I work under Moore's law otherwise I listen to music and watch movies and write here mostly about them. Sometimes it's also about life, the universe and everything.
Monday, January 31, 2005
Lest we forget
oneNonly
Originally uploaded by fd97103.
Surprizing, no article, no news. what's wrong with this country.
Thursday, January 27, 2005
page3
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
the Federer Express
oh by the way, a very happy Republic Day to you all. So uneventful it has become these days. no more than a mere holiday. During school days I use to actively participate in the cultural festivals thanks to my good voice (that time!). Only time when we used to wear dhoti-kurta. occasionally used to sport moustache as well specially when performing some folk dance. and I used to make speech in English written in Hindi :) madhur yaad bachpan teri!!!
OUT OF BLUE : Yes. never thought out of blue could mean this but my blog is out of blue! I don't think I'd like this yahoo template for too long but a good change for now.
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
my world
my world
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Got this mail from Nitesh, thought better put it on my blog.. comes handi ;)
Cool insults for immediate use:::
1. Any similarity between you and a human is purely coincidental!
2. Are you always so stupid or is today a special occasion?
3. As an outsider, what do you think of the human race?
4. I'd like to kick you in the teeth, but why should I improve your
looks?
5. At least there's one thing good about your body. It isn't as ugly as
your face!
6. Brains aren't everything. In fact, in your case they're nothing
7. Careful now, don't let your brains go to your head!
8. I like you. People say I've no taste, but I like you.
9. Did your parents ever ask you to run away from home?
10. If I had a face like yours. I'd sue my parents!
11. Don't feel bad. A lot of people have no talent!
12. Don't get insulted, but is your job devoted to spreading ignorance?
13. Keep talking; someday you'll say something intelligent!
14. Don't you love nature, despite what it did to you?
15. Don't think, it may sprain your brain!
16. Fellows like you don't grow from trees; they swing from them.
17. He has a mechanical mind. Too bad he forgot to wind it up this
morning.
18. He has a mind like a steel trap-always closed!
19. You are a man of the world-and you know what sad shape the world is
in.
20. He is always lost in thought-it's unfamiliar territory.
21. He is dark and handsome. When it's dark, he's handsome.
22. He is known as a miracle comic. if he's funny, it's a miracle!
23. He is listed in Who's Who as What's That?
24. He is living proof that man can live without a brain!
25. He is so short, when it rains he is always the last one to know.
26. He is the kind of a man that you would use as a blueprint to build
an idiot.
27. How come you're here? I thought the zoo is closed at night!
Sunday, January 23, 2005
kisna
mad masti men dol pyare
maan le mera kehna
dum pe dum maare ja.
ok, that was a song and I think I am missing one line of it's mukhda, khairrr...
happened to see 'kisna' on friday nite. I said happened because we didn't plan it in advance but when we were driving to dinner on friday nite we noticed unusually low traffic on the b'lore roads which reminded me of the bundh called by various organisations to protest against the healer. ha b'lorians darpok hain. anyway we got
tickets easily as well and since we still had a dinner and one and half hours to take care of we headed for 'golkunda chimeny'. my first time there. what a delicious place. same old menu but what a great taste. wah wah wah. but apparently this was where our good luck ended. because the movie was such a drag. what has happened to Subhash Ghai? The only good thing about the movie is the song I don't have to name and the acting by everyone. but the script and the direction is junk. The rope dance was good but then, but then but then showing it again and again as if lakshmi had nothing else to do? Modern revolvers in 1947? The mob deciding to set fire to Kisna rather than stab him. Ismail Darbaar's music is painful. Om Puri was superb in a
small role and brings some relief. but in the end I have decided never to watch a Hindi movie without proper feedback from friends....
Friday, January 21, 2005
bread n butter
bread n butter
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I complete three years in my present job which is also my first job. three years.. what a number. one or two sound too less while five or six too much. but three is right there. not too bad not too good. anyway we'll talk about three sometimes later for now it's certainly a time to lookback. Three years ago when I had set foot in Bangalore it was a do or die situation for me. I had already failed in a couple of very good companies though not entirely because of my fault but a failure indeed and after being unemployed for six months after a dream acedamic career, frustrating would be an understatement for my state of mind. anyway I landed a job here afterall. For that I'll etrnally be thankful to Pala, a hobbit by nature living the statement by Gandalf that you can learn everything about him in less than two months yet after six years he can still surprize you. So here I was in my first job more by luck than talent. I mean I am good I know but six months of grounding can ground your confidence and then you are nothing and working in a company which is best in it's field at that time was really an experience. anyhow I survived and man three years was a long time. I saw so many leave in between and so many more join. just the way things work here. dear friends left, mostly to the states. I don't know why people follow this out of site-out of life funda... anyway... There were ups and downs in the job. I falterd at times. did wonderfully some othertimes... Must say that learning curve bends once you join a job but comfort and 'ash-o-aaram' increases. Though after engineering I was fed up with exams and acedamics I think now I've started to miss them. Specially the excitement of cracking a tough test or exam. I wish work here was graded the same way. well may be they do grade it but all I get to hear is 'we appreciate. good job. excellent work. thanks for all the hard work.' it's so boring. guess I should make this suggestion of saying it differently...
weekend is here. I have to finish the agony and the ecstasy. clean the house, it's a dustbin right now. plan to go carting tomorrow :) yes yes yes. watch LOTR once again. probably wakeup an old friend. might be risky. get a treat from Ashu for cracking three out of three job interviews. Nahi Bachega Bachchooo.
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
headstrong
DD broadcasted an animated series long back whose title track went something like this.
hawa meethee tu aaja poorab se
toofan tu aaja re pashchim se
jor se door tak tum seetee bajao
chali aao jhananana bhananana dhartee pe
aankhon ke saamane meri jhanjhananan
hun chhota men ladka dragon ka...
even today whenever there is a good wind blowing this song comes back to my mind
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
delhi notes
while waiting for the flight to Delhi I realized that 'comb over' has really become popular and it does make a difference to the looks.
since the trip was sponsored by my company I had a chauffeur driven car to take me to the hotel. I generally asked the driver about car's model which I could not clearly see while getting in due to the lack of light outside the Airport, he replied 'Sir, apni hi company ki car hai, TATA ki.' I was like 'wow, TATAs make even a driver feel like part of the company.'
Once inside my room in the Hotel, the Butler asks me 'How will you be paying?'. I was like 'mere chehre pe phakkad likha hai kya?' Later he told me that the question was more of a information to make sure that I knew I was suppose to pay.
India Today published a cover story on Sonia Gandhi recently. One interesting comment by Prabhu Chawla '...retains the essential innocence of a foreigner, one reason why she continues to be moved by the sight of poverty and deprivation...' Last year I spent just three months in the US. But when I returned, for the first time I noticed how dirty the streets were in Jaipur. First time I seemed to feel the pity of the roadside vendors.. I think the effect stayed for a week or so and now of course I know that's how things are here but still interesting phrase 'innocence of a foreigner'.
Delhi was unusually warm for January, thankfully no doubt. Once my official work was done I straight away headed for Bikaner House to board the next available bus to Jaipur. Around India Gate it seems preparations for the Republic Day parade has already started...
Monday, January 17, 2005
vo kaata
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
HSH
Sunday, January 09, 2005
dance on
I had watched it a lot of times being one of my favorite dance numbers and I always thought that the steps in the song were really easy. So when I decided to stop jumping around in the name of dance and start really dancing I picked this one to learn my first steps. by the way this was when I gave up after two dance schools insisting to teach only silly things like salsa and tango and whatever. I mean guys I just want plain simple party dance but no they will teach only these. so I decided to learn it on my own. YES. I am a tagore fan :)
So I started. Decided to follow Akshay's steps. And that's when I realized what lie lies in our eyes. There is such a world's difference in what you see as simple and what it really is. This guy just seemed to go from left to right, legs up and down, hands up and down. that's it. 1-2-3-4. I watched the four steps for more than half an hour and still couldn't figure out how to do it.
well after hard work I succeeded of course but now I have a whole new view of things. dance to someone else's steps!!!
besides I am reading the agony and the ecstasy by irving stone and that's lending another view as well. I mean I never gave marble so much thought. it's everywhere back home but no more than a decoration. and here michelangelo thinks it has a life of it's own. interesting.
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
love you father
though they say time is a great healer but this loss is still as fresh in my mind as it ever was. I miss my father so much and I know so does so many others. most his students and followers. he used to teach Hindi,Sanskrit, Political Sc, Philosophy, Sociology, music and what not to class XIIth to BA,MA,PhD and whatever and he was an encyclopedia of information about our scriptures, culture, traditions, rituals, myths. Main reason I could get through this period was due to his teachings and love. When I was kid and used to cry to get things done in my favor he'd often tell me that every drop of tears is a pearl, don't waste it, singing 'bade bade moti se aansoon jai maala pahnate the' from a poem by Subhadra Kumari Chauhaan. The words used to come ringing in my ears whenever I missed him. My strong belief in my religion is because he could clarify every doubt I had and mind you I used to have a lot of questions.Then he was also a social activist holding many positions in various organizations. and by the way only 16% of his body was functional due to a polio attack when he was just four.
He didn't make too much money. This was something he could never explain to me. I always used to think that he was an underachiever here. He used to say that he love his job of teaching because it's 'Hari ka bhajan aur pet ka dhandha.' I never got the funda. He was so intelligent he could have been IAS or something. I never got it. Not until that day when I saw people flocking for the last rituals and later. People who I'd never met before who'll come sit next to me tears in eyes and tell me how my father shaped their life. I understood that day how right his priorities were.
Saturday, January 01, 2005
The past is gone.
I don't know but I'll quote something from the matrix :
'believe me when I say we have a difficult time ahead of us. but if we are to be prepared for it we must first shed our fear of it.I stand here before you now truthfully unafraid.why? because I believe in something you do not? no. I stand here without fear because I remember. I remember that I am here not because of the path that lies before me but because of the path thet lies behind me.I remember that for one hundred years we have fought these machines. I remember that for 100 years they have sent their armies to destroy us. and after a century of war I remember that which matters most, we are still here. tonight let us send a message to that army. tonight let us shake this cave. tonight let us tremble these halls of earth, steel and rock. tonight let us be heard from the red core to the black sky. tonight let us make them remember that this is zion and we are not afraid.'
The show must go on. Happy New Year friends.