Dyave Gowda banda ...
Kumarannan thanda ...
Dilliyalli bidda ...
Benglooralli edda .....
Pattabhisheka anthe.... damn...
Monday, November 17, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Ism, Ism, Ism - Egoism, Journalism, 'Assertivism'
Well, well, 3 AM is not exactly the time to get urges. And most importantly its not everyday that you brush your teeth before bed and then get this very strong urge to blog. (No! I wasn't talking about the brushing part - on the contrary, that is fairly regular) But now the freak that I'm turning into, with every imaginable thing looking connected to the Gaussian distribution, this seems perfectly plausible. Yes, the Rockies look Gaussian! And during my long periods of academic inefficiency (read snoring in the class) I've had dreams of me modeling peoples' characteristic tendencies to be Gaussian. I feel the figure is self explanatory. And yeah! I seriously have developed a great admiration for Gauss, for he can withstand the assault of Fourier and still come out unscathed except for a few minor scratches.
Aah! I know I'm very much into the process of reducing my BRP (Blog Rating Point) which is a direct function of comments put in, given the strong correlation of this blog entry to a particular topic in the ensemble of the topics covered as part of my pursuit in obtaining a degree from an alien land. But then, my BRP was never too high, so I can take the liberty to do what I wish without giving a damn to it. Gone are the days my friends, when yours truly succumbed to the lures of favoritism. This is the age of revolutionary journalism. Never mind, that was my alter ego speaking.
So where am I headed?? Nowhere!! Everyone else is headed somewhere. I'm just where I am probably waiting for a race that hunts for a guy who hasn't moved an inch. Naked race in the middle of civilization, someone getting 'elected' for a change (No, no comments about that, I've fought enough and moreover I'm not worried about my BRP. Heck! my blog doesn't even have a Page Rank), greats retreating and retiring, cases of pot calling the kettle black (or more aptly the keeper's gloves calling the bat black), and yes you guessed it right..... The Chinese.... invading the US of A. After all these you expect me to have pleasant views on this spherical congregate of soil and liquid water revolving on a particularly hot mass of fusion process gone awry and cleverly named 'The' Sun. No, no, noooo, I cant do much about others, but I wont let the invasion happen until there hath a brain in my head and of course a scalpel in my hand. (Alter ego again!)
On a positive note, a certain Mr. I'm Great whom I thoroughly hate for bringing misery upon another country is stepping down, a wonderful language has got its due after a long time, The Big Bang Theory is perhaps the best comedy series since the Blackadder series ended - dont even bother mentioning about a few 'friends' jumping around (Im already having strong influences of Sheldon..... meeeeeeeeeooooooooooooom.. I'm the Doppler Effect... haha), Chetan Bhagat is writing as good as ever (I somehow fall in love with his heroines every time - there's something about their description - from the cute nose to the pinkiness of their rooms to the rebellious behavior), they still use 'Liquid Oil' to fry veg burgers (for those whoo don't know, ASK) and there, I've got some reasons to cheer about.
Summarizing, the author strongly feels you've got some excess time on your hands to have read thus far and it wouldn't be a pain to drop in a few comments with the sole goal of increasing my BRP. (Shameless! That was the Alter Ego with the scalpel again!)
And now off to some peaceful sleep with Gaussian dreams .....
Aah! I know I'm very much into the process of reducing my BRP (Blog Rating Point) which is a direct function of comments put in, given the strong correlation of this blog entry to a particular topic in the ensemble of the topics covered as part of my pursuit in obtaining a degree from an alien land. But then, my BRP was never too high, so I can take the liberty to do what I wish without giving a damn to it. Gone are the days my friends, when yours truly succumbed to the lures of favoritism. This is the age of revolutionary journalism. Never mind, that was my alter ego speaking.
So where am I headed?? Nowhere!! Everyone else is headed somewhere. I'm just where I am probably waiting for a race that hunts for a guy who hasn't moved an inch. Naked race in the middle of civilization, someone getting 'elected' for a change (No, no comments about that, I've fought enough and moreover I'm not worried about my BRP. Heck! my blog doesn't even have a Page Rank), greats retreating and retiring, cases of pot calling the kettle black (or more aptly the keeper's gloves calling the bat black), and yes you guessed it right..... The Chinese.... invading the US of A. After all these you expect me to have pleasant views on this spherical congregate of soil and liquid water revolving on a particularly hot mass of fusion process gone awry and cleverly named 'The' Sun. No, no, noooo, I cant do much about others, but I wont let the invasion happen until there hath a brain in my head and of course a scalpel in my hand. (Alter ego again!)
On a positive note, a certain Mr. I'm Great whom I thoroughly hate for bringing misery upon another country is stepping down, a wonderful language has got its due after a long time, The Big Bang Theory is perhaps the best comedy series since the Blackadder series ended - dont even bother mentioning about a few 'friends' jumping around (Im already having strong influences of Sheldon..... meeeeeeeeeooooooooooooom.. I'm the Doppler Effect... haha), Chetan Bhagat is writing as good as ever (I somehow fall in love with his heroines every time - there's something about their description - from the cute nose to the pinkiness of their rooms to the rebellious behavior), they still use 'Liquid Oil' to fry veg burgers (for those whoo don't know, ASK) and there, I've got some reasons to cheer about.
Summarizing, the author strongly feels you've got some excess time on your hands to have read thus far and it wouldn't be a pain to drop in a few comments with the sole goal of increasing my BRP. (Shameless! That was the Alter Ego with the scalpel again!)
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Life - Here and There - And nothing in between
Well I haven't been serious enough, in my blog, in my life and probably all the probabilities occurring in my life are the probabilistic results of highly improbable events leading to the remote probability of my life being wrecked, probably beyond repair. Not again. Every time I sit down to blog, I try not to sound funny or act sarcastic (ample proof of which is present in the opening paragraph of most of my earlier blogs) but somehow midway I get back to my old sarcastic self. Nevertheless, I keep trying and trying .....and trying.
So, seriously and I mean seriously lets talk about Potato Chips. Why?? Because that's the only serious subject I could find in front of me. A pack of potato chips essentially contains potato chips which essentially are slices of potato that are 'supposed' to be freshest with no preservatives with a terrific taste that will tantalize my taste buds (those surviving after the assault of Subway veggies). Philosophers contend that the potato chips is a perfect metaphor to the problems in life that look humongous when in a pack but dissolve into thin air when chewed on. But seriously speaking again what they fail to notice is the 11g of fat (2g of saturated fat) that is transferred along with the crispy wafers which is akin to the .... the... penalty the system has to pay for chewing on the problem. Crap! What am I talking. Whoever said potato chips were metaphorical of problems. All crap. I cant do this anymore.
In that case, I guess I'll go back to my latest muse of comparing things here and back in India -things I miss a lot. And I guess I'd do it with a lot of favoritism towards India than those NRIs (the non returning types). I miss having my morning cuppa over the old faithful friend Deccan Herald. Waiting for the newspaper boy whose arrival times cannot fit into any known probability distribution was sweeter in direct proportion to the magnitude of the news expected. Literally fighting with the family to be able to grab the paper first is an experience best experienced first hand. Although newspapers in America are supposed to be good, the free ones contain absolute rubbish like 'taxi driver rips off passenger's coat for refusal to pay tips' or 'prankster arrested for making 911 calls repeatedly' which are of no use to mankind. In contrast, looking out for the scheduled power cut and hunting down for our locality in the midst of hundred other localities is more cherishing. The joy of finally finding our locality and then the realization of absolutely no TV or computer for the next 7 hours was simply great (either in the positive or negative sense).
I miss those delicious dosas I had 5 times a week and literally fought with my mom for it, so much so that she dreaded hearing the very word 'dosa'. Settling on the couch with those and dutifully reading the middle and the LTTE (Letters to the editor) was as much a routine as brushing my teeth. Agreed, I can always read DH online here too. But anyone who has read a newspaper with the least bit of enjoyment would agree that the epaper is in no way a substitute to the 'real thing'. I yearn for the Bangalore traffic with their great lane nonsense ( I believe the antonym for lane sense), the unpredictable auto drivers (I've heard that the late Dr. HN wrote a humorous piece on them titled 'Auto Bhayagraphy' - please forward it to me if anyone finds it), the chaos with the seasonal rains, the splendid taste of Bhel puri when one's pants are half drenched, the confrontations with the street dogs with 'attitude', the BMTC buses that could compete for the densest population per square meter, the joy when petrol prices decrease, the despair when they increase, the luxury of having incoming calls free and of course the exemplary art of 'giving' missed calls are just a few of the simple joys in life one misses when away home.
But on the brighter side, you have to miss them for a few years to realize what you really enjoy and that makes one appreciate their value a lot more. In conclusion, at the risk of sounding nostalgic, I guess I have written a fairly 'serious' blog on a fairly serious subject for a fairly serious audience. If a more serious approach is warranted, I shall be obliged to do so in the near future.
Yours Seriously,
Varthik K
So, seriously and I mean seriously lets talk about Potato Chips. Why?? Because that's the only serious subject I could find in front of me. A pack of potato chips essentially contains potato chips which essentially are slices of potato that are 'supposed' to be freshest with no preservatives with a terrific taste that will tantalize my taste buds (those surviving after the assault of Subway veggies). Philosophers contend that the potato chips is a perfect metaphor to the problems in life that look humongous when in a pack but dissolve into thin air when chewed on. But seriously speaking again what they fail to notice is the 11g of fat (2g of saturated fat) that is transferred along with the crispy wafers which is akin to the .... the... penalty the system has to pay for chewing on the problem. Crap! What am I talking. Whoever said potato chips were metaphorical of problems. All crap. I cant do this anymore.
In that case, I guess I'll go back to my latest muse of comparing things here and back in India -things I miss a lot. And I guess I'd do it with a lot of favoritism towards India than those NRIs (the non returning types). I miss having my morning cuppa over the old faithful friend Deccan Herald. Waiting for the newspaper boy whose arrival times cannot fit into any known probability distribution was sweeter in direct proportion to the magnitude of the news expected. Literally fighting with the family to be able to grab the paper first is an experience best experienced first hand. Although newspapers in America are supposed to be good, the free ones contain absolute rubbish like 'taxi driver rips off passenger's coat for refusal to pay tips' or 'prankster arrested for making 911 calls repeatedly' which are of no use to mankind. In contrast, looking out for the scheduled power cut and hunting down for our locality in the midst of hundred other localities is more cherishing. The joy of finally finding our locality and then the realization of absolutely no TV or computer for the next 7 hours was simply great (either in the positive or negative sense).
I miss those delicious dosas I had 5 times a week and literally fought with my mom for it, so much so that she dreaded hearing the very word 'dosa'. Settling on the couch with those and dutifully reading the middle and the LTTE (Letters to the editor) was as much a routine as brushing my teeth. Agreed, I can always read DH online here too. But anyone who has read a newspaper with the least bit of enjoyment would agree that the epaper is in no way a substitute to the 'real thing'. I yearn for the Bangalore traffic with their great lane nonsense ( I believe the antonym for lane sense), the unpredictable auto drivers (I've heard that the late Dr. HN wrote a humorous piece on them titled 'Auto Bhayagraphy' - please forward it to me if anyone finds it), the chaos with the seasonal rains, the splendid taste of Bhel puri when one's pants are half drenched, the confrontations with the street dogs with 'attitude', the BMTC buses that could compete for the densest population per square meter, the joy when petrol prices decrease, the despair when they increase, the luxury of having incoming calls free and of course the exemplary art of 'giving' missed calls are just a few of the simple joys in life one misses when away home.
But on the brighter side, you have to miss them for a few years to realize what you really enjoy and that makes one appreciate their value a lot more. In conclusion, at the risk of sounding nostalgic, I guess I have written a fairly 'serious' blog on a fairly serious subject for a fairly serious audience. If a more serious approach is warranted, I shall be obliged to do so in the near future.
Yours Seriously,
Varthik K
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Life 101
There are only two ways in life, the one you are treading, and the other you regret not treading. And life goes on .....
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Innerwear over Dhoti.... Up up and away.....
Having a Gult converted to Kannadiga converted to Tamilian (okk! to be fair enough to all states .. soon to be Keralite) as a roommate has its fair share of advantages apart from the fact that he can curse you in n! different languages and you can still stand grinning there not understanding a single word.
Right now we three roommates stay in three different rooms and coincidentally I happen to be at the end of the laughter propagation chain. The moment I hear a hysterical laughter piercing the silence two rooms away, I buckle up for the things to come, flex my facial muscles and get ready. Around 30 seconds later, a stifled conscious laugh a room away, and then I know its my turn.
For a kid who grew up on generous doses of Dr. Vishnuvardhan and Dr. Raj who rarely tested the sensibilities of the kannada audience save for an occasional jump from a 50 feet building or swimming across the Cauvery during a heavy flood, my generous roomie introduced me to the wondeful world of Telugu and Tamil superheroes. I always thought those stories about Captain and Rajanikanth were fake and pseudo stuff created by overzealous and jealous teenagers. But now, I take pleasure in introducing them to all you innocent people whose brains have never been tested to such extremes.
For starters, Balayya with his superhuman powers.
All you kids attempting wheely on your 180cc bike. Grow up. Rise to the occasion (with your tractor)!!
Get your horse to fall on its back, generate great momentum pulling the reins and you are all set to slide with it. Slide, slide and away.......
Ever heard of the LBR? The Large Bullet Reflector. Breakthrough....truly!
For the benefit of those that are still on their chairs or aren't on their way to the hospital, you can dare see this and this.
And for those of you who repeatedly asked for the past few months and those who didnt ask too, n! is a strange number and I love it. For those who think small, say 10, then 10! would be a big number (for their understanding) and for those that think big, say 10000, then 10000! is anyway a huge number. So I prefer n! to n in most of my conversation.
How boring can this get?? Aaargh....... shut up! [Gunshot] Enna pairu Gardheek Vengadesh, My brain is wrapped up in SBR ... hahahaha.....Jai Chennakesava, Jai Chennakesava....
Right now we three roommates stay in three different rooms and coincidentally I happen to be at the end of the laughter propagation chain. The moment I hear a hysterical laughter piercing the silence two rooms away, I buckle up for the things to come, flex my facial muscles and get ready. Around 30 seconds later, a stifled conscious laugh a room away, and then I know its my turn.
For a kid who grew up on generous doses of Dr. Vishnuvardhan and Dr. Raj who rarely tested the sensibilities of the kannada audience save for an occasional jump from a 50 feet building or swimming across the Cauvery during a heavy flood, my generous roomie introduced me to the wondeful world of Telugu and Tamil superheroes. I always thought those stories about Captain and Rajanikanth were fake and pseudo stuff created by overzealous and jealous teenagers. But now, I take pleasure in introducing them to all you innocent people whose brains have never been tested to such extremes.
For starters, Balayya with his superhuman powers.
All you kids attempting wheely on your 180cc bike. Grow up. Rise to the occasion (with your tractor)!!
Get your horse to fall on its back, generate great momentum pulling the reins and you are all set to slide with it. Slide, slide and away.......
Ever heard of the LBR? The Large Bullet Reflector. Breakthrough....truly!
For the benefit of those that are still on their chairs or aren't on their way to the hospital, you can dare see this and this.
And for those of you who repeatedly asked for the past few months and those who didnt ask too, n! is a strange number and I love it. For those who think small, say 10, then 10! would be a big number (for their understanding) and for those that think big, say 10000, then 10000! is anyway a huge number. So I prefer n! to n in most of my conversation.
How boring can this get?? Aaargh....... shut up! [Gunshot] Enna pairu Gardheek Vengadesh, My brain is wrapped up in SBR ... hahahaha.....Jai Chennakesava, Jai Chennakesava....
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Amreeka! Amreeka!
Q: So how was the journey??
A: The journey was a perfect embodiment of what is generally called a long journey except that the particular word in the Queen's language 'long' apparently defied all bounds and decency to transmogrify into 'loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong'.
So in a days time of 23 hours of trying to figure out why exactly British Airways mandates its male cabin crew to have clean shaven heads, ponder at the retirement age for the female crew, turn around every single piece of food packet served to determine its allegiance to the Vegetarian or the Non Vegetarian lobby ( I never spared "Still" Mineral water too), gulping down horrible replacements to what you (that was just a little joke) Indians call food and catching say 15.65 winks for the day, I had almost reached a good twenty thousand miles away from home.
For the run of the mill IT company kind of guys that's it. Go back to sleep. your cab has already started from it starting point and would be on its way to pick you up in sharp 6 hrs 41 mins. For the others, a more detailed and sometimes boring explanation is warranted. Well lets see....
The Bengaluru International Airport with all the hype around it still requires 1 Re to make a call. Oh God! Gone are the days when flashy places like the airports actually charged you a minimum of double digit currency to talk to your girlfriend. So I guess its perfectly normal to find kids and the not so kids in designer suits and Gucci shoes begging around - "1 Re Pleeease". And I guess it needn't be further stated as to who had a first hand experience in the art of begging.
An unceremonious 'random' bag checking and a few plastic smiles later, and of course a couple of high altitude meals thrown in, London was refreshingly hmm..aah...well.... western enough. After being forced to watch the plane trajectory from Heathrow to Denver and a particularly irritating review of all the movies onboard by a certain Michael Something with a irritating sense of humor, the Spanish movie 'The Orphanage' was quite good and intense and I would recommend it any day for anyone wishing some horror.
Some like the chocolates here, some the cleanliness, some the cute ones, but the first thing I loved about this place is ........ ah well...I dont seem to know the name of that but for all I know its those synthetic tapes used as railings in almost every public place. Can be easily dismantled and reconfigured for new ways. For those of you still wondering what Im talking about, I'll post a picture someday.
The best thing about Boulder apart from the northward racing shorts (obviously those preferred by the female species) is the transport service. I love this ( I meant the bus, not the former) so much that there hasn't been a journey since I landed here without me dozing off. Well for starters, some of the queerness noticeable here apart from those mentioned above are
A: The journey was a perfect embodiment of what is generally called a long journey except that the particular word in the Queen's language 'long' apparently defied all bounds and decency to transmogrify into 'loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong'.
So in a days time of 23 hours of trying to figure out why exactly British Airways mandates its male cabin crew to have clean shaven heads, ponder at the retirement age for the female crew, turn around every single piece of food packet served to determine its allegiance to the Vegetarian or the Non Vegetarian lobby ( I never spared "Still" Mineral water too), gulping down horrible replacements to what you (that was just a little joke) Indians call food and catching say 15.65 winks for the day, I had almost reached a good twenty thousand miles away from home.
For the run of the mill IT company kind of guys that's it. Go back to sleep. your cab has already started from it starting point and would be on its way to pick you up in sharp 6 hrs 41 mins. For the others, a more detailed and sometimes boring explanation is warranted. Well lets see....
The Bengaluru International Airport with all the hype around it still requires 1 Re to make a call. Oh God! Gone are the days when flashy places like the airports actually charged you a minimum of double digit currency to talk to your girlfriend. So I guess its perfectly normal to find kids and the not so kids in designer suits and Gucci shoes begging around - "1 Re Pleeease". And I guess it needn't be further stated as to who had a first hand experience in the art of begging.
An unceremonious 'random' bag checking and a few plastic smiles later, and of course a couple of high altitude meals thrown in, London was refreshingly hmm..aah...well.... western enough. After being forced to watch the plane trajectory from Heathrow to Denver and a particularly irritating review of all the movies onboard by a certain Michael Something with a irritating sense of humor, the Spanish movie 'The Orphanage' was quite good and intense and I would recommend it any day for anyone wishing some horror.
Some like the chocolates here, some the cleanliness, some the cute ones, but the first thing I loved about this place is ........ ah well...I dont seem to know the name of that but for all I know its those synthetic tapes used as railings in almost every public place. Can be easily dismantled and reconfigured for new ways. For those of you still wondering what Im talking about, I'll post a picture someday.
The best thing about Boulder apart from the northward racing shorts (obviously those preferred by the female species) is the transport service. I love this ( I meant the bus, not the former) so much that there hasn't been a journey since I landed here without me dozing off. Well for starters, some of the queerness noticeable here apart from those mentioned above are
- The eternal penchant for maps and their usage. Every corner has a free map to be 'used'. Getting lost here isnt all that easy, even if you wanted to, for eventually you'll bump into this sweet girl who'll get you on the right track (quite literally) with the help of her sleek iPhone.
- Motorists giving way to pedestrians. Its a state law here of course. Yet, it is embarrassing that you accidentally keep a foot on road and all traffic comes to a standstill and you are forced to cross the road even if you didnt want to in the first place. Dont try them on national highways though.
- And boy, greet, greet and greet. Every moment, every time you see someone, greet. Phew! although amusing sometimes, can be quite irritating when experienced in large doses with no apparent motivation to do it :P
America is said to be a land of opportunities ( someone missed out 'extremes') From my close shave with a hit to the mighty jalapenos (pronounced 'halapenos') and their funny taste, the vending machines that hate humans and dish out dimes and nickels, the really fast internet (vrooooooom!) there's plenty to discuss, but all that if I can motivate myself to blog again. (Heck! I took a whole week to complete this!)
Friday, June 20, 2008
These four years.....
I just feel as if it was yesterday....err...I mean four looong years back that I was standing here for the orientation. I can never forget that day for I got oriented away from VTU and was deprived of all options to reorient myself.
So after finishing our demo by putting the examiner to sleep, [Well, almost, it was payback time], it was compulsive to sit down and summarize my education in the last 4 years and these principles were what I assimilated over time from my own experiences and also of those around me.
1. Attendance is never accounted for when thou shalt attend classes dutifully.
Corollary 1: Grace attendance is always granted when thou shalt abstain from the class
2. The last 5 minutes in the exam hall are always of the duration inversely proportional to the number of questions yet to be attempted.
3. The students from the other streams in the same examination hall shalt always get an easier paper. Always! (Just to make you jealous, they would throw their answer sheets with style and possibly a little jig)
4. The girl you feel is the prettiest will invariably be seen with her boyfriend at the canteen the next time.
5. The break hours of anyone you are in a dire need to meet is always when you search for them.
6. Be diplomatic. Ah! sorry. I personally feel it would be a good option to stay diplomatic. But then everyone has his own ideas that are better. So, it would be your call in the end.
7. Never prove the examiner wrong. Exams are much more important than examiners.
8. Always fake. Thats what drives the world around.
9. Always try to attend classes. Engineering students need some sleep, now and then!
And lastly, the ever favorite observation by most guys I've interacted with.
10. The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. Almost always.
If I've missed some or not encountered something, please be kind enough to educate me. Did we hear someone say Continuing Education?? CATCE? (Words aren't enough to describe it. So better not waste the limited supply I have)
So after finishing our demo by putting the examiner to sleep, [Well, almost, it was payback time], it was compulsive to sit down and summarize my education in the last 4 years and these principles were what I assimilated over time from my own experiences and also of those around me.
1. Attendance is never accounted for when thou shalt attend classes dutifully.
Corollary 1: Grace attendance is always granted when thou shalt abstain from the class
2. The last 5 minutes in the exam hall are always of the duration inversely proportional to the number of questions yet to be attempted.
3. The students from the other streams in the same examination hall shalt always get an easier paper. Always! (Just to make you jealous, they would throw their answer sheets with style and possibly a little jig)
4. The girl you feel is the prettiest will invariably be seen with her boyfriend at the canteen the next time.
5. The break hours of anyone you are in a dire need to meet is always when you search for them.
6. Be diplomatic. Ah! sorry. I personally feel it would be a good option to stay diplomatic. But then everyone has his own ideas that are better. So, it would be your call in the end.
7. Never prove the examiner wrong. Exams are much more important than examiners.
8. Always fake. Thats what drives the world around.
9. Always try to attend classes. Engineering students need some sleep, now and then!
And lastly, the ever favorite observation by most guys I've interacted with.
10. The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. Almost always.
If I've missed some or not encountered something, please be kind enough to educate me. Did we hear someone say Continuing Education?? CATCE? (Words aren't enough to describe it. So better not waste the limited supply I have)
Friday, May 16, 2008
Tougher exams ahead!
Ah! My lessons have just started. I'm learning the basics of the subject. I'm failing, I know not whether I'll ever get through. But my mum wants me to come out with flying colors (Parental pressure? Yes, whatever happened to those psychologists who said " Dont compare your children with those of thy neighbours!". So, I have to put up with the cliches like "Sharmajiki beti knows all these too well" or "Hudugeeru elladrallu mundhe irthare") Heck! what can I do??
And so, yours truly who always believed that Urad Dal (Uddina Bele) can be a good ingredient for a spicy curry ( I still believe it, for I have no experiences to the contradictory) is forced to observe dishes being prepared ( We should have prime time shows like " The Making of....er Soft Chapathis") and possibly try out something himself. Yes, I've tried to mug them all, ingredients chart for each dish, conversion charts (1 cup = 1 person, but miraculously 3 cups = 2 persons. I guess people tend to eat more when they are in groups), timing diagrams, shortcuts et al.
No, I've already seen those Bollywood and Sandalwood films quite a number of times. So, don't expect to have a salted coffee or a overly spiced curry. I can do much better than that. (In a negative sense that is!) So, any brave hearts willing to submit himself to my culinary adventures, please ping me, I'd be more than willing to oblige. Oh yes! Gals would be welcome too, but only that I wouldn't tolerate comments like "Bah! I could have done it much better!"
Btw, just how much more cute could this kid get. Since the first time I saw him in the Igo ad, his cheeks have been growing chubbier and eyes shining more than ever!
And so, yours truly who always believed that Urad Dal (Uddina Bele) can be a good ingredient for a spicy curry ( I still believe it, for I have no experiences to the contradictory) is forced to observe dishes being prepared ( We should have prime time shows like " The Making of....er Soft Chapathis") and possibly try out something himself. Yes, I've tried to mug them all, ingredients chart for each dish, conversion charts (1 cup = 1 person, but miraculously 3 cups = 2 persons. I guess people tend to eat more when they are in groups), timing diagrams, shortcuts et al.
No, I've already seen those Bollywood and Sandalwood films quite a number of times. So, don't expect to have a salted coffee or a overly spiced curry. I can do much better than that. (In a negative sense that is!) So, any brave hearts willing to submit himself to my culinary adventures, please ping me, I'd be more than willing to oblige. Oh yes! Gals would be welcome too, but only that I wouldn't tolerate comments like "Bah! I could have done it much better!"
Btw, just how much more cute could this kid get. Since the first time I saw him in the Igo ad, his cheeks have been growing chubbier and eyes shining more than ever!
Saturday, April 19, 2008
BT Grapes and artificially induced sourness.......
A small scoop of a past chat...
K:What the hell?? M: I do not mean to insinuate anything against him,
K:What the hell?? M: I do not mean to insinuate anything against him,
M: but the only way they know you have done anything at all, is what you tell on your r****e and S**(in caps!)solving an assignment problem can magically transmogrify into 'Designed a logic circuit for use in high-temperature furnace controllers as part of a term project'
K: aah but isn't tat faking
M: its never a step function its always a gradient
So, what's legal and what's not? What if I just get hold of a couple of reports and engrave (or rather get a calligrapher to do it) my name on them? Would I be better placed? Alas! I know not any faking! The maximum extent I could ever go is push my standing in the class rankings a couple of places. And any of these rankings aren't even official for none is bothered of any number more than 5 (whooh! 5 is indeed a large number) Maybe, and just maybe, I'll turn a better faker next time. Till then, the rest of the world can have my grapes!
Update 1: Well! Even people who ask questions like "Is PhD allowed after MEE" get into the best of the universities. And yet my grapes show no signs of ripening nor sweetness. Damn!
And by the way, whatever happened to this wonderful social networking site called Orkut?? Till date, know for its simplicity and googleness (its a good adjective already!) suddenly decided to throw in n! number of apps. So while we had newbies scrapping in their own scrapbook "Hi, how are you" or often coming across a testimonial stating "Haven't seen you for long" (is that supposed to be a complement??), we are now being bombarded with projectiles of rotten tomatoes Mr X throws at Ms Y (and thats supposed to be yuck! as orkut states), updates of X being confused, Z being happy and R being tired, people buzzing at the unearthliest of times, 2am in the morning (what the heck?) In its eternal competition with Facebook, orkut is turning out more to be a lazy man's paradise. Well almost! for some lazy men still write blogs about what the rest do!
Update 1: Well! Even people who ask questions like "Is PhD allowed after MEE" get into the best of the universities. And yet my grapes show no signs of ripening nor sweetness. Damn!
And by the way, whatever happened to this wonderful social networking site called Orkut?? Till date, know for its simplicity and googleness (its a good adjective already!) suddenly decided to throw in n! number of apps. So while we had newbies scrapping in their own scrapbook "Hi, how are you" or often coming across a testimonial stating "Haven't seen you for long" (is that supposed to be a complement??), we are now being bombarded with projectiles of rotten tomatoes Mr X throws at Ms Y (and thats supposed to be yuck! as orkut states), updates of X being confused, Z being happy and R being tired, people buzzing at the unearthliest of times, 2am in the morning (what the heck?) In its eternal competition with Facebook, orkut is turning out more to be a lazy man's paradise. Well almost! for some lazy men still write blogs about what the rest do!
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Blogomania
Ok! So here I am writing a piece that turns out to be a lame substitute for a blog. When most my peers are either scrambling around to get VISA dates or even dates, trying to grab the best job off campus with the heftiest of pay packets or worse still working heavily on the projects, what does yours truly do?? Go through random blogs at breakneck speed. Well, its in my nature to categorize things. But I've been bombarded by such variety of blogs that I've come to believe that categorizing them is a sin. Well, almost!
To start with is the extremely lame attempts at humor like my blog. Trust me, even the author cant get himself to smile at such blogs during the second reading. Next comes the know all emperor of the underworld who tries to create a halo of fear and a sense of superiority through his blogs. No mention of the actual name, some weird substitutes like 'Burning Cigar', 'Dirty Wolf', 'Menacing Threatener!' or even a 'Maniac MOnkey' with generous references to to some equally 'interesting' rock star (Pardon me if I cant differentiate between rock and metal, for both are hard to me). Then there are these lonely Devdas' who crib, cry, swear at their lost love. Far away from all these lies another category, (oops! categorizing again). You'll have to read a million links and hyperlinks to understand a single blog. Often filled with content much beyond the actual blogs, they make long long reading. Not to forget tech blogs, first time blogs (Ah! my first post, hello everyone stuff), pages by first year undergrads (the tender age where most lecturers seem perfect material for some ridicule), poetry and the list goes on and on.....
Oh! the sexist that I am, I was totally oblivious about the opposite sex. Here, you would find only three types of blogs. First, extremely sensitive sweet blogs, talking at length about the redness of roses or the lavenderness of lavender. Second, blogs that yap, yap, yap, yap and yes! yap more with no obvious intentions. Last but not the least are the blogs of the liberated women power of the 21st century (is it 22nd??). Marked by heavy use of swear words, blasphemous contents and of course Sharukh Khan!
Lastly, there are some blogs that are best left unread. Like the one you just managed to read!!
To start with is the extremely lame attempts at humor like my blog. Trust me, even the author cant get himself to smile at such blogs during the second reading. Next comes the know all emperor of the underworld who tries to create a halo of fear and a sense of superiority through his blogs. No mention of the actual name, some weird substitutes like 'Burning Cigar', 'Dirty Wolf', 'Menacing Threatener!' or even a 'Maniac MOnkey' with generous references to to some equally 'interesting' rock star (Pardon me if I cant differentiate between rock and metal, for both are hard to me). Then there are these lonely Devdas' who crib, cry, swear at their lost love. Far away from all these lies another category, (oops! categorizing again). You'll have to read a million links and hyperlinks to understand a single blog. Often filled with content much beyond the actual blogs, they make long long reading. Not to forget tech blogs, first time blogs (Ah! my first post, hello everyone stuff), pages by first year undergrads (the tender age where most lecturers seem perfect material for some ridicule), poetry and the list goes on and on.....
Oh! the sexist that I am, I was totally oblivious about the opposite sex. Here, you would find only three types of blogs. First, extremely sensitive sweet blogs, talking at length about the redness of roses or the lavenderness of lavender. Second, blogs that yap, yap, yap, yap and yes! yap more with no obvious intentions. Last but not the least are the blogs of the liberated women power of the 21st century (is it 22nd??). Marked by heavy use of swear words, blasphemous contents and of course Sharukh Khan!
Lastly, there are some blogs that are best left unread. Like the one you just managed to read!!
Friday, March 7, 2008
Core Values
So this management guy from a top company gets his date to his conference room, carefully sets up his projector, sprays up his room freshener, adjusts the lighting and begins
"Now you'll see a short movie about me and my activities which will help you understand me better" A short movie with our guy goofing around very similar to the antics of Mr.Bean follows along with the credits.
" Ah! That was a cute little movie. Now this person you see standing in front you has been around since 1885 (oh sorry, that's my company), has been around since 1984 and is a market leader in such and such segments. I am from the marketing department and am extremely pleased to address you today (apart from the fact that no other Marketing guy was willing to do the honors) I have a global presence, you see...sometimes kicked around from Amsterdam to Chicago to Bangalore. "
"Our company believes in three core values - honesty, safety and last but not the least Ecologically friendly. In conforming to our company's policies, I don't think it is in the interest of the environment to waste a nice little red rose just to impress a single female. This brings us to the second core value, Safety. As it is implicitly implied that all food apart from homemade ones are not safe by EU standards, we are not going out for dinner. Yes! WE ARE NOT! Now concentrating on the first and foremost core value, I conform to my company standards and explicitly state that I have no bloody interest in you or your damn family."
"Thats it! Any questions??"" Well, if you have no more questions, I wrap up my short presentation with this. The HR manager will be around to discuss with you the modalities of my relationship with you and its short term and long term benefits. But I can warn you that you would require to sign a 2 year 2 Lacs bond on entering this relationship. Hope you have a nice day and hope we see more often from now. Cya"
"Oh ya, if this doesn't work out, I still need your resume as our Peenya division would be recruiting soon."
"Now you'll see a short movie about me and my activities which will help you understand me better" A short movie with our guy goofing around very similar to the antics of Mr.Bean follows along with the credits.
" Ah! That was a cute little movie. Now this person you see standing in front you has been around since 1885 (oh sorry, that's my company), has been around since 1984 and is a market leader in such and such segments. I am from the marketing department and am extremely pleased to address you today (apart from the fact that no other Marketing guy was willing to do the honors) I have a global presence, you see...sometimes kicked around from Amsterdam to Chicago to Bangalore. "
"Our company believes in three core values - honesty, safety and last but not the least Ecologically friendly. In conforming to our company's policies, I don't think it is in the interest of the environment to waste a nice little red rose just to impress a single female. This brings us to the second core value, Safety. As it is implicitly implied that all food apart from homemade ones are not safe by EU standards, we are not going out for dinner. Yes! WE ARE NOT! Now concentrating on the first and foremost core value, I conform to my company standards and explicitly state that I have no bloody interest in you or your damn family."
"Thats it! Any questions??"" Well, if you have no more questions, I wrap up my short presentation with this. The HR manager will be around to discuss with you the modalities of my relationship with you and its short term and long term benefits. But I can warn you that you would require to sign a 2 year 2 Lacs bond on entering this relationship. Hope you have a nice day and hope we see more often from now. Cya"
"Oh ya, if this doesn't work out, I still need your resume as our Peenya division would be recruiting soon."
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
randn(thoughts)....
Who am I? What am I? What am I doing? Why am I doing this? Is it the right thing to do? Should I ever do this at all....for this looks foolish, for these moves are callow. You weren't like this. You never were, crying at the smallest instance of treachery. What I saw was a person hardened by life, a practical person, an intelligent one at that. Alone, but not lonely. Soft, but never weak. So, where are these attributes today? Buried in the sands of time (pardon me for this piece of banality) never to be resurrected again? Or are they waiting for the right time to spring into action and to bring unrestrained joy to those around?
Why should you cry? To bring out those tears that makes you wonder of their existence till date? Or to forge an everlasting friendship with the art they call crying? Promises are meant to be broken, they eventually will be. People will understand or they never will. It is quite insignificant whether they will or give a damn about it. Tomorrow will be a new day, a better day "hopefully". For hope is what drives the world, or at least me. A constant hope, of a favourable tomorrow.
PS: English is a weird language, I know. Nothing that I say or you say makes sense. They are senseless anyhow. (Me and my weird sense of humor!) And that precisely explains the misinterpretations people make. Let them, for they know not what they are thinking as most of their thinking is in what they call English.
Why should you cry? To bring out those tears that makes you wonder of their existence till date? Or to forge an everlasting friendship with the art they call crying? Promises are meant to be broken, they eventually will be. People will understand or they never will. It is quite insignificant whether they will or give a damn about it. Tomorrow will be a new day, a better day "hopefully". For hope is what drives the world, or at least me. A constant hope, of a favourable tomorrow.
PS: English is a weird language, I know. Nothing that I say or you say makes sense. They are senseless anyhow. (Me and my weird sense of humor!) And that precisely explains the misinterpretations people make. Let them, for they know not what they are thinking as most of their thinking is in what they call English.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Good Luck through email!
So blogging seems to be everyone's mantra these days. I've been blogged, bogged and misunderstood a lot. Anyway this isn't a testimony otherwise. Lately, I've been sick of hearing from the same old Bank Managers and widows of Dictators and pharmacies coaxing to buy their products.
But I received this wonderful mail from this sweet lady called Rita Kone the other day which made me stop, read and actually attempt to answer. (Ok! I didnt get it, I saw this in the mail for the student branch of IEEE) All grammatical and spelling mistakes are attributed to Ms. Kone who by virtue of her yet to be completed undergraduate education isn't as well versed with the Queen's language.
Please read within ***** ( a knack I acquired from Bob Pease)
Hello dearest one.
Complement of the season,
I am sorry to come to you in this way,i come across your ads and my spirit lead me to chose you,well I realy needed someone honest, truthfull to share my feelings with and to share burden with and will lead me to introduce my self to you,
***** When did IEEE start advertising in such way that it had honest, 'truthfull' young fellas willing to share feelings?*****
I am Rita Kone, 21 years old and the only Daughter of Late Mr and Mrs Devid Kone.
*****How sweet....*****
My father was a highly reputable business man (a cocoa merchant) who operated in Abidjan the capital coty of lvory coast during his days. It is sad to say that he passed away mysteriously Durring one of his business trips abroad on 12th.August 2006.Though his sudden death was linked or rather suspected to have been master minded by an uncle of his who travelled with him at that time. But God knows the truth!
***** God indeed does know the truth and I am sure justice wont be denied. By Jesus, your uncle shall be persecuted in heaven or hell as the case may be depending on the credibility of your late father*****
My mother died when I was just 6 years old . Since then my father took me so special. Before his death on August 12 2006, He called me secretly on his bed side and told me about a Box he concealed the sum of Eleveen million Five hundred thousand United State Dollars. (USD$11.500,000) deposited in one of the security company here in Abidjan lvory coast West Afica,which he disguised and declared the box to contain family valuables instead of money, by this way the Security company did not know that the content of the Box is money.
***** FBI are you listening???*****
The deposit document which I have in my possession carries my late father's name as the depositor, while I'm the next of kin on the same document. I am just 21 years old and a university undergraduate and really don't know what to do. The death of my father actually brought sorrow to my life.Sir, I am in a sincere desire of your humble assistance in this regards. Your suggestions and ideas will be highly regarded.
***** Your father is a nice man, they dont make such men anymore. How about a Masters in Signal processing coupled with a Doctorate in Genomic Signal Processing. You'll have a bright future I guess. You might as well try writing GATE here in my country and enter one of the world's finest institution for MTech in Microelectronics*****
Dearest Before the death of my father at the Hopital,He told me should incase if He is late (***** Someone else would be Early*****) ,That I should look for a trust worthy Foreign Partner in a country of my choice who will help me to receive this Box in his/her country,So that I can use the money for investment purpose and also continue my education,He told me to make sure that I will achieve a Good education in my life.He also warned me very well not to do any thing with our people here because they are the people who poisoned him,Dearest this is why I contacted you to assist me in the Regard,I dont know what to do now,I will tell you more about this transaction when I hear from you.Please I need your urgent assistance to come out from this very situation.
Now permit me to ask these few questions:-
1. Can you honestly help me as your Sister Or Daughter?
***** Oh No! Hmmph...aargh...will try*****
2. Can I completely trust you?
***** Absolutely, like the 21 other girls who made me a millionaire*****
3. What percentage of the total amount in question will be good for you?
***** I am a modest person with humble ambitions, so anything in excess of 99% would be greatly received*****
4. Can you promise me that you will not betray me when this money will get to your possition?
***** No probs, I can promise that, but my amnesia could create confusions*****
Please, Consider this and get back to me as soon as possible.
please do not fail to respond with this information so that I can know you better.
1, your full name and adress.
2, your telephone number.
3, small about your self.I mean what you do in life.
***** I am a very small person who does very small business to sustain a very very small lifestyle. It is my daily routine to check the spam folder of a few of the hundreds of email IDs I own and respond to people in distress the world over. (You can call me the "International Agony Uncle" in financial transactions.) My sustenance is solely based on Western Union money transfers and larger transfers from wills of good natured people mostly from Nigeria and Ethiopia.*****
Immidiately I receve your mail with all this answer and informations I will give you more informations about this transaction and also the Security company contact.I will send my Pictures ,to you and my National Identity Card.
Thanks and God bless you as you bring out your mind willingly to help me out from this situation,
***** Oh sure, anytime*****
My best regards to you.
yours lovely one
Rita Kone.
But I received this wonderful mail from this sweet lady called Rita Kone the other day which made me stop, read and actually attempt to answer. (Ok! I didnt get it, I saw this in the mail for the student branch of IEEE) All grammatical and spelling mistakes are attributed to Ms. Kone who by virtue of her yet to be completed undergraduate education isn't as well versed with the Queen's language.
Please read within ***** ( a knack I acquired from Bob Pease)
Hello dearest one.
Complement of the season,
I am sorry to come to you in this way,i come across your ads and my spirit lead me to chose you,well I realy needed someone honest, truthfull to share my feelings with and to share burden with and will lead me to introduce my self to you,
***** When did IEEE start advertising in such way that it had honest, 'truthfull' young fellas willing to share feelings?*****
I am Rita Kone, 21 years old and the only Daughter of Late Mr and Mrs Devid Kone.
*****How sweet....*****
My father was a highly reputable business man (a cocoa merchant) who operated in Abidjan the capital coty of lvory coast during his days. It is sad to say that he passed away mysteriously Durring one of his business trips abroad on 12th.August 2006.Though his sudden death was linked or rather suspected to have been master minded by an uncle of his who travelled with him at that time. But God knows the truth!
***** God indeed does know the truth and I am sure justice wont be denied. By Jesus, your uncle shall be persecuted in heaven or hell as the case may be depending on the credibility of your late father*****
My mother died when I was just 6 years old . Since then my father took me so special. Before his death on August 12 2006, He called me secretly on his bed side and told me about a Box he concealed the sum of Eleveen million Five hundred thousand United State Dollars. (USD$11.500,000) deposited in one of the security company here in Abidjan lvory coast West Afica,which he disguised and declared the box to contain family valuables instead of money, by this way the Security company did not know that the content of the Box is money.
***** FBI are you listening???*****
The deposit document which I have in my possession carries my late father's name as the depositor, while I'm the next of kin on the same document. I am just 21 years old and a university undergraduate and really don't know what to do. The death of my father actually brought sorrow to my life.Sir, I am in a sincere desire of your humble assistance in this regards. Your suggestions and ideas will be highly regarded.
***** Your father is a nice man, they dont make such men anymore. How about a Masters in Signal processing coupled with a Doctorate in Genomic Signal Processing. You'll have a bright future I guess. You might as well try writing GATE here in my country and enter one of the world's finest institution for MTech in Microelectronics*****
Dearest Before the death of my father at the Hopital,He told me should incase if He is late (***** Someone else would be Early*****) ,That I should look for a trust worthy Foreign Partner in a country of my choice who will help me to receive this Box in his/her country,So that I can use the money for investment purpose and also continue my education,He told me to make sure that I will achieve a Good education in my life.He also warned me very well not to do any thing with our people here because they are the people who poisoned him,Dearest this is why I contacted you to assist me in the Regard,I dont know what to do now,I will tell you more about this transaction when I hear from you.Please I need your urgent assistance to come out from this very situation.
Now permit me to ask these few questions:-
1. Can you honestly help me as your Sister Or Daughter?
***** Oh No! Hmmph...aargh...will try*****
2. Can I completely trust you?
***** Absolutely, like the 21 other girls who made me a millionaire*****
3. What percentage of the total amount in question will be good for you?
***** I am a modest person with humble ambitions, so anything in excess of 99% would be greatly received*****
4. Can you promise me that you will not betray me when this money will get to your possition?
***** No probs, I can promise that, but my amnesia could create confusions*****
Please, Consider this and get back to me as soon as possible.
please do not fail to respond with this information so that I can know you better.
1, your full name and adress.
2, your telephone number.
3, small about your self.I mean what you do in life.
***** I am a very small person who does very small business to sustain a very very small lifestyle. It is my daily routine to check the spam folder of a few of the hundreds of email IDs I own and respond to people in distress the world over. (You can call me the "International Agony Uncle" in financial transactions.) My sustenance is solely based on Western Union money transfers and larger transfers from wills of good natured people mostly from Nigeria and Ethiopia.*****
Immidiately I receve your mail with all this answer and informations I will give you more informations about this transaction and also the Security company contact.I will send my Pictures ,to you and my National Identity Card.
Thanks and God bless you as you bring out your mind willingly to help me out from this situation,
***** Oh sure, anytime*****
My best regards to you.
yours lovely one
Rita Kone.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Of Horoscopes and Valentine's Day (suggest a better title!)
Another Feb 14th passed by. The noises from the numerous Senas weren't audible or I wasn't within hearing range for that. Roses exchanged hands, restaurants minted money, gift shops and malls teemed with business, yours truly was starved till 11pm for want of sufficient space to dump this body in the corners of some restaurant (hey, I was with a gang of three other friends), Orkut proclaimed - You will receive good news through mail' - I did, Congratulations, you've won a lottery of 100000 dinars or whatever.
Coming to think of it, these predictions aren't astrology after all. Its just that some pseudo random number generator has chosen this for me. Gone are the days when the parrot used to hold the strings. But I'm yet to give up on astrology. Prof. Vaidya prophesies, civilizations that believe and then give up on astrology survive the best. I'm yet in the first stage. My horoscope is somehow tangled with a few remarkable coincidences. One is of course the part played by Rajgopals in my past one year. My first interviewer was Rajgopal, the Prof I'm working under is one, the constable who approved my Police Verification is a Rajgopal too (not to mention that the station was stationed on D.Rajagopal Road) and when we decided to do our project in the distant Guaribidanur (ok! it isn't so distant - just added it for the effect) the technician who is stationed there is (you've guessed it right) another Rajgopal. And our first sponsor for Prtyaksha had all its cheques signed by another Rajgopal. (phew!)
The other aspect of this which I haven't come to terms with is the reason I always find some penchant for Malayalis. Every time, and I mean every single time I come to adore a girl, she invariably turns out to be a Malayali. This just isnt coincidence, I know. Bangalore doesn't have as many Malayalis (I hate that word Mallu...lol!) to give you a hit ratio of 1.( I sometimes wonder whether I should start taking Malayalam classes serously) So it must be something to do with my stars or the latitude and longitude of my birth to the 16th decimal place or worse still, the smudgy quill of the grand old man who wrote my horoscope.
Coming back to the Vday mess I started with, this has been a pretty normal year for most of the people I know. Break ups, tie ups, preparations for both have all been the norm of the day. Over the past year, I've witnessed all these and more. In fact, I've been in knowledge of around 6 such romances - both on and off campus (STOP squirming in your seats) and all the associated big time goof ups and experiences that I might soon come up with a "50 things not to do when you are in love". Book a personally autographed copy now.
Long live Valentine! Amen!
Coming to think of it, these predictions aren't astrology after all. Its just that some pseudo random number generator has chosen this for me. Gone are the days when the parrot used to hold the strings. But I'm yet to give up on astrology. Prof. Vaidya prophesies, civilizations that believe and then give up on astrology survive the best. I'm yet in the first stage. My horoscope is somehow tangled with a few remarkable coincidences. One is of course the part played by Rajgopals in my past one year. My first interviewer was Rajgopal, the Prof I'm working under is one, the constable who approved my Police Verification is a Rajgopal too (not to mention that the station was stationed on D.Rajagopal Road) and when we decided to do our project in the distant Guaribidanur (ok! it isn't so distant - just added it for the effect) the technician who is stationed there is (you've guessed it right) another Rajgopal. And our first sponsor for Prtyaksha had all its cheques signed by another Rajgopal. (phew!)
The other aspect of this which I haven't come to terms with is the reason I always find some penchant for Malayalis. Every time, and I mean every single time I come to adore a girl, she invariably turns out to be a Malayali. This just isnt coincidence, I know. Bangalore doesn't have as many Malayalis (I hate that word Mallu...lol!) to give you a hit ratio of 1.( I sometimes wonder whether I should start taking Malayalam classes serously) So it must be something to do with my stars or the latitude and longitude of my birth to the 16th decimal place or worse still, the smudgy quill of the grand old man who wrote my horoscope.
Coming back to the Vday mess I started with, this has been a pretty normal year for most of the people I know. Break ups, tie ups, preparations for both have all been the norm of the day. Over the past year, I've witnessed all these and more. In fact, I've been in knowledge of around 6 such romances - both on and off campus (STOP squirming in your seats) and all the associated big time goof ups and experiences that I might soon come up with a "50 things not to do when you are in love". Book a personally autographed copy now.
Long live Valentine! Amen!
Saturday, February 16, 2008
A female there and many males here!
I, Karthik Venkatesh hereby solemnly declare and assure that the very next person who speaks about the female form on Mars in my 'esteemed' presence would have the rare opportunity of wearing upon him/herself the oft preferred macho statement of dark complexioned eye.
To cut it short, I'm going to punch in the face anyone who asks this question in my presence, male or female. This ain't a threat, its a promise.
Look, we are engineers and need to act like one. This is the most preposterous, derisory, ludicrous, ridiculous, absurd, farcical (phew! lost patience to find more) hungama. This piece of sensational 'news' if you could call it so isn't worth a mention at all in engineering and science circles and not worth asking an aerospace engineer working on Mars missions and definitely not to a Nobel Laureate.
To cut it short, I'm going to punch in the face anyone who asks this question in my presence, male or female. This ain't a threat, its a promise.
Look, we are engineers and need to act like one. This is the most preposterous, derisory, ludicrous, ridiculous, absurd, farcical (phew! lost patience to find more) hungama. This piece of sensational 'news' if you could call it so isn't worth a mention at all in engineering and science circles and not worth asking an aerospace engineer working on Mars missions and definitely not to a Nobel Laureate.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Prof. Rao, Bangalore IT and the controversies......
Recently, I was made to go through some supererogatory drama created by Churmuri, where as a counter action to Prof. C N R Rao's outburst against the IT sector, a so called saviour of IT sector counters each point of his in a true Gossip mag style. Trust me, I ain't a socialist, I love Money. God! who doesn't want 'MONEY', what a wonderful word! But I also value my emotions, a lot more than you think I do. I was then a passive observer, impartial, thinking both sides are to blame and more blah blahs. But then today, after attending a lecture by Prof. Rao, I couldn't help but admire the charisma of the man. So now, I take sides. Never mind if I understood less than 20% of it or was vaguely remembered of the few compounds I learnt in those long inorganic classes at SKA.
Look, here was a man who had in himself the uninhibited childlike enthusiasm of Kalam and the immense love and dedication for his work. He was almost jumping on the stage with enthusiasm. Not to forget his wit
By the way, all Prtyaksha volunteers, don't punch me in the face next time you meet me. I actually found time to write this piece!
Look, here was a man who had in himself the uninhibited childlike enthusiasm of Kalam and the immense love and dedication for his work. He was almost jumping on the stage with enthusiasm. Not to forget his wit
Getting back, why did CNR in the first place lash out against IT? Well, he didn't want people to work like machines. Yes, IT work is mood off work, you agree it or not. This is good enough for any guy[or gal as the case may be] to loathe it. Never mind, I myself might end up in one such job sometime down the lane. I might still vouch for the authenticity of this piece, even then. But as for now, CNR earned one more fan and probably many many more. After all, all the hype of him being the most revered scientist in India isn't bogus at all!Publishing papers is a harmless racket, it doesn't kill like the virus in Bengal. When I was in Belgrade airport, a man walks up to me and asks, there was a paper somewhere in 60s by a Rao, is it your father?- although he didn't ask, he must have assumed that Rao is dead already. There was student of mine who was worse, but later he became terrible.
By the way, all Prtyaksha volunteers, don't punch me in the face next time you meet me. I actually found time to write this piece!
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Adsense, No sense or Nonsense???
Well Google's Adsense is indeed wonderful, it has bred a class of bloggers who are hell bent upon making fast bucks, the Google way. Hence, I see my friends coming up with 'controversial' blogs, so to say. A friend suggested this to me, put up something 'controversial' in your blog, you can make a hell lot of money. Controversial eh?? These are the most controversial things I can stumble upon (and I'm sure these don't merit ad clicks or even ads)
But this gaawy [pronounced gaaaaaaawiy, with Atkinson's emotions of surprise and awe] hinted on their 'modus operandi' to make money, skim through articles, if you like one of them, click on an Ad to show your appreciation. Now isn't that wonderful! But there is a drawback to this, the world is full of sadists like me who'll never ever (trust me NEVER EVER) click on an ad!
Anyway, all ye bloggers, Happy Earning, I have visions of you all stashing dollars in your cupboards!
- Man jumps from 20 storeyed building, unhurt ( How the heck do you know he was jumping in his bathroom??)
- The English Professor scored 800 in Quants and 210 in Verbal when he made an extra bold attempt to write GRE
- Richard Feynman's application rejected by ASU, Fulton on grounds of lack of independent thoughts.
But this gaawy [pronounced gaaaaaaawiy, with Atkinson's emotions of surprise and awe] hinted on their 'modus operandi' to make money, skim through articles, if you like one of them, click on an Ad to show your appreciation. Now isn't that wonderful! But there is a drawback to this, the world is full of sadists like me who'll never ever (trust me NEVER EVER) click on an ad!
Anyway, all ye bloggers, Happy Earning, I have visions of you all stashing dollars in your cupboards!
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