tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-229681022024-03-07T09:22:56.072+05:30Gibberish from a gibbererAnything that interests me, a nondescript twenty something from Goa...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger231125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22968102.post-66330168576928008892010-01-19T20:56:00.001+05:302010-01-19T20:57:11.284+05:30Revival is in the house...I hate the default font here... What happened to Tahoma? Sans Serif? and all the other nice fonts?<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Trebuchet is the best one of the lot. Time for a blog update.I know the blog is dead. Long dead and gone. But every once in a while, it does seem worthwhile to breathe some life into it. Even if there is nothing to say. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22968102.post-60415860599119582132009-05-31T15:55:00.003+05:302009-05-31T16:11:34.111+05:30It must have been love, but is it over now??When I read <a href="http://saltwaterblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-quite-interesting-way-women-look-at.html">SwB's post</a> about sports, my mind raced back to when I was young. Maybe like 7 or 8 years. When sports was nothing but pure passion.<br /><br />When the walls had posters (courtesy Sportstar) of Roberto Baggio, Valderrama, Careca, Canniggia and Enzo Scifo! When I did not talk to mom and skipped breakfast after she did not wake me up to watch Argentina play Romania in the 1990 World Cup! When Argentina's losing to Germany in the 1990 WC Finals and seeing Maradona's tears made me want to thrash Mathhaeus and Voeller.<br /><br />There was a time when waking up at 4 am to watch Srikkanth and Shastri take on McDermott and Reid and Marshall and Patterson in Australia was routine. When the only one who used to watch cricket in my 3rd standard class was a guy called Chetan.<br /><br />There was a time when each time Sabatini lost to Graf, the hurt was so much that tears would fill up and flow much to my embarassment! When watching the semis and finals of the French Open and Wimbledon was always accompanied by the sound of pouring rain and when any sport that was shown live on Doordarshan was devoured compulsorily.<br /><br />When the highlight of Saturday was World of Sports at 3.30 in the afternoon and when sports like billiards and golf and equestrian were watched with zeal just because they were sports and were on TV. And when watching the Rovers Cup finals live on Doordarshan meant less marks in the midterm Dictation exam the next day. There was a time when the sole ambition in life was to play doubles with Leander Paes in the Davis Cup.<br /><br />That same magic is not there anymore. Maybe Cristiano Ronaldo can never be Diego Maradona. And the joy of watching Kapil Dev and Manoj Prabakhar bowl to Kepler Wessels and Andrew Hudson is not the same as watching Manish Pandey's heroics in the IPL. But maybe its gone. That love for the game that came above everything else. Maybe I am a spoiled fan now. Because now, at the click of a button, I can check the cricket scores and the football scores and the tennis scores in less than a minute. Keeping track of sports across channels robs the charm and the thrill of watching a sport as though your future depended on the result. Watching sports on DD meant undivided attention. Nothing else came in the way, No meal times or phone calls or fights for the remote or the guilty feeling of not having prepared for the exams. It was a simple uncomplicated world where nothing else came before sports on TV.<br /><br />Times have changed. Now I see kids in Man U jerseys rattle off the names in the EPL at the drop of a hat. They know who Paul Conchesky is and which club he is playing for and what position. And I make a mental note of googling <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Konchesky">Paul Conchesky</a> because I am too embarassed to say I have no idea who the guy is. When I was their age, no one in my class was as crazy as I was. No one cared about Maradona and no one knew who Sabatini was. In the 6th standard, I was asked to frame a set of questions for the class on sports. It was raining, so PE class meant doing something indoors like a sports quiz where all the 5 rows were seperate teams was and I asked what I thought would be easy questions. Much to my amazement, not many knew what was going on. The tables have turned now. When friends discuss sports, I am forced to pretend that I know who the men's singles number 1 is, which team Ryan Harris plays for, and who is the captain of the men's hockey team. When everyone discusses Formula One, I have to keep quiet because I dont know the F of Formula One.<br /><br />The lesson is, I guess, this - When you love something with all you have, never lose touch with it. Else, its a hard long road to get back to where you once were. The same passion, the same magic and the same nothing else matters attitude. Its gone and I dont know whether I will get it back.<br /><br />P. S. -> I miss blogging. I miss the world of the blogs. I have missed out on all the blogs I once used to religiously read everyday. I am getting a hang of what all I have missed out as I read the posts on Swb's blog. Its a lesson for me to never lose track of the blog world. Because sometimes when you can relate and identify with bloggers and have no contact with them except through their blogs, its a pain once you stop checking your Google Reader feeds and you realise you have lost touch with those people. So now on, no more ignoring Google Reader. My favourite blogs which I have missed the most - <a href="http://saltwaterblues.blogspot.com/">Swb</a>, <a href="http://mizohican.blogspot.com/">Mizohican</a>, <a href="http://katchucrap.blogspot.com/">Katchucrap</a>, <a href="http://www.indiauncut.com/">India Uncut</a> and many many more. I have missed you. Also, I will post here more often. With all my willpower and might. I will try to.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22968102.post-31562288929754054952009-04-07T17:24:00.002+05:302009-04-07T17:50:01.326+05:30Some random and (very) stray observationsSo many reality shows on TV. MTV Splitsvilla is great if you love to check out fights on the street between two random people. MTV Roadies is great if you are an adult but your brain is still 8 years old. If you are into dance and you get kicks by watching people dance in outrageous costumes, then I suggest you don’t sleep for more than 3 hours a day because there are reality dance shows all the time. There is something called In Your Fest. Do check it out. It is extreme crap. Next thing, cookery shows on music channels. Presenting VJ Juhi’s culinary delights on Channel V’s Red Hot Chilli Peppers every Saturday at 11.30 a.m. By the time it boils, you check out this cool track – The latest bollywood movie song played for the ten thousandth time. Launchpad is the only saving grace right now, but I dread the day when Launchpad will have to hunt for bands. Good bands take years to develop, and a launchpad every year will mean bad bands and crap music that will be polished and decorated for television.<br /><br /><br />Elections, the biggest reality show, are hitting the house this month. Channel V is running a campaign called “Vote ya Vaat”. The idea is simple, you vote or else you will be in a very bad shape because this very cruel, evil government will be elected and you will be persecuted and left deformed and malfunctioning beyond any hope of repair. There was a time when the campaigns would go “VOTE FOR ME” and now they take the easy way out and just about everyone says “GO VOTE”. Politicians come on Channel V – self proclaimed youth icons – and ask you to vote. I suspect they cut the part where they say “For Me” and just show the first part where they say “Vote”. Times of India – that great epitome of freedom, justice and equality – have gotten into the act with some Lead India type campaign. I have made up my mind. I will vote. Hence, we will get a clean, honest and efficient government this time. Obviously. Don’t vote for change, and don’t vote for an upset, just go and vote.<br /><br /><br />My favourite sporting nation has always been Argentina, thanks to Maradona and Sabatini. Now, Argentina lost to Bolivia 1-6 on April fool’s Day. It was soccer (not tennis) but then besides the inauspicious day (any astrologer would agree), I feel it was the altitude that got to the Argentineans. Playing in La Paz is no joke, and although Bolivia is ranked 50 places below Argentina in the FIFA rankings, they are the number one team when you play in La Paz. Teach the Bolivians to hold a bat, and they will give the Indian team a run for their money in cricket atop La Paz.<br /><br /><br />Maneka Gandhi has been in the news lately, thanks to Varun Gandhi and Mayawati. I used to get moved by the tales of cruelty towards animals narrated by Maneka Gandhi on TV in the series called “Heads and Tails”. It was touching, but it did not change my life (or my non-veg diet) and I did not fall in love with animals. At home, we never had pets when I was small. Maybe that’s why I was and I still am, indifferent to the two pets we have right now – a dog and a cat. My sis is into pets big time and hence the pets exist. The cat is no problem. We have had a pet cat for quite some time now. When one cat would die, my sister would get another. Almost like recycling. Cats don’t bark. Dogs do. And the one pet dog we have, does bark loud and for no reason. That is one reason I am not very appreciative of the pet dog. For some reason, he starts howling and screaming in the middle of nothing. It’s not like he has seen a stranger or something unfamiliar. Maybe it’s his innate desire to get some attention in this world where everyone is so focussed on avoiding pink slips amidst the economic meltdown. But I don’t get it. Why does the dog make dumb, loud, crazy noises when everything else around is still? One more reason the cat scores is the fact that she does not come near you sniffing your feet in anticipation of an egg coming out of your toes any moment. The dog does. Now I love my pet dog as long as he stays away from me. I have this ‘you live and let me live’ policy. It can be also interpreted as a ‘you leave me alone and I leave you alone’ policy. The dog does not get it.<br /><br /><br />And yeah, the good old lady Madonna has been stopped from adopting another baby from Malawi. I don’t think she is doing the right thing by adopting a second baby from the same country. Just for kicks, she should be asked to adopt from some other country. There is Djibouti, Chad, Niger, Cameroon, Lesotho and many countries to choose from. Madonna is a funny one. If you are a young woman, Madonna will smooch you. If you are older, she probably wants you as a nanny. If you are a child, Madonna will adopt you. And if you are a guy, she might marry you. Okay, if you are a young guy, she might be looking at just a brief fling. But still wherever you go, Madonna may get you. She always is in the papers or somewhere near you. Omnipresent, I say.<br /><br /><br />Remember Jack and the beanstalk? If you ever make a movie on the story, remember to cast Dev Patel as the beanstalk. By the way, the beanstalk is dating the 4th sexiest woman in the world. Wow! Imagine the fate of Frieda Pinto’s classmates at St. Xavier’s. I’m sure some of them were thinking of Megan Fox and Angelina Jolie when the 4th sexiest woman in the world was sitting next to them in class. The most important lesson from it all – never ignore any girls in your vicinity, you never know when they might climb up on the sexy rating scale (whatever that is!)<br /><br /><br />It will be time to bid adieu to Goa soon. Just when I am getting into the groove, its Mumbai calling... bah!!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22968102.post-28850955066030318302009-03-28T17:51:00.002+05:302009-03-28T17:57:50.818+05:30Back....You can’t revive a blog whenever you want to. It either happens or it doesn’t. And right now, I am having one of those moments when you have stuff to say and you think it would be great if you could post a.k.a. vomit it on to your blog. I know it’s been ages since I last posted, but I haven’t been that busy really. Life has been interesting in the past year and a half or so when I’ve been away from the blog. So that means the only reason I haven’t posted is b’coz I am a lazy bum. We all are lazy bums, no? Now that I am home with almost nothing to do and I have stuff to say, I think it’s a good time to bring the blog back to life.<br /><br /><br />So you drag yourself out of bed at 5 am hoping to see New Zealand like 380/8 and you switch on the TV and you see 410/4 and you realise the difference between dreams and reality is as wide as it can ever be. There has been some criticism of Sehwag’s captaincy when it comes to field placements and bowling changes. It’s unfair to the guy, b’coz he never uses his brain when he bats and he cant be expected to use it when he fields. And when Yuvraj drops a dolly and someone as boring as Franklin hits 52 and a number of edges go thru the slip and gully region, its not really Sehwag’s fault. The real blame should be on Dhoni and Dhoni alone because if he was playing, things may have been different. The best part of the day’s cricket (if you are a sadist) is watching Charu Sharma and Arun Lal discuss the day’s play after stumps. I pity them. Poor guys have no clue what is happening and they are expected to discuss it for I think, like an hour, or maybe more. It’s like Atal Behari Vajpayee and Manmohan Singh discussing Salsa and Tango. Watching it for like 5 minutes proved to be too much for me, and I am glad someone invented the remote control and I am glad we have other TV Channels.<br /><br /><br />I finished the book <a href="http://www.rediff.com/getahead/2008/aug/11book.htm">‘You are here’</a>. It’s a funny name for a book. You are here. I’m sure the sequel will be called ‘You are there’ or ‘You have moved’ or better still ‘You are now here’. The author’s name is Meenakshi Reddy Madhavan. Seriously, that is the name. From the name, it sounds like she is either a Kathak danseuse or the author of some research paper titled ‘The study of the effects of algae on water purity in Lake Chihuamuhua’. I just realised that the book title “You are here” has 10 letters and the authors name has 22 letters. The book has Meenakshi Reddy Madhavan on all the pages. I do hope she has a shorter version of that name in real life. Imagine saying “Are you okay, Meenakshi Reddy Madhavan?” or “Would you like coffee or tea, Meenakshi Reddy Madhavan?” or hearing “Hello, Meenakshi Reddy Madhavan here”. But seriously, what’s in a name? I just found it funny that a book called You Are Here would have Meenakshi Reddy Madhavan on all its pages.The book is cool. It is not about all the women liberation and all the feminist gasbag talk. The best part about the book is that it is honest. There are parts of it I can identify with and a lot of it makes sense to me. Now if I can identify with something, it really must be something no? It’s not autobiographical or anything of that sort, and it’s not some story that goes on and on and ultimately ends, sometimes very abruptly. I used to read <a href="http://thecompulsiveconfessor.blogspot.com/">her blog</a> once upon a time, back in the days when I would religiously read everything in my Google reader, and the book is just an extension of her blog. Her blog is a great read, and the book although a toned down and fictionalised version, is also easy reading. It does get boring at times, but then everything does. Happy I finished the book. It’s one of the few books I have started and finished lately. The same goes for movies. I have never been a movie person. I start to watch a movie at home and I always end up not finishing it either because something more interesting comes up, or its gets so boring that I have to make something more interesting to please come up. The only movies I finish are ones that are watched in the movie hall.<br /><br /><br />I saw this band called Faridkot on Channel V Launchpad and I loved them. Check them out, the lead singer Inderpreet Singh is cool ...<br /><br /><br />P.S. As I type this, Arun Lal and Charu Sharma are back on TV. What happened to superheroes? Paging for Superman or Batman or Spiderman, someone needs to be rescued guys... help!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22968102.post-87379553268647341442008-06-29T09:01:00.002+05:302008-06-29T09:05:31.199+05:30Guitars<strong></strong><strong></strong> <div><strong></strong><br /></div> <div><strong>Why guitars are better than....</strong></div> <div> </div> <div>Men</div> <div>_________________</div> <div> </div> <div><br />* Guitars don't work late.<br />* Your Guitar stays as clean as you want it to.<br />* Guitars don't have parents or kids.<br />* Guitars don't get sick.<br />* Guitars don't get overweight, unless you like the Jumbo style.<br />* If you say bad things to your Guitar, you don't have to apologize before you play it again.<br />* Your Guitar always has time for you.<br />* Guitars don't watch TV.<br />* Guitars never need a shave, nor do they have hair on their backs.<br />* Guitars don't snore.<br />* Guitars don't leave a mess in the kitchen or bathroom.<br />* If you don't like the length of your Guitar's appendage you can get a new one.<br />* You can try out as many Guitars as you like before you get your own.<br />* You don't have to feed your Guitar.<br />* Guitars never argue, you are always right.<br />* Guitars never wake you up in the middle of the night, for any reason.<br />* Guitars never try to show you off to their friends.<br />* Guitars don't come home drunk after a night out with the other Guitars.<br />* Guitars don't sneak around with other Guitars.<br />* Guitars don't care what you look like or what your age is.<br />* Guitars don't care and don't comment about what you spend your money on.<br />* Guitars don't care if you have to work late.<br />* When you're playing, your Guitar doesn't care if other Guitars are bigger or better.<br />* Guitars don't care about their performance.<br />* Guitars don't get you pregnant.<br />* Guitars don't have mothers.<br />* When you've finished playing, you can put it away.<br />* You don't have to praise a Guitar after playing it.<br />* Guitars don't sulk.<br />* Guitars don't bore you.<br />* Guitars don't abandon you at gatherings for more interesting players.<br />* Guitars don't have to prove anything.<br />* Guitars don't try to change you once you've bought them.<br />* Guitars don't get jealous of your male colleagues.<br />* Guitars never interrogate you.<br />* Second-hand Guitars don't brag about previous owners.<br />* Second-hand Guitars don't go to see previous owners when you're out of town.<br />* You don't have to explain to a Guitar if you don't feel like playing tonight.<br />* Guitars never put you down, yet you can put them down whenever you wish.<br />* Guitars don't complain if you wear "sensible" clothes.<br />* Guitars don't have egos.<br />* Guitars don't need remote control units.<br />* When you're lost you don't have to argue with your Guitar about stopping to ask the band for directions.<br />* When your Guitar is being played too slow, you can speed up.<br />* When you need someone to play with, your Guitar is happy to accomodate.<br />* You buy the tools your Guitar needs; it doesn't buy tools that never get used.<br />* You don't have to continually assure your Guitar that its string length is just right.<br />* You determine the length and frequency of playing, and you're always in control.<br />* Your Guitar never finishes before you do.<br />* Your Guitar doesn't complain about your going out to dinner with your women friends rather than staying at home with it.<br />* You never get helpful suggestions from your Guitar's mother.<br />* Your Guitars will allow you to play it even on Super Bowl Sunday.<br />* Your Guitar never complains if you put on a few pounds.<br />* When your Guitar is dysfunctional you know how to get it fixed (and know that it can be fixed).<br />* Your Guitar will never earn more than you do for the same job just because it's a Guitar.<br />* Your Guitar never spends a "night out with the Guitars" and comes home with a strange rash on its fretboard.<br /><br />and last, but not least:<br /><br />* Your Guitar will never turn into a beer bellied blob of wood and metal on the couch in front of the TV.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>Why guitars are better than.....</strong> <hr style="color: rgb(137, 149, 155);" size="1"> <div> </div> <div>Women<br />_______________<br /><br />* Guitars don't get pregnant.<br />* You can play your Guitar any time of the month.<br />* Guitars don't have parents.<br />* Guitars don't whine... unless you want them to.<br />* You can share your Guitar with your friends.<br />* Guitars don't care how many other Guitars you've played<br />* Guitars don't care how many other Guitars you have.<br />* Guitars don't care if you look at other Guitars.<br />* Guitars don't care if you buy Guitar magazines.<br />* You'll never hear, "Surprise, you are going to proud father of a new Guitar" unless you go out to buy one yourself.<br />* If your Guitar is flat you can fix it.<br />* Your Guitar doesn't care if you never listen to it.<br />* Your Guitar won't care if you leave up the toilet seat.<br />* You don't have to be jealous of the guy who works on your Guitar.<br />* If you say bad things to your Guitar, you don't have to apologize before you play it again.<br />* You can play your Guitar as long as you want and it won't get sore.<br />* You can stop playing your Guitar as soon as you want and it won't get frustrated.<br />* Your parents won't remain in touch with your old Guitar after you dump it.<br />* Guitars don't get headaches.<br />* Guitars don't insult you if you're a bad player.<br />* Your Guitar never wants a night out with the other Guitars.<br />* Guitars don't care if you're late.<br />* You don't have to take a shower before you play your Guitar.<br />* If your Guitar doesn't look good you can refinish it or get new parts.<br />* You can play your Guitar the first time you meet it, without having to take it to dinner, see a movie<a style="text-decoration: underline ! important;" href="http://www.indianguitartabs.com/showthread.php?t=9114#" target="_blank"><span style="font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; color: blue ! important;color:blue;" ><span style="font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; color: blue ! important;"> </span></span></a>or meet its mother.<br />* The only protection you have to wear when playing your Guitar is a decent thumb pick.<br />* When in mixed company, you can talk about what a great time you had the last time you played your Guitar.<br /><br />and last, but not least:<br /><br />* If you decide to part with an old Guitar, you don't have to give up half of everything you own.</div> <div>__________________</div> <div> </div><br /></div> <p><strong> Source - Brian the brilliant<br /></strong></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22968102.post-37262090521977063062008-06-16T07:53:00.007+05:302008-06-21T16:14:13.114+05:30Tagged!!<p>After having blogged for about 875 years, i finally got tagged by Bachblue. This tag thingy is unfamiliar territory for me. So pray for me folks, i dont want to mess up on my first attempt. So here goes.. </p><p><strong>First the Rules for the Tag:</strong> </p><p>1. Link the person(s) who tagged you (<a href="http://bachblue.wordpress.com/">Bachblue</a>)<br />2. Mention these rules on your blog.<br />3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.<br />4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them.<br />5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged.</p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>The All Important Quirks Follow:</strong></p><p>1. Lets start with the bed - the one place i have always wanted others to think i am good. I snore. I sometimes talk in my sleep. And i practice my football skills by kicking a lot. I dont know if i wake up a better footballer, but i very often wake up alone. </p><p>2. I dont drink. Not even beer. Maybe a very rare glass of wine. I am very much Goan though.</p><p></p><p></p><p>3. I bite my nails. I use a nail-cutter only for my toe nails. Toe nails are hard to bite off. </p><p>4. I prefer traveling alone to places i have never been to. Usually, a new place to me is like an unopened gift wrapped in layers of presentation paper. When i am alone, the thought process is more intense, and i have discovered, i experience the sights and the sounds a lot more intensely. When i am alone, the wind blows harder at me, the dogs bark louder, the traffic noises seem louder and adventure of being in an unfamiliar environment is much more real. </p><p>5. I am an addicted blog reader. I subscribe to about 500 blogs. And i read each one. Not always every word, but most of them. It hurts to click on the 'Mark All As Read' button when i have not read blog posts. </p><p>6. I have never washed my own clothes. And I am 25. I will be moving in to the college campus this week, so that will be my first experience with washing clothes. I hope i have been blessed with some innate talent in this department. </p><p><br /><strong>Its Tag Time !!!</strong></p><p><strong></strong> </p><p><strong><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal">I tag </span></strong><a href="http://peliculasinmyhead.blogspot.com/">Monday's Child</a><strong><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal">, <a href="http://mizohican.blogspot.com/">Illusionaire</a>, <a href="http://dignifiedcow.blogspot.com/">Jerusha</a>, <a href="http://katchucrap.blogspot.com/">Kartik Kannan</a>, <a href="http://issacmj.blogspot.com/">IssacMJ</a>, and anyone else who is interested.</span><br /></strong></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22968102.post-22448747997820505292008-06-06T19:58:00.003+05:302008-06-06T20:16:40.956+05:30What if?Imagine yourself on a bus ride.<br /><br />You are enjoying the scenery and the cool breeze wafting in through the windows. A light drizzle has left the surroundings wet and green. Your eyes devour the beauty around. And then, the sights and the peace are interrupted by noise. There is commotion. Suddenly, someone tells you that you will die when the bus stops. Thats it. You will be shot when the bus stops and its no joke. You decide to fight back. You will not take it lying down. The bus stops. Gunshots are heard from the front, lost in the cacophony of wails and screams. Fighting back is a lost cause. Your heart sinks. Surrender and death is the only way out of this bus. You hear muffled prayers from the back. Reality dawns on you. You realize you are living the last few minutes of your life.<br /><br />You think of all the people you have ever met, the people you loved, the dreams left unrealized, the hopes left shattered. Your mind does not know what to do. The past is full of regrets and broken promises. The future is full of uncertainty. The present is hard to keep the mind on. But the present will be over soon.<br /><br />At this point, would you look back on your past and regret the fact that you haven't achieved anything worthwhile, and that you did not spend time with the people who mattered, doing what mattered?<br /><br />Or would you worry about what will happen to you after you die?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22968102.post-7029224882886208162008-05-31T17:00:00.000+05:302008-05-31T17:01:40.323+05:30Start Where You StandBy Berton Braley<br /><br />Start where you stand and never mind the past,<br />The past won't help you in beginning new,<br />If you have left it all behind at last<br />Why, that's enough, you're done with it, you're through;<br />This is another chapter in the book,<br />This is another race that you have planned,<br />Don't give the vanished days a backward look,<br />Start where you stand.<br /><br />The world won't care about your old defeats<br />If you can start anew and win success;<br />The future is your time, and time is fleet<br />And there is much of work and strain and stress;<br />Forget the buried woes and dead despairs,<br />Here is a brand-new trial right at hand,<br />The future is for him who does and dares,<br />Start where you stand.<br /><br />Old failures will not halt, old triumphs aid,<br />To-day's the thing, to-morrow soon will be;<br />Get in the fight and face it unafraid,<br />And leave the past to ancient history,<br />What has been, has been; yesterday is dead<br />And by it you are neither blessed nor banned;<br />Take courage, man, be brave and drive ahead,<br />Start where you stand.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22968102.post-68234759193158394692008-05-20T20:30:00.003+05:302008-05-20T20:43:39.431+05:30innovative media ideas hit Goa!!The Times Of India - Goa edition carried photos and a writeup of a 21st Birthday party on Page 3. Very innovative indeed. Brilliant ideas like these were what the Goan media were lacking until May 20, 2008 (today).<br /><br />It could be due to a lack of quality parties in Goa. Combined with a ready availability of too much paper and too much space.<br /><br />Better still would be a helpline where we could call them over to celebrate our events - the puppy dog's birthday, weddings of distant cousins, wedding anniversaries, house inaugurations, cross feasts and litanies :-)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22968102.post-61672945605915342262008-05-20T10:16:00.003+05:302008-05-20T10:20:56.032+05:30Hum do, hamare do..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBFYE5umzwdDwHI-b3ImiVLn2uZlavKqPtHTcXEnR_sIwhPZ3UmG_K-GcvsL3Vx4Y7avlbSJV-w-tBrUnu9O_Q_clqV4KGqMM-SeZqC5_HPrQuxM17trrY07KUE_dFVX9uEd_W/s1600-h/ash6.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBFYE5umzwdDwHI-b3ImiVLn2uZlavKqPtHTcXEnR_sIwhPZ3UmG_K-GcvsL3Vx4Y7avlbSJV-w-tBrUnu9O_Q_clqV4KGqMM-SeZqC5_HPrQuxM17trrY07KUE_dFVX9uEd_W/s400/ash6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202317560783728146" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://indiequill.wordpress.com/2008/05/19/aishwarya-rai-cannes/">Amrita has a nice post on Aishwarya Rai at Cannes</a>. I loved this picture. The family picture in Cannes. Amitabh looks lost, Abhishek looks like the face-saving father and Amar Singh looks like those family servants who accompany their masters to every function in town.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22968102.post-7655404322308194422008-05-20T09:33:00.004+05:302008-05-20T09:49:12.923+05:30Matrimonial ads from some of the most eligible folk in townGot the following email. Don't know if these are actual posts on Shaadi.com. But they are amusing enough. Have fun!<br /><br />Bravery awards should go those who can spent 3 hours on a 'date' with any of these posters.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">=====================================================</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">These are ads taken from shaadi.com - guys searching for brides.These</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">are actual ads on a matrimony site. Grammar and spell errors have no</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">place in a</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">profile description as everything is straight from the heart!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Disclaimer: I</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">am not responsible if you forget your basic grammar after reading</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">this.....~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ - </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Hello To Viewers My Name</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">is Shekhar , I am single i don't have female, If anyone want to Marie</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">to me u can visit to my home. I am not a good education but i working</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">all field in bangalroe.. if u like me u welcome to my heart...whenever</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">u want to meet pls visit my resident or send u letter.. Thanks yours</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Regards Shekhar ~*~</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">~i want very simple girl. from brahmin educated family from orissa</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">state she is also know about RAMAYAN, GEETA BHAGABATA, and other</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">homework</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">(Homework?)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Wants a woman who knows me better and can adjust with me forever. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">she may never create any difficulties in my life or her life by which the entire </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">life can run smoothly. thank you (The principle of running life smoothly was</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">never so easy!)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">she should be good looking and should have a service. she should have one</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">brother and one sister. she should be educated. (ain't it unique !! 1</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">brother 1 sister criteria)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">I am a happy-go-lucky kind of person. Enjoys every moments of life. I love to</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">make friendship. Because friendship is a first step of love. I am</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">looking for my dreamgirl who will love me more than i. Because i love</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">myself a lot.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">If u think that is u then why to late come on ........hold my hand</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">forever !!! (The dilwale dulhaniya</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">effect)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">~~~~i</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">am simple boy.I have lot of problem in my life because of my luck now i</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">am looking one gal she care me and love me lot lot lot (I don't know</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">why but this is one of my favorites)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">My wife should be as 'Shivani' as in Kahani Ghar Ghar Ki and as Tanwerr as</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">in KSBKBT...... (Ok I haven't seen these soaps but I am sure he must be</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">demanding too much,ain't he?)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">i want a girl with no drinks if she wants she can wear jeans in house</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">but while stepping out of house she should give respect to our cast (by</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">not wearing her jeans? Wat the freak...)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> I AM A GOOD LOKING BOY,WHO HAS THE CAPABILITY TO MAKE</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">ANY BODY TO LOUGH.I BELIEVE IN GOD AND ACCORDING TO ME FRIENDS ARE THE</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">REAL MESSENGER OF GOD. THE 3 THINGS I AM LOOKING FROM A GIRL ,THEY ARE</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">1.THEY MUST BELIEVE IN GOD.2. THEY HAVE TO LIKE MY PROFFESION AND THEY</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">SHOULD NOT GET BORED WITH ME WHEN I WILL TRY TO MAKE THEM LOUGH.(all of</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">us are loughing)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">~ whatever she may be but she should feel that she is going to be</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">someone bride and she must think of the future life if she is too like</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">this she would be called the woman of the lamp (I am clueless, I feel</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">so lost. Can anyone tell me what this boy wants)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> love my patner i marriage the patner ok i search my patner and i</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">love thepatner ok thik hai the patner has a graduate ok(I am again</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">clueless but I liked the use of "ok". The person is suffering from</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">"Ok-syndrome")</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">I am pran my family history my two brother two sister and Father&mother</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">sister complity marred (somebody please explain in comments section how</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">to get married 'completely'?)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">I am very simpel and hanest. i have three sister one brother and parent. iam</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">doing postal sarvice and tailor master my original resdence at</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">kalahandi diste naw iam staing at rayagada dist. (actually what is this</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">guy</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">doing?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Postal service or</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">tailor.??)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> my name is muhamad and i am unmarried. pleaes you marrige</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">me pleaes pleaes pleaes pleaes pleaes pleaes pleaes (height of</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">desperation!)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">I want one girl who love me or my mother. she love me heartly or she havea</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">frank she's skin colour 'normal'not a black or not a whitey. IThink the</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">main think is heart if your heart is beautiful then you are</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">beautiful.but iam not a handsome guy or not a good looking. but my Mom</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">say that Iam a good guy. My father already expired . THE CHOICE IS</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">YOUR. bye bye.(uttama</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">purushan)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">iam kanan. i do owo businas.one sistar.he was marred.(No comments)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">I AM LITTLE FAIR INDIAN COLOUR. I DON'T HAVE ANY HABIT.(maybe the poor</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">guy meant BAD habits)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> hello i am a good charactarised man. i want to run my life</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">happily.i divorced my first wife.her charactor is not good'. i expect</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">the good minded and clean habits girl who may be in the same caste or</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">other caste accepted ... (but credit cards not</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">accepted..???)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">i'm looking out for who lives in bombay , girl simple who trust me lot</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">should be roman catholic, LOVE ME ONLY. (Now that criterion is a must,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">isn't it?)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">to be married on jan-2006. working woman perferable(this guy has fixed the</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">marriage date too! But he is yet to find a bride.I wish him best of</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">luck on</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">behalf of all of us. I am sure he will get one soon.)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">I would like a beautyfull girl. and i do not want her any treasure.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">because girl is the maharani. (Now she is going to be a lucky girl! Any</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">takers?)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">failed three times and worked with privated ltd company which not paying</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">salary at present. (Any takers again?) -- DT</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22968102.post-19884226806047545032008-05-15T10:32:00.002+05:302008-05-15T10:34:31.194+05:30Dedicated to Mama<p>My Mother taught me about ANTICIPATION:<br />“Just wait until your father gets home.”</p> <p>My Mother taught me about RECEIVING:.<br />“You are going to get it when we get home!”</p> <p>My Mother taught me to MEET A CHALLENGE:<br />“What were you thinking? Answer me when I talk to you…Don’t talk back to me!”</p> <p>My Mother taught me LOGIC:<br />“Because I said so, that’s why.”<br />&<br />“If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you’re not going to the store with me.”</p> <p>My Mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE:<br />“If you don’t stop crossing your eyes, they are going to freeze that way.”</p> <p>My Mother taught me to THINK AHEAD:<br />“If you don’t pass your spelling test, you’ll never get a good job.”</p> <p>My Mother taught me ESP:<br />“Put your sweater on; don’t you think I know when you’re cold?”</p> <p>My Mother taught me HUMOR:<br />“When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don’t come running to me.”</p> <p>My Mother taught me how to BECOME AN ADULT:<br />“If you don’t eat your vegetables, you’ll never grow up.”</p> <p>My Mother taught me about SEX:<br />“How do you think you got here?”</p> <p>My Mother taught me about GENETICS:<br />“You’re just like your father.”</p> <p>My Mother taught me about my ROOTS:<br />“Do you think you were born in a barn?”</p> <p>My Mother taught me about WISDOM OF AGE:<br />“When you get to be my age, you will understand.”</p> <p>My Mother taught me about JUSTICE:<br />“One day you’ll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you. Then you’ll see what it’s like.”</p> <p>My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL:<br />“If you don’t straighten up, I’m going to knock you into the middle of next week!”</p> <p>My mother taught me FORESIGHT:<br />“Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you’re in an accident.”</p> <p>My mother taught me IRONY:<br />“Keep crying and I’ll *give* you something to cry about.”</p> <p>My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS:<br />“Shut your mouth and eat your supper!”</p> <p>My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM:<br />“Will you *look* at the dirt on the back of your neck!”</p> <p>My mother taught me about STAMINA:<br />“You’ll sit there until all that spinach is finished.”</p> <p>My mother taught me about WEATHER:<br />“It looks as if a tornado swept through your room.”</p> <p>My mother taught me how to solve PHYSICS PROBLEMS:<br />“If I yelled because I saw a meteor coming toward you, would you listen then?”</p> <p>My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY:<br />“If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a million times: Don’t Exaggerate!!!”</p> <p>My mother taught me THE CIRCLE OF LIFE:<br />“I brought you into this world, and I can take you out.”</p> <p>My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION:<br />“Stop acting like your father!”</p> <p>My mother taught me about ENVY:<br />“There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don’t have wonderful parents like you do!”</p>====================================<br /><br /><p>Found the above <a href="http://enit.wordpress.com/2008/05/14/dedicated-to-my-mom/">here</a><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22968102.post-12026351939816976372008-05-14T12:36:00.004+05:302008-05-15T10:32:16.572+05:30Dear Shah Rukh KhanDear Shah Rukh Khan,<br /><br />The Eden Gardens is not a Bollywood movie theatre. And Kolkata Knight Riders is not a film directed by Farah Khan. So if the Knight Riders dont do well and die away in the IPL, there is no way they will be resurrected from the dead.<br /><br />You can dance along the boundary ropes or in the stands with your cronies all you like but it still wont prevent your team from going down the drain. Your dancing and cheering does not cause your team to win, so cut the crap and move on.<br /><br />Shoaib Akhtar wont save you (and your team) and neither will NDTV. It is sport. Not some Karan Johar or Farah Khan movie where you are hero.<br /><br />As much as you are a hero in films, its high time you realise that life is a different ballgame.<br /><br />God bless you.<br /><br />P.S. - I would have been a Knight Riders fan but your excessive showmanship puts me and many others like me OFF bigtime. Go back to Panchvi Class mein fail or whatever that is or go back to doing films like Om Shanti Om and let us watch our cricket in peace.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22968102.post-8554951485340226232008-05-13T21:50:00.005+05:302008-05-13T23:38:07.605+05:30BackDearest Blog,<br /><br />I remember sitting at a computer and writing unintelligible bullcrap (also called code) for 9 hours a day. The whole process (called programming) was too monotonous for my wandering mind. I was well on my way to becoming a redundant IC on the motherboard of computer. That is when you came into my life. I looked forward to parking my thoughts on you. My mind farted on you all the undigested thoughts it had ruminated on. You took it all silently.<br /><br />I have good news. I am back.<br /><br />Whether you like it or not, my mind will continue to fart on you.<br /><br />Yours,<br />Me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22968102.post-81398950490643716882008-03-16T09:45:00.006+05:302008-03-16T10:08:27.995+05:30A few points to note after the Scarlett Keeling murderMuch has been said and written about the <a href="http://www.google.co.in/search?hl=en&client=firefox-a&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&hs=ZdP&sa=X&oi=spell&resnum=0&ct=result&cd=1&q=Scarlett+Keeling&spell=1">Scarlett Keeling murder</a> in Goa.<br /><br />A few observations from my end (I know a lot has been said already about the case, but i have to revive my blog)<br /><br />1) Much as we would like to blame this crime on outsiders (read as non-Goans), the culprits were very much Goan. So the hospitable and friendly Goans have darker shades to them and i am glad the world knows it well now.<br /><br />2) There exists a murky network between drug peddlers and cops. Drugs are easily available in Goa. That is the truth.<br /><br />3) Getting caught with their pants down in front of international media will not change the Goan cops. They are beyond repair.<br /><br />3) To the single female tourist - If you do not go out alone at 4 a.m. anywhere else in India because you think it is unsafe, why go out in Goa?<br /><br />4) To mothers of 15 year olds - You do not leave your 15 year olds alone in Goa. 15 year olds are never at fault. At 15, i wanted to try everything.<br /><br />5) There have been murders and rapes of foreigners before in Goa, which have gone unreported. Some have been passed off as suicide or drowning cases. The reason the Scarlett Keeling murder got front page attention was because her mother chose to fight and the national and international media paid attention.<br /><br />6) The press in Goa are a complete sham. Laughable. One of the three P's in Goa that compete with each other to be the prized puppets in the hands of the rich and powerful, the other two being the Politicians and the Police.<br /><br />=======================================================<br /><br />There are two many unanswered questions about the murder even after the Goa Police has claimed the case has been cracked. These questions will appear as headlines in the international media soon.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22968102.post-9333130373513096662008-03-14T09:41:00.001+05:302008-03-14T09:43:38.210+05:30All men are not like that<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://epaper.timesofindia.com/Repository/getimage.dll?path=MMIR/2008/03/09/31/Img/Pc0310800.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 234px;" src="http://epaper.timesofindia.com/Repository/getimage.dll?path=MMIR/2008/03/09/31/Img/Pc0310800.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22968102.post-27448902252370370212008-02-01T19:03:00.000+05:302008-02-01T19:08:38.266+05:3020-20 Cricket?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNIzBA2rydDd7nS80rIcwi2R6HdBTFjbuyF748ZzNCoKEV6CMSzhrm4qSjpjVyn2Z0vcmJCV_TO032AurJO86P6eXYtzRPYInSWShDkZjIhyphenhyphenIpcOjmZd0hxPg0eaf_eI3Oe63e/s1600-h/85978.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNIzBA2rydDd7nS80rIcwi2R6HdBTFjbuyF748ZzNCoKEV6CMSzhrm4qSjpjVyn2Z0vcmJCV_TO032AurJO86P6eXYtzRPYInSWShDkZjIhyphenhyphenIpcOjmZd0hxPg0eaf_eI3Oe63e/s400/85978.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162004862714550354" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Photo - Getty Images/CricinfoUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22968102.post-87119079811078911392008-01-23T19:27:00.000+05:302008-01-23T20:19:29.536+05:30Greedy meIn about nine hours from now, India take on hosts Australia at the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adelaide_Oval">Adelaide Oval</a>.<br /><br />The last time they were there 4 years ago, I was in the fifth semester of my computer engineering and had an exam in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CPU_design">Computer Hardware Design</a> that coincided with India's successful chase in the 4th innings. I decided to watch the match instead of studying. If i flunked the exam, i could take it again in 6 months. If India won the test match, i was not sure if i would ever get to see them win another test match in Australia. I got 9 marks out of 100 in the exam in a subject where i had scored 22 out of 25 in internal tests. It was worth the gamble. <a href="http://content-ind.cricinfo.com/ausvind/content/current/story/332903.html">India won</a>. I cleared the paper later.<br /><br />India <a href="http://content-ind.cricinfo.com/ausvind/engine/match/291353.html">won in Australia again last week</a>, this time in Perth. No exams this time. No bunking them either.<br /><br />For the next 5 days i will pray for another win. Greedy me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22968102.post-70779788197008031182007-12-17T18:29:00.000+05:302007-12-17T18:48:14.094+05:30ConfessionMaybe public confessions give you some kind of closure. Maybe they put you in place when you mess up. Maybe they make you feel so ashamed of what you have done that your inner resolve to never repeat the mistake turns things in the long run.<br /><br />I think its time to confess.<br /><br />Here goes.<br /><br />I had about 600+ unread items in Google Reader. I began the task of reading with enthusiasm but could not sustain the energy levels. I tried my best to finish but i could not. I know euthanasia is banned, but i did resort to the 'Mark All As Read' button.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22968102.post-70796288431677835432007-12-01T08:55:00.000+05:302007-12-17T18:26:42.441+05:30Excuse the crap and move onI have been busy with exams. I still have 3 more to go. But for now i am just plain bored. So here i blog. I think the hibernation is over. I think i am back to normal programming. But you never know.<br /><br />Blogging demands predictability - Predictability is boring - Hence, blogging is boring.<br /><br />But no, wait! At the micro- level, i think (with an almost uncluttered mind) - Nah forget it. A few random thoughts swirling through my mind at the moment<br /><br />To blog means to write. Write your own thoughts. Type what you feel in (long-winded) sentences giving the impression that you are one thinking specimen.<br /><br />But what happens when your fingers are too slow to type what your mind is thinking? Too slow to keep pace with the thoughts swirling inside? What if your fingers are still at point A and the mind has reached E? What if your mind does not have the space and time to save points B, C and D?<br /><br />B, C and D are lost. Now what? Anyways, i have no idea. I just think i have made my point. I think my fingers are too slow.<br /><br />I would like to end it here. I am just so bored. I thought i should post something here. So i typed this out. Excuse the crap and move on.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22968102.post-55605278209496913502007-10-05T18:07:00.000+05:302007-10-05T18:14:21.637+05:30Its all about counting your blessingsThose of you who take good cricket commentary for granted should watch the live telecast of the India v/s Australia on DD National.<br /><br />I love cricket commentators. And i take this opportunity to thank them all for NOT making a cricket match sound so intolerable unlike some of their peers on DD National.<br /><br />----------Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22968102.post-54769629699653244542007-10-04T07:51:00.000+05:302007-10-04T14:40:46.341+05:30Free Burma<!-- Free Burma! Image --><br /><a href="http://www.free-burma.org/" target="_blank"><img src="http://freeburma.s3.amazonaws.com/free_burma_06.jpg" alt="Free Burma!" border="0" /></a><br /><!-- End Free Burma! Image -->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22968102.post-34546139166024379062007-09-25T12:21:00.000+05:302007-09-25T12:36:09.774+05:30Change the music....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHdhCvBMBJDQ29Ffwpfefz4pv2MMes2Ja5RSU3TvZEkV634o6_Vid9_5og4NLj0_wFwcx-pM3longL4nvxdqlBJYinoCqQHJbGX0w5pBBbTGP78zUG9l-kcxLd9UbLP1TO-Lg1/s1600-h/champ5.1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 526px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHdhCvBMBJDQ29Ffwpfefz4pv2MMes2Ja5RSU3TvZEkV634o6_Vid9_5og4NLj0_wFwcx-pM3longL4nvxdqlBJYinoCqQHJbGX0w5pBBbTGP78zUG9l-kcxLd9UbLP1TO-Lg1/s400/champ5.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114033559581808626" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />This was the moment when a billion hearts stopped.<br />So did the music.<br /><br />But about one second later, the music resumed.<br /><br />Please stop playing that awful "Chak de India" song each time an India win is in sight. Please.<br /><br />The tune of the song reminds me of some of those 'golden oldies' - randomly composed songs with the choicest expletives for lyrics - that served as the anthems to be sung aloud by a bunch of croaking guys, to assert their supremacy and intimidate opponents at inter-school competitions.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22968102.post-45750076030368879312007-09-22T07:31:00.000+05:302007-09-22T08:00:06.705+05:30I am not the only one who needs reminders!I signed up for an email reminder from <a href="http://www.nationalgeographic.co.in/">National Geographic Channel</a> which meant i would get an email in my inbox that would remind me to watch an episode about the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indian_Airlines_Flight_814">hijacking of IC 814</a> and the hostage drama in Kandahar in the NGC series on <a href="http://www.nationalgeographic.co.in/explore/terrorism1/">Combating Terror</a>. The programme was to be aired at 9.00 am and the repeat show was scheduled to be shown at 3.00 pm. The reminder email arrived in my inbox at 4.37 pm.<br /><br />Sweet.<br /><br />By the way, I watched the programme.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22968102.post-76614349975267189662007-09-21T21:24:00.000+05:302007-09-21T21:31:10.581+05:30An Inspirational Professor's Final Lecture<blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Dr. Randy Pausch, a Carnegie Mellon University computer-science professor, was about to give a lecture Tuesday afternoon, but before he said a word, he received a standing ovation from 400 students and colleagues.<br /><br />He motioned to them to sit down. "Make me earn it," he said. They had come to see him give what was billed as his "last lecture." This is a common title for talks on college campuses today. Schools such as Stanford and the University of Alabama have mounted "Last Lecture Series," in which top professors are asked to think deeply about what matters to them and to give hypothetical final talks. For the audience, the question to be mulled is this: What wisdom would we impart to the world if we knew it was our last chance?<br /><br />At Carnegie Mellon, however, Dr. Pausch's speech was more than just an academic exercise. The 46-year-old father of three has pancreatic cancer and expects to live for just a few months.</blockquote><br /><br />Continue reading <a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB119024238402033039.html">here</a>. Get to know Dr Pausch <a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Epausch/">here</a>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0