Wanna race, punk.
'performance' bike vs. 'puny' scooterate.
12 horses vs. 7 horses.
4-3-2-1-2-3-4 vs V-matic.
Never thought a girl on an Activa would give my ol' machine a run for its money.
But the sheer driving skill, experience and hard determination made the rookie bite the dust.
The road to Sec-14 was never this fun before.
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Who the hell is anonymous.
Ok, it do feels good to see someone 'reading' your blogs and posting comments.
But some anonymous fellow, linking me to an insurance / utility site. That something which really pisses me off.
@Bertie -
(Oh, I'm sick and tired of this) Share the damn admin rights to stop this stuff, since we know you are a bit easy down there :(
If not me / zz9 then atleast madmita or marvin (u still there, buddy!!)
Ok, it do feels good to see someone 'reading' your blogs and posting comments.
But some anonymous fellow, linking me to an insurance / utility site. That something which really pisses me off.
@Bertie -
(Oh, I'm sick and tired of this) Share the damn admin rights to stop this stuff, since we know you are a bit easy down there :(
If not me / zz9 then atleast madmita or marvin (u still there, buddy!!)
Friday, July 21, 2006
The 1% Rule
Posted in Guardian (cross-linked through Emergic) :
'It's an emerging rule of thumb that suggests that if you get a group of 100 people online then one will create content, 10 will "interact" with it (commenting or offering improvements) and the other 89 will just view it.'
In our case:
For every god-knows-how-many people who are online, 3 'provide' content and 3 people 'interact' and 3 people 'view' it.
Posted in Guardian (cross-linked through Emergic) :
'It's an emerging rule of thumb that suggests that if you get a group of 100 people online then one will create content, 10 will "interact" with it (commenting or offering improvements) and the other 89 will just view it.'
In our case:
For every god-knows-how-many people who are online, 3 'provide' content and 3 people 'interact' and 3 people 'view' it.
Freedom finally
Looks like the government has started listening up to protests from people like us.
News article in techtree
Looks like the government has started listening up to protests from people like us.
News article in techtree
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Blogger Blocked!
This is 21st century India. Where, whn a series of blasts rocks the business capital of the country, the best retaliatory measure that the govt. can think of is to block blogging sites. The torchbearers of the freedom of expression in today's connected world.
Is it only me, or does everyone feel that the people governing us, designing policies for us, are so disurbingly dumb that they don't realise...a free mind shall always oppose anything that is being imposed on it...just like imposing reservations is doing exactly the opposite of what it's motive is (er...removing social barriers and caste-based suspicions/hatred....right?)...similarily curbing freedom is the worst possible way to combat hate-based terrorism... for someone wanting to poison the minds of others to initiate them into terrorism, blogging would be probably the most insignifacnt way....but a fanatic blogger unable to quench his urge to pen down his daily thoughts can sure lose his mind and in place of the pen, pick up an AK-47 instead!
P.S.> though what the geniuses at good 'ol IT ministry missed out are the tons of proxi-fy sites that allow anyone to access any damn website...Hail Free Will!
This is 21st century India. Where, whn a series of blasts rocks the business capital of the country, the best retaliatory measure that the govt. can think of is to block blogging sites. The torchbearers of the freedom of expression in today's connected world.
Is it only me, or does everyone feel that the people governing us, designing policies for us, are so disurbingly dumb that they don't realise...a free mind shall always oppose anything that is being imposed on it...just like imposing reservations is doing exactly the opposite of what it's motive is (er...removing social barriers and caste-based suspicions/hatred....right?)...similarily curbing freedom is the worst possible way to combat hate-based terrorism... for someone wanting to poison the minds of others to initiate them into terrorism, blogging would be probably the most insignifacnt way....but a fanatic blogger unable to quench his urge to pen down his daily thoughts can sure lose his mind and in place of the pen, pick up an AK-47 instead!
P.S.> though what the geniuses at good 'ol IT ministry missed out are the tons of proxi-fy sites that allow anyone to access any damn website...Hail Free Will!
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Brave or Indifferent.
The day after the Mumbai blasts.
The newpaper says -
Mumbai'ites cope and will move on.
Everything normalized. Things will go on as if nothing happened.
Is it really so?
Are we brave enough to move on or are we just indifferent?
What did you tell yourself on hearing the news of the blasts? - Shit. that was bad.
The day after the Mumbai blasts.
The newpaper says -
Mumbai'ites cope and will move on.
Everything normalized. Things will go on as if nothing happened.
Is it really so?
Are we brave enough to move on or are we just indifferent?
What did you tell yourself on hearing the news of the blasts? - Shit. that was bad.
Hidden cult of the corporate punk
Creased, tucked in shirts. Crisp business suits. Matching ties. Immaculate speech and mannerisms. The all-accepted image of the corporate world. An image conjured out of the need to be presentable. The need to impress, to leave an impact, and ultimately the need to do business.
But is all this natural??
Damn Fight Club is a great movie. True cinema. Shakes you up and forces you to think. Not to forget, entertains you like no other.
But such grotesque, in-your-face portrayal of everything can sure have some lasting effects. On the psyche ... the rationale to judge what is correct. Or rather, what is thought to be right, but is actually not.
Man is not built to be pleasant. Hell, no other creature in the known universe is. To be presentable...socially acceptable, is a burden, and not the fruit, of what has become to be known as human society. If there is a God up there, he might as well cringe each time someone sneezes and the people around, customarily, say "God bless".
Another thing the movie forces me to think, is that more so than not, people would hate following these stupid pleasantries and customs imposed by society. People driving us to the office, the xerox machine operator...hell maybe even our colleagues and team leads. People whom we think we are unrelated to, but in whose company our life is spent. A seemingly innocent, pleasant face, hiding beneath it the craziness characteristic of a true punk. A mind, trapped in an alien world, imposed, suppressed....ready to explode at any given moment....
Look around...and what do you see? People in a constant state of rage, hurrying around, brashing out aloud on their fancy cellphones...forced into the rat race by capitalistic corporate powerhouses controlling their lives...doing what they don't want to...buying what they don't need....and then made to believe all this to be traits of good citizenship....
One may see all this as something natural, inevitable....i see a punk revolution brewing up...
P.S.>Please don't watch Fight Club more than twice within a week, and go visit a shrink if u do.
Creased, tucked in shirts. Crisp business suits. Matching ties. Immaculate speech and mannerisms. The all-accepted image of the corporate world. An image conjured out of the need to be presentable. The need to impress, to leave an impact, and ultimately the need to do business.
But is all this natural??
Damn Fight Club is a great movie. True cinema. Shakes you up and forces you to think. Not to forget, entertains you like no other.
But such grotesque, in-your-face portrayal of everything can sure have some lasting effects. On the psyche ... the rationale to judge what is correct. Or rather, what is thought to be right, but is actually not.
Man is not built to be pleasant. Hell, no other creature in the known universe is. To be presentable...socially acceptable, is a burden, and not the fruit, of what has become to be known as human society. If there is a God up there, he might as well cringe each time someone sneezes and the people around, customarily, say "God bless".
Another thing the movie forces me to think, is that more so than not, people would hate following these stupid pleasantries and customs imposed by society. People driving us to the office, the xerox machine operator...hell maybe even our colleagues and team leads. People whom we think we are unrelated to, but in whose company our life is spent. A seemingly innocent, pleasant face, hiding beneath it the craziness characteristic of a true punk. A mind, trapped in an alien world, imposed, suppressed....ready to explode at any given moment....
Look around...and what do you see? People in a constant state of rage, hurrying around, brashing out aloud on their fancy cellphones...forced into the rat race by capitalistic corporate powerhouses controlling their lives...doing what they don't want to...buying what they don't need....and then made to believe all this to be traits of good citizenship....
One may see all this as something natural, inevitable....i see a punk revolution brewing up...
P.S.>Please don't watch Fight Club more than twice within a week, and go visit a shrink if u do.
Monday, July 10, 2006
The gud, The Bad, The Silly....
Bertie Wooster is the foppish, nutty, and very wealthy (soon-to-be in this case) co-protagonist and narrator of P. G. Wodehouse's Jeeves stories. Now i ain't called betrie for nuthing....usually it's Jeeves, whose genius manages to extricate Bertie or one of his friends from numerous awkward or difficult situations. But alas!! here there was none.
Infact Wodehouse societies from all over the world are famouse for organising large-scale pranks. Well as for as pranks go this was a gud one.....but a few things here :-
1. No i don't feel bad....i mean pranks are meant to be played on frnds...especially poor'ol bertie (phew!! thank heavens not many ppl read this blog though)
2. I wasn't high, infact i remember smoking abt 3 joints (most i had at one time till now) at blah's home n telling him how this stuff ain't gud....i guess the bigger fun was in making the joints with help of seesh!!Also one of the joints is still lying in my house somewhere (holy shit!)...so that pretty much speaks of the "high" i had.
3. Have to say though.....there was this nice-weird metro ride with madmita after smoking the shit....but then again our weirdity trancends clouds of silly smoke.
4. Side effects to the prank : my kurta almost caught fire, my car got little bit burned and ofcourse messing up madmita's throat!!
5. Finally i knew about this since quite somef time actually...not gonna say how.
Bertie Wooster is the foppish, nutty, and very wealthy (soon-to-be in this case) co-protagonist and narrator of P. G. Wodehouse's Jeeves stories. Now i ain't called betrie for nuthing....usually it's Jeeves, whose genius manages to extricate Bertie or one of his friends from numerous awkward or difficult situations. But alas!! here there was none.
Infact Wodehouse societies from all over the world are famouse for organising large-scale pranks. Well as for as pranks go this was a gud one.....but a few things here :-
1. No i don't feel bad....i mean pranks are meant to be played on frnds...especially poor'ol bertie (phew!! thank heavens not many ppl read this blog though)
2. I wasn't high, infact i remember smoking abt 3 joints (most i had at one time till now) at blah's home n telling him how this stuff ain't gud....i guess the bigger fun was in making the joints with help of seesh!!Also one of the joints is still lying in my house somewhere (holy shit!)...so that pretty much speaks of the "high" i had.
3. Have to say though.....there was this nice-weird metro ride with madmita after smoking the shit....but then again our weirdity trancends clouds of silly smoke.
4. Side effects to the prank : my kurta almost caught fire, my car got little bit burned and ofcourse messing up madmita's throat!!
5. Finally i knew about this since quite somef time actually...not gonna say how.
Sunday, July 09, 2006
2nd time unlucky
Well the whole thing was supposed to come as a package.
The actual execution and then the act of telling everyone about it.
But as they say - you can fool all of them some time, but you can't fool some of them all the time. (ok that was crappy)
It started with bertie asking us to provide him with some grass.
But since we had none, we manufactured some :)
Right from the tree under my house I took some dead leaves, grinded them till they resembled some what to actual grass.
Then came the D-day and we passed on this stuff to bertie and guess what he was getting high on it.
Voila, we had invented grass. And it was available aplenty - in the garden, on the porch, on the tree........
Things were getting a bit out-of-hand when he passed the stuff to madmita as well.
Don't know whether she got high or not. (my bet is on the former)
But unlike all things which end on a happy note, things went berserk.
We wanted to end all this thing with a bang - big blog, pictures attached and the works.
But, my guess is that Bertie got hold of the whole thing thru someone else thus leading to more confusion, mistrust, tension :(
Anyways, now that bertie has gone far away we'll have to find a new bakra for such pranks. Any one game?
Private Messages
@bertie - chill dude. it was just a silly joke. we know you'll feel bad but things will change one day and you'll get a chance to aim at my & zz9's ass.
@madmita - you became a passive victim. just stranded in the cross-fire :D
Well the whole thing was supposed to come as a package.
The actual execution and then the act of telling everyone about it.
But as they say - you can fool all of them some time, but you can't fool some of them all the time. (ok that was crappy)
It started with bertie asking us to provide him with some grass.
But since we had none, we manufactured some :)
Right from the tree under my house I took some dead leaves, grinded them till they resembled some what to actual grass.
Then came the D-day and we passed on this stuff to bertie and guess what he was getting high on it.
Voila, we had invented grass. And it was available aplenty - in the garden, on the porch, on the tree........
Things were getting a bit out-of-hand when he passed the stuff to madmita as well.
Don't know whether she got high or not. (my bet is on the former)
But unlike all things which end on a happy note, things went berserk.
We wanted to end all this thing with a bang - big blog, pictures attached and the works.
But, my guess is that Bertie got hold of the whole thing thru someone else thus leading to more confusion, mistrust, tension :(
Anyways, now that bertie has gone far away we'll have to find a new bakra for such pranks. Any one game?
Private Messages
@bertie - chill dude. it was just a silly joke. we know you'll feel bad but things will change one day and you'll get a chance to aim at my & zz9's ass.
@madmita - you became a passive victim. just stranded in the cross-fire :D
Friday, July 07, 2006
Sports Overloaded
Never considered myself to be a sports fanatic. Never was, actually. I have fond memories of me sitting under a tree, trying to make sense out of an Arundhati Roy, and several classmates calling me to join the ongoing game, much perturbed on losing out on such a fine athlete...
But how times have changed. The past two weeks have been a life-transforming period. God bless soccer, and god bless the World Cup. No longer does TV seem suitable for anything other than sports. Guzzling beer and shouting aloud during a soccer match... all seems so natural now.
And not just soccer. There's Alonso strutting his stuff, troubling Schumi. And the women's semi-finals at good ol' Wimbledon have been no less exciting than a proper catfight. Hell....I even watched golf for an hour recently....and thank god, the list does NOT include cricket (read: the dead sport)
Yaay!....TV's fun again....
Never considered myself to be a sports fanatic. Never was, actually. I have fond memories of me sitting under a tree, trying to make sense out of an Arundhati Roy, and several classmates calling me to join the ongoing game, much perturbed on losing out on such a fine athlete...
But how times have changed. The past two weeks have been a life-transforming period. God bless soccer, and god bless the World Cup. No longer does TV seem suitable for anything other than sports. Guzzling beer and shouting aloud during a soccer match... all seems so natural now.
And not just soccer. There's Alonso strutting his stuff, troubling Schumi. And the women's semi-finals at good ol' Wimbledon have been no less exciting than a proper catfight. Hell....I even watched golf for an hour recently....and thank god, the list does NOT include cricket (read: the dead sport)
Yaay!....TV's fun again....
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