At the Niagra Falls with my cousin - 11th July 2004
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
Monday, July 26, 2004
Desi english movies and their effect on moviegoers.
After a couple of beers and good nights sleep, I woke up on Saturday, feeling fresh as a daisy. A peep through the window was enough to tell me that bad weather was arriving. Darn! Another weekend down the drain.
During such agonizing times, I find it best to go down to my collegues place and get some free sappad. I found mysef at Prashanti's place at about 14:00 (I managed to get a new Casio watch by the way) and after a good meal, sat down to watch some TV. Schumacher was on pole again and this only added to the agony. (double darn!).
Having nothing else to do, I looked at a DVD thatw as lying near by. The title was something like "Knock, Knock, Looking to marry". My sixth sense which was unusually alert this day (it usually shuts off after a plate of "thair sadam"), told me that I was gonna make a BIG mistake. Curiosity got the better of me and I though to myself..hmm maybe I can get some tips on how I can find meself a girl after all.
The next 2 hours proved to be worse that the torture that PoW's found themselves in WW 2 in Japanese controlled territory. I would have been better off being a Jap pilot on one of those Mitsubishi Zeros comitting Harakiri in Pearl Habour.
The movie, apart from the decent looking babe, was the most pathetically directed film I've seen in a quarter of a century. (The 2 years before that was somewhat fuzzy..). a pictorial representation of how my body reacted is depicted below.
Phase 1: Subject is in perfect health. Anticipates a real good movie.
Phase 2: Initialization of iskemic condition in valvues V2 to V5. Time: 5 mins into the picture.
Phase 3: Blood flow patterns begin to reverse. Signs of severe Myocardial infarction coupled with
loss of all kinds of hope. Metabolism levels reverse and subject is now on a one way ticket to nowhere. Timeline: 10th minute onwards to the interval break.
Phase 4: Severe disruption of blood flow to main arteries. Massive cardiac cum celerebral cum neural network arrest. Time line: Post interval to god knows when (subject has lost all sense of the 3 dimensional and quasi calabi yau space world that he is a part of.)
Result: Subject now turns into a petrified, de-generated soul trapped in a dimensionless world. Director to his audience: "Mission Accomplished".
During such agonizing times, I find it best to go down to my collegues place and get some free sappad. I found mysef at Prashanti's place at about 14:00 (I managed to get a new Casio watch by the way) and after a good meal, sat down to watch some TV. Schumacher was on pole again and this only added to the agony. (double darn!).
Having nothing else to do, I looked at a DVD thatw as lying near by. The title was something like "Knock, Knock, Looking to marry". My sixth sense which was unusually alert this day (it usually shuts off after a plate of "thair sadam"), told me that I was gonna make a BIG mistake. Curiosity got the better of me and I though to myself..hmm maybe I can get some tips on how I can find meself a girl after all.
The next 2 hours proved to be worse that the torture that PoW's found themselves in WW 2 in Japanese controlled territory. I would have been better off being a Jap pilot on one of those Mitsubishi Zeros comitting Harakiri in Pearl Habour.
The movie, apart from the decent looking babe, was the most pathetically directed film I've seen in a quarter of a century. (The 2 years before that was somewhat fuzzy..). a pictorial representation of how my body reacted is depicted below.
Phase 1: Subject is in perfect health. Anticipates a real good movie.
Phase 2: Initialization of iskemic condition in valvues V2 to V5. Time: 5 mins into the picture.
Phase 3: Blood flow patterns begin to reverse. Signs of severe Myocardial infarction coupled with
loss of all kinds of hope. Metabolism levels reverse and subject is now on a one way ticket to nowhere. Timeline: 10th minute onwards to the interval break.
Phase 4: Severe disruption of blood flow to main arteries. Massive cardiac cum celerebral cum neural network arrest. Time line: Post interval to god knows when (subject has lost all sense of the 3 dimensional and quasi calabi yau space world that he is a part of.)
Result: Subject now turns into a petrified, de-generated soul trapped in a dimensionless world. Director to his audience: "Mission Accomplished".
Friday, July 23, 2004
My new weapon of creative destruction
Before the trip to the US, I spend considerable time (95% of it in office, out of which 99.99% was spend browsing everything from www.cnet.com to www.stufffordirtcheapincludingdesivideos.com ) trying to figure out the list of things that I wanted to buy from the US.
For folks wondering how despo I was, pelase bear in mind that I have spent a good two and a half years in the most expensive place on Earth.."The European Union" where the only things that middle class income folks like mine can buy are toilet papers (which I still dont beleive in using. Long live the old mug or "sombu" as it is called in Tamil) and "bear" (South Indian for beer).
So the wishlist looked like this:
An iPod, A 6.2 MP Digital SLR, a Camcorder, Jeans, T-Shirts, Medical stuff plus a 2MB text file full of other things ranging from Indian pickle to Tamizh movies including my favorite Senthil&Goundamani comedy series on DVD.
The list looked so damn impressive and I was fantasizing about all this in my room, when suddenly I was brought back earth with a huge thud. Reason my dear bank account which was already nearing the same fate as the Indian central government treasury found itself in 1991, was begging me for mercy. Inspired by Manmogan Singh (as my Eco prof in school used to call him) I decided to reduce the personal fiscal defecit by chastising any expensive shopping spree! So much for building castles in the air.....But hey always dare to dream!
Well now that the trip to the US has ended I find myself having purchased this beauty:
My New Camcorder
If you need the specs you can find them here
Well that the latest addition to my creative arsenal. (The only other weapon is my SLR camera which I must say is still as good as they get).
For folks wondering how despo I was, pelase bear in mind that I have spent a good two and a half years in the most expensive place on Earth.."The European Union" where the only things that middle class income folks like mine can buy are toilet papers (which I still dont beleive in using. Long live the old mug or "sombu" as it is called in Tamil) and "bear" (South Indian for beer).
So the wishlist looked like this:
An iPod, A 6.2 MP Digital SLR, a Camcorder, Jeans, T-Shirts, Medical stuff plus a 2MB text file full of other things ranging from Indian pickle to Tamizh movies including my favorite Senthil&Goundamani comedy series on DVD.
The list looked so damn impressive and I was fantasizing about all this in my room, when suddenly I was brought back earth with a huge thud. Reason my dear bank account which was already nearing the same fate as the Indian central government treasury found itself in 1991, was begging me for mercy. Inspired by Manmogan Singh (as my Eco prof in school used to call him) I decided to reduce the personal fiscal defecit by chastising any expensive shopping spree! So much for building castles in the air.....But hey always dare to dream!
Well now that the trip to the US has ended I find myself having purchased this beauty:
My New Camcorder
If you need the specs you can find them here
Well that the latest addition to my creative arsenal. (The only other weapon is my SLR camera which I must say is still as good as they get).
Thursday, July 22, 2004
Promoting Secularism!
First of all thanks to my pal Srinivas "Vazoooo" for reminding me about this. I was wondering how we could promote secularism among hindus and muslims all over the world and it suddenly struck me what better way to promote than to show it off in your name.
The very first one that comes to my mind is one name that was a favorite torture tool of mine during those golden years at college. I probably gave the the first years or "fachchas" as we used to call them back at B-School (I take the liberty here of calling AIMS a B-School. For all of you folks wondering what the hell AIMS is, look no further than these coordinates Latitude:
17° 22' North Longitude: 78° 26' East and follow your way to Banjara Hills Road Number 3 and ask the local chaiwala about the most frequent visitors to his "bandi". He would probably point you to a 2 bedroom house someplace up a rocky hill where you would find the mother of all B-Schools..mera very own AIMS. Having said that, I will not be responsible for any cases that arise due to patent infringement or intellectucal property right discussions etc arising out the utter devastation that you experience on seeing the non abbreviated form of AIMS!)
Ok, enough beating round the bush (guess I learnt something from Clinton after all). So heres the name that literally STANDS for secularism. For all you final year freaks at college, heres a name that can cause your Juniors, celebral haemorrhage to the 3rd degree...
KhanAbdulGaffarKhanAbdulJaffarSalimIbrahimSuleimanSeth
BaktiyaruddinAhmedItyarArumugam..
(BTW, the name sounds even more hilarious when pronounced by a Mallu. Thereason Im so sure is that I was at the receving end of this "VcMD" ...aka vocabulary causing mental disruption when I was a first year. A mallu senior employed this technique to drive me up the wall..)
Phew...apologies to all Sikhs, Christians, Bhuddists, Taoists, Confusionists blah blah who dont find their name here. Will think of something sometime..
Meanwhile, chew on what you have!
-G
The very first one that comes to my mind is one name that was a favorite torture tool of mine during those golden years at college. I probably gave the the first years or "fachchas" as we used to call them back at B-School (I take the liberty here of calling AIMS a B-School. For all of you folks wondering what the hell AIMS is, look no further than these coordinates Latitude:
17° 22' North Longitude: 78° 26' East and follow your way to Banjara Hills Road Number 3 and ask the local chaiwala about the most frequent visitors to his "bandi". He would probably point you to a 2 bedroom house someplace up a rocky hill where you would find the mother of all B-Schools..mera very own AIMS. Having said that, I will not be responsible for any cases that arise due to patent infringement or intellectucal property right discussions etc arising out the utter devastation that you experience on seeing the non abbreviated form of AIMS!)
Ok, enough beating round the bush (guess I learnt something from Clinton after all). So heres the name that literally STANDS for secularism. For all you final year freaks at college, heres a name that can cause your Juniors, celebral haemorrhage to the 3rd degree...
KhanAbdulGaffarKhanAbdulJaffarSalimIbrahimSuleimanSeth
BaktiyaruddinAhmedItyarArumugam..
(BTW, the name sounds even more hilarious when pronounced by a Mallu. Thereason Im so sure is that I was at the receving end of this "VcMD" ...aka vocabulary causing mental disruption when I was a first year. A mallu senior employed this technique to drive me up the wall..)
Phew...apologies to all Sikhs, Christians, Bhuddists, Taoists, Confusionists blah blah who dont find their name here. Will think of something sometime..
Meanwhile, chew on what you have!
-G
Pics at the Grand Canyon!
With my Cussin Rahul @ The Big Hole in The Ground
(thought I'll let someone look smarter than me for once..grin)
Demo Demons
Folks, a peice of advise to all those of you aspiring to work in software companies that have a "product" model... Think twice before you jump in!
The folks at product companies are somehow obssessed with the concept of showing "demos" to anyone who wanders about in a street. At somewhere within deep down within the blast furnaces of the organization some poor soul is incharge of getting these "demos" ready. The end result is depicted quite beautifully by Captain haddock himself!
All ye wannabe's be warned!
The folks at product companies are somehow obssessed with the concept of showing "demos" to anyone who wanders about in a street. At somewhere within deep down within the blast furnaces of the organization some poor soul is incharge of getting these "demos" ready. The end result is depicted quite beautifully by Captain haddock himself!
All ye wannabe's be warned!
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
Shit Happens - Episode 2
Awrighty folks,
Im back after a lovely 2 weeks in the YouYesYay. Had a great time meeting long lost cousins and collegues. More photos shall follow.
I find myself back to my workplace and it SUCKS big time after such a nice vacation. Loads of work and deadlines to done and met.
When it rains, it sure POURS!
Im back after a lovely 2 weeks in the YouYesYay. Had a great time meeting long lost cousins and collegues. More photos shall follow.
I find myself back to my workplace and it SUCKS big time after such a nice vacation. Loads of work and deadlines to done and met.
When it rains, it sure POURS!
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