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!
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
If
Saturday, April 10, 2010
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.
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.
Friday, April 02, 2010
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................
mere paas, vaise hi, phaili hain yaar ki baanhen
thaam ke inko phir bhi sambhal na sakun main
dekho ye mere bandhe haath................
Friday, March 26, 2010
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
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
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Wednesday, March 03, 2010
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?
Why does the ending enchant me so much?
And while we're engaging in the socratic method, will i find you?
Thursday, February 25, 2010
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!
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!
Monday, February 22, 2010
Growing up
What does it mean to've 'grown up'? :
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
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!
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!
Saturday, January 30, 2010
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!
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!
Friday, January 22, 2010
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!
I feel totally uplifted and truly, selflessly happy...A cathartic excellent feeling!
God bless!
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
To strive, to seek, to find
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down,
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
and though We are not now that strength which in old days,
Moved earth and heaven,
that which we are, we are.
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
- Lord Alfred Tennyson
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
and though We are not now that strength which in old days,
Moved earth and heaven,
that which we are, we are.
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
- Lord Alfred Tennyson
Monday, December 14, 2009
Feel the thud!
How would you feel, if when you're driving, the whole world around you is running at a volume of 2 or 3 (TV units) and all the honking and blaring and screeching of vehicles is totally suppressed??
Or picture driving through the din and dum dum of Bangalore, with the whole town almost quiet, except music playing on loud speakers THROUGH OUT the city!!!
I'm not suggesting driving under the influence :P
Meet my new Sennheiser earphones!! They're in ear earphones, which means once you poke them in the general direction of your ears, they get down to business making it their comfy cosy home. This pair, though, went a step ahead and really got into me.
Henceforth I decided to call them 'Brainphones' :D
Cos believe-you-me here, these buggers pretty much remove all the other crap outside!!! Apart from me looking in awe at a gesturing, happily chatting mom and gathering no audio input, at first I could feel the thud of my own feet walking! When your ears are really really blocked, I guess every small impact to/on the body is "felt"!
And this isn't no special 'noise cancellation' earphones either...Okay this is enough text for just a pair of earphones I guess. I'll wind up by saying for a music crazy ppls like me, this is a God send! Of course, its much better to let ur ears enjoy some music than some really annoying and loud horns...
P.S : What? Of course I listened to Freebird first!
Or picture driving through the din and dum dum of Bangalore, with the whole town almost quiet, except music playing on loud speakers THROUGH OUT the city!!!
I'm not suggesting driving under the influence :P
Meet my new Sennheiser earphones!! They're in ear earphones, which means once you poke them in the general direction of your ears, they get down to business making it their comfy cosy home. This pair, though, went a step ahead and really got into me.
Henceforth I decided to call them 'Brainphones' :D
Cos believe-you-me here, these buggers pretty much remove all the other crap outside!!! Apart from me looking in awe at a gesturing, happily chatting mom and gathering no audio input, at first I could feel the thud of my own feet walking! When your ears are really really blocked, I guess every small impact to/on the body is "felt"!
And this isn't no special 'noise cancellation' earphones either...Okay this is enough text for just a pair of earphones I guess. I'll wind up by saying for a music crazy ppls like me, this is a God send! Of course, its much better to let ur ears enjoy some music than some really annoying and loud horns...
P.S : What? Of course I listened to Freebird first!
Friday, December 11, 2009
The TaaLegari Tales - a HowTo
Nadi Shastra, for the uninitiated. (I think i've used this word before in my blog...uninitiated...huh i'm getting repetitive and predictable...well i don't mind)
These are no taal tales. Believe me, for I'm a survivor! :brave look on face, looking far far away
Step 1 : Don't go to the taalegari place
Step 2 : You should have followed step 1. Sigh. Move on then.
Step 3 : Determine sex of self. If male, press right thumb into inkpad. If female, press left thumb into inkpad. (Dono protocol for "neither/both" so don't label me a "sexist"). Press above selected thumb onto paper of piece.
Step 4 : Come out of the place and wonder if they have affiliations with criminal organs of the society, to which they can feed ur thumb print. Just to be safe, commit to self that u won't commit any crimes in future.
Step 5 : Go back in and ask them when u've to come back. Get a phone number too (useless anyways).
Step 7 : Arrive on time and stare at all those chappals/sandals/shoes outside the main door. (If you DO manage to have ur appointment on time, i will give u 1000 Rs a.)
Step 8 : Your taale gari (palm leaf) has been found! (Unfortunately.) Congratulations!!!! (Really?)
Step 9 : Important step...this is very important.
Do NOT go 3 times at odd times of the day and get upset at him for not scheduling u earlier.
Do NOT pay him any money in advance.
Step 10 : Listen to all the hocus pocus he'll tell you about how life's a bitch and how u have a good probability of having an accident, a bad marriage, tough times ahead, awesome promotions, foreign tours, family issues, good kids etc etc, surprisingly all lined up one after the other!
Summary : Life is just like a long island ice tea. All sortsa shit in it. You don't need no commercialized, tamil guy speaking kannada with a fucked up accent (apparently i've to do some 'booje's to solve all my "dosha"s or problems) to tell you that.
These are no taal tales. Believe me, for I'm a survivor! :brave look on face, looking far far away
Step 1 : Don't go to the taalegari place
Step 2 : You should have followed step 1. Sigh. Move on then.
Step 3 : Determine sex of self. If male, press right thumb into inkpad. If female, press left thumb into inkpad. (Dono protocol for "neither/both" so don't label me a "sexist"). Press above selected thumb onto paper of piece.
Step 4 : Come out of the place and wonder if they have affiliations with criminal organs of the society, to which they can feed ur thumb print. Just to be safe, commit to self that u won't commit any crimes in future.
Step 5 : Go back in and ask them when u've to come back. Get a phone number too (useless anyways).
Step 7 : Arrive on time and stare at all those chappals/sandals/shoes outside the main door. (If you DO manage to have ur appointment on time, i will give u 1000 Rs a.)
Step 8 : Your taale gari (palm leaf) has been found! (Unfortunately.) Congratulations!!!! (Really?)
Step 9 : Important step...this is very important.
Do NOT go 3 times at odd times of the day and get upset at him for not scheduling u earlier.
Do NOT pay him any money in advance.
Step 10 : Listen to all the hocus pocus he'll tell you about how life's a bitch and how u have a good probability of having an accident, a bad marriage, tough times ahead, awesome promotions, foreign tours, family issues, good kids etc etc, surprisingly all lined up one after the other!
Summary : Life is just like a long island ice tea. All sortsa shit in it. You don't need no commercialized, tamil guy speaking kannada with a fucked up accent (apparently i've to do some 'booje's to solve all my "dosha"s or problems) to tell you that.
Monday, December 07, 2009
Movie Review : Choti si baat
Watched this movie again after a long time from the credits to finish. Loved it again :)
Was looking for a bunch of words to describe this cute lil movie, done with such tact and finesse and subtlety. Surprisingly found them on the back page of the CD cover, which we bought for 45 bucks by the way. To think that I sometimes shell out 5 times the price to watch unbearable and sickening crap nowadays gave me a shudder.
But back to more pleasant and happy tunes. Here's what the back of the CD cover read:
Choti si baat is an endearing, lovable comedy about a young man who walks the rocky path of love because his heart is true but timid. Arun (Amol Palekar) falls in love with Prabha (Vidya Sinha) whome he sees everyday on the bus-stop on his way to work. Not having the courage or know how to express his love, all he can do is follow her to her office and her home and pine from a far. Just as he is wondering what to do next, along comes Nagesh (Asrani), Prabha's brash young colleague who seems leagues ahead of Arun in his pursuit of Prabha. A now deseperate Arun seeks the help of Colonel Julius Nagendranath Wilfred Singh (the legendary Ashok Kumar) who tackles the battle of love with the same meticulous planning and ruthless efficiency needed to win a military campaign. He instills in Arun a new self confidence and teaches him the strategies of waging love. Arun returns to Bombay a new man ready to face anything. Another heart winning classic from Basu Chatterji, Choti si baat has never faded in its sweet, funny magic.
Amen. What this paragraph doesn't deliberately capture is how brilliant Amol's performance is, how quippy the script is, how brilliantly yet simply some scenes have been shot. A must watch if you're a fan of those good old hindi movies made with some sense and with something more/different than a spunky heroine, an invincible hero, their romance and a quixotic villain ready to die!
Was looking for a bunch of words to describe this cute lil movie, done with such tact and finesse and subtlety. Surprisingly found them on the back page of the CD cover, which we bought for 45 bucks by the way. To think that I sometimes shell out 5 times the price to watch unbearable and sickening crap nowadays gave me a shudder.
But back to more pleasant and happy tunes. Here's what the back of the CD cover read:
Choti si baat is an endearing, lovable comedy about a young man who walks the rocky path of love because his heart is true but timid. Arun (Amol Palekar) falls in love with Prabha (Vidya Sinha) whome he sees everyday on the bus-stop on his way to work. Not having the courage or know how to express his love, all he can do is follow her to her office and her home and pine from a far. Just as he is wondering what to do next, along comes Nagesh (Asrani), Prabha's brash young colleague who seems leagues ahead of Arun in his pursuit of Prabha. A now deseperate Arun seeks the help of Colonel Julius Nagendranath Wilfred Singh (the legendary Ashok Kumar) who tackles the battle of love with the same meticulous planning and ruthless efficiency needed to win a military campaign. He instills in Arun a new self confidence and teaches him the strategies of waging love. Arun returns to Bombay a new man ready to face anything. Another heart winning classic from Basu Chatterji, Choti si baat has never faded in its sweet, funny magic.
Amen. What this paragraph doesn't deliberately capture is how brilliant Amol's performance is, how quippy the script is, how brilliantly yet simply some scenes have been shot. A must watch if you're a fan of those good old hindi movies made with some sense and with something more/different than a spunky heroine, an invincible hero, their romance and a quixotic villain ready to die!
Wednesday, December 02, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Don't you?
When the truth is found to be lies.
And all the joy, within you, dies.
Don't you want somebody to love?
DOn't you need somebody to love?
Wouldn't you love somebody to love?
You better find somebody to love..
P.S : Non rhetorical question.
And all the joy, within you, dies.
Don't you want somebody to love?
DOn't you need somebody to love?
Wouldn't you love somebody to love?
You better find somebody to love..
P.S : Non rhetorical question.
Friday, November 13, 2009
I hate 'em!
Autowallahs!
This post was constructed inside the brain of the author while navigating the once-calm roads of Jaynagar.
I truly hate 'em!
They park in really inconvenient places (like the corner of an intersection)
They turn first and then look! (Gnawing teeth.....)
They go really really slow while having no clue about the fact that they're holding up traffic behind them...
They think that the right of the road/lane is always theirs
They forget that their dear autos have a fat ass and treat it like a moto GP bike!!
Well now, I know that several auto drivers are polite and drive safely and slow, with due consideration to others on the road and traffic rules. Which is why, I am only making a generalization and am not stereotyping them. (the difference being that I make room for exceptions in the former, whereas I don't in the latter).
Based on all this, I coined a new word for all of them today:
"Traffuckers".
Yep thats who "most of them" are....
This post was constructed inside the brain of the author while navigating the once-calm roads of Jaynagar.
I truly hate 'em!
They park in really inconvenient places (like the corner of an intersection)
They turn first and then look! (Gnawing teeth.....)
They go really really slow while having no clue about the fact that they're holding up traffic behind them...
They think that the right of the road/lane is always theirs
They forget that their dear autos have a fat ass and treat it like a moto GP bike!!
Well now, I know that several auto drivers are polite and drive safely and slow, with due consideration to others on the road and traffic rules. Which is why, I am only making a generalization and am not stereotyping them. (the difference being that I make room for exceptions in the former, whereas I don't in the latter).
Based on all this, I coined a new word for all of them today:
"Traffuckers".
Yep thats who "most of them" are....
Sunday, November 01, 2009
Get your doseh? today!
Q : What does one usually get to order in a masochistic restaurant?
A:
Welcome to Adarsha Restaurant on National Highway 7.
Rather painful dosa it was indeed.....
A:
Welcome to Adarsha Restaurant on National Highway 7.
Rather painful dosa it was indeed.....
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