Hello people !!! Back from Bhubaneshwar after a month long stay there and it wasn't easy home coming i tell you. Like i told you i'll be moving to Bengaluru in a couple of weeks and thought a new notebook was not a bad idea at all.
Mom said "Choose between the notebook and a shelter to live in at Bangalore" with the usual you-are-still-a-kid grin of hers. Little did she know dad from the other corner was signaling " laptop" while drawing a square with his fingers in the air.
I took notice and replied "Notebook it is" smiling superciliously while retreating back towards my good old desktop which was playing The Communards' "Don't leave me this way" .
oh my desktop , am not leaving you my friend. You can still enjoy the warmth and joy of my room . You had so much IN you which took us through our wonder nights in college. Thank you for everything and i must say you were amazing.
So, after having made that tough decision here i am asking you for suggestions on a new notebook. No, price's not an issue . Dad's paying for it after all . And am not looking at the Mac book either unless you can convince me it's worth the buck.
My current favorite is the HP Pavilion tx2000z even though i am not sure about its Indian price. So keep the suggestions pouring.
Sunday, March 02, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
" Which Croft " ???
Heard of IPL ?
If so, heard of The Deccan chronicle??
For people living in a news-blackout, the Deccan Chronicle ( DC ) owns the Hyderabad franchisee in the Indian Premier League . Those of you who followed the news might have been seriously impressed by the line-up deccan chronicle has managed to cull for the Hyderabad team. Adam Gilchrist, Andrew Symonds , Herschelle Gibbs , Shahid Afridi and ofcourse our very own T20 specialist VVS Laxman leading the pack.
Wondering how DC managed to do it beating the likes of the Ambanis , Mallyas and the Wadias (also Known as the Zinta family these days)???
I've got the answer : All by the grace of Amil Baba Roshan ji . Yeah,Babaji is a regular on the 'Newsmakers' page of the DC . To clear the mist let me show you one of them. Here it is.
The Jan 28th 'Newsmakers' page. I know,there are many articles of interest there but allow me to distract your attention towards the ad pointed with the red arrow. That is where the supenatural power exists.
Here's is the enlarged picture.
Feel free to read it twice. No, thrice i say. He's the reason DC continues to exist inspite of its sleazy news coverage. He's the reason DC could manage the moolah to buy the team and the players. He's the cure for all evil provided you visit him with 'one agarbathi with you'.
Laugh your lungs out and let me know which line you thought was the most hilarious. My pick : 'I have solution for all type of problems. But no one has solution for me'.
P.S : Thanks to Amil Baba i'll be quitting my first job in a month to start afresh as a "Business Analyst" in Bangalore. The girfriend's glad too. She hated the IT engineer tag and says "Hi!" to all of you here . :)
If so, heard of The Deccan chronicle??
For people living in a news-blackout, the Deccan Chronicle ( DC ) owns the Hyderabad franchisee in the Indian Premier League . Those of you who followed the news might have been seriously impressed by the line-up deccan chronicle has managed to cull for the Hyderabad team. Adam Gilchrist, Andrew Symonds , Herschelle Gibbs , Shahid Afridi and ofcourse our very own T20 specialist VVS Laxman leading the pack.
Wondering how DC managed to do it beating the likes of the Ambanis , Mallyas and the Wadias (also Known as the Zinta family these days)???
I've got the answer : All by the grace of Amil Baba Roshan ji . Yeah,Babaji is a regular on the 'Newsmakers' page of the DC . To clear the mist let me show you one of them. Here it is.
The Jan 28th 'Newsmakers' page. I know,there are many articles of interest there but allow me to distract your attention towards the ad pointed with the red arrow. That is where the supenatural power exists.Here's is the enlarged picture.
Feel free to read it twice. No, thrice i say. He's the reason DC continues to exist inspite of its sleazy news coverage. He's the reason DC could manage the moolah to buy the team and the players. He's the cure for all evil provided you visit him with 'one agarbathi with you'.Laugh your lungs out and let me know which line you thought was the most hilarious. My pick : 'I have solution for all type of problems. But no one has solution for me'.
P.S : Thanks to Amil Baba i'll be quitting my first job in a month to start afresh as a "Business Analyst" in Bangalore. The girfriend's glad too. She hated the IT engineer tag and says "Hi!" to all of you here . :)
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Dream Job !!!
Last week, i moved to Hyderabad following the footsteps of great people like MF Hussain, Chara Naveen, Mohammad Azharuddin , Balakrishna and Priyatham, half of whom, for the record, have done nothing useful as such. But nevertheless i am happy i can now drive on roads i know and relieve my frustration by parking the car on the 9th level of the office parking tower.
Like you expect, i have nothing to do these days except going to office in my "business attire" and attending a few "brainstorming" sessions during the "business hours" ; which translates to: wear a tie , go straight to the cafeteria and sip a Frappe for as long as you can while discussing Mallika Sherawat with your colleague .And use terms like "Client network interface", "total quality assurance" and "unwanted body hair" while your superiors are around. Really works.
So get this: Am not doing anything productive these days.But then i realise 'All play and no work makes Jack a mere toy" and sit contemplating if this is really what i wanted to do? A year ago. No, 5 years earlier. Or even better 10 years ago. What was my dream job 10 years ago i ask myself honestly. I have my answer and though it might sound outrageous to some; i really wanted to be a 'Tennis ball boy'.
That was the time when i used to love my sport and to me every ball i owned was worth its weight in gold. I always dreamt of a room packed with tennis balls and i imagined myself swimming in that pool of balls, throwing some of them at the wall , catching them in the rebound and shouting "The real jonty is here!!!!!". Bliss, it was.
As if this love for balls wasn't enough, i learnt from some of my 'knowledgeable" friends that a ball boy earns around 100 rupees a match. I couldn't care less about why and how they came to that figure but all i knew was each rubber-ball cost 3 bucks.Though dividing 100 by 3 exactly was not exactly easy then, but i figured out i would get around 30 after each match with "my" money. I wouldn't have to jump over compound walls, apologize to people for breaking their window panes or say "Sorry!!! Last time" to my mom again. For i would have so so many balls to play with.
That was then. Fast forward 10 years and here i am still thinking about how good that job must be.
"Business Attire" would look like :
"Brainstorming session ":
'"Break time ":
Or if u are really lucky and have a really really good day at office : "Bonus"
Whoa!!! what a life!!! i love it !!! But wouldn't i be over-aged now? No, I've got inspiration. My He-man uncle!!!
So Sharapova!!! am coming!!! I know you are waiting.
Like you expect, i have nothing to do these days except going to office in my "business attire" and attending a few "brainstorming" sessions during the "business hours" ; which translates to: wear a tie , go straight to the cafeteria and sip a Frappe for as long as you can while discussing Mallika Sherawat with your colleague .And use terms like "Client network interface", "total quality assurance" and "unwanted body hair" while your superiors are around. Really works.
So get this: Am not doing anything productive these days.But then i realise 'All play and no work makes Jack a mere toy" and sit contemplating if this is really what i wanted to do? A year ago. No, 5 years earlier. Or even better 10 years ago. What was my dream job 10 years ago i ask myself honestly. I have my answer and though it might sound outrageous to some; i really wanted to be a 'Tennis ball boy'.
That was the time when i used to love my sport and to me every ball i owned was worth its weight in gold. I always dreamt of a room packed with tennis balls and i imagined myself swimming in that pool of balls, throwing some of them at the wall , catching them in the rebound and shouting "The real jonty is here!!!!!". Bliss, it was.
As if this love for balls wasn't enough, i learnt from some of my 'knowledgeable" friends that a ball boy earns around 100 rupees a match. I couldn't care less about why and how they came to that figure but all i knew was each rubber-ball cost 3 bucks.Though dividing 100 by 3 exactly was not exactly easy then, but i figured out i would get around 30 after each match with "my" money. I wouldn't have to jump over compound walls, apologize to people for breaking their window panes or say "Sorry!!! Last time" to my mom again. For i would have so so many balls to play with.
That was then. Fast forward 10 years and here i am still thinking about how good that job must be.
"Business Attire" would look like :
"Brainstorming session ":
'"Break time ":
Or if u are really lucky and have a really really good day at office : "Bonus"
Whoa!!! what a life!!! i love it !!! But wouldn't i be over-aged now? No, I've got inspiration. My He-man uncle!!!
So Sharapova!!! am coming!!! I know you are waiting.
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
2008 !!!
I have been extremely busy staring at people, watching the Indian Cricket League, , downloading porn , having my Mochachillos and going to places where my wanderlust landed me. Hence the lack of posts in the past few weeks.
But here i am wishing you all a very happy new year!!!
Everything looked perfect about 2008, till i realised it was a leap year and Feb29th was a Friday. Dammit!!!!
Anyways, i'll be back soon with better posts. Mother promise!!!
But here i am wishing you all a very happy new year!!!
Everything looked perfect about 2008, till i realised it was a leap year and Feb29th was a Friday. Dammit!!!!Anyways, i'll be back soon with better posts. Mother promise!!!
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Was one of those weeks with those rare moments of bliss when all seemed right with the world !!! Yeah, even the rash on my face. [:P]
Friday, November 16, 2007
NEW STOP, NEW SPOT , NEW POST !!!
Hello people, I have reached Hyderabad for the weekend. The journey was horrible. Firstly,the Bangalore traffic sucks. Its airport does even harder.And it can't get any worse if u reach the aerodrome after an hour and half in the rick and are you are informed your 55-minute-flight has been delayed by a couple of hours. I had no more than half a book to read and i knew it wouldn't make a good airport-reading. But i was stranded and had no choice. The book managed to keep me occupied for a hour and a half after which i gave up. This wasn't working. I had to pass time and i did the next half an hour by pee-ing twice and then trying seven different kinds of knots with my shoelace.
Finally, i boarded the flight only to know my aisle seat was occupied by an elderly man who wanted to exchange his seat with mine. So here i was sandwiched between a 30+ year old married woman and a 60 year old bigshot executive!! (No!! he wasn't a bigshot. He traveled low-cost after all). So here i was trying desperately to keep myself occupied and then it struck. What i came up with to keep myself occupied for the rest of the 30 odd minutes was i thought very interesting : Anagrams of my name.
(ALERT ALERT : Did you know "NEW STOP" "NEW POST" and "NEW SPOT" were anagrams???)
PSR CHAITANYA
The first thing that came up was :
PAY CHINA STAR!!!! (Hey!! good going but those exclamatory marks were uncalled for. Anyways.)
PYAAR CAN SHIT!!!! (Pat pat!! good job man.)
HIS ARYAN PACT. (Now,that's some serious insight into the Indian history.)
HIS CAN YAP, RA!! (This is for the gults. "RA" meaning "Yo man!! Hey chikita komasthas!!!")
CHAT IS A RAP? : Y/N (I know it's meaningless but did you realise i managed to squeeze a question out of it. Guhahhahha!!!)
The rest of them were rather a result of the jittery landing than my intellectual prowess.
HIS RAT CAN YAP!!!
SAT AIR PANCHY* (* i don't know what it means)
PSRCHATIANAY (oh oh!!! i feel nauseated)
PASAR CHYATNI
So before it gets absolutely meaningless, let me stop here and ask you try the same with your name or watever and post it in the comments. Also vote for the least worst anagram of mine. The best comment will get a free comment-response from my side.
So, go on ,unleash your imagination [:P] and let me close it with another one of mine : " RAT SHIT PAN !!! CYA!!! "
P.S: It's 2 AM here and due to some divine intervention i have changed my name to PSR CHAITTANYA. Hence the extra 'T' in the last anagram!!!
Finally, i boarded the flight only to know my aisle seat was occupied by an elderly man who wanted to exchange his seat with mine. So here i was sandwiched between a 30+ year old married woman and a 60 year old bigshot executive!! (No!! he wasn't a bigshot. He traveled low-cost after all). So here i was trying desperately to keep myself occupied and then it struck. What i came up with to keep myself occupied for the rest of the 30 odd minutes was i thought very interesting : Anagrams of my name.
(ALERT ALERT : Did you know "NEW STOP" "NEW POST" and "NEW SPOT" were anagrams???)
PSR CHAITANYA
The first thing that came up was :
PAY CHINA STAR!!!! (Hey!! good going but those exclamatory marks were uncalled for. Anyways.)
PYAAR CAN SHIT!!!! (Pat pat!! good job man.)
HIS ARYAN PACT. (Now,that's some serious insight into the Indian history.)
HIS CAN YAP, RA!! (This is for the gults. "RA" meaning "Yo man!! Hey chikita komasthas!!!")
CHAT IS A RAP? : Y/N (I know it's meaningless but did you realise i managed to squeeze a question out of it. Guhahhahha!!!)
The rest of them were rather a result of the jittery landing than my intellectual prowess.
HIS RAT CAN YAP!!!
SAT AIR PANCHY* (* i don't know what it means)
PSRCHATIANAY (oh oh!!! i feel nauseated)
PASAR CHYATNI
So before it gets absolutely meaningless, let me stop here and ask you try the same with your name or watever and post it in the comments. Also vote for the least worst anagram of mine. The best comment will get a free comment-response from my side.
So, go on ,unleash your imagination [:P] and let me close it with another one of mine : " RAT SHIT PAN !!! CYA!!! "
P.S: It's 2 AM here and due to some divine intervention i have changed my name to PSR CHAITTANYA. Hence the extra 'T' in the last anagram!!!
Friday, November 02, 2007
Just in case you wanted to know ...
There are times when you HAVE to look for an inspiration to blog. Doesn't happen often but i must confess i have been doing just that for the last 6 hours. You look at people around , find nothing interesting and then decide to hit the cafeteria to grab some grub . You walk straight, walk into a elevator and there you find it. Everywhere inside . On every female shoulder surrounding you . Yes!!! You have found the subject of your next post!!! Yippee!!! You fasten your tie, smile at the girl standing beside and walk out feeling triumphant.
Now you know what i am going to talk about. Yes!!! The ubiquitous handbag . The handbang is something without which there is no her. If ubiquity was the measure of greatness of anything, the handbag comes second only to our very own real rockstar Himesh Reshamiyya. Every gal loves Himesh and each one has an handbag. Some fashion conscious have as many as thirty one. One for each day of the month.
So whats so important about this female-handbag? Legend has it that the concept of all-products-under-one-roof-superstore came about when, not so long ago a suspicious husband peeped into his wife's handbag. And that was a watershed moment in the history of corporate retail.
The suspicious husband was amazed at the pure quantum of things in his wife's bag. He counted as he took each one of them out 1.Lipgloss 2. Eyeliner 3.A Comb 4.Talcum powder 5. More talcum Powder 6.Glasses 7.Vicks 8.Chocolates 9.Pins 10. Nail polish 11. Censored censored (No! i am not saying this aloud).... and he stopped counting. Blink!! Blink!! The idea struck . "Super Market" he yelled at the top of his voice. The husband here was Sam walton and we all know the rest is history. ( Research revealed Mr.Sam initially wanted to name his stores "Her needs").
Women in general and my sister in particular needs the whole world inside her handbag. She has so many things in her handbag that i have to move the furniture in my bedroom to make space for her handbag each time she visits us. She is a mother of two and you can only expect the paraphernalia to increase. Nappies,crayons, rough paper and a barbie doll also make it to the list. Surprisingly the size of the bag essentially remains the same.
But the best part of all this is you can have a standard answer for anything your niece asks for. Makes life easy when you are busy doing something as important as reading Calvin and Hobbes. You just don't have to care . There's only one answer:
"Maama, where are my crayons"
Me: In your mom's handbag.
"Maama, my chocolates"
Me : Your mom's handbag.
"whr in her bag??"
Me: That red zip. (busy munching my pack of Lays)
"Maama, there's someone in the bathroom. Where do i pee? "
Me: Your mom's bag.....and drop this packet in the dustbin on your way!!. .....Hahahaah. Calvin is god!!!
These days even the business houses have realised the importance of handbags and their role in product-sales with this simple strategy: Technology , Advertising and Free Handbags!!!
Buy just three LCD HDTV's for your family and get an amazing ladies' leather handbag * absolutely free.
Buy yourself a plush plot in our Pragathi resorts and get one cute handbag** for , brace yourselves, Yes!! Free!!!!
Maruthi has reported a 10% increase in sales since it started delivering the car keys in a pink coloured ladies' handbag with 'gal power' printed on it.
With so much to that little piece of leather, you must have been convinced by now about why i chose what i have for this post : Little economics, little business, little art but mostly jobless-ness. So on that note let me take leave and do what i do best in my office hours. Play Solitaire.
* (that doesn't smell like cow's shit)
** (We have run out of the pink coloured ones)
P.S : I had composed this post a week back , saved it on my desktop ,then lost the file only to find it again today. These computers act weird just like the average gult software engineer except that if you stay long enough with him, it becomes your constitutional right to rip open his head with a hammer but you can't do the same thing to a company desktop.
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Update Update: It's Diwali today and "Know More Nonsense" wishes one and all a very happy and a safe Diwali. And forget about those 'silent diwalis' and light a lot of bombs and flower pots.
On this very auspicious occasion i have to share one of my PJ's.
Q)How do employees at Infosys celebrate Diwali?
A) Burning CD's...Guhahahahaha!!!!
Now you know what i am going to talk about. Yes!!! The ubiquitous handbag . The handbang is something without which there is no her. If ubiquity was the measure of greatness of anything, the handbag comes second only to our very own real rockstar Himesh Reshamiyya. Every gal loves Himesh and each one has an handbag. Some fashion conscious have as many as thirty one. One for each day of the month.
So whats so important about this female-handbag? Legend has it that the concept of all-products-under-one-roof-superstore came about when, not so long ago a suspicious husband peeped into his wife's handbag. And that was a watershed moment in the history of corporate retail.
The suspicious husband was amazed at the pure quantum of things in his wife's bag. He counted as he took each one of them out 1.Lipgloss 2. Eyeliner 3.A Comb 4.Talcum powder 5. More talcum Powder 6.Glasses 7.Vicks 8.Chocolates 9.Pins 10. Nail polish 11. Censored censored (No! i am not saying this aloud).... and he stopped counting. Blink!! Blink!! The idea struck . "Super Market" he yelled at the top of his voice. The husband here was Sam walton and we all know the rest is history. ( Research revealed Mr.Sam initially wanted to name his stores "Her needs").
Women in general and my sister in particular needs the whole world inside her handbag. She has so many things in her handbag that i have to move the furniture in my bedroom to make space for her handbag each time she visits us. She is a mother of two and you can only expect the paraphernalia to increase. Nappies,crayons, rough paper and a barbie doll also make it to the list. Surprisingly the size of the bag essentially remains the same.
But the best part of all this is you can have a standard answer for anything your niece asks for. Makes life easy when you are busy doing something as important as reading Calvin and Hobbes. You just don't have to care . There's only one answer:
"Maama, where are my crayons"
Me: In your mom's handbag.
"Maama, my chocolates"
Me : Your mom's handbag.
"whr in her bag??"
Me: That red zip. (busy munching my pack of Lays)
"Maama, there's someone in the bathroom. Where do i pee? "
Me: Your mom's bag.....and drop this packet in the dustbin on your way!!. .....Hahahaah. Calvin is god!!!
These days even the business houses have realised the importance of handbags and their role in product-sales with this simple strategy: Technology , Advertising and Free Handbags!!!
Buy just three LCD HDTV's for your family and get an amazing ladies' leather handbag * absolutely free.
Buy yourself a plush plot in our Pragathi resorts and get one cute handbag** for , brace yourselves, Yes!! Free!!!!
Maruthi has reported a 10% increase in sales since it started delivering the car keys in a pink coloured ladies' handbag with 'gal power' printed on it.
With so much to that little piece of leather, you must have been convinced by now about why i chose what i have for this post : Little economics, little business, little art but mostly jobless-ness. So on that note let me take leave and do what i do best in my office hours. Play Solitaire.
* (that doesn't smell like cow's shit)
** (We have run out of the pink coloured ones)
P.S : I had composed this post a week back , saved it on my desktop ,then lost the file only to find it again today. These computers act weird just like the average gult software engineer except that if you stay long enough with him, it becomes your constitutional right to rip open his head with a hammer but you can't do the same thing to a company desktop.
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Update Update: It's Diwali today and "Know More Nonsense" wishes one and all a very happy and a safe Diwali. And forget about those 'silent diwalis' and light a lot of bombs and flower pots.
On this very auspicious occasion i have to share one of my PJ's.
Q)How do employees at Infosys celebrate Diwali?
A) Burning CD's...Guhahahahaha!!!!
Thursday, October 11, 2007
More from this wonderland !!!
I know.I know. It's been long since i posted anything worthwhile here . A lot of my posts these days have been i-tried-but-could-manage-only-these-pics ones. Blame it on my job, i find no inspiration around. All i find here is extremely well manicured lawns, roads cleaned with tooth brushes, cycles oiled using Johnson's baby oil and signs reading "Don't Horn !! Techies at work" three miles away from the workplace. Truely world class they call it.
I by no means want to undermine the IT industry when i say that. This job has been a great transformer. You feel a great better after you leave your terminal at 5 in the evening. You even get to learn that game "rock, paper, scissors" apart from doing some invaluable research.
"Hi PSR!! Your blog sucks. Don't try too hard. Now giveup……"
Selvaprasad: Don’t ask man. No action, nothing.
Me: Nevermind dood! I have a joke to share with you.
Selvaprasad : Hahahhaha. Hahhahahha. Good man. Go on.
Me: No, that wasn’t the joke. It goes like this: It was raining that day.
Selvaprasad: LOL man LOL. Hahahahaha.
Me: (not understanding what was so funny :O) And our boss forgot his umbrella.
Selvaprasad: ROFLOL . LMAO. Hahaha. Super da. That fool. LOL.LOL.
Me: Hey!! I didn’t even get into it. Neways ; our boss had some files with him.
Selvaprasad: Oh my Oh!!! LOL. Oh my God. ROFLOL. You are super hilarious man. I can laugh no more. U made my day. Now I have to get back to coding. I have to report back to that fool. Hahahahaha. It was so funny. Nice happened to our useless boss.Hahahhaa.
Me: Arey Selvam!! That wasn’t even the beginning.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
World Champions!!!!
We did it !!!!!!
And "Mr. Misbah-ul-haq, remember: Mallus are everywhere . Even at short-fineleg!!!"
Was this the SMS that was doing rounds??
Saturday, September 08, 2007
" Ayyoyyo!!! " Version: 1.0.1
So, finally !! Reporting from Mysore. I didn't think i would blog again this early . Niether did i expect the corporate world to be so mean. When i say the corporate world, i mean " an IT firm in Mysore". 'IT' is ruled by this Druid-like cult that has two very strict beliefs . Only two.
1.Wear a tie to work
2. Code till it squeezes out every drop of blood in you and turns you into a lump of flesh***
Just when you think these are two simple rules , you realise IT firms also have these rules called 1.1 and 1.2 and the like. These stem from their habit of labelling everything with decimals (like version 1.0.1.6) . These rules generally make no sense to us untill we recieve our first pay check. When you recieve 10k less, you 'll know how important rules 1.4 and 1.7 were.
It's been extremely difficult to adjust to this place. Days don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless like coding. Because i live in Mysore and work in this egg carton, browsing and flirting on the net is the only joy i have. The lectures are no good either. The instructor's analogies are beyond ugly :"Example, i am a function. I am the parent and that girl (pointing to one gud looking Pune-female) is my child. First i get executed and then my child gets executed later. So that is how a stack works" was one of his analogies. He sure must be executed first, i say.
Some people might say i sound a little too grumpy. I know getting a paycheck is great but getting a life - "Priceless". So much for my first week at the workplace. By the way i got a new number. I am now connected to Airtel-Jaasthi Coverage (Rombha Santosham). I am using my cellfone unlike before. So just incase you want to reach me you can take a right from Vontikoppal circle or call me at 9972963349. Am also on Gtalk till 10 in the morning and after 5 in the evening.
*** So they can ,without much effort, wrap that tie around and roll you down the slope at the entrance.
PS: I am not lying.
PS 2 : I really am not.
1.Wear a tie to work
2. Code till it squeezes out every drop of blood in you and turns you into a lump of flesh***
Just when you think these are two simple rules , you realise IT firms also have these rules called 1.1 and 1.2 and the like. These stem from their habit of labelling everything with decimals (like version 1.0.1.6) . These rules generally make no sense to us untill we recieve our first pay check. When you recieve 10k less, you 'll know how important rules 1.4 and 1.7 were.
It's been extremely difficult to adjust to this place. Days don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless like coding. Because i live in Mysore and work in this egg carton, browsing and flirting on the net is the only joy i have. The lectures are no good either. The instructor's analogies are beyond ugly :"Example, i am a function. I am the parent and that girl (pointing to one gud looking Pune-female) is my child. First i get executed and then my child gets executed later. So that is how a stack works" was one of his analogies. He sure must be executed first, i say.
Some people might say i sound a little too grumpy. I know getting a paycheck is great but getting a life - "Priceless". So much for my first week at the workplace. By the way i got a new number. I am now connected to Airtel-Jaasthi Coverage (Rombha Santosham). I am using my cellfone unlike before. So just incase you want to reach me you can take a right from Vontikoppal circle or call me at 9972963349. Am also on Gtalk till 10 in the morning and after 5 in the evening.
*** So they can ,without much effort, wrap that tie around and roll you down the slope at the entrance.
PS: I am not lying.
PS 2 : I really am not.
Friday, August 10, 2007
Chak De India !!!!
Please stand up and applaud this beautifully made sports flick . Kudos to Shah Rukh Khan for taking up this one. Few things can go wrong when the king Khan is in control. So, I wont review this movie but let me tell you, i have this feeling : if you have already watched the movie you probably are saying "may be one more time...". And those of you who haven't watched it yet, stop staring at your monitors and go grab your tickets. Waste no time and go roar with the crowd in the cinema. The movie's a thumbs down winner.
Verdict : A 4.5 on 5.
Must Watch!!!!
And now for the man of the moment: Kumble - " Chak De " . Congratulating his maiden century at the oval today. It indeed has been a glorious career. This is for you.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Shankardada Zindabad : A Review
Disclaimer. Strictly for Telugu movie goers and people who are wondering who the big-butt in the picture is.
Am just back after watching Shankardada Zindabad; the remake of a truely brilliant movie Lage Raho Munnabhai. I remember I watched Lage Raho on the day of its release in Ahmedabad and immediately after the show , i said "Send it to the Oscars" . It came close to being the Indian nomination but in the end missed out. I wanted to see how good it's telugu remake would be. For starters, the movie's directed by Prabhudeva and Shankardada is played by Mega Star Chiranjeevi.
The telugu version did not open to the regular Chiranjeevi crowds. The fact that i bought the ticket straight from of the counter is a testimony to that fact. It doesn't happen often with big
starrers in this part of the world.The first day talk too didn't live up to the expectations. All the more reason i wanted to watch it.
The director Prabhudeva played safe and sensibly so by making a frame-to-frame remake of the original.I actually liked what the director did because i think he would have missed the point had he tried to fiddle with original and include something of his own . So first things first, he respected the original like i wanted him to. Prabhudeva and his film one set up for their right intentions.
This being a remake i won't comment on the plot and the screenplay of the movie but one thing to watch out for was the performances. I felt a couple of roles were terribly miscast. The villain and especially the heroine. She looked inadequate in the movie and we missed Boman Irani and Arshad Warsi bigtime. So a few scenes looked a little out of place. This made the scores level. One set each.
But wait, that's only a part of the story.Having watched so many hollywood movies and having seen actors from Humphrey Bogart to the that little girl Abigail Breslin is Little miss Sunshine , we often tend to downplay our own actors. I did that too hundreds of times. But let me get things straight here. We have brilliant actors too and Chiranjeevi is one of them . I know some of them will hate me for but i mean to say Chiranjeevi is one great actor. Like it or not. So full marks to Chiranjeevi for carrying this role with his usual panache.
So that makes it 2-1 to Shankardada Zindabad.
The main surprise came when i was looking forward to watch that sequence which was excellent in the original . The pan-spitting and the old uncle-stripping episode. To everyones surprise Prabhudeva didn't remake them but simply dubbed them to telugu. I thought he could have done better considering there would be people who already watched Lage raho. So after a tuff fourth set, 2-2 it is. (Some of them might have liked it and sealed it 3-1 for the movie but i thought otherwise)
But here's the decider. The numerous guest appearances that were well timed. You will find a few biggies in the industry there but the highlight of the movie for someone who's already watched the original was the rocking item number "Akalesthe" rendered by Mamtamohan Das and to which none other than YanaGupta sizzled on screen.
So that long sentence seals it for Shankardada Zindabad. It wins three sets to two. Not extraordinary but definetely watchable. Especially if you haven't seen the original !!!
P.S: I confess, i thought "Neal and Nikki" was watchable. [:D]
Am just back after watching Shankardada Zindabad; the remake of a truely brilliant movie Lage Raho Munnabhai. I remember I watched Lage Raho on the day of its release in Ahmedabad and immediately after the show , i said "Send it to the Oscars" . It came close to being the Indian nomination but in the end missed out. I wanted to see how good it's telugu remake would be. For starters, the movie's directed by Prabhudeva and Shankardada is played by Mega Star Chiranjeevi.
The telugu version did not open to the regular Chiranjeevi crowds. The fact that i bought the ticket straight from of the counter is a testimony to that fact. It doesn't happen often with big
starrers in this part of the world.The first day talk too didn't live up to the expectations. All the more reason i wanted to watch it.
The director Prabhudeva played safe and sensibly so by making a frame-to-frame remake of the original.I actually liked what the director did because i think he would have missed the point had he tried to fiddle with original and include something of his own . So first things first, he respected the original like i wanted him to. Prabhudeva and his film one set up for their right intentions.
This being a remake i won't comment on the plot and the screenplay of the movie but one thing to watch out for was the performances. I felt a couple of roles were terribly miscast. The villain and especially the heroine. She looked inadequate in the movie and we missed Boman Irani and Arshad Warsi bigtime. So a few scenes looked a little out of place. This made the scores level. One set each.
But wait, that's only a part of the story.Having watched so many hollywood movies and having seen actors from Humphrey Bogart to the that little girl Abigail Breslin is Little miss Sunshine , we often tend to downplay our own actors. I did that too hundreds of times. But let me get things straight here. We have brilliant actors too and Chiranjeevi is one of them . I know some of them will hate me for but i mean to say Chiranjeevi is one great actor. Like it or not. So full marks to Chiranjeevi for carrying this role with his usual panache.
So that makes it 2-1 to Shankardada Zindabad.
The main surprise came when i was looking forward to watch that sequence which was excellent in the original . The pan-spitting and the old uncle-stripping episode. To everyones surprise Prabhudeva didn't remake them but simply dubbed them to telugu. I thought he could have done better considering there would be people who already watched Lage raho. So after a tuff fourth set, 2-2 it is. (Some of them might have liked it and sealed it 3-1 for the movie but i thought otherwise)
But here's the decider. The numerous guest appearances that were well timed. You will find a few biggies in the industry there but the highlight of the movie for someone who's already watched the original was the rocking item number "Akalesthe" rendered by Mamtamohan Das and to which none other than YanaGupta sizzled on screen.
So that long sentence seals it for Shankardada Zindabad. It wins three sets to two. Not extraordinary but definetely watchable. Especially if you haven't seen the original !!!
P.S: I confess, i thought "Neal and Nikki" was watchable. [:D]
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Post No 34 : Mascot Launch
Karthik : He must be on the flight to Atlanta while am writing this. A Good friend , a better artist and an excellent human being whose notes helped us clear most of our courses at DA-IICT, gives me one more reason to thank him. This caricature of mine. Now, the problem with the word "Thank you" is, it's used too frivolously and frequently irrespective of the level of gratitude you want to express. So i tried finding another word to thank Karthik but looks like there's no better word. So here it goes Karthik . A big "THANK YOU".
And finally ..."Know more Nonsense" has it. Its mascot(s).
I haven't christened them yet but Boblichki has agreed to come up with a name. He was known for his "thunder thighs" , his Jumbo Thali and his ability to sit on the PC for 30 consecutive hours doing nothing productive. He owns the Hyderabad Community on orkut, so if you want any community to be added in the "related communities" feel free to scrap him. :P
Once again i thank Karthik, Rashmi and Boob-li for making this happen . And i especially want to thank these five regular readers of mine : Evv, Ree, Won, Auff, Yue. :)
P.S: This is the closest i could come to no-nonsense.
And finally ..."Know more Nonsense" has it. Its mascot(s).
I haven't christened them yet but Boblichki has agreed to come up with a name. He was known for his "thunder thighs" , his Jumbo Thali and his ability to sit on the PC for 30 consecutive hours doing nothing productive. He owns the Hyderabad Community on orkut, so if you want any community to be added in the "related communities" feel free to scrap him. :P
Once again i thank Karthik, Rashmi and Boob-li for making this happen . And i especially want to thank these five regular readers of mine : Evv, Ree, Won, Auff, Yue. :)
P.S: This is the closest i could come to no-nonsense.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Out of Boredom.
So. Here i am without the usual month long break between posts. Why? The Joblessness before my first job. Guys suffer from this i-can't-sit-so-idle problem twice in their lives. Once before their first job and again after they retire. So what do guys do during these phases. In all probability they login to social networking sites and add anonymous profiles. The guys you see adding profiles like "Career forum- Center for CAT coaching" ( and i mean profiles here not communities) , are most likely waiting for their first job. I dare not go beyond this point because nowhere does anyone make fun of jobless guys. Not even on "Know More Nonsense". So we better take up something we are entitled to pass judgments on. Yes, i am talking gals here.
Gals are so much fun to shop around with. You go with them to shop, they pick up what they want and you come out. No,wait . Shopping isn't so simple with them. So we see that this is, in fact, not a good example, and we should just move on.
One thing they are really good at is multitasking. I wonder how could one watch "Kyun ki", say "wow" and hold the remote at the same time while we guys are busy challenging our manhood, trying to open the soft-drink bottle with our teeth and doing nothing else.When it comes to TV watching they hit the "male" on its head. "Close up Antakshari " when United is playing Liverpool at Anfield, "Mom Zone" when Sachin is on fire and such like.
They can get up and ask questions like "Are you emotionally balanced for a long term relationship" while you are busy figuring out how the vibrating condom works. Guys from Madhya Pradesh do not have such problems because they have banned anything that vibrates including the cellphone. That will get you rid of most of the problems i tell you.
But let's give them their due credit for this. They appreciate brainy people. Don't you know they prefer a Wipro employee with a good sense of humour to a bare-chested John Abraham? They infact prefer Prof. John Abraham who teaches astrophysics to the cut and chiseled John in Jism.
We could go on like this for hours but my point is ,after reading this post you must have realised there's a lesson there, that guys lie when they want to and when they have nothing to do.
Now for some real news and i am not making this up: Updates on "Know More Nonsense". I planned to launch a blog mascot sometime back . One of those fun things i wanted to do and I asked for some friends' help. Though i am waiting for some more of them to pour in, i thought i should publish this. Rashmi from Newyork, no New Jersey , no some "New" place in the US sent me this. A caricature of mine which she calls "Junglee macho" . Rashmi is doing her MS is Bio Medical Engineering and specializes in heart valves and other implants. [:P]. She's also known as the girl whose profile-pic once kicked ass. "Know More Nonsense" thanks her for the effort. [:)]
P.S for the Jobless: "Whether it's the best of times or the worst of times, it's the only time you've got" and remember our maha mantra " Were in; we're out; we're done!" and we are only talking effectiveness here.
Gals are so much fun to shop around with. You go with them to shop, they pick up what they want and you come out. No,wait . Shopping isn't so simple with them. So we see that this is, in fact, not a good example, and we should just move on.
One thing they are really good at is multitasking. I wonder how could one watch "Kyun ki", say "wow" and hold the remote at the same time while we guys are busy challenging our manhood, trying to open the soft-drink bottle with our teeth and doing nothing else.When it comes to TV watching they hit the "male" on its head. "Close up Antakshari " when United is playing Liverpool at Anfield, "Mom Zone" when Sachin is on fire and such like.
They can get up and ask questions like "Are you emotionally balanced for a long term relationship" while you are busy figuring out how the vibrating condom works. Guys from Madhya Pradesh do not have such problems because they have banned anything that vibrates including the cellphone. That will get you rid of most of the problems i tell you.
But let's give them their due credit for this. They appreciate brainy people. Don't you know they prefer a Wipro employee with a good sense of humour to a bare-chested John Abraham? They infact prefer Prof. John Abraham who teaches astrophysics to the cut and chiseled John in Jism.
We could go on like this for hours but my point is ,after reading this post you must have realised there's a lesson there, that guys lie when they want to and when they have nothing to do.
Now for some real news and i am not making this up: Updates on "Know More Nonsense". I planned to launch a blog mascot sometime back . One of those fun things i wanted to do and I asked for some friends' help. Though i am waiting for some more of them to pour in, i thought i should publish this. Rashmi from Newyork, no New Jersey , no some "New" place in the US sent me this. A caricature of mine which she calls "Junglee macho" . Rashmi is doing her MS is Bio Medical Engineering and specializes in heart valves and other implants. [:P]. She's also known as the girl whose profile-pic once kicked ass. "Know More Nonsense" thanks her for the effort. [:)]
P.S for the Jobless: "Whether it's the best of times or the worst of times, it's the only time you've got" and remember our maha mantra " Were in; we're out; we're done!" and we are only talking effectiveness here.
Saturday, July 07, 2007
I love these Miyans
Hyderabad is not the most happening of places. True, if you have not stayed long enough to visit the "gallia" in the "scootera" here. Most people take the pubs , the restaurants ,the of hangouts and the likes as a measure of the greatness-quotient of a city. If you are looking for these in Hyderabad let me tell you , you might end up dissapointed. But the real Hyderabad is here, on the streets . Yes, the streets of Old city, Charminar, Monda Market and Sultan Bazar to name a few. I know i am digressing but talking of Sultan Bazar, it probably boasts of the highest density of female lingerie shops in the world including that country Amsterdam. No, Amsterdam is a city i am told . So it must be Czechoslovakia. So Sultan Bazar it is, the place to wait for your long-lost-school-time love. Coming back to the streets, by streets i mean the commoners like you , me and the scooter mechanic that make up these streets. I call them the "miyans": Hyderabadi by heart. These people are the soul of this city.These are the same people who help you park your car in the most crowded of streets . They are also the ones always ready to "gusad a bumboo" if you called Chiranjeevi or Salman Khan names.The "selectively take it peaceful" types.They do not think too much about what people think about them whick makes them what they are. Complete fun machines.I recently happened to meet one of them. A guy who worked in a small PC repair shop. My external hard disk was creating problems and i had to take it to their shop for repair. Our miyan was sitting outside fiddling with a CPU while singing "Partner partner. Love me baby. Chuck de phatte".
What followed was .
Me: Anna!!
Miyan: "Partner partner. Love me baby" happily involved in his work.
Me: Arey oo anna!!
Miyan: "Bolo Hero" with that energy and warmth the receptionist at the Marriot couldn't beat.
Me: Iska kuch problem horra.
Miyan : Aisa?? Bhaito thodi dher.
Me : Arey jaldi jaana hey yaaron. Lele.
Miyan: Kya hero tension lera tu . De idhar. Kya problem hain.
Me: Pata nahin. Detect nahi hora.
Miyan: Acha teekh hain. Saab ko dikhana padega. (Then came the moment)
Saab ye hard diks to dekho. Koyi problem hain.
(again looking at me):Poora Hyderabad main sabhi ke Hard Diksaa se problem hain boss. Poore karrab ho jaare. Pehle tho Kirrak chal rahe the. 24 hours. Abhi tho dho dho minute ko problem aara.
I just couldn't stop myself. I had to laugh out . And i did.
Miyan: Kya hua boss. Hasre tum.
Me: "Diksaa nahi anna. Diskaa bolte. Hard Disk." smiling.
Miyan: Arey kuch bhi anna. Hum school jaake English, 123 nahi seekhe anna. Sirf 143 aata humko.
Teekh hain. Kal aajana lene ke liye.
Me : "Teekh hain." still smiling.
Miyan: " Anna. ye try karo ek bar. ye" trying to touch his nose with his tongue. "Subah se nayi hora"
Me : " Arey! choD hero. Mere se nahi hota. Kal aata hu phir"
Miyan :" Ok kal aajana. Pakka teekh kar doonga aapka Diks ko"
It was a thoughtful way back home. "123 nahi seekhe anna. Sirf 143 aata humko" meant so much. His bonhomie meant so much. The last few hours of my life sure seemed more interesting than the rest of it. And i still was trying to touch my nose with my tongue as i got off my car.
What followed was .
Me: Anna!!
Miyan: "Partner partner. Love me baby" happily involved in his work.
Me: Arey oo anna!!
Miyan: "Bolo Hero" with that energy and warmth the receptionist at the Marriot couldn't beat.
Me: Iska kuch problem horra.
Miyan : Aisa?? Bhaito thodi dher.
Me : Arey jaldi jaana hey yaaron. Lele.
Miyan: Kya hero tension lera tu . De idhar. Kya problem hain.
Me: Pata nahin. Detect nahi hora.
Miyan: Acha teekh hain. Saab ko dikhana padega. (Then came the moment)
Saab ye hard diks to dekho. Koyi problem hain.
(again looking at me):Poora Hyderabad main sabhi ke Hard Diksaa se problem hain boss. Poore karrab ho jaare. Pehle tho Kirrak chal rahe the. 24 hours. Abhi tho dho dho minute ko problem aara.
I just couldn't stop myself. I had to laugh out . And i did.
Miyan: Kya hua boss. Hasre tum.
Me: "Diksaa nahi anna. Diskaa bolte. Hard Disk." smiling.
Miyan: Arey kuch bhi anna. Hum school jaake English, 123 nahi seekhe anna. Sirf 143 aata humko.
Teekh hain. Kal aajana lene ke liye.
Me : "Teekh hain." still smiling.
Miyan: " Anna. ye try karo ek bar. ye" trying to touch his nose with his tongue. "Subah se nayi hora"
Me : " Arey! choD hero. Mere se nahi hota. Kal aata hu phir"
Miyan :" Ok kal aajana. Pakka teekh kar doonga aapka Diks ko"
It was a thoughtful way back home. "123 nahi seekhe anna. Sirf 143 aata humko" meant so much. His bonhomie meant so much. The last few hours of my life sure seemed more interesting than the rest of it. And i still was trying to touch my nose with my tongue as i got off my car.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Ahmedabad-->Hyderabad-->???
It feels like eternity since i left DA-IICT on the 12th of May. Life's bloody boring and there's nothing much you can do about it. You don't really miss college until you have actually left the place once in for all. The night outs, the LAN, the playground, the canteen, the gossip , the friends. All gone in one day. There have been times when i doubted if would blog again; because college had so much to do with my posts and my life in general. Nostalgia hits me and it hits me hard. As if this wasn't enough i came to know i won't get my caution deposit ( that i paid 4 years back) back because i didn't submit my ID, my table keys and the bird-flue clearance certificate. Weird are the rules of college i thought.
Back in Hyderabad things are; there is no pretty way of putting this; BAD : " Bored and Almost Dead " i call it. Why "Almost "?? Because "The wonder Years" and the pretty girl in our neighborhood are making me feel just about OK. I realised my summer was going nowhere just looking at that girl and so decided to hit some happening multiplexes in the city. One of the places where girls where minnies and those "Sania" T-shirts with naughty one liners on them. I love reading what's written across their T but am afraid to look long enough to make it out. I tried reading a couple but all i could manage was
"Don't........."
"Look.........." and
"Perverts..."
on three girl shirts. Some message there but i am not going to give up so easily. Not at all. So what do i do??? Go to those girls and say "I can do this without your permission, but could i read what's on your tee?". You couldn't ask more from a guy , could you?? But wait. That is not what i did. Instead i decided to crash into a rip-me-off mall to check out all the female Tees. I had to find out. I just had to. I lost my sense of embarrassment those three hours when i dug into every possible T-shirt that had something written on it. Though i couldn't find the exact lines but i now know all the lines that could be printed on a female shirt. Well, almost.
I came back home, caught up with some break-the-headlight-cricket in the parking lot . The lines kept ringing in the head. "Speed breakers ahead" , "Careful . Slippery " and stuff. So to distract myself i switched on the television only to learn it was JEE results that day. Coaching institutes virtually roadblocked all channels with their advertisements. Their hyperbole was, i knew for one, inaccurate. I have always maintained that i was against corporate colleges in Andhra Pradesh and i feel even more strongly now. And what have i read today?. Narayana Coaching Centre is coming up with "IIT Schools " to train students for JEE from class 6. Yes, you read it right. Class 6. Absolute bull-shit i say. As a student who went through the coaching grind for the JEE i know what it takes to crack the JEE. It's ludicrous to say you will train them from class 6. They raise a four storeyed building in the most crowded of streets. The schools have no playground, no great extra cirriculars but extended "Study Hours". 8 to 5. Imagine. They rob you of any hint of creativity you have but they will teach you "numbers in a relativistic frame" . And if this 6th grade thing happens, i am sure they'll be tearing down the concept of school education. To put it simply: They are robbing you of your childhood.
Enough of them .Got a little carried away having just read the newspaper. So that's all i wanted to write and one more thing ; you’re missing part of the show if you’re skipping the Comments. Things happen in there! Oh, man, do things happen in there! Go join the party!!!!
Back in Hyderabad things are; there is no pretty way of putting this; BAD : " Bored and Almost Dead " i call it. Why "Almost "?? Because "The wonder Years" and the pretty girl in our neighborhood are making me feel just about OK. I realised my summer was going nowhere just looking at that girl and so decided to hit some happening multiplexes in the city. One of the places where girls where minnies and those "Sania" T-shirts with naughty one liners on them. I love reading what's written across their T but am afraid to look long enough to make it out. I tried reading a couple but all i could manage was
"Don't........."
"Look.........." and
"Perverts..."
on three girl shirts. Some message there but i am not going to give up so easily. Not at all. So what do i do??? Go to those girls and say "I can do this without your permission, but could i read what's on your tee?". You couldn't ask more from a guy , could you?? But wait. That is not what i did. Instead i decided to crash into a rip-me-off mall to check out all the female Tees. I had to find out. I just had to. I lost my sense of embarrassment those three hours when i dug into every possible T-shirt that had something written on it. Though i couldn't find the exact lines but i now know all the lines that could be printed on a female shirt. Well, almost.
I came back home, caught up with some break-the-headlight-cricket in the parking lot . The lines kept ringing in the head. "Speed breakers ahead" , "Careful . Slippery " and stuff. So to distract myself i switched on the television only to learn it was JEE results that day. Coaching institutes virtually roadblocked all channels with their advertisements. Their hyperbole was, i knew for one, inaccurate. I have always maintained that i was against corporate colleges in Andhra Pradesh and i feel even more strongly now. And what have i read today?. Narayana Coaching Centre is coming up with "IIT Schools " to train students for JEE from class 6. Yes, you read it right. Class 6. Absolute bull-shit i say. As a student who went through the coaching grind for the JEE i know what it takes to crack the JEE. It's ludicrous to say you will train them from class 6. They raise a four storeyed building in the most crowded of streets. The schools have no playground, no great extra cirriculars but extended "Study Hours". 8 to 5. Imagine. They rob you of any hint of creativity you have but they will teach you "numbers in a relativistic frame" . And if this 6th grade thing happens, i am sure they'll be tearing down the concept of school education. To put it simply: They are robbing you of your childhood.
Enough of them .Got a little carried away having just read the newspaper. So that's all i wanted to write and one more thing ; you’re missing part of the show if you’re skipping the Comments. Things happen in there! Oh, man, do things happen in there! Go join the party!!!!
Monday, April 16, 2007
Gyan unlimited
So looks like i am back to my blogging habit. Feel like blogging whenever I have time. The feedback hasn’t been great though. Some of them have complained my posts have become too much nonsense and have begun calling it an all-fart-no-shit-blog. So here I am to ensure there’s more shit from now on and i hope you won't call it “Shitty” then.
Back to business. It’s my last month at DA-IICT. These four years have been heavenly. Absolute bliss. I should tell you I’ll miss all the Jeep rides here in Gandhinagar. The private transport works quite effectively here . You have jeeps designed to carry 12 people and which will depart as soon as 18 people have boarded. The gear-seat is the most exciting and one may pay an extra two rupees for it. Gear-seat is where you sit beside the driver with your legs on either side of the gear handle . Every time the driver changes gear all you can do is close your eyes and hope; like Bobli puts it; " the singular doesn’t hit the plural”. It used to be great fun and I’ll miss it. Miss you and your jeep, taxi bhaiyya .
Like I told you the only three things that have been kept me busy all this semester are Cricket, Football and instant messaging. Football is getting exciting these days with Chelsea not making it easy for us United fans and add to that all the exciting spot-the-ball contests on ESPN-STAR. I have been trying to formulate an algorithm to spot the ball, applicable universally to all the pictures, all the sports and I am happy to tell you , I have cracked it. And as my blog readers you will be the first few to know it and you can proudly tell your grandchildren that you were among the first ones to learn the STB (Spot the Ball) algorithm. Over to the algorithm now.
Step 1: Look at the picture
Step 2: See who’s the player
Step 3: Now comprehend the grid. For example .B-2 is the top left square of the grid.
Step 4: Look closely at the player
Step 5: Now more closely
Step 6 :If you find the ball ,continue to next step ,else goto Step 4
Step 7: Verify if it’s the player’s middle. Ya exactly, in our example it must be G-8.
Step 8: Go do a celebration run
So there you have, the invaluable algorithm. Next time you just have to spot “them” and you can a win a free trip to Rome.
Our next "Gyan" topic is instant messaging. After the birth of the SMS lingo and then the IM lingo we now have the LOL lingo often used by girls while chatting. If you haven’t heard of anything like this then you are not alone. Let me explain.The LOL language has only one word . Yes, the single word “LOL”. People convey everything with just this one word. There’s one girl whom I chat with who speaks this language. It works like this.
LOL (Hi)
LOL (Laugh Out Loud)
LOL (I am doin gud)
LOL (Shut up you sexual pervert)
LOL (All male bastards are like that)
LOL (Now stop bugging me. Get lost you arse)
LOL (K then . I’m leaving. Please don’t buzz me ever again)
LOL (BYE. TC. GN. DIE)
So without ever saying anything they do convey many things. Now you know what excessive usage of LOL means. Oye!!! The LOL- girl is online. Have to buzz her. All’s fair as long she looks good. No? So, I have to leave but before I do; don’t miss me winning some big bucks on CNBC-TV18 on Saturday (21.4.07) 6:00 PM and the repeat telecast the next day (22.4.07) 5:30 PM. Bye then. :)
Back to business. It’s my last month at DA-IICT. These four years have been heavenly. Absolute bliss. I should tell you I’ll miss all the Jeep rides here in Gandhinagar. The private transport works quite effectively here . You have jeeps designed to carry 12 people and which will depart as soon as 18 people have boarded. The gear-seat is the most exciting and one may pay an extra two rupees for it. Gear-seat is where you sit beside the driver with your legs on either side of the gear handle . Every time the driver changes gear all you can do is close your eyes and hope; like Bobli puts it; " the singular doesn’t hit the plural”. It used to be great fun and I’ll miss it. Miss you and your jeep, taxi bhaiyya .
Like I told you the only three things that have been kept me busy all this semester are Cricket, Football and instant messaging. Football is getting exciting these days with Chelsea not making it easy for us United fans and add to that all the exciting spot-the-ball contests on ESPN-STAR. I have been trying to formulate an algorithm to spot the ball, applicable universally to all the pictures, all the sports and I am happy to tell you , I have cracked it. And as my blog readers you will be the first few to know it and you can proudly tell your grandchildren that you were among the first ones to learn the STB (Spot the Ball) algorithm. Over to the algorithm now.
Step 1: Look at the picture
Step 2: See who’s the player
Step 3: Now comprehend the grid. For example .B-2 is the top left square of the grid.
Step 4: Look closely at the player
Step 5: Now more closely
Step 6 :If you find the ball ,continue to next step ,else goto Step 4
Step 7: Verify if it’s the player’s middle. Ya exactly, in our example it must be G-8.
Step 8: Go do a celebration run
So there you have, the invaluable algorithm. Next time you just have to spot “them” and you can a win a free trip to Rome.
Our next "Gyan" topic is instant messaging. After the birth of the SMS lingo and then the IM lingo we now have the LOL lingo often used by girls while chatting. If you haven’t heard of anything like this then you are not alone. Let me explain.The LOL language has only one word . Yes, the single word “LOL”. People convey everything with just this one word. There’s one girl whom I chat with who speaks this language. It works like this.
LOL (Hi)
LOL (Laugh Out Loud)
LOL (I am doin gud)
LOL (Shut up you sexual pervert)
LOL (All male bastards are like that)
LOL (Now stop bugging me. Get lost you arse)
LOL (K then . I’m leaving. Please don’t buzz me ever again)
LOL (BYE. TC. GN. DIE)
So without ever saying anything they do convey many things. Now you know what excessive usage of LOL means. Oye!!! The LOL- girl is online. Have to buzz her. All’s fair as long she looks good. No? So, I have to leave but before I do; don’t miss me winning some big bucks on CNBC-TV18 on Saturday (21.4.07) 6:00 PM and the repeat telecast the next day (22.4.07) 5:30 PM. Bye then. :)
Friday, March 30, 2007
New Week. New post
It's time i started putting down things on a paper before i forget them. Every time i sit down to write something, the only thing i can recollect is that i had peed four minutes back. Nothing else. It's usually then that i sit down to blog. Early in the morning , fresh air and peaceful music. You get what i mean, right??
It's that time of the year when you are motivated to do nothing at all except to see Ireland play England in the Cricket world cup and hope you don't fall asleep like all the other spectators in the stadium. Probably cricket is the only game where spectators sleep and half the players are busy reading about Rakhi Sawant (Ohh! I absolutely love her) in the newspapers while the match is on.It's a nasty thing to say as a captain of the college cricket side but is it not the Indian team's fault ?? There you go people.That is where you are wrong .No, it's not the Indian team's mistake. I have great respect for them. What was their fault after all?? They rescued all the office-goers from reaching their offices late and in the process rescued these people from the desert of unemployment and delivered them to the promised land of working thus helping the nation keep-up it's productivity. So, let's appreciate their sacrifice and stand by them and their families in these trying times. I am standing by Zaheer's girlfriend . Yes! that Kisna girl. And you??
While you think that up ,let's discuss that Srilankan bowler who looks extremely weird and releases the ball at weird angles - Moohmelelo Malinga. No Lasith Malinga. What a bowler?? The Dennis Rodman of world cricket. The batsmen simply can't stand him, so much so that they
are willing to give away four wickets in four balls. By the way talking about Lasith , the largest read English daily on this planet - TOI had this to say about him on their front page which in general parlance is known as Page 3 .
Clearly their tag line must be- Times of India, we don't read it ourselves. And one more thing before i forget ; listen to A R Rehman's new English number "Pray for me, Brother". Though i personally feel the video sucks i am kind of liking the song. I am getting bored to death these days with the college administration deciding to block all instant messengers . They claim chatting eats up 30% of our free time which we could use to write softwares like Gtalk and Orkut like the employees at google do in their free time at office. What they do not realise is , it only makes us watch 30% more porn. Nothing much otherwise. I doubt that is what happens at google too. [:P].
So without wasting much of my 30% extra free time. I take leave. Bye. [:)]
P.S: Din proof read it. Don blame me for all those mistakes.
It's that time of the year when you are motivated to do nothing at all except to see Ireland play England in the Cricket world cup and hope you don't fall asleep like all the other spectators in the stadium. Probably cricket is the only game where spectators sleep and half the players are busy reading about Rakhi Sawant (Ohh! I absolutely love her) in the newspapers while the match is on.It's a nasty thing to say as a captain of the college cricket side but is it not the Indian team's fault ?? There you go people.That is where you are wrong .No, it's not the Indian team's mistake. I have great respect for them. What was their fault after all?? They rescued all the office-goers from reaching their offices late and in the process rescued these people from the desert of unemployment and delivered them to the promised land of working thus helping the nation keep-up it's productivity. So, let's appreciate their sacrifice and stand by them and their families in these trying times. I am standing by Zaheer's girlfriend . Yes! that Kisna girl. And you??
While you think that up ,let's discuss that Srilankan bowler who looks extremely weird and releases the ball at weird angles - Moohmelelo Malinga. No Lasith Malinga. What a bowler?? The Dennis Rodman of world cricket. The batsmen simply can't stand him, so much so that they
are willing to give away four wickets in four balls. By the way talking about Lasith , the largest read English daily on this planet - TOI had this to say about him on their front page which in general parlance is known as Page 3 .
"The paceman with the low-slung round-arm action, bleach-blond hair and eyebrow ring dismissed Shaun Pollock, Andrew hall, Jacques Kallis and Makhaya Ntini in an INCREDIBLE LANKAN VICTORY in the super eight match here."
Clearly their tag line must be- Times of India, we don't read it ourselves. And one more thing before i forget ; listen to A R Rehman's new English number "Pray for me, Brother". Though i personally feel the video sucks i am kind of liking the song. I am getting bored to death these days with the college administration deciding to block all instant messengers . They claim chatting eats up 30% of our free time which we could use to write softwares like Gtalk and Orkut like the employees at google do in their free time at office. What they do not realise is , it only makes us watch 30% more porn. Nothing much otherwise. I doubt that is what happens at google too. [:P].
So without wasting much of my 30% extra free time. I take leave. Bye. [:)]
P.S: Din proof read it. Don blame me for all those mistakes.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Finally....
First things first. If you ever thought there was anything real about World Cup Cricket, let me tell you a secret: There isn't. And if you ever thought there was anything real about my telling you that i had no time to blog , let me tell you another secret: I bluffed successfully. So after hajaar questions, a 'D' grade , five beaches and a couple of months i am blogging again.
I lived half my life traveling in the last two months. First it was NIT Surat , where we attended a couple of quizzes . The experience of traveling to NIT Surat was good except that i had to sit next to the toilet in the general compartment and look at the guy who was reading a photocopy of a newspaper. Weird!! Coming back to the quizzes we managed podium finishes in both the quizzes . Second and third in the two quizzes to be precise.
Next was TATA crucible about which i have flaunted enough. People have begun referring to me as " that ass who carries his winners' cheque to the bathroom". So i have decided not to talk about it.
Instead i'll finish this thing on quizzes with some interesting trivia:
Q) Which brand of condoms is banned in Russia?
A) "Put In" [:P]
Recent study showed that 100% of men are unhappy with the number of girls in their friends-list. Unfortunately, it was my study, and it consisted only of asking myself, but the point is these things compel you to go on a vacation to a place where you can find bikini-clad women , a lot of alcohol and briefs for twenty rupees. So we set out to goa. In the train it was great fun as usual with a couple of cute little girls in our cubicle singing :
Aa meena (clap clap clap) katta meena
singa song (clap clap clap) dance a dance (clap clap clap)
husha busha we all fall down (slap the boy in front)
(giggles)
or something like that. I used to sing that with my niece except that we mutually agreed there would be no slapping and stuff. So where were we? Yes, Goa. . Smirnoff, Bacardi, water sports and a United win followed and I lost some weight , colour and a wallet in the process. After what was a great vacation i had to give my BTech project presentation. As i expected ,got a 'D' . My first in a technical course. I should mention i have a very encouraging mentor. So encouraging that he would actually yell " C'mon PSR . C'mon .You can do it", when he wants you to smile for a photograph .
Then off to Bombay i went , i saw and had some great food at Leopold's cafe.
So those were the things that kept me busy these many days. That's it for the updates but until we meet again, let's not forget the lessons we've learned together:
1. Don't take anyone seriously when one says he has a secret to tell. In all probability will confess he didn't wear his underwear, like one of my friends did at Goa.
2. Do not buy your shorts for twenty bucks.
3. Never regret a bad grade. Just go blast that professor on his head. It must be very satisfying.
4. Make it a point to visit this blog every week from now on.
I lived half my life traveling in the last two months. First it was NIT Surat , where we attended a couple of quizzes . The experience of traveling to NIT Surat was good except that i had to sit next to the toilet in the general compartment and look at the guy who was reading a photocopy of a newspaper. Weird!! Coming back to the quizzes we managed podium finishes in both the quizzes . Second and third in the two quizzes to be precise.
Next was TATA crucible about which i have flaunted enough. People have begun referring to me as " that ass who carries his winners' cheque to the bathroom". So i have decided not to talk about it.
Instead i'll finish this thing on quizzes with some interesting trivia:
Q) Which brand of condoms is banned in Russia?
A) "Put In" [:P]
Recent study showed that 100% of men are unhappy with the number of girls in their friends-list. Unfortunately, it was my study, and it consisted only of asking myself, but the point is these things compel you to go on a vacation to a place where you can find bikini-clad women , a lot of alcohol and briefs for twenty rupees. So we set out to goa. In the train it was great fun as usual with a couple of cute little girls in our cubicle singing :
Aa meena (clap clap clap) katta meena
singa song (clap clap clap) dance a dance (clap clap clap)
husha busha we all fall down (slap the boy in front)
(giggles)
or something like that. I used to sing that with my niece except that we mutually agreed there would be no slapping and stuff. So where were we? Yes, Goa. . Smirnoff, Bacardi, water sports and a United win followed and I lost some weight , colour and a wallet in the process. After what was a great vacation i had to give my BTech project presentation. As i expected ,got a 'D' . My first in a technical course. I should mention i have a very encouraging mentor. So encouraging that he would actually yell " C'mon PSR . C'mon .You can do it", when he wants you to smile for a photograph .
Then off to Bombay i went , i saw and had some great food at Leopold's cafe.
So those were the things that kept me busy these many days. That's it for the updates but until we meet again, let's not forget the lessons we've learned together:
1. Don't take anyone seriously when one says he has a secret to tell. In all probability will confess he didn't wear his underwear, like one of my friends did at Goa.
2. Do not buy your shorts for twenty bucks.
3. Never regret a bad grade. Just go blast that professor on his head. It must be very satisfying.
4. Make it a point to visit this blog every week from now on.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
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