callous with it; demanding and more or less getting the attention and respect of all students...Heh!

And then I accompanied Naren, as I was just to sit and observe him 'teach' today, up a flight of stairs when it happened; a totally random kid, making his way to class, said to me 'Good Morning Sir'. And since I'd recently started picturing myself as a teacher down the line and had also started thinkin about it a bit, this really struck a chord somehow. Good Morning Sir. The boy wasn't essentially showing ME respect. He hadn't seen me ever, hadn't known me. Yet he'd made me part of the fraternity somehow...Well!

And then, class was in session! In a few minutes it was obvious to me that Naren was in a beautiful place with these kids, where there is respect as well as playfulness. The kids knew their limits but could push Naren just a bit. And Naren allowed himself to be pushed, but not too far. With no set curriculum to be taught to these kids, who're so brimming with energy and self-confidence, the theme of the class was more free-form infotainment than structured knowledge imparting. And nothing like dividing the class into two sides and having a competition between them to get the juices flowing!

Mind you, when I say self-confidence, there's none of the arrogance/egoistic behavior that I so repeatedly see in ppl nowadays. It is a happy, pure and fearless method of confidence where innocence rules more than anything else! Even in kids, I see nowadays, that at a very early age the innocence factor, which is so so key and so needs to be present, is missing due to a large number of factors. But not the case here. All their emotions were pure and honest : Complete and utmost exhilaration at somebody in the team cracking the answer; Absolute despair at the opposition doing the same! No hidden intent, no malice : just get what you feel, out there and move on to enjoying the next moment. It was like drinking out of a chalice....I felt and experienced life today :)

I'm going back there next week. I may not feel the same high that I felt today. But I'm sure there'll be a different set of emotions there, as I enter "my class" for the first time............

hw nt 2 tlk 2 me

GovardhanSalmani: hi

6:24 PM me: hey

6:26 PM GovardhanSalmani: h r u????

me: m fyne

6:27 PM GovardhanSalmani: w r u???

me: sn mcrosstms

GovardhanSalmani: k

me: u

6:29 PM GovardhanSalmani: in khsdrp

me: wt s it?

GovardhanSalmani: in health dept

6:30 PM me: k

6:31 PM GovardhanSalmani: in sn microsystms as wt u r working

6:32 PM me: sftwr engr

GovardhanSalmani: k

6:34 PM wt u r cell no

dude

me: 9986004287

u?

GovardhanSalmani: 9844741551 is mine

me: k

6:35 PM GovardhanSalmani: r u free can i call u

6:36 PM me: m @ wrk

s it urgnt?

GovardhanSalmani: not so

me: k

6:37 PM cn u cl me ltr thn?

GovardhanSalmani: k

Let's Talk (or shall we?)

Whats the use of saying something about an issue, which is just an argument in the air? About an issue which is not, in any way directly related to your life, or won't impact you in any way? Nor the people around you, who you're talking to...

What are you getting out of it? An ego boost, that you have an opinion about something? A kick that you feel you are right about something, and wanna prove it? A parade of the "interesting" way in which u think? Making A stand about something u are passionate about? If so, to what end?

Cos lets consider the negative side effects of indulging in such a conversation : it can turn into an argument...and in an argument, with ppl who u usually care about, things get bad (or worse? :)

And the next thing u know, sometimes, very few times, u've stopped listening...A point, a counter, a denial, another counter...And at the end, there's no outcome and there's this tension in the air, cos there's usually no resolution, neither side willing to give ground away...

I'm guilty of indulging in such wasted conversations, which serve no other purpose apart from vulgarly displaying the egotist in me, who I don't like to let out much...In the recent past. And it bothers me later, once I'm done with the conversation. Wasted energy, bad impressions.

Then again, u say something, the other side agrees and all's fine sometimes :)

STOP.

Gotten

Heard an interesting usage of this word in a song the other day :

"You just get me like I've never been gotten before"

In an age where absurd lyrics are the norm, and attention to grammar is even less, here's somebody who wants to be all proper and stuff. Nice song, nice lyrics! Thank you :)

This post is not about that song. This is about those times when the usual music that I listen to starts hitting particular spots in my brain, and things go a bit out of control...Response times in the brain are totally whacked out, closed doors are being scratched at and if I deprive my brain of music and thoughts, a super Creative surround sound speaker set is conjured outta nowhere and a set of songs are played in utmost clarity and volume, until I actually put on 'em headphones and listen to it actually....

I dont know I can't describe it...Atleast better than what I did above...And it takes some restraint to avoid doing something stupid (like blogging some crazy stuff)

So nice to see your face again
Tell me how long has it been
Since you've been here

You look so different than before
You're still the person I adore
Frozen with fear
All out of love but I take it from the past
All out of words cause I'm sure it'll never last

test mail

test blog
whats the content?
whats the subject?
whats life?!

To kill or not to kill

Ajmal Kasav

Or is the bastard's name Kasab?

Yeah I'm angry...Cos :

1. Human rights activists are talking about the "morality" of taking his life.
2. Even if he's sentenced to death, he may not be killed soon. And I'm ok about "soon" being ~1 year or so. Our great Afzal Guru still sits in prison because our Hon. President of India hasn't had the time, in the past 5 years, to deny him his clemency plea. It hasn't been looked at. No time. And here, I paraphrase our Hon. Home Minister, when he was asked as to why Afzal Guru, who was sentenced to die on 20th October 2006, still gets to breathe air.
3. Even if Kasab gets sentenced to death, one other reason why he might continue to live is because of lack of hangmen...Apparently it is a complicated procedure, one of taking a human's life in a way which is free of torture, pain and barbarism.

What are the arguments for the death penalty? And more specifically, for Kasab? After a certain point, I think they cease to be separate arguments. I'm no legal dude, so most of what I write here is what I've heard on tv. Anyways, here they are :

1. The crimes he's committed satisfies the clause of Indian law which talks about death penalty to be awarded only in the rarest of rare cases.
2. Keeping somebody like Kasab alive provides more room for a hostage negotiation manoeuvre like Kandahar
3. He's always a security risk in many senses, and will drain state resources to protect him/keep him from escaping/causing more damage.

and most importantly,

4. The blood boils at the thought of the retaliation to such a heinous crime being just rigorous life imprisonment. The punishment is just not enough, even for a "brainwashed, misled 20 year old", who chose to hold an AK 47 in his hand instead of a book and chose to kill so many innocent people against their volition.

The arguments against the death penalty? Sounds weaker than the arguments for them, listed above:

1. The death penalty is immoral. We don't have the right to take another's life like that blah blah bull fucking shit. So the asshole Kasab does eh?
2. (Ah I knew u'd say that) The government should be calm and not be vengeful, and hence shouldn't act like Kasab did, aka taking human's lives.

I have just one line for all you absolute idiots who believe in this : "They drew first blood, not us".

3. There is room for reform, even for the most cruel of terrorists like Kasab. Poor Kasab, born in dereliction, deprived of education and culture and basic amenities, handed a gun at an early age, brain washed. He couldn't help much of who he was forced to become.

Awwwwwww.

Hey hey hey...new offer! Make ur life miserable, and then kill some people and get a new life free!

This world's tough comrade...Fate plays an important role even in the life of a non-terrorist, civilized person anyways...Every person has the right to make a conscious choice, especially after you become an adult. You reap who you shoot.

Personally, I think (Ye hai India meri jaan...Opinions a-plenty!) he should be killed by slowly cutting his balls off. Slice by slice. Since that requires some nasty perversion which would probably destabilize India's pristine brilliant image, I'll settle for the polished "hanging till death" (apparently they even use butter on the rope around the neck, so that there's no pain in the few seconds between pulling the lever and the sweet release...)

What do you think?

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And—which is more—you'll be a Man my son!

—Rudyard Kipling

Swummering

Swummering (n.) : Going to a public swimming pool in summer on a weekend.

I've come up with this word to explain the blunder I committed this Saturday morning.

You see, basically, I'm not a very nostalgic person, especially wrt childhood memories and stuff I'd done as a kid etc. But as an exception to that, one of the strongest and most awesome memories I have of my school days is that of going to the swimming pool with my bro and/or my cousin. I learnt the trade in the Saraswathipuram Swimming pool in Mysore, and my cousin and bro were as clinical and technical as possible in imparting me the knowledge of how to survive in water.

After that, most of my summer mornings were spent in either the Jaynagar swimming pool or the Basvangudi one. It used to be an event preceded by meticulous planning. How much money is needed for entry into the pool, bus charge to and fro, what clothes to be taken, what time should we get there to avoid the humongous queue that'd form outta nowhere!

Forward some 10 odd years, and on Friday evening I get the sudden whim to go back to the pool where I'd spent many enjoyable mornings, playing games like who-stays-under-the-longest, find-the-stone-on-the-pool-floor etc Had no clue/expectation of what lay in store for me :)

Woke up at 6.30, got ready (wear swimming trunks and wear just a shorts and t shirt, so that strippin off time is minimal at the pool...Wasn kidding about the planning part) Found a pretty long queue, and as I was entering saw a rather freshly painted sign on the wall which said 'Only 200 people allowed in a batch' with 200 in bold letters. In the next hour, I'd remember this declaration and wonder about its verity....

Went to the counter, where the dude in front of me said to the cashier maga 'one full, erd half'. One mental chuckle later it was my turn. I asked the cahsier maga for a locker and one ticket. You see, I'd planned it in such a way that, post swimming, I'd also take home some breakfast for everybody from this pristine and archaic restaurant in Basvangudi. So I'd gotten my wallet along, credit cards, DL, cash and the works. So I was made aware of the changing times rudely when cashier maga sharply reprimanded me by telling me to stop speaking gibberish and plainly tell him how many tickets I needed. I politely relaid my query for some security for my belongings. cashier maga didn't seem to be having the best of mornings. He gave me a look which translated to @@$#%@#%@# and said 'locker illa'. I got in with close to 2k cash on me.

As I rushed in to the pool alongwith my otherbrothers, I seriously began doubting if the pool was big enough. You see, the pool isn't evenly used up by the people entering in a batch. In most cases, ppl coming to a public pool can be categorized into:

1. Kids who are chronic divers. They get semi naked, dive into the pool, get back out, dive into the pool, get.....
2. Kids who are learning, with their parents. You'll see the dad holding the kid afloat and asking kid to flap his legs in the water, and the kid crying out.
3. Other kids who know how to swim but are confined to the 3 to 4 foot range. This is the most populated area of the pool. Btw, there's a sign on the wall which says 'shallow end. No diving'...This sign is probably the most hydrated (and violated) in the whole pool..........
4. Serious swimmers...They know breaststroke, backstroke,avoid-other-dudes-in-the-mess stroke. Yevrything i say!
5. Me.

I'm the 26 year old guy who frowns at the chronic divers, cos I fear they'll break my back as I set out to attempt to swim across.
I'm the 26 year old who'll want to swim as much as possible but will struggle to swim across the breadth of the pool in a straight line, cos of all the obstacles.
I'm the 26 year old who'll want to indulge himself in a dive but will probably hurt himself cos he doesn't know the right technique and hasn't gone swimmin in a few years :)
I'm the 26 year old who won't go swummering again.

Rescue

murjhaae gul ke paas, jaise bahaar ki baanhen
mere paas, vaise hi, phaili hain yaar ki baanhen
thaam ke inko phir bhi sambhal na sakun main
dekho ye mere bandhe haath................

Tech Days 2010

For those of you who don't know what it is : http://developers.sun.com/events/techdays/

Happens every year, pretty much like clockwork, at Hyderabad International Convention Center, Novotel Hotel in Hyderabad. Basically a bunch of ppl all over the world huddling into conference rooms and talking about/demonstrating cool, exciting breathtaking techie shit.

This time around, I was one of the 3-4k ppl sitting in the chair in one of the huge conference rooms, listening in awe to a legend deliver the keynote. Father Gosling, Java ka baap! Spoke mainly about JDK7 and we listened. He told us how he'd written the background for the preso in JavaFx (might've written it when he was sleeping) and we listened. And we gaped.

The rest of the day was awesome! Small booths here n there, demo-ing interesting stuff, talking to people about technology, students mooching off on free stuff like nobody's business, Hotel personsu running around worrying about snacks, water and other F5ments...

Back in the hotel room at the end of the day, get out of the sweaty clothes and get into Parrrrrrrrrrrrty gear! For party is what we did, Sun Bangalore style! Our dearest admin went to the pub/restaurant in Novotel and struck a deal which enabled us to gobble up unlimited starters and unlimited main course and unlimited drinks for just a 1000 bucks per head!

So there we were, 11 of us, huddled into a table for 6! And there they were on the stage, the incredibly, astoundingly and enormously talented Phillipino-Romanian Band!!

1 Kickass Phillipine Guitarist. KICKASS!!!! Can't tell you how much
1 Kickass Phillipine Keyboard dude...Surreptitious impact maker.
1 Romanian Blonde exuberant hair-all-over-face vocalist. With an awesome range!
1 Romanian brunette goddess with a voice and a body that God must've created during one of his super duper happy moods...Couldn't take my eyes AND ears off her...Surreal...


(Resumes writing post after dedicating 5 minutes of thought and worship to her)

1 drummer and 1 bass guitarist who I didn't notice much but mattered a lot to the ensemble!

We were just chatting, loffing ,drinking, eating etc and they were just playing ballads and inconsequential songs.

Then they played 'Seven Bridges Road' by The Eagles.
Then Murali's mind ceased all activity and stood up, transfixed.
Then Murali sang with them. Sang his heart out. And felt glee like never before. One heart full.
(100 bucks says not one of my readers has listened to this song...unless she's still reading my blog................ :) )

I don't remember much else of the night. In watching the match on the huge screen (oh yeah!!), singing along and totally experiencing and living their songs and adoring and worshipping the long haired, brunette goddess, 3 splendid hours of my life passed.

They played Meatloaf and Boyzone and Dire Straits and Eagles and Santana and stole my heart and gained my respect. Check them out if you ever land up at Novotel, 8 pm to 11.30 pm.

---------------------------

Fast forward to Bangalore and Murali is Avenging away at a decent pace, laptop on his back. He stops right next to 'The Lalith Ashok' (The venue for Tech Days Plus 2010 in Bangalore) and asks an auto driver where the hotel is. He gets a weird look in response.

He walks in. He looks at the agenda. He doesn't find his talk listed there.
He's silently and calmly flabbergasted.
He goes around and enquires, gets it repaired, is scheduled to hit the stage at 1345 hours.

Sees that his opensolaris laptop isn't working very well with the projector there. Quick switch to windows. Alternate environments needed for demo, all setup in 20 minutes. Stands on the podium and waits for the audience to come back from lunch.
Some of them trickle back in, and sit and stare at him.
He stares at them.
They stare at him.
He finds his hand sweating.
They stare at him.

At 2.10, he starts presenting.
They stare at him.

At 2.35, he's a bit worried cos they're still staring at him.
At 2.40, a soul stirs in the audience. Asks a question. He is overattentive and answers in exuberance.

At 3.15, he's done presenting and answering the rest of the questions. He receives a smattering of applause. A small but good one he thinks.
(He blames the post lunch slot and the decently good food for the lack of enthusiasm)

Job well done...He's no longer a Tech Days virgin! :D

Tell me how...

On just that one street...

And its ur face, I've been looking for, on...

Why does the ending enchant me so much?

And while we're engaging in the socratic method, will i find you?

Mementous Koala Bears v9.10

So that's how you do it!

You should run alsamixer to control volumes.

And then you probably need to run sudo alsa force-reload...that depends on ur config and whether alsa was loaded properly, to start with.

Turns out, they don't interact too well with each other...A lot of the pages I'd looked had asked me to get totally rid of pulse audio, and just single command helped me out : sudo apt-get purge pulseaudio

Pulse Audio's the other. I've, as I said earlier (later?), read thousands of posts on this one and I honestly dunno if this is better or ALSA is.

ALSA seems to be the more popular one...Stands for Advanced Linux Sound Architecture. Just a music enabler for me. Sound Driver. Detects and interacts with sound cards. Blah.

I had read through, literally, tens of pages before getting a hang of what the hell was going on. Before changing the grub menu n gettin the right kernel, I'd had more severe errors, as in my sound card wasn't even getting detected. Now that it was getting detected, i just had to get it activated. Looks like Ubuntu comes with two primary sound systems : ALSA and Pulse Audio. (You're probably getting a hang of it by now)

Turns out I'd the wrong kernel loading all along!!! Some guy on some forum, apart from admitting the fact that he was stupid, showed me the way!

I boot in the first time next morning, and the sound's not working!!!! Bein a musical guy, I JUST CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT MUSIC!! And of course all the videos...What the hell!? Google is ur friend :)

Recently I decided to take the plunge and give Karmic Koala a try (hogli maade bidana anta). It took all of 5 hours and 1.3 GB and me waking up at 3 am in the morning to check whether it had completed (started only at 9 :P ), but it did complete...Just shut the bleddy machine down and slept off....

Hello unsuspecting readers of my blog,
Today you've been sucked into a reverse tech post! Not only are tech, Linuksy things hard to follow as it is, I've made u go through the story all ulta (wide screen and dolby surround :P)
Thank you and have a good day and hope you guys learnt something :D

Now you'll probably try to read bottom up...Leave comments about the loopholes...I will just pick the spinach stuck between my teeth lazily with a fine sharp wooden toothpick and loff at ur indignation!

Growing up

What does it mean to've 'grown up'? :

• To think more from your mind than yielding to your heart
• Drawing from experience! Experience implies that whatever's happening to u now has happened before, atleast once, and that atleast is indicative of u having infested earth for a while now. And to draw from experience and learn lessons is definite proof of hippocampal advances.

A HUGE lizard crawling across the wall next to my bed does not help when u are writing a post. It hung on the wall and made several clucking noises. I wondered if it was a mating call.

I just kept staring at it, hoping or wishing (AHA!) that it won't slip and fall onto my bed, making a 'weeee' noise as it fell...

• To indulge more in hope, wishful thinking and patience rather than act out of boiling red bledd.

Currently listening to : Let it Be - The Beatles

How the writer never changed...

Once in a while your blog creeps up on ya and bites ur own mind off... (yes thats right you read that right)

Murali is in cunningham road.
Murali goes to Infinitea.
Murali pauses while standing in front of Infinitea and sees Shezan restaurant and thinks of all the memorably bland Peas Pulaos he'd had there when working for Hewlett Packard Pvt Ltd.
Murali wipes a tiny tear off left cheek.
Murali realizes it was just sweat (Alreddy februari is hot pa April March devre gathi)

Murali walks into Infinitea. The Prodigal Sun (employee) returns, more mature, more serene....
None the wiser though.

He orders English Scones. The dish sounds delightful and rather pretentious no? He orders anyways, having a glorious picture in his mind.

He gets 4 biscuits.
One spoon of jam.
An iota of cream, which looked like some pigeon slurped it in for lunch, let it pass through its body and its excretory system ejected it with a horrendous feeling of shock and dismay.

He stepped out of Infinitea thinking I should record this weird syndrome he has...and he should title the post 'The Cookie Syndrome'. Looks like somebody's already done that for him :

The Cookie Syndrome

I couldnnav put it better myself :)

P.S : 4 years from now, I'll buy some more extremely inane bullshit in a rather overpriced place and write another post and provide a link for this one in that one. This is, of course, we survive 20 12 2012.

Bile

"...Further we would like to inform you that the form now onwards you bile generated day will be on 25th of every month.

In case you need further assistance, please do call or email us. We'll do our best to help you."

Happy to help,
English_Impaired_Happy_Helper

From Vodafone Customer Care (yeah you guys! you reading this?)...

The rest of the mail, preceding the absurd sentence shown above, was very normal and formal.
Looks like she took a big swig from a jar of bile juice sitting on her desk and assigned my monthly bile cycle!

Aussie heavy metal meets Indian maw

Well me maw n me were listnin to the raidio thee othr daiy n outta nowhere this sawng jus pops raaight into the local raidio staytion (akashvani apparently!!) :

ACDC Back in Black

Well me mamma listens to the first fuew minits n goes 'hhhhoooooooooaly coww somebaadi's pinchin 'is butt or somethin!!' Was drinkin a glass o' waatr, n thats when I start laughin at that one so 'ard that there'z waatr comin outta my nose?
But she ain't done ya know so then she sayz 'whoa now they must be poarin hot waatr on 'is head now yes they are'

Ya don't believe me click on the link thein!

Ka2

How pleasant for a truly depressing abysmal day to turn into such a jubilant one!
I feel totally uplifted and truly, selflessly happy...A cathartic excellent feeling!

God bless!