Monday, November 17, 2008

Gowda and Sons Insane Ltd.

Dyave Gowda banda ...
Kumarannan thanda ...
Dilliyalli bidda ...
Benglooralli edda .....

Pattabhisheka anthe.... damn...

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 .....