Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Turn-on
Remember that movie i was working on?
Now you can now watch the trailer here..
THe budding film maker that i am would really appreciate a few comments.. :)
Now you can now watch the trailer here..
THe budding film maker that i am would really appreciate a few comments.. :)
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Incomprehensible
8 am on a chilly winter morning.. A full house (well, almost) in the class..
A board with a pile of mathematical formulae stacked neatly to fit into three columns separated by two vertical streaks chalked on the green board. As the last column filled, the first was promptly and very neatly dusted off, to be filled the next minute.
The professor was solving a problem. He was so used to solving problems.
In a clean, methodical way - that was the way problems were to be solved - in a clean methodical way, fitting the lines into three columns on a green board on the wall, so the boys could take it down, and file their notes.
I did not understand. I did not understand why engineering should teach one NOT to think.
He scribbled 'a's and 'b's and 'x's and 'y's and integrated them and derived them. He solved problems about how to eliminate noise in a good design. Good God, what is the context? Where is the noise coming from? why? What are the possibilities?
Is just no one here bothered about the context?
"You're going to hell."
"Why?"
"Because all that you do is wrong."
"By whose standards?"
"By God's standards."
"Did God tell you what his standards are?"
"The book says so!"
If there is something in the world that can make me blow my fuse, it would be just that - one's conscious refusal to think.
NO book - just no book tells me what to do. They can suggest a new line of thought, they can widen the dimensions of existing ones, but not arrive at conclusions for me. That, I will do. My rights and wrongs are mine, and mine alone. My guilt, my sins, and my good will use that as
the yardstick. Because I refuse NOT to think.
Because if there is a God that created good and bad, He has created something bigger, and more Powerful - discretion.
So my friend, you'd better think twice before you tell me "Because the book says so." - I may punch you in the face.
A board with a pile of mathematical formulae stacked neatly to fit into three columns separated by two vertical streaks chalked on the green board. As the last column filled, the first was promptly and very neatly dusted off, to be filled the next minute.
The professor was solving a problem. He was so used to solving problems.
In a clean, methodical way - that was the way problems were to be solved - in a clean methodical way, fitting the lines into three columns on a green board on the wall, so the boys could take it down, and file their notes.
I did not understand. I did not understand why engineering should teach one NOT to think.
He scribbled 'a's and 'b's and 'x's and 'y's and integrated them and derived them. He solved problems about how to eliminate noise in a good design. Good God, what is the context? Where is the noise coming from? why? What are the possibilities?
Is just no one here bothered about the context?
"You're going to hell."
"Why?"
"Because all that you do is wrong."
"By whose standards?"
"By God's standards."
"Did God tell you what his standards are?"
"The book says so!"
If there is something in the world that can make me blow my fuse, it would be just that - one's conscious refusal to think.
NO book - just no book tells me what to do. They can suggest a new line of thought, they can widen the dimensions of existing ones, but not arrive at conclusions for me. That, I will do. My rights and wrongs are mine, and mine alone. My guilt, my sins, and my good will use that as
the yardstick. Because I refuse NOT to think.
Because if there is a God that created good and bad, He has created something bigger, and more Powerful - discretion.
So my friend, you'd better think twice before you tell me "Because the book says so." - I may punch you in the face.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
A different ball game..
Ttictocktiktocktic..
The wooden cuckoo came out, yawned, went back in and shut the door.It has been like that for quite some time now.. She just yawns.. Soundlessly.
In the green screen of the TV, the Swedes and English are fighting it out in what seems to be a good match to watch.Owen's twisted his ankle.
England still looks the better side..
Isaksson was stunned when Joe Cole chested that ball and sent it right up the goal from a good 25 meters off. What a goal it was! They may not have won over the Swedes in 38 years, but I’m somehow sure they'll be the winning side this time.
Yawns, are warnings in a very curious sort of way. You bore me, is what they say.. Even the cuckoo in the clock.. I’m depressed!
"You've been a livewire. We're going to miss you.." Not too soon, though..
"You know what the best reward for good work can be?? Do you?" He was red in the face. Was it anger, was it anguish, I will never know. “More responsibility!"...and more, and more, and even more.. Until you choke and die..
The scores are leveled now. England has struck one, and the Swedes too. But something seems to have gone amiss on the English side. And the Swedes have been pounding their penalty box every one and a half minutes.Rooney’s very unhappy that he has been substituted. and he shows it.
The day following my resignation, they took me off my team, and put me on a testing support assignment. The one month notice was going to be a tough one.I didn’t like the move one bit, and I let it show.
Bad move. Very bad move.
I am stressed.. I want to leave.
I hate my job!
And I hated the rest of the game as well. England disappointed. The Swedes should have won. The better side had to win.
A draw.. I hate draws! And I was happy I didn’t do anything foolish like trusting my instincts on a bet.
They’ve been failing me for sometime anyway.
The wooden cuckoo came out, yawned, went back in and shut the door.It has been like that for quite some time now.. She just yawns.. Soundlessly.
In the green screen of the TV, the Swedes and English are fighting it out in what seems to be a good match to watch.Owen's twisted his ankle.
England still looks the better side..
Isaksson was stunned when Joe Cole chested that ball and sent it right up the goal from a good 25 meters off. What a goal it was! They may not have won over the Swedes in 38 years, but I’m somehow sure they'll be the winning side this time.
Yawns, are warnings in a very curious sort of way. You bore me, is what they say.. Even the cuckoo in the clock.. I’m depressed!
"You've been a livewire. We're going to miss you.." Not too soon, though..
"You know what the best reward for good work can be?? Do you?" He was red in the face. Was it anger, was it anguish, I will never know. “More responsibility!"...and more, and more, and even more.. Until you choke and die..
The scores are leveled now. England has struck one, and the Swedes too. But something seems to have gone amiss on the English side. And the Swedes have been pounding their penalty box every one and a half minutes.Rooney’s very unhappy that he has been substituted. and he shows it.
The day following my resignation, they took me off my team, and put me on a testing support assignment. The one month notice was going to be a tough one.I didn’t like the move one bit, and I let it show.
Bad move. Very bad move.
I am stressed.. I want to leave.
I hate my job!
And I hated the rest of the game as well. England disappointed. The Swedes should have won. The better side had to win.
A draw.. I hate draws! And I was happy I didn’t do anything foolish like trusting my instincts on a bet.
They’ve been failing me for sometime anyway.
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Next slide please.. *click*
As a friend discovered today, I have proved with my resignation that a techie can be retained for more than a year (no matter how much you bullshit him). And so when I am relieved on 5th of July 2006, I would have completed one year, and one day in this company.
And I am content with the fact that at least I could prove one point in my miserable life!
(Did I hear a YAY! somewhere? – must be from within..)
Sorry for the time away, guys. I’m going to be RIGHT back.. v
And I am content with the fact that at least I could prove one point in my miserable life!
(Did I hear a YAY! somewhere? – must be from within..)
Sorry for the time away, guys. I’m going to be RIGHT back.. v
Monday, March 20, 2006
Highway *
We were supposed to leave Bangalore Saturday afternoon, but the way things turned out to be by the evening of Friday, the whole plan had to be stripped down and worked up once again from scratch.
I suppose that is what happens when you try to force things against the ways of nature. Me planning a trip 10 days in advance would not be a minor deviation from my nature, it would be an absolute crime against it!!
Needless to say, the bubble popped at the last minute.
And that is how I ended up riding a bike on a deserted highway in the middle of the night, headed west, towards the Ghats.
A ride out of the city, a ride back in time(though not too far), and a ride into another generation (truly, a different generation!) - That was what it was, and I must say I quite enjoyed it. Even the interviews!
All set(i've never seen the fuel guage that full.. quite a memorable occation indeed!!) by toothless_wonder
The kid gang by toothless_wonder
The host n hostess :) by toothless_wonder
Muthappa's enfield of '69. Well, it rode like a bullet indeed! by toothless_wonder
All smiles!! by toothless_wonder
Country roads.... Taking me home! by toothless_wonder
Click for entire album
I suppose that is what happens when you try to force things against the ways of nature. Me planning a trip 10 days in advance would not be a minor deviation from my nature, it would be an absolute crime against it!!
Needless to say, the bubble popped at the last minute.
And that is how I ended up riding a bike on a deserted highway in the middle of the night, headed west, towards the Ghats.
A ride out of the city, a ride back in time(though not too far), and a ride into another generation (truly, a different generation!) - That was what it was, and I must say I quite enjoyed it. Even the interviews!
All set(i've never seen the fuel guage that full.. quite a memorable occation indeed!!) by toothless_wonder
The kid gang by toothless_wonder
The host n hostess :) by toothless_wonder
Muthappa's enfield of '69. Well, it rode like a bullet indeed! by toothless_wonder
All smiles!! by toothless_wonder
Country roads.... Taking me home! by toothless_wonder
Click for entire album
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Saturday, March 11, 2006
1=1 (HR arithmetic)
I ask for resources - and that's what i get!
The good news is that I finished the relase somehow..
I'm gonna have a weekend! Phew!
Saturday, March 04, 2006
Sense is relative.
It rained in Bangalore last night. It was past midnight, and I had just got home.
It rained in Bangalore last night, and all our lights went out.
The irony: We were watching a discussion on TV where they said there would be a lot of cheap nuclear power now, a lot of it, now that president bush has promised us an unlimited supply of fuel. (I think that was a good deal, but I’m not going to talk about it.)
There’s always a light at the end of the tunnel, and that is what keeps you going, they say. That is, if you care – I add. My work still keeps me busy, and I’m not too excited about it anymore. Nothing seems to make a difference. Nothing seems to matter anymore. I don’t think I see any light at the end of any tunnel, Hell, I’m not even looking for one!
I spoke to the Senior HR manager. Gave him figures, told him he can’t complain about the attrition rate, when he wasn’t doing anything about it. I did a root-cause analysis and put forth suggestions – I looked like one of them. I didn’t care.
“Thanks Bala, I think we should be meeting up more often”. “Why, sure..” I said. I haven’t seen him since.
But why am I called the happy man, then, when all this whining makes it look like I don’t have any reason what so ever to be happy? Well, I guess it’s because I’m an optimist, and very generally so. I don’t have pre-stated goals, or a purpose, not in my career, not in life. The only thing I attach any value to I think is the state of well being, which I strongly believe is a state of mind, and has nothing to do with anything tangible. Just a while ago I used to loathe myself for it, but I now know better. I know now that in my own way, that makes me invincible.
That not being subjective makes me flexible, and therefore immune to roadblocks that may come in my way. But it would be unlike me to turnaround and walk back. I would take my time, fight it, bring it down, and I would do it relaxed and at my own leisure.
Like a dog killing a rat. I’m not going to eat it, and I am not bound by duty to kill it, but I will. I’ll take my time, and I’ll enjoy doing it.
I know I’m going to be successful. Don’t ask me to reason for it, because reason happens to be one thing the world has lost.
Switch??
Maybe..
Random thought for the day:
The left is a bunch of no-good-assholes!
It rained in Bangalore last night, and all our lights went out.
The irony: We were watching a discussion on TV where they said there would be a lot of cheap nuclear power now, a lot of it, now that president bush has promised us an unlimited supply of fuel. (I think that was a good deal, but I’m not going to talk about it.)
There’s always a light at the end of the tunnel, and that is what keeps you going, they say. That is, if you care – I add. My work still keeps me busy, and I’m not too excited about it anymore. Nothing seems to make a difference. Nothing seems to matter anymore. I don’t think I see any light at the end of any tunnel, Hell, I’m not even looking for one!
I spoke to the Senior HR manager. Gave him figures, told him he can’t complain about the attrition rate, when he wasn’t doing anything about it. I did a root-cause analysis and put forth suggestions – I looked like one of them. I didn’t care.
“Thanks Bala, I think we should be meeting up more often”. “Why, sure..” I said. I haven’t seen him since.
But why am I called the happy man, then, when all this whining makes it look like I don’t have any reason what so ever to be happy? Well, I guess it’s because I’m an optimist, and very generally so. I don’t have pre-stated goals, or a purpose, not in my career, not in life. The only thing I attach any value to I think is the state of well being, which I strongly believe is a state of mind, and has nothing to do with anything tangible. Just a while ago I used to loathe myself for it, but I now know better. I know now that in my own way, that makes me invincible.
That not being subjective makes me flexible, and therefore immune to roadblocks that may come in my way. But it would be unlike me to turnaround and walk back. I would take my time, fight it, bring it down, and I would do it relaxed and at my own leisure.
Like a dog killing a rat. I’m not going to eat it, and I am not bound by duty to kill it, but I will. I’ll take my time, and I’ll enjoy doing it.
I know I’m going to be successful. Don’t ask me to reason for it, because reason happens to be one thing the world has lost.
Switch??
Maybe..
Random thought for the day:
The left is a bunch of no-good-assholes!
Sunday, February 12, 2006
The Highway Elephant
... (And the road becomes my bride)
And the road becomes my bride
I have stripped of all but pride..........
... (And the earth becomes my throne)
And the earth becomes my throne..
I adapt to the unknown
Under wandering stars I've grown
By myself but not alone
I ask no oneAnd my ties are severed clean
Less I have the more I gain
Off the beaten path I reign
Rover wanderer Nomad vagabond
Call me what you will -- yea will!
But I'll take my time anywhere
I'm free to speak my mind anywhere
And I'll never mind anywhere
Anywhere I roam....
Where I lay my head is home -- yeah-yeah!
The highway elephant - 12-feb-2006. (Another one from my trip home).
Happy valentines day! (Too bright - I have to squint to see)
He turned in the direction of the rustle, drawn more by impulse, than interest. Sliding down the heap of withered leaves was a snake. He steeped aside, and she shrieked.
“Did you see that? A black one with white lines – did you see that? Disgusting, isn’t it? Let’s go back, there will be more!”
The white waters rushed along in the gorge by the jungle trail, as he told her stories of serpentine passion. The snake was forgotten. He lay where he was - just a few feet away, the beam of sun that hit him from beyond the leaves shining a star on his moist black skin.
And he thought as he looked over her shoulder – These girls!
Happy Valentines Day, everyone!
History repeats itself - I’m single this time around as well.
Weirdo!!? I know I know.. :)
“Did you see that? A black one with white lines – did you see that? Disgusting, isn’t it? Let’s go back, there will be more!”
The white waters rushed along in the gorge by the jungle trail, as he told her stories of serpentine passion. The snake was forgotten. He lay where he was - just a few feet away, the beam of sun that hit him from beyond the leaves shining a star on his moist black skin.
And he thought as he looked over her shoulder – These girls!
Happy Valentines Day, everyone!
History repeats itself - I’m single this time around as well.
Weirdo!!? I know I know.. :)
Sunday, January 15, 2006
Breaking free...
“But the show must go on”, he said without pausing to take his eyes off the monitor.
The young man would not listen. He had had enough already, and he wouldn’t take no more. Picking up his bag and sunglasses from his desk he shouted across the almost empty hall – “Hang me if you will, but I take my decisions.” And he was on his way…
Acrylic
The young man would not listen. He had had enough already, and he wouldn’t take no more. Picking up his bag and sunglasses from his desk he shouted across the almost empty hall – “Hang me if you will, but I take my decisions.” And he was on his way…
Acrylic
My life is full of colors - all bright hues.
They smell of solvent, though..
The colors that paint my life are lifeless
They smell of solvent, though..
The colors that paint my life are lifeless
– they’re so.. Acrylic.
(I think that one describes my life best.. too many hours at the office, too busy to have a life..
(I think that one describes my life best.. too many hours at the office, too busy to have a life..
Frustrated? Yes, a little… :) )
And he was on his way…
Macromania
And he was on his way…
Macromania
By the way guys, I have a new addition to my camera cache, and she’s a beauty..
(Don’t you think??)
Monday, November 07, 2005
I dream... of a morgue..
Love was blossoming around the dissection table, the pungent fumes of formaline filling the room. A wrinkled corpse was in the center, a bespectacled kid slicing its chest with a shining scalpel out of his new dissection set. “In a straight line from the collar bone to the left nipple, and around it.. That’s your vein there.” The dissection room was silent, as it was supposed to be, and when the anatomy professor spoke, his voice traveled up, hit the ceiling, and came back in an echo. Dreams have a bad sense of timing, so the echo stood out from the original voice, and I heard him twice. Perhaps it was I who heard him best, because the kid who was slicing me seemed to be too engrossed to listen, and the couples in while doctor’s coats were too absorbed in their new found love that for them nothing seemed to matter much. The girl on my left didn’t notice either. She was covering her nose with her perfumed veil, and was trying to think of more pleasant things. Because another look at the black cut on the dark brown blistered skin would make the vomit she was holding back to come out. The professor stole a quick glimpse at the black name plates of the dreamy couple, because it would hurt him much if they passed the anatomy exam.
I was bodiless, but somehow attached to the lifeless, withered body, like a swarm of noisy flies around a blotted corpse. Only there was no noise, only tranquil silence. I was bodiless, so I could travel up people’s nostrils into the darkest corners of their minds, and know their thoughts, and I could see myself without a mirror – I looked ugly.
They had kept me for a whole week in the freezer, along with so many other unwanted bodies, and had given a column on all the local newspapers with a picture of my swollen face, which appeared on corners of the 7th and 8th pages. No one had answered, so they stuck a tube of formaline into my jugular vein, so that I wouldn’t rot from the inside.
“I have a bone set, I have two full skulls, and a whole set of vertebrae. You know, I’m not too proud about the two skulls I have in the iron trunk, but the vertebrae set I have, they get spoilt so soon after the subject’s death. So, it’s a matter of pride to own one whole perfect set.” The spectacled boy explained to his mother. He was proud, and she was prouder.
One of the skulls were mine. One of the mortuary keepers had dug me out from where they buried me, after I was once again declared useless, after they had sliced my insides for the umpteenth time. He was drunk, two cheap quarters of rum had cost him Rs.80, and he had sold the bone set for rs.550 to the excited first year, and he had made a profit of Rs.470.
This is a reconstruction of a dream that I had. After a really long time. It was really detailed -most of this description is original - even the Rs.550, but I have added a little here and there for the sake of continuity. I think I should donate my body. And that is what I am going to do.
I was bodiless, but somehow attached to the lifeless, withered body, like a swarm of noisy flies around a blotted corpse. Only there was no noise, only tranquil silence. I was bodiless, so I could travel up people’s nostrils into the darkest corners of their minds, and know their thoughts, and I could see myself without a mirror – I looked ugly.
They had kept me for a whole week in the freezer, along with so many other unwanted bodies, and had given a column on all the local newspapers with a picture of my swollen face, which appeared on corners of the 7th and 8th pages. No one had answered, so they stuck a tube of formaline into my jugular vein, so that I wouldn’t rot from the inside.
“I have a bone set, I have two full skulls, and a whole set of vertebrae. You know, I’m not too proud about the two skulls I have in the iron trunk, but the vertebrae set I have, they get spoilt so soon after the subject’s death. So, it’s a matter of pride to own one whole perfect set.” The spectacled boy explained to his mother. He was proud, and she was prouder.
One of the skulls were mine. One of the mortuary keepers had dug me out from where they buried me, after I was once again declared useless, after they had sliced my insides for the umpteenth time. He was drunk, two cheap quarters of rum had cost him Rs.80, and he had sold the bone set for rs.550 to the excited first year, and he had made a profit of Rs.470.
This is a reconstruction of a dream that I had. After a really long time. It was really detailed -most of this description is original - even the Rs.550, but I have added a little here and there for the sake of continuity. I think I should donate my body. And that is what I am going to do.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
The arm in question is temporarily out of service..
Inconvenience regretted.. (i regret MY inconvenience.. heh heh..)
Monday, October 24, 2005
Of bey blades and shindles
He’s 4 and he goes to prep 2. He says they’re all babies at prep 1. They cant even count – what a shame! He can not only count, but you ask him what comes after 7, and he’ll tell you it’s 8 – in no time. And he can tell the difference between a whisle fart, a truck fart, the knock-knock fart, and a boat fart. Aint that great?
He calls me big brother. There’s no mal translation.. he just calls me big brother, and he has me in his family picture he made in his drawing class. (Now his mom had a great time trying to explain that no, he’s the only son, and that me, I was her cousin, but how can her cousin be his big brother? Well, don’t ask me that, I have no clue myself.. heh heh..)
Amma, when acha comes back, we’ll ask him to get a good job like big brother, and then he’ll have a mala and card like big brother, and he can buy me seventy three bey blades! (You don’t know what a bey blade is, GO PLAY! This one had one hundred and thirty two sophisticated parts that you have to assemble by hand, and once you’re done doing that, he’ll put it on what he calls a shindil (must be a spindle) and says Go beyblade, Go!! Let it RRIP!!!, and it spins like a top for 10 seconds.. and the damned thing costs anything upward of 200 bucks! And is guaranteed to break in 2 days.)
He sleeps on my bed, after he watches cartoon network till 11 in the night and then you have to take him for shoo-shee twice in the night, and he promptly wakes up at 6 in the morning and licks your face! (Trust me, kid-mouths stink no less!)
Once I was reading paper on a Sunday morning, and this dude tells me that girl’s bad!
Aha? Why?
They girls kiss the boys..
And then they take the clothes off..
(Everyone at home turn around and give me that really nasty look.. NO, I am not responsible!! Seriously.. No!)
Now there’s another side to the coin.. you take him out to a shop, and he finds the best girls there, and tell them, hey, I came with my big brother.. He’ll buy me that truck there because he’s got a good job..
The girl looks, smiles.. What a great introduction.. the world’s best pickup line could fail, but not this.. Boy, isnt he a darling!
He calls me big brother. There’s no mal translation.. he just calls me big brother, and he has me in his family picture he made in his drawing class. (Now his mom had a great time trying to explain that no, he’s the only son, and that me, I was her cousin, but how can her cousin be his big brother? Well, don’t ask me that, I have no clue myself.. heh heh..)
Amma, when acha comes back, we’ll ask him to get a good job like big brother, and then he’ll have a mala and card like big brother, and he can buy me seventy three bey blades! (You don’t know what a bey blade is, GO PLAY! This one had one hundred and thirty two sophisticated parts that you have to assemble by hand, and once you’re done doing that, he’ll put it on what he calls a shindil (must be a spindle) and says Go beyblade, Go!! Let it RRIP!!!, and it spins like a top for 10 seconds.. and the damned thing costs anything upward of 200 bucks! And is guaranteed to break in 2 days.)
He sleeps on my bed, after he watches cartoon network till 11 in the night and then you have to take him for shoo-shee twice in the night, and he promptly wakes up at 6 in the morning and licks your face! (Trust me, kid-mouths stink no less!)
Once I was reading paper on a Sunday morning, and this dude tells me that girl’s bad!
Aha? Why?
They girls kiss the boys..
And then they take the clothes off..
(Everyone at home turn around and give me that really nasty look.. NO, I am not responsible!! Seriously.. No!)
Now there’s another side to the coin.. you take him out to a shop, and he finds the best girls there, and tell them, hey, I came with my big brother.. He’ll buy me that truck there because he’s got a good job..
The girl looks, smiles.. What a great introduction.. the world’s best pickup line could fail, but not this.. Boy, isnt he a darling!
Saturday, October 22, 2005
The happy post
I’m having a happy day today.. One of those four happy days in a month.
Okay, I get it.. These are different.. these are really happy days..
I don’t need no reason to be happy! Aint that the silliest thing ever said? Why would anyone need a reason to be happy?
A lil less conversayshan/ A lil more aakshaan!
All this aggravation aint satisfaction in me!!
Hold your mouth and open up your heart and maybe satisfy me..
SATISFY ME BABY!!!!!
Comeon baby I’m tired of talking!
Hey do you mind turning down the volume, please?
Well, I didn’t mean to be nasty.. I thought everyone liked Elvis..
Sorry Bob, I’m gonna put it on ma headphones. I’m sorry, okay..
Hell, the monsters from outerspace – They’re taking over!!!!!
Friday, October 21, 2005
Camaraderie - ca·ma·ra·de·rie : a spirit of friendly good-fellowship
WARNING: Readers discretion advised. The following matter is of a slightly graphic content, It is advised you ignore this post if you find such matter inappropriate.
The subject matter pertains to recent activity in certain other blogs, and this single post may not present a whole picture.
This is to express solidarity with a fellow blogger who has been crucified at a certain private blog for all the wrong reasons. The poor boy has been mercilessly gang raped (pardon the rather uncouth expression) there not long ago, and I can see he’s all bruised, and he doesn’t like it one bit!
Now I am standing up for this fellow blogger not because we went to school together a lot many years ago, no not one bit out of blogger-blogger love. I just realized, although our views differ a little bit, this one has a point somewhere. That with readership comes social obligation – That although you have your right to free speech – public or private, it becomes your moral responsibility to mean good.
Hell, I have no problem with some female sleeping with 4 different men in a day (hey can I have your number?), everyone has their right to their own personal space (which includes your friends, your prospective boyfriends, but not a blog that gets quite a few hits).. , but blowing your trumpet around about the whole thing in a public space – well, I beg your pardon, but I’d say “What a slut!”.
Naturalmento, senorita…
PS: My real concern however is the fact that you have not at any point mentioned rubber. If the porn movie industry could be so supportive of the cause when the government instructed them to use protection when they went public, don’t you think, senorita it becomes one’s responsibility to mention rubber, at least in a fine print disclaimer?
(I’ve got a twisted red ribbon on my shirt – don’t you see it?)
The subject matter pertains to recent activity in certain other blogs, and this single post may not present a whole picture.
This is to express solidarity with a fellow blogger who has been crucified at a certain private blog for all the wrong reasons. The poor boy has been mercilessly gang raped (pardon the rather uncouth expression) there not long ago, and I can see he’s all bruised, and he doesn’t like it one bit!
Now I am standing up for this fellow blogger not because we went to school together a lot many years ago, no not one bit out of blogger-blogger love. I just realized, although our views differ a little bit, this one has a point somewhere. That with readership comes social obligation – That although you have your right to free speech – public or private, it becomes your moral responsibility to mean good.
Hell, I have no problem with some female sleeping with 4 different men in a day (hey can I have your number?), everyone has their right to their own personal space (which includes your friends, your prospective boyfriends, but not a blog that gets quite a few hits).. , but blowing your trumpet around about the whole thing in a public space – well, I beg your pardon, but I’d say “What a slut!”.
Naturalmento, senorita…
PS: My real concern however is the fact that you have not at any point mentioned rubber. If the porn movie industry could be so supportive of the cause when the government instructed them to use protection when they went public, don’t you think, senorita it becomes one’s responsibility to mention rubber, at least in a fine print disclaimer?
(I’ve got a twisted red ribbon on my shirt – don’t you see it?)
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Update hate-list; insert RAIN
The newest style statement:
3.73 meters of clinical gauze around your left arm.
The more you have blood stains on it, the better..
Hey what happened? They ask..
Hmm… I fell from the bike..
Aw.. how’s the bike? They ask..
The bike’s okay.. Miraculous escape..
IS JUST NO ONE BOTHERED ABOUT ME HERE?
(Another reason why I should find myself a girlfriend soon.. I’ll set a reminder…)
Chennai gets rains.. What a nice thing.. But why does Bangalore have to suffer from the darn spillage?
I guess the north-west monsoon’s got to learn to hit targets properly..
The target is Chennai, sucker.. The target isn’t me.. Do you hear that? Do you?
So I get home wet.. totally wet (That includes the dressing which was not supposed to get wet) So what do I have to do? Redress..
TRRRRK.. (that’s the closest verbatim recreation of the sound that issues from pulling at the dressing that’s got biologically glued to white flesh) No I’m not Rambo – The TRRK has to be immediately followed by a really loud AAArrrgh!
Red beads on white flesh.. where’s the aftershave? AAAAAARRGGGGHHHH!
Cotton, betadine, gauze, adhesive tape. Now that’s a work of art – beeeauty!
Does anyone know how to kill rain? Cause I’m gonna take the mfhussain out.. I’ll take him out if I have to do that again tonight!
PS1: Rmu, mnty, vja are not allowed to post any comments which has the any of the words doctor, clinic or screams in it.
PS2: The graphical details of the arm in question are not available at the moment. The snaps will be posted as and when they come in.
3.73 meters of clinical gauze around your left arm.
The more you have blood stains on it, the better..
Hey what happened? They ask..
Hmm… I fell from the bike..
Aw.. how’s the bike? They ask..
The bike’s okay.. Miraculous escape..
IS JUST NO ONE BOTHERED ABOUT ME HERE?
(Another reason why I should find myself a girlfriend soon.. I’ll set a reminder…)
Chennai gets rains.. What a nice thing.. But why does Bangalore have to suffer from the darn spillage?
I guess the north-west monsoon’s got to learn to hit targets properly..
The target is Chennai, sucker.. The target isn’t me.. Do you hear that? Do you?
So I get home wet.. totally wet (That includes the dressing which was not supposed to get wet) So what do I have to do? Redress..
TRRRRK.. (that’s the closest verbatim recreation of the sound that issues from pulling at the dressing that’s got biologically glued to white flesh) No I’m not Rambo – The TRRK has to be immediately followed by a really loud AAArrrgh!
Red beads on white flesh.. where’s the aftershave? AAAAAARRGGGGHHHH!
Cotton, betadine, gauze, adhesive tape. Now that’s a work of art – beeeauty!
Does anyone know how to kill rain? Cause I’m gonna take the mfhussain out.. I’ll take him out if I have to do that again tonight!
PS1: Rmu, mnty, vja are not allowed to post any comments which has the any of the words doctor, clinic or screams in it.
PS2: The graphical details of the arm in question are not available at the moment. The snaps will be posted as and when they come in.
Friday, October 14, 2005
Where's that first rung? Where's the damn ladder? Give me my ladder! (Part2)
ATTENTION: This article is not career advice!The author makes no representation or warranties with respect to the contents hereof and shall not be responsible for any loss or damage caused to the audience by the direct or indirect use of this material.
[Scene 1: Wednesday 11 AM, hero still in the pentagonal room, on the phone.]
Tring tring..
(music, Welcome to XYZ press1 press 2, or press 9 to speak to the operator)
Yes Sir?
May I speak to someone in HR please?
This would be regarding?
Hmm.. Well this is business.. Could you connect me to someone there soon, please?
Okay Sir, Please hold on..
Hello, would you be dealing with recruitment?
Oh okay.. if you don’t mind, could you transfer the call to her, then? Oh thank you so much.
Hi, I was wondering if you’d have an opening available for a fresh graduate.. O that’s no problem.. So I’ll call you post lunch, is it?
Okay, can I have the direct line please?
Okay Maya, thank you very much.. I’ll do that..
Hello,… and he would be? Okay, I’ll talk to him then.
Hold on.. [music on IVRS]
… alright, tomorrow then?
Hold on let me take that down. I’ll email it right away..
8.30 AM corporate office.
Thank you very much. Good day!
[Scene 2: Board room, XYZ solutions Pvt. Ltd.
Anxious, spectacled, mustache grown, growing, shaven, genetically absent faces sitting around a long mahogany table with conference equipment.
A particularly obese man in t-shirt near the door with a bunch of freshly Xeroxed sheets tucked under his arm. Puts the stack of paper carefully on the table. Smiles.]
Man: (fundamentally nonsensical speech) .. Now it is most important that you take this with a relaxed mind. Gentlemen, could we do this small exercise before proceeding to the test..
Breathe in.. sloooowly.. [two fat arms going up in the air.. a fat belly getting inflated under the shirt.. sloooowly..]
Now breathe out.. [the arms come down.. the belly deflates… sloooowly.. but doesn’t regain the original size… stops somewhere in between.. the smile appears once again across the face, the terminal ends of a long mouth forming two large blobs of flesh on either side]
Pssst.. man, do you think they’re gonna mark wrong ones negative?
[A nervous, busy head shaking, looking the other way..]
Hey that’s good.. I’ll mark all bs then..
[no response]
30 mins… 50 mins..
Fatman: you have 10 minutes more...
Hey excuse me..
Yes??
Do you mark wrong answers negative?
Well… I’m not sure.. But I think they do that.. yes.. they do that..
[aside: Oh SHIT!!]
[cuts the bs in a vertical line. Oh shit, I shouldn’t have done that.. DAMN!! Forget it.. next time, maybe]
Fatman: Okay, pencils down please..
Fatman: Hope it went well. Thanks for coming. We’ll give you a call in 2 days..
Moral nugget#1: Do not give up!
Quick inventory check: lots of direct lines to a lot of people.
[end of inventory list]
Tring tring..
Hi this is Bala..
Tring tring..
Hellow, this is Bala.. okay I’ll call you tomorrow then..
Fact: there is something called a threshold. Every individual has one, and if you pester them beyond that, they can do impossible things.. Just to escape the torture!
Scene 3: A table, two big chairs, a grumpy looking man and a not-so-grumpy looking man on the farther side.. a smaller chair, me on this side of it.
We understand you’re a special case, and we don’t know exactly what kind of interview you’re expecting..
Oh well, I am pretty new to this.. I keep myself informed, though.. So if you ask me questions that go deep down on specific things, I may not be able to answer, but I’m a quick learner, I think I can catch up soon.
So why do you say we should hire you?
(oh you don’t want to hear all that crap do you?? Skip.)
Okay, I suppose you know pointers?
mm.. I suppose I do, a little.
So, what are they?
Well, they point to a location in memory.
Aha?
That’s all I know. I can catch up, however..
Alright, you’ve ever written code?
Yes, I have.. in school we had basic, and in college we had a sem of C.
[A face looking I give up]
Okay.. you’ve worked on windows I suppose?
[vertical nod]
And unix?
[vertical nod]
Can you tell us the difference between the two?
Well, unix doesn’t have as much color as windows..
So unix is like dos, you mean?
No, it’s tougher!
Hmm. Ever heard of muti threaded architecture, network operating system etcetera?
[frantic vertical nod]
That’s what we meant..
We’ll I was being totally superficial..
That’s all I remember.. but I’ll never forget those two faces across the table, and the way looked... That was my interview into that first rung..
And yes, I guess I’ve caught up pretty well… ;-)
[Scene 1: Wednesday 11 AM, hero still in the pentagonal room, on the phone.]
Tring tring..
(music, Welcome to XYZ press1 press 2, or press 9 to speak to the operator)
Yes Sir?
May I speak to someone in HR please?
This would be regarding?
Hmm.. Well this is business.. Could you connect me to someone there soon, please?
Okay Sir, Please hold on..
Hello, would you be dealing with recruitment?
Oh okay.. if you don’t mind, could you transfer the call to her, then? Oh thank you so much.
Hi, I was wondering if you’d have an opening available for a fresh graduate.. O that’s no problem.. So I’ll call you post lunch, is it?
Okay, can I have the direct line please?
Okay Maya, thank you very much.. I’ll do that..
Hello,… and he would be? Okay, I’ll talk to him then.
Hold on.. [music on IVRS]
… alright, tomorrow then?
Hold on let me take that down. I’ll email it right away..
8.30 AM corporate office.
Thank you very much. Good day!
[Scene 2: Board room, XYZ solutions Pvt. Ltd.
Anxious, spectacled, mustache grown, growing, shaven, genetically absent faces sitting around a long mahogany table with conference equipment.
A particularly obese man in t-shirt near the door with a bunch of freshly Xeroxed sheets tucked under his arm. Puts the stack of paper carefully on the table. Smiles.]
Man: (fundamentally nonsensical speech) .. Now it is most important that you take this with a relaxed mind. Gentlemen, could we do this small exercise before proceeding to the test..
Breathe in.. sloooowly.. [two fat arms going up in the air.. a fat belly getting inflated under the shirt.. sloooowly..]
Now breathe out.. [the arms come down.. the belly deflates… sloooowly.. but doesn’t regain the original size… stops somewhere in between.. the smile appears once again across the face, the terminal ends of a long mouth forming two large blobs of flesh on either side]
Pssst.. man, do you think they’re gonna mark wrong ones negative?
[A nervous, busy head shaking, looking the other way..]
Hey that’s good.. I’ll mark all bs then..
[no response]
30 mins… 50 mins..
Fatman: you have 10 minutes more...
Hey excuse me..
Yes??
Do you mark wrong answers negative?
Well… I’m not sure.. But I think they do that.. yes.. they do that..
[aside: Oh SHIT!!]
[cuts the bs in a vertical line. Oh shit, I shouldn’t have done that.. DAMN!! Forget it.. next time, maybe]
Fatman: Okay, pencils down please..
Fatman: Hope it went well. Thanks for coming. We’ll give you a call in 2 days..
Moral nugget#1: Do not give up!
Quick inventory check: lots of direct lines to a lot of people.
[end of inventory list]
Tring tring..
Hi this is Bala..
Tring tring..
Hellow, this is Bala.. okay I’ll call you tomorrow then..
Fact: there is something called a threshold. Every individual has one, and if you pester them beyond that, they can do impossible things.. Just to escape the torture!
Scene 3: A table, two big chairs, a grumpy looking man and a not-so-grumpy looking man on the farther side.. a smaller chair, me on this side of it.
We understand you’re a special case, and we don’t know exactly what kind of interview you’re expecting..
Oh well, I am pretty new to this.. I keep myself informed, though.. So if you ask me questions that go deep down on specific things, I may not be able to answer, but I’m a quick learner, I think I can catch up soon.
So why do you say we should hire you?
(oh you don’t want to hear all that crap do you?? Skip.)
Okay, I suppose you know pointers?
mm.. I suppose I do, a little.
So, what are they?
Well, they point to a location in memory.
Aha?
That’s all I know. I can catch up, however..
Alright, you’ve ever written code?
Yes, I have.. in school we had basic, and in college we had a sem of C.
[A face looking I give up]
Okay.. you’ve worked on windows I suppose?
[vertical nod]
And unix?
[vertical nod]
Can you tell us the difference between the two?
Well, unix doesn’t have as much color as windows..
So unix is like dos, you mean?
No, it’s tougher!
Hmm. Ever heard of muti threaded architecture, network operating system etcetera?
[frantic vertical nod]
That’s what we meant..
We’ll I was being totally superficial..
That’s all I remember.. but I’ll never forget those two faces across the table, and the way looked... That was my interview into that first rung..
And yes, I guess I’ve caught up pretty well… ;-)
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