Another dumb one. Am thinking of writing something huge right now. It is something like an epic, but more like another chapter to the super-huge story. Will make a seperate blog for that story after the boards.
Nowthe boards, ditto like tenth, I am scared shit, guilty, and have not studied a bit. Though I have to do only three subjects, I know the others well enough.
I HAVE to get atleast 420, so that's like 70 in each subject, but I wanna score something like eighty now that I am in science, and it is possible. Will have to work hell hard on maths and physics though, not much time....
FEELING SO BLOODY DAMN GUILTY RIGHT NOW
Monday, January 31, 2005
Saturday, January 29, 2005
About today
Had pracs at classes again. Went well, but theapparatus did not work as usual. So what the hell, did not get a thing, and the whole day was wasted. The net worked yesterday, and downloaded calling all angel,s but it was not the version I wanted. I wanted the one from the soundtrack of paying it forward. OK movie.
Will download more today...
using bearshare now. Bigger network than ares of limewire. Gnutella has some creeps on it htough...
Will download more today...
using bearshare now. Bigger network than ares of limewire. Gnutella has some creeps on it htough...
Friday, January 28, 2005
About the last about today
Maybe not. Atleast this blog will stay alive till the boards... I don't study so much, but the other two will go. Will go to ragnorak now...
ah well.
classic twist to the tail
An old man, his grandson and his donkey were going from point A to point B. Now the man is walking, and the boy is sitting on the donkey. The people say that the poor manis walking whuile theyoung boy is sitting... what a bad boy he must be. so the man and his grandson sqitch places. then the people begin to say the the old man is troubling the young boy by making him walk. So neither the man or the boy sit on the donkey. So the people say that they are both fools, as they have a donkey, and they are both walking .Idiots. So Both the man and the boy sit on the donkey, then the townsfolk murmer that the donkey is being ill-treated.
They are deciding what to do over a bridge, and the donkey falls off and dies. Moral of the story : If you try to please everybody at once, you will lose your ass.
Got it as a forward.
Today sucked as usual. Read a hell lot of lotr... a in the taming of smeagol now...
ah well.
classic twist to the tail
An old man, his grandson and his donkey were going from point A to point B. Now the man is walking, and the boy is sitting on the donkey. The people say that the poor manis walking whuile theyoung boy is sitting... what a bad boy he must be. so the man and his grandson sqitch places. then the people begin to say the the old man is troubling the young boy by making him walk. So neither the man or the boy sit on the donkey. So the people say that they are both fools, as they have a donkey, and they are both walking .Idiots. So Both the man and the boy sit on the donkey, then the townsfolk murmer that the donkey is being ill-treated.
They are deciding what to do over a bridge, and the donkey falls off and dies. Moral of the story : If you try to please everybody at once, you will lose your ass.
Got it as a forward.
Today sucked as usual. Read a hell lot of lotr... a in the taming of smeagol now...
Thursday, January 27, 2005
About today, and yesterday, and probably day before too
Did not have cablenet for two days, and like a good boy, I did not go on the net using mtnl, and saved a lot of money.
It started with some error in the SAm server, that I could not get through. So I called up the sify helpline. Idiots, call them as a new subscriber, and someone attends to you imidiately. call them with a problem, and it takes five minutes on the phone listening to crap music before the unhelpful guy on the phone comes and starts asking you dumb questions. My profile needed updating. they needed my surname, and number and all that shit. that obviously did not solve the problem, but he asked me totry anyway. I did, and it hadn't, if you get what I am saying, otherwise it really does not matter.
What the hell?
Then some lady calls and asks me to put bypass ports in my firewall, and when I tell her that I am not using a firewall, she asks me to do so still. What the hell? Then she notes down that the problem is solved. I call again that evening, and this time he asks me to scan the pc for viruses, and I say tht Ihae done so with TWO antivirus softwares, Norton and AVG, both pretty reputed. He does not seem to believe and tells me to scan again. that unhelpful asshole. Then all of a sudden, tonight, the problem sorts itself out. Whatever, you know...
Half way through LOTR. That's so cool...
s calls me ysterday night and asks me to come over today morning. I say No, then I say yes, then I contemplate about it and say No in the end, because I have pracs this morning... or rather had, but would have had it in the next morning yesterday, so half my thoughts were in future tense, and the other half in past.
Shit, right now, something caled pop-under advertising just loaded itself. Those total freaks.
Anyway, so I said yes, but I did not wanna go, and this morning, s calls up and when I say I'm not coming, he begins to shout at me. I stay adamant, and then a calls up, speaks for an hour, I am still sleeping almost, and finally she convinces me to go. Dumb thing to do. So I catch the car on the way, and end up there. The name of the colony is Vijayanagri, and there were arrows all over the place pointing to vijaynagri, but in contrasting directions.
But I ended up in his house eventually, had really nice pav-bhaji, drank a cup of pepsi, which surprised me by appearing, and then left by the cidco bus. I went there for only twenty minutes or so.
Ended up in college, did the first excercise, threw away thes second practically in his face, moved my ass out of there. Oh, it was traditional day today, but I didn't celebrate it. ThenI wait for them to show up, and then talk to them for a while, go to vt, buy dhaani and rabbi in planet M, come bak to sion at 3, meet up with them, and wait with y and n as the sir bores all the other people by bloody actually teaching them image mapping, which he did not do for us that freak.
And finally they come out, and we go to gk., and I have gulkab jamun, and then we all go home. Next time is on feb second, when we have a physics revision lecture. What the hell. If they are giving out the papers I am not gonna take it. DAmn.
Any way, I don't remember much of ysterday and day before except that I have lost around 800 Mbs of songs, but that is opk, because I am still willing to forgive this. Imagine the speed of ethernet. Ahhh.
Ah well...
yopu know how it goes....
It started with some error in the SAm server, that I could not get through. So I called up the sify helpline. Idiots, call them as a new subscriber, and someone attends to you imidiately. call them with a problem, and it takes five minutes on the phone listening to crap music before the unhelpful guy on the phone comes and starts asking you dumb questions. My profile needed updating. they needed my surname, and number and all that shit. that obviously did not solve the problem, but he asked me totry anyway. I did, and it hadn't, if you get what I am saying, otherwise it really does not matter.
What the hell?
Then some lady calls and asks me to put bypass ports in my firewall, and when I tell her that I am not using a firewall, she asks me to do so still. What the hell? Then she notes down that the problem is solved. I call again that evening, and this time he asks me to scan the pc for viruses, and I say tht Ihae done so with TWO antivirus softwares, Norton and AVG, both pretty reputed. He does not seem to believe and tells me to scan again. that unhelpful asshole. Then all of a sudden, tonight, the problem sorts itself out. Whatever, you know...
Half way through LOTR. That's so cool...
s calls me ysterday night and asks me to come over today morning. I say No, then I say yes, then I contemplate about it and say No in the end, because I have pracs this morning... or rather had, but would have had it in the next morning yesterday, so half my thoughts were in future tense, and the other half in past.
Shit, right now, something caled pop-under advertising just loaded itself. Those total freaks.
Anyway, so I said yes, but I did not wanna go, and this morning, s calls up and when I say I'm not coming, he begins to shout at me. I stay adamant, and then a calls up, speaks for an hour, I am still sleeping almost, and finally she convinces me to go. Dumb thing to do. So I catch the car on the way, and end up there. The name of the colony is Vijayanagri, and there were arrows all over the place pointing to vijaynagri, but in contrasting directions.
But I ended up in his house eventually, had really nice pav-bhaji, drank a cup of pepsi, which surprised me by appearing, and then left by the cidco bus. I went there for only twenty minutes or so.
Ended up in college, did the first excercise, threw away thes second practically in his face, moved my ass out of there. Oh, it was traditional day today, but I didn't celebrate it. ThenI wait for them to show up, and then talk to them for a while, go to vt, buy dhaani and rabbi in planet M, come bak to sion at 3, meet up with them, and wait with y and n as the sir bores all the other people by bloody actually teaching them image mapping, which he did not do for us that freak.
And finally they come out, and we go to gk., and I have gulkab jamun, and then we all go home. Next time is on feb second, when we have a physics revision lecture. What the hell. If they are giving out the papers I am not gonna take it. DAmn.
Any way, I don't remember much of ysterday and day before except that I have lost around 800 Mbs of songs, but that is opk, because I am still willing to forgive this. Imagine the speed of ethernet. Ahhh.
Ah well...
yopu know how it goes....
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Test results
http://channels.netscape.com/ns/men/
Purity test
9
You show signs of promise, but you usually let your conscience get the better of you. You would probably have a lot more fun if you came over to the dark side every now and then. But then again, you'd probably get in a lot more trouble.
Car test
Dows not apply to me, The tst should be taken after I buy a car
Suces test
Seems like I am stuck on nine for everythin. I still don't make any dough though, so I think this test does not count too...
Your score is 9!
6-10: Things could be worse, but, like your underlings, you need to step up to the success piñata and start swinging like you really mean it.
Just call me el stupido. Por favor. I like that
Your score is 7!
6-10: You may not be the leader of the pack when it comes to smarts, but you're damn close. We're hoping you can make up for the deficit with a tinge of personality.
online IQ test, as a rule, do not work...
Death test
Your score is 17!
15-20: Your squeaky-clean lifestyle will probably see you into the next millennium. According to my sources, you may not like what you find there.
Finally, I am IN an extreme category, even though I said that things like bungee jumping are my hobbies. Well, they could be. I disappear into the untamed wilderness sometimes. Yesterday, I was like four feet away from an unwatched and probably live tnt wick...
Nerd test
Your score is 10!
6-10: You're straddling the nerd/non-nerd border and the border control is closing in on you. Best apply for dual citizenship.
Yessss.... I am not a nerd afterall. Though any real life that I live is virtual...
Filthy America-centric tests though
Sports test
Your score is 10!
6-10:When you're old and gray, you'll be able to hang out with old, loudmouthed sports dorks like John Madden or Bill Walton. That'll be fun ? NOT!
What the hell??
There you are
Purity test
9
You show signs of promise, but you usually let your conscience get the better of you. You would probably have a lot more fun if you came over to the dark side every now and then. But then again, you'd probably get in a lot more trouble.
Car test
Dows not apply to me, The tst should be taken after I buy a car
Suces test
Seems like I am stuck on nine for everythin. I still don't make any dough though, so I think this test does not count too...
Your score is 9!
6-10: Things could be worse, but, like your underlings, you need to step up to the success piñata and start swinging like you really mean it.
Just call me el stupido. Por favor. I like that
Your score is 7!
6-10: You may not be the leader of the pack when it comes to smarts, but you're damn close. We're hoping you can make up for the deficit with a tinge of personality.
online IQ test, as a rule, do not work...
Death test
Your score is 17!
15-20: Your squeaky-clean lifestyle will probably see you into the next millennium. According to my sources, you may not like what you find there.
Finally, I am IN an extreme category, even though I said that things like bungee jumping are my hobbies. Well, they could be. I disappear into the untamed wilderness sometimes. Yesterday, I was like four feet away from an unwatched and probably live tnt wick...
Nerd test
Your score is 10!
6-10: You're straddling the nerd/non-nerd border and the border control is closing in on you. Best apply for dual citizenship.
Yessss.... I am not a nerd afterall. Though any real life that I live is virtual...
Filthy America-centric tests though
Sports test
Your score is 10!
6-10:When you're old and gray, you'll be able to hang out with old, loudmouthed sports dorks like John Madden or Bill Walton. That'll be fun ? NOT!
What the hell??
There you are
Shit
According to a friendliness test I just took, I pretend to be friendly on the outside, but on the inside I am cold and callous.
I'm going to take all the tests in Netscape now, and will blog how I fared...
Just sat around doing the same old absolutely nothing useful crap tpday too.
heard a nice and supposed to be inspiring but toatally failing to be so song... the lyrics were something like "...take the wrong decisions and watch life slipping through your fingers..."
Saw a nice movie though...
I'm going to take all the tests in Netscape now, and will blog how I fared...
Just sat around doing the same old absolutely nothing useful crap tpday too.
heard a nice and supposed to be inspiring but toatally failing to be so song... the lyrics were something like "...take the wrong decisions and watch life slipping through your fingers..."
Saw a nice movie though...
Paying it forward
Just saw Paying it forward. As soon as I saw the kid die, I thought, why the hell?That was such a dumb thing to happen. It was a cool movie so far, then why did they have to kill him off? I realised that the movie could be based on an incident in real life. If it was ficiton, it was bad fiction, if it was real, it was damneffinggood reality. Turns out it was fiction. Like the song though, calling all angels, will try to download it today. Nice song, thought it was sung by Bic Runga, but it was someone else.
Benny Hinn is here in India. That old fraud. Liked the movie, leap of faith. Shows what people like him do. That is the one reason my whole point of view changed. I hated him for cheating the people like that, but it is just a form of enrtertainment, that is given the illusion of being real. Like WWF wrestling, or books like "nomad of the time streams" by Moorcock, or the story about Jinns by Ruskin Bond. You just make something look like real so people buy it... Not such a bad idea, just a very low marketing strategy that's all.But atleast on some level, the others accept that it is only entertainment, Hinn does not. WIll look him up on the net...
Benny Hinn is here in India. That old fraud. Liked the movie, leap of faith. Shows what people like him do. That is the one reason my whole point of view changed. I hated him for cheating the people like that, but it is just a form of enrtertainment, that is given the illusion of being real. Like WWF wrestling, or books like "nomad of the time streams" by Moorcock, or the story about Jinns by Ruskin Bond. You just make something look like real so people buy it... Not such a bad idea, just a very low marketing strategy that's all.But atleast on some level, the others accept that it is only entertainment, Hinn does not. WIll look him up on the net...
Monday, January 24, 2005
If all is not lost, where is it?
Thats so cool. It was said by some dudette called Gloria Miller. Reader's Digest has not gone very much to the dogs after all, but I still have my misgivings since India Today took over it. The puplications of Times group are getting tabloidish by the day.
not that it matters very much, not that anything actually matters very much now.
Where was I in the precious blog before I was interupted before a fruitless cyberspace clickathon by my father, who just went in circles while I watched secretly through the corners of my eyes while half heartedly reading the Jan issue of RD, which finally came via courier.
Then the computer became uncooperative probably because of all the useless clicking... and dad finally gave up trying to make it work for him, so now i am trying to, and it has been more responsive than it usually is.
But at the moment, I am very happy with it. finally managed to burn a properly finalised cd with the downloads of yesterday and today, though i could not fir the something stupid video in it. Will probably start downloading from eleven o clock today, and let it run all the way till nine tommorrow, so I can download more stuff today. Limewire is a HUGE disappointment. It let me down at around three o clock this morning, when I was fast asleep and had no clue that it had given up downloading for some wierd reason. I had to get up at around six, and start over everything at ares to make a little paisa vasoool. Limewire wasted a day of my cablenet, though I have noticed that the speed goes down in the wee hours of the morning. Those cheating bastards...
They NEVER deliver what they promise. The bandwidth promised is almost never what you get, even with a reputed provider like Satyam.
forget shit like MTNL. Bloody 40Kbps. That's like what five kilobytes per second. Thats so sucks.
This is obviously infinitely better than MTNL> I will try downloading a game any time soon. Listening to evanescense now, and almost cannot hear it, becaouse of amma's kind suggestion to hear it by keeping it at a volume below seven. I particularly like tourniquet, though my favorite is wake me up. something wrong with the cd drive or the cd. The sound is faltering. MAybe the connections with the speaker is not perfect. Will have to sort it out.
Had trouble listening to the radio in the morning. Ah silence now.
Read a bit of LOTR in the bus.
Ah well....
that's all the crap this dumb blog can get out of me today.
not that it matters very much, not that anything actually matters very much now.
Where was I in the precious blog before I was interupted before a fruitless cyberspace clickathon by my father, who just went in circles while I watched secretly through the corners of my eyes while half heartedly reading the Jan issue of RD, which finally came via courier.
Then the computer became uncooperative probably because of all the useless clicking... and dad finally gave up trying to make it work for him, so now i am trying to, and it has been more responsive than it usually is.
But at the moment, I am very happy with it. finally managed to burn a properly finalised cd with the downloads of yesterday and today, though i could not fir the something stupid video in it. Will probably start downloading from eleven o clock today, and let it run all the way till nine tommorrow, so I can download more stuff today. Limewire is a HUGE disappointment. It let me down at around three o clock this morning, when I was fast asleep and had no clue that it had given up downloading for some wierd reason. I had to get up at around six, and start over everything at ares to make a little paisa vasoool. Limewire wasted a day of my cablenet, though I have noticed that the speed goes down in the wee hours of the morning. Those cheating bastards...
They NEVER deliver what they promise. The bandwidth promised is almost never what you get, even with a reputed provider like Satyam.
forget shit like MTNL. Bloody 40Kbps. That's like what five kilobytes per second. Thats so sucks.
This is obviously infinitely better than MTNL> I will try downloading a game any time soon. Listening to evanescense now, and almost cannot hear it, becaouse of amma's kind suggestion to hear it by keeping it at a volume below seven. I particularly like tourniquet, though my favorite is wake me up. something wrong with the cd drive or the cd. The sound is faltering. MAybe the connections with the speaker is not perfect. Will have to sort it out.
Had trouble listening to the radio in the morning. Ah silence now.
Read a bit of LOTR in the bus.
Ah well....
that's all the crap this dumb blog can get out of me today.
Sunday, January 23, 2005
Homo floresiensis
This type of fossil hobbits were around a long time ago, the hobbit connection was only made when the LOTR moview became famous. Such a crude thing to do. the hobbites were supposed to be in Englad, they turned up in Flores.
Ah well...
anyway
From: http://www.lorencoleman.com/top_cryptozoology_2004.html
The story is as remarkable as the finding of the first coelacanth, the 65 million year extinct "living fossil" found off Africa in 1938. The biggest story in anthropology for 2004 may become the event of the decade within cryptozoology. The editor of Nature, Henry Gee, in an editorial entitled "Flores, God and Cryptozoology," wrote: "The discovery that Homo floresiensis survived until so very recently, in geological terms, makes it more likely that stories of other mythical, human-like creatures such as Yetis are founded on grains of truth....Now, cryptozoology, the study of such fabulous creatures, can come in from the cold."
On October 27, 2004, Nature announced an entirely new species of Homo, concurrently living with modern humans (Homo sapiens), from the Indonesian island of Flores. The team of scientists (Peter Brown, T. Sutikna, Mike Morwood, R. P. Soejono, M. W. Moore, D. R. Hobbs, M. I. Bird, and several other Australians and Indonesians) involved in the discovery and analyses of the Flores people thought they were at first dealing with children, but soon realized this was a group of fully-grown 3 feet (one meter) tall hominids, a new species, who lived as recently as 13,000 years ago. Christened with the new name, Homo floresiensis, the type specimen is a 30 year old female, with the subfossilized remains of six other individuals also being found in the same cave.
Local natives on Flores have one hundred year old legends of a small hairy people, the Ebu Gogo, and clues from these tales will be employed to find new caves to explore for evidence of their former little habitants. While Sumatra's Orang Pendek has been mentioned in the same context as the media nicknamed "Hobbits" of Flores, the more relevant cryptids are not anthropoids, but the fully manlike ones, such as the Nittaewo, the three feet tall hairy hominids of ancient Ceylon (Sri Lanka) -- mentioned by Pliny in the first century -- who were said to exist to the end of the 18th Century. It is time to look again at reports of little people, with an eye to the discovery of their subfossil remains and living existence, from Sri Lanka to the South Pacific. As many cryptozoologists have been saying for years about these unknown hairy hominid reports: "We are not alone." Now we know that is assuredly true
Ah well...
anyway
From: http://www.lorencoleman.com/top_cryptozoology_2004.html
The story is as remarkable as the finding of the first coelacanth, the 65 million year extinct "living fossil" found off Africa in 1938. The biggest story in anthropology for 2004 may become the event of the decade within cryptozoology. The editor of Nature, Henry Gee, in an editorial entitled "Flores, God and Cryptozoology," wrote: "The discovery that Homo floresiensis survived until so very recently, in geological terms, makes it more likely that stories of other mythical, human-like creatures such as Yetis are founded on grains of truth....Now, cryptozoology, the study of such fabulous creatures, can come in from the cold."
On October 27, 2004, Nature announced an entirely new species of Homo, concurrently living with modern humans (Homo sapiens), from the Indonesian island of Flores. The team of scientists (Peter Brown, T. Sutikna, Mike Morwood, R. P. Soejono, M. W. Moore, D. R. Hobbs, M. I. Bird, and several other Australians and Indonesians) involved in the discovery and analyses of the Flores people thought they were at first dealing with children, but soon realized this was a group of fully-grown 3 feet (one meter) tall hominids, a new species, who lived as recently as 13,000 years ago. Christened with the new name, Homo floresiensis, the type specimen is a 30 year old female, with the subfossilized remains of six other individuals also being found in the same cave.
Local natives on Flores have one hundred year old legends of a small hairy people, the Ebu Gogo, and clues from these tales will be employed to find new caves to explore for evidence of their former little habitants. While Sumatra's Orang Pendek has been mentioned in the same context as the media nicknamed "Hobbits" of Flores, the more relevant cryptids are not anthropoids, but the fully manlike ones, such as the Nittaewo, the three feet tall hairy hominids of ancient Ceylon (Sri Lanka) -- mentioned by Pliny in the first century -- who were said to exist to the end of the 18th Century. It is time to look again at reports of little people, with an eye to the discovery of their subfossil remains and living existence, from Sri Lanka to the South Pacific. As many cryptozoologists have been saying for years about these unknown hairy hominid reports: "We are not alone." Now we know that is assuredly true
About today
Almost, but not quiet studied. Damn. Tommorrow, will have to do it. Downloaded a lot of Yancovich and Mozart today. Slept most of the afternoon, and then played songs on wmp10, which I downloaded yesterday. Am going to start work on a startbar toolbar plugin for winamp. It's going to be tough... but what the hell, I have something useful to do in the vacs after the boards.
Used evil lyrics, but need something that will search all the lyrics and save them quicker. Even better, need a filetype that saves the lyrics with the song. Why haven't people thought of that yet?
Eminem is the best thing since elvis presley. Listening to without me right now. This blog needs a music bar, that says what music we were listening to at that point of time as writing the blog. Will probably suggest that.
Had a long discussion about child labour. Too tedious to write it all here but basically, amma was saying that these organisations like cry are totally corrupt and end up ruining the lives of the farm children, who don't need things like the cannizaro's reaction for what they are going to do, and education makes them come to the cities with big dreams, which spoils their land and makes them criminals. Such a paranoid view according to me.
Used evil lyrics, but need something that will search all the lyrics and save them quicker. Even better, need a filetype that saves the lyrics with the song. Why haven't people thought of that yet?
Eminem is the best thing since elvis presley. Listening to without me right now. This blog needs a music bar, that says what music we were listening to at that point of time as writing the blog. Will probably suggest that.
Had a long discussion about child labour. Too tedious to write it all here but basically, amma was saying that these organisations like cry are totally corrupt and end up ruining the lives of the farm children, who don't need things like the cannizaro's reaction for what they are going to do, and education makes them come to the cities with big dreams, which spoils their land and makes them criminals. Such a paranoid view according to me.
Saturday, January 22, 2005
I hope
I hope they put the stats back on soon. Finished downloding wmp10, and so the radio began to work. Now it is coming pretty smoothly. Bastet was the G.O.D today.
"Shayari karni waala hota hai shayar, beechme bolne waala futa tyre" These idiots on the trains come up with some really dumb things to scribble on the trains.
I'm done...
"Shayari karni waala hota hai shayar, beechme bolne waala futa tyre" These idiots on the trains come up with some really dumb things to scribble on the trains.
I'm done...
Prrrrrrrrrrffft
the radio on yahoo messenger worked only on one day. Am testing it today. Wow man, I am downloading like 90 songs a day by cablenet. this is really fast. I am downloading wmp10 right now.
did pretty much nothing today too. Am so full of guilt for not studying. SMNS had come voer today, and all of us had khatta rice, as he called it. It was chitranna, or lemon rice.
The dumb radio has not yet loaded. Am going to study tommorrow for the IT pracs. There is a maths test on monday at Beta classes, which I am going to miss...
Need a web server at home to test asp servers. dont have a good one.
Ah well....
IIS is not getting downloaded.
Will have to ask people...
yeah
did pretty much nothing today too. Am so full of guilt for not studying. SMNS had come voer today, and all of us had khatta rice, as he called it. It was chitranna, or lemon rice.
The dumb radio has not yet loaded. Am going to study tommorrow for the IT pracs. There is a maths test on monday at Beta classes, which I am going to miss...
Need a web server at home to test asp servers. dont have a good one.
Ah well....
IIS is not getting downloaded.
Will have to ask people...
yeah
Friday, January 21, 2005
Focus lost
Discoverd the text to speech engine in the control panel. So cool. Found a good version of my prerogative on limewire, may switch to it from ares.
JKust saw kofee with karan with Sunny and Bobby. Simple, down to earth, humble, excellent people. Not like your everyday filmstars. They look like they have been stuck in the wrong industry because of their parentage.
The focus stealing is so bad here. I am happily typing, suddenly a page loads, and bang, I am typing something in a totally useless text field. Damn things.
JKust saw kofee with karan with Sunny and Bobby. Simple, down to earth, humble, excellent people. Not like your everyday filmstars. They look like they have been stuck in the wrong industry because of their parentage.
The focus stealing is so bad here. I am happily typing, suddenly a page loads, and bang, I am typing something in a totally useless text field. Damn things.
Rich girl.
Hearing the song rich girl by Gwen Stefani love-hate the nananana... bit. Can't get the song out of my head. Finally I have more songs than I can handle. DAMN. Will download almost anything now, and I am getting a steady stream of music tht I haven't heard before. Ah well... all my music needs are satisfied now. Can listen to net radio like I listen to live radio. Cablenet was a good option, really. Ah well...Saw the Serena-Sania match. I thought Serena was arrogant and was playing like Australia would play when faced with the gali crocket team from here. But she must have said something encouraging at the end of the match, she patted her shoulder. Nice gesture according to me... I thought she was being apartheid you know... Mirza being an Indian and all. The guy commentator was good, and encouraging, but the lady commentator was being pragmatic. The crowd was cool though, they wanted the underdog to win, as always. If Mirza is not spoilt by loads of ads and stuff, she has the potential to become an A-grade player.Ah well, India was never good at sports.Mom is at home today, bakkri id is a holiday. Am basically doing nothing, but am going to back up all the songs Ihave downloaded by writing them... you kind of have to do it, or it is a waste you know. Lets see... 900 mb of songs! That's so cool. i would have probably exceeded the capacity in one night if it weren't for unlimited. Satyam ka maar rahan hoon. Total paisa vasool you know. Listening to rape me by nirvana. Heard it as break free. I heard let me entertain you by robbie williams as rape me, during the dragged let me part. Ah well. BAcking up the cds now...
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Like promised - the curiosities
Greatest number of twins to one motherThe first wife of Fyodor Vassilet, a peasant of the Moscow Juridisction, had 69 children. In 27 confinements, she gave birth to 16 pairs of twins, seven sets of triplets, and four sets of quadruplets. Most of the children survived. Mme Vassilet (1816-72) was so renowned that she was presented at the Court of the Tsar Alaxander IIRef Guiness Book of world records
ParthenogenesisThe only significant claim to parthenogenesis in recent years was fully investigated and reported by S. BAlfour Lynn. The woman, 'Mrs. Alpha', had a daughter where parthenogenesis could not be disproved.Ref S. Balfour Lynn (1955) Letter to LAncet, ii, 967
Youngest motherLina MEdina was delivered by Caesarean section at LA MAternidad de Lima in Peru in 1939. She was aged 5 1?2. The baby weighed 2700 g. Lima MEdina was born in PEru in 1933 and developed secendory sex characteristics in the first year and had her first period at the age of eight months.Ref. Jonathan Scott, personal communication, also E. Esconiel (1939) Presse Med., 47, 1648
False twinsFalse twins are not uncommon, when 'twin' children have been fathered by diffrent men.
A recent case was proven by a blood test producing evidence for a court ruling that one of the twins was illegitimate. The twins were born in Dinslaken, West Germany in 1970.Ref The Times, 31st December 1970
In Nashville, Tennessee in Spetember 1887, a Negro gave birth to one black baby and one mulatto baby, presumable having been impregnated twice.REf. G.M. Gould and W.L. Pyle (1901) Anomoliesand Curiosities of MEdicine. London: Saunders & Co.
!. Unsusual methods of conceptionOn 12th May 1863, a bullet fired in the American Civil War by thr Confederates is said to have hit and carried away the left testis of one of Grant's soldiers. The same bullet went on to penetrate the left side of a young woman who was ministering to the wounds of the injured. Two hundred and seventy-eight days later, she, firmly insisting on her virginity, gave birth to an 8lb (3.6 kg) boy. The hymen was intact. Three weeks later, Dr L.G. Capers of Vicksburg, Miss., was called to see the boy because of a swelling in his scrotum. HE operated and removed a smashed and battered minieball. He concluded that this was the same bullet that had hit the testis of the father, thus carrying sperm to the mother and fertilizing the ovum. He approached the soldier and related the story, later introducing him to the mother. The two formed an attachment and married, later producing three more children by conventional means.Ref. Lancet, i, 35, 1875
A case is reported that during the seige of Bernen of Zsoom in 1622, a soldier's wife was cut in two by a cannonball. A soldier keeping watch found the child in its intact membranes in the stream. IT was recovered and was later christened Albert Ambrosius after his fatehr.Ref (1) Professor F.B. Osiander (1796) Handbook and the arts of Midwifery, Gottingen (2) Stalpart. Dissert de Foet, Nutriet., 45. Also reproducved in G.M. GOuld and W.L. Pyle (1901) Anamolies and curiosities in medicine. London " Saunders & Co
how the hell?abother bullet-testis impregnation?Intact Hymen Preventing DeliveryA case is reported of a woman who presented for the first time in labour 1955. On examination, the baby's head was right down the perineum with a thick hymen stretched over it. Division of the hymen was bloodless and permitted a normal vaginal delivery. Ref Patricia Price, personal communication
Unusual methods of deliverySeveral cases are recorded of birth per rectum. a recent example is that of a M'Kikuyu woman, who had previously undergone female circumcision. In labour, the posterior vaginal wall ruptured and she delivered herself per rectum, tearing the sphincter ani.Re. P.G. Preston, personal communications.Really man, OUCH!
Ossification of the clitorisA case is recorded in Venice of a 'public woman' who had an osseous clitoris. It was said that men having connection with her invariably suffered great pain followed by inflamation of the p[enis.Ref. Dictionnaire des Sciences Medicales, Paris, 1812.Reproduced by G.M. Gould and W.L. Pyle (1901) Anomalies and Curiosities of MEdicine, London: Saunders & Co.
Vaginal foreign bodiesThere are a great many references to an enormous deversity of foreign bodies, including goblets, hairpins, needles, bottles, beer glasses, compasses, bobbins and pessaries. In our won expirience, we have witnessed a British LEyland Mini gear knob. The histologist was unable to give the year of manufacture. In another case, a front collar stud was found. Ref. S.B. Herd, presented to North of Englad Obstetric and Gynaecological society, February 1955.At the same meeting speakiers from the floor described their findings including a piece of tin and a goldfish.
Anamolies of the VaginaAll manner of ocongenital anamolies of the vagina are recorded, ranging from compelete absence to duplication, and anamalous openings. None of these cases can be considered unique, though Ferguson reports of a case of a prostitute of 18 years who was found to have no vagina, uterus or ovaries. She had practiced her profession by conducting coitus through the urethra which was considerably dilated as a result, though not causing incontinence of urine.Ref. ferguson (1883) PLanet, NEw York, i
Foreign bodies in the cervixA case is reported of a yound woman who was found to have a signet ring embedded in the cervix.Re. DAme Josophine BErnes, personal communication
Uterine Anamolies, Utreus implanted into rectumThere are a great many congenital uterine anamolies ranging from absence to complete reduplication, but it is unlikely if any of these are unique. A possible exception is offered as an example.A bengali muslim of 28 complained of irregular painful periods and mensturation per rectum. Examination revealed a blind vaginal vault. Laparotomy showed the lower pole of the utreus to be 3 in (7.5 cm) distant from the vault of the vagina and implanted into the rectum, just below the rectosigmoid junction. this developemental anamoly is thought to be the only recorded case and seems to be caused by a failure of the mullerian ducts to unite with the urogenital sinus.Ref. I.T. Patrick et al. (1957) Letter to lancet II, 896
Again, How the hell?Ectopic Menstruation (Endometrosis)Many extraordinary cases of cyclical mestruation from extrauterine sites have been recorded, including vicarious mesturation from the breasts, ear and mouth. the following are some examples of authentic cases.
sir James Paget reported the case of a girl seen at Moorfields Eye Hospital in London who had a small effusion of blood into the anterior chamber of the eye at the time of each period.Ref. J. Paget (1882) Lancet I 786
Another case is reported of a young lady who was wounded in her leg after breaking one of the steel struts of her crinoline. Thereafter, she had regular blood loss from the wound at the time of her periods. Ref. hogg (1885) Lancet ii, 515
A recent, but not unique case is reported of a woman who mensturated regularly per urethramRef. R.D. de VEre, personal communication
A case of regular mensturation into the pleural cavity occcured in a young woman. The diagnosis was confirmed by removing an area of endometrosis from the pleura.Ref. Dame Josophine Barnes, Personal communication
ParthenogenesisThe only significant claim to parthenogenesis in recent years was fully investigated and reported by S. BAlfour Lynn. The woman, 'Mrs. Alpha', had a daughter where parthenogenesis could not be disproved.Ref S. Balfour Lynn (1955) Letter to LAncet, ii, 967
Youngest motherLina MEdina was delivered by Caesarean section at LA MAternidad de Lima in Peru in 1939. She was aged 5 1?2. The baby weighed 2700 g. Lima MEdina was born in PEru in 1933 and developed secendory sex characteristics in the first year and had her first period at the age of eight months.Ref. Jonathan Scott, personal communication, also E. Esconiel (1939) Presse Med., 47, 1648
False twinsFalse twins are not uncommon, when 'twin' children have been fathered by diffrent men.
A recent case was proven by a blood test producing evidence for a court ruling that one of the twins was illegitimate. The twins were born in Dinslaken, West Germany in 1970.Ref The Times, 31st December 1970
In Nashville, Tennessee in Spetember 1887, a Negro gave birth to one black baby and one mulatto baby, presumable having been impregnated twice.REf. G.M. Gould and W.L. Pyle (1901) Anomoliesand Curiosities of MEdicine. London: Saunders & Co.
!. Unsusual methods of conceptionOn 12th May 1863, a bullet fired in the American Civil War by thr Confederates is said to have hit and carried away the left testis of one of Grant's soldiers. The same bullet went on to penetrate the left side of a young woman who was ministering to the wounds of the injured. Two hundred and seventy-eight days later, she, firmly insisting on her virginity, gave birth to an 8lb (3.6 kg) boy. The hymen was intact. Three weeks later, Dr L.G. Capers of Vicksburg, Miss., was called to see the boy because of a swelling in his scrotum. HE operated and removed a smashed and battered minieball. He concluded that this was the same bullet that had hit the testis of the father, thus carrying sperm to the mother and fertilizing the ovum. He approached the soldier and related the story, later introducing him to the mother. The two formed an attachment and married, later producing three more children by conventional means.Ref. Lancet, i, 35, 1875
A case is reported that during the seige of Bernen of Zsoom in 1622, a soldier's wife was cut in two by a cannonball. A soldier keeping watch found the child in its intact membranes in the stream. IT was recovered and was later christened Albert Ambrosius after his fatehr.Ref (1) Professor F.B. Osiander (1796) Handbook and the arts of Midwifery, Gottingen (2) Stalpart. Dissert de Foet, Nutriet., 45. Also reproducved in G.M. GOuld and W.L. Pyle (1901) Anamolies and curiosities in medicine. London " Saunders & Co
how the hell?abother bullet-testis impregnation?Intact Hymen Preventing DeliveryA case is reported of a woman who presented for the first time in labour 1955. On examination, the baby's head was right down the perineum with a thick hymen stretched over it. Division of the hymen was bloodless and permitted a normal vaginal delivery. Ref Patricia Price, personal communication
Unusual methods of deliverySeveral cases are recorded of birth per rectum. a recent example is that of a M'Kikuyu woman, who had previously undergone female circumcision. In labour, the posterior vaginal wall ruptured and she delivered herself per rectum, tearing the sphincter ani.Re. P.G. Preston, personal communications.Really man, OUCH!
Ossification of the clitorisA case is recorded in Venice of a 'public woman' who had an osseous clitoris. It was said that men having connection with her invariably suffered great pain followed by inflamation of the p[enis.Ref. Dictionnaire des Sciences Medicales, Paris, 1812.Reproduced by G.M. Gould and W.L. Pyle (1901) Anomalies and Curiosities of MEdicine, London: Saunders & Co.
Vaginal foreign bodiesThere are a great many references to an enormous deversity of foreign bodies, including goblets, hairpins, needles, bottles, beer glasses, compasses, bobbins and pessaries. In our won expirience, we have witnessed a British LEyland Mini gear knob. The histologist was unable to give the year of manufacture. In another case, a front collar stud was found. Ref. S.B. Herd, presented to North of Englad Obstetric and Gynaecological society, February 1955.At the same meeting speakiers from the floor described their findings including a piece of tin and a goldfish.
Anamolies of the VaginaAll manner of ocongenital anamolies of the vagina are recorded, ranging from compelete absence to duplication, and anamalous openings. None of these cases can be considered unique, though Ferguson reports of a case of a prostitute of 18 years who was found to have no vagina, uterus or ovaries. She had practiced her profession by conducting coitus through the urethra which was considerably dilated as a result, though not causing incontinence of urine.Ref. ferguson (1883) PLanet, NEw York, i
Foreign bodies in the cervixA case is reported of a yound woman who was found to have a signet ring embedded in the cervix.Re. DAme Josophine BErnes, personal communication
Uterine Anamolies, Utreus implanted into rectumThere are a great many congenital uterine anamolies ranging from absence to complete reduplication, but it is unlikely if any of these are unique. A possible exception is offered as an example.A bengali muslim of 28 complained of irregular painful periods and mensturation per rectum. Examination revealed a blind vaginal vault. Laparotomy showed the lower pole of the utreus to be 3 in (7.5 cm) distant from the vault of the vagina and implanted into the rectum, just below the rectosigmoid junction. this developemental anamoly is thought to be the only recorded case and seems to be caused by a failure of the mullerian ducts to unite with the urogenital sinus.Ref. I.T. Patrick et al. (1957) Letter to lancet II, 896
Again, How the hell?Ectopic Menstruation (Endometrosis)Many extraordinary cases of cyclical mestruation from extrauterine sites have been recorded, including vicarious mesturation from the breasts, ear and mouth. the following are some examples of authentic cases.
sir James Paget reported the case of a girl seen at Moorfields Eye Hospital in London who had a small effusion of blood into the anterior chamber of the eye at the time of each period.Ref. J. Paget (1882) Lancet I 786
Another case is reported of a young lady who was wounded in her leg after breaking one of the steel struts of her crinoline. Thereafter, she had regular blood loss from the wound at the time of her periods. Ref. hogg (1885) Lancet ii, 515
A recent, but not unique case is reported of a woman who mensturated regularly per urethramRef. R.D. de VEre, personal communication
A case of regular mensturation into the pleural cavity occcured in a young woman. The diagnosis was confirmed by removing an area of endometrosis from the pleura.Ref. Dame Josophine Barnes, Personal communication
poncho
Found out what a poncho was yesterday. Or atleast, found out that it was called a poncho. A girl wearing a huge green one came to coll, and N liked it. Ah well. Actually, those amigo-style singers from mexico wear something like that too, I never figured out that that too was called a poncho...
about today
Downloaded loads of songs yesterday. Am eating idlis right now, slightly hungry. Am downloading loads of things, including dap7, and ie6, the proper one. Ah well. Lets see what happens now.
Todays lecture went OK, got really bad marks in the pracs, but that's ok, i guess. Went to vrindavan after the lec, had chole puri, went back to coll, caught up wiht other friends then came home by car. His ears wobbled again.
Anyway, got a capacitor with me too.
who cares
Bye
Today was amazingly boring, by the way.
Todays lecture went OK, got really bad marks in the pracs, but that's ok, i guess. Went to vrindavan after the lec, had chole puri, went back to coll, caught up wiht other friends then came home by car. His ears wobbled again.
Anyway, got a capacitor with me too.
who cares
Bye
Today was amazingly boring, by the way.
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Slimbrowser
Using some wierd browser that works just like IE. IE is totally screwed by these net companies, something like yahoogle installed around a billion toolbars bloody. So now I have to use this as netscape wont support blogger, or blogger wont support netscape, rather, knowing that the coding is browser-interpreted... you know.
So now I have to use this, which is pretty cool, by the way... and blogger is screwed anyway, it suddenly publishes posts that I thought were lost, and published around three versions of 8:40.
I had to delete the other two, and it turns out that numbers CAN be put in the title afterall.
I lost focus because of a stupid webshots ad. Dumb thing. Focus should never be lsot, these software guys are total assholic freaks.
So now I have to use this, which is pretty cool, by the way... and blogger is screwed anyway, it suddenly publishes posts that I thought were lost, and published around three versions of 8:40.
I had to delete the other two, and it turns out that numbers CAN be put in the title afterall.
I lost focus because of a stupid webshots ad. Dumb thing. Focus should never be lsot, these software guys are total assholic freaks.
Good music
Kisna
Hum hai is pal yahan...
good one.
Anway, have to upload the blogs of the past three days, along with the timestamps. This net is so fast that My virtual memory cannot handle the amount of bandwidth. That's just so cool
Hum hai is pal yahan...
good one.
Anway, have to upload the blogs of the past three days, along with the timestamps. This net is so fast that My virtual memory cannot handle the amount of bandwidth. That's just so cool
Regrets
Do I have any regrets?
I would like to say no, but I do... just one huge regret.
I should have gone regularly to all the classes I signed up for. Damn. I especially miss Public Speaking. I was too small to understand any of these feelings back then. I just thought they were all random sad feelings.
However, no regrets on this one, and for future reference, this is the random winkytonk washer. Whatever the hell that is.
I would like to say no, but I do... just one huge regret.
I should have gone regularly to all the classes I signed up for. Damn. I especially miss Public Speaking. I was too small to understand any of these feelings back then. I just thought they were all random sad feelings.
However, no regrets on this one, and for future reference, this is the random winkytonk washer. Whatever the hell that is.
eight forty
Wanted to name this blog 8:40, but seems this dumb thing cannot put anumber in its title. How sad, for something powered by google. Will rpobably report it. Also figured out why the stats have not been updated, its bug they are fixing... will upload that later.
Twenty minutes to go, and I am on broadband. Yesssssssssssssss.
Finally.
Thing is, he came, he removed the lan card, put it back in, and we were online! And then, came the super-mega-ultra glitch. The computer shutdown, and continued to shut down every time it ws restarted. HE tried removing the Lan card again, it did not work. HE removed and cleaned the RAM a couple of times. All the time, he came to know that I knew as much as him about computers, he was especially impressed when I shutdown the system initiated shutdown sequence with a shutdown -a. But that didn't work after the first time. There was some other error. HE went away saying that he would make my username and password in the office. He is a good guy. I was frustrated and depressed, and mad at the whole universe in general, and a non-existing god in particular, just for someone to blame it on. 15 minutes before broadband... you know. Then, i tried a load of things, like shutting it down and starting up repeatedly without interrupting the scandisk, then tinkering about with the settings in bios, then using the default settings, then the optimum settings, and finally restarting halfway through the restart sequence to bring up the safe mode / normal mode menu. Once in safe mode, I deleted all the profiles and made new ones (unnecesarily) I bloody lost all my favorites in the process, but right then, it was worth it. Oh shit, I will have to get them all back again, but I can handle that allright... Then too, after restarting normally, whenever I logged in, I had the same bloody problem. After that I have restarted a couple of times and things are back to normal, but there was ONE more thing I had to do. I had to go to the safe mode screen, and pick the option to start everything with the last settings that worked, but because I had already started everything in safe mode, it simply started in safe mode, but it still worked anyweay, and I was back. Yessssssssssssssss. I was back, and I was back online. Finally! Only, i did not have the software to connect to the lan. I called the cableguy up, and sked him to send his 'engineers' then i went to sify.com on a whim, and it bloody worked. again, YEsssssssssssssssss. The system told me that it had recovered from a critical something, and sent an error report to the damn corporation called microsoft which started off the whole shitty thing in the first place. I was so happy that i was back, that I called up a few people that I have not called up for a long time. A cousin on both sides, one ws out, and the other was there. Had a long chat about stuff... I am on Broadband in TEN minutes.
Khud se anjaan hu mein
khud se begaana
Khud se anjaan hu mein
khud se begaana
Kya dekhti hai tumhari nazar
mujhko bataana
Khud se anjaan hu mein
khud se begaana
Kya dekhti hai tumhari nazar
mujhko bataana
Khud se anjaan hu mein
khud se begaana
Kya dekhti hai tumhari nazar
mujhko bataana
Do aankhein hai
Aankhon mein kya hai
Hmmmm... ek chehra hai
Kiska chehra hai?
Pucho apni dil se pucho.... Pucho hawaon se
hmmm hmmm hmmm
khoya khoya tha duniya ke raahon mein
tujhse milke hoonmein khoya
teri nighaon mein...
cant type any more while the song is going on. Anyway, missed a little oif what sanju baba says in the middle. And most of the song is basically this anyway. BEautifulk song, by the way. Rai is degrading. What rot about the 'classy' shit anyway that her agents are saying. There is nothing classy about her black saree in shabd, it is basically the same type of rot. She has to stay in the post-mallika Sherawat bollywood industry, you know. Now she has to hold on to the class line. Her kiss in kyon... ho gaya naa was class. The trailer was totally NOT class in Shabd....And she's coming in Dhoom2 with HRithik. Bad move there...
Ah well.
Who cares.
hmmmmmmmmmm ek chehra hai
kiska chehra hai
pucho apne dil se pucho
pucho hawaon se
that's going on now. YEah, it's basically the same song...
3 minutes to go for BROADBAND. I will probably try to login now, just to see...
nope... does not work yet...
same bloody error message
oh wait a minute!
Its you are already logged in, please try again!
How dumb of me...
I am in Broadband babies!
Twenty minutes to go, and I am on broadband. Yesssssssssssssss.
Finally.
Thing is, he came, he removed the lan card, put it back in, and we were online! And then, came the super-mega-ultra glitch. The computer shutdown, and continued to shut down every time it ws restarted. HE tried removing the Lan card again, it did not work. HE removed and cleaned the RAM a couple of times. All the time, he came to know that I knew as much as him about computers, he was especially impressed when I shutdown the system initiated shutdown sequence with a shutdown -a. But that didn't work after the first time. There was some other error. HE went away saying that he would make my username and password in the office. He is a good guy. I was frustrated and depressed, and mad at the whole universe in general, and a non-existing god in particular, just for someone to blame it on. 15 minutes before broadband... you know. Then, i tried a load of things, like shutting it down and starting up repeatedly without interrupting the scandisk, then tinkering about with the settings in bios, then using the default settings, then the optimum settings, and finally restarting halfway through the restart sequence to bring up the safe mode / normal mode menu. Once in safe mode, I deleted all the profiles and made new ones (unnecesarily) I bloody lost all my favorites in the process, but right then, it was worth it. Oh shit, I will have to get them all back again, but I can handle that allright... Then too, after restarting normally, whenever I logged in, I had the same bloody problem. After that I have restarted a couple of times and things are back to normal, but there was ONE more thing I had to do. I had to go to the safe mode screen, and pick the option to start everything with the last settings that worked, but because I had already started everything in safe mode, it simply started in safe mode, but it still worked anyweay, and I was back. Yessssssssssssssss. I was back, and I was back online. Finally! Only, i did not have the software to connect to the lan. I called the cableguy up, and sked him to send his 'engineers' then i went to sify.com on a whim, and it bloody worked. again, YEsssssssssssssssss. The system told me that it had recovered from a critical something, and sent an error report to the damn corporation called microsoft which started off the whole shitty thing in the first place. I was so happy that i was back, that I called up a few people that I have not called up for a long time. A cousin on both sides, one ws out, and the other was there. Had a long chat about stuff... I am on Broadband in TEN minutes.
Khud se anjaan hu mein
khud se begaana
Khud se anjaan hu mein
khud se begaana
Kya dekhti hai tumhari nazar
mujhko bataana
Khud se anjaan hu mein
khud se begaana
Kya dekhti hai tumhari nazar
mujhko bataana
Khud se anjaan hu mein
khud se begaana
Kya dekhti hai tumhari nazar
mujhko bataana
Do aankhein hai
Aankhon mein kya hai
Hmmmm... ek chehra hai
Kiska chehra hai?
Pucho apni dil se pucho.... Pucho hawaon se
hmmm hmmm hmmm
khoya khoya tha duniya ke raahon mein
tujhse milke hoonmein khoya
teri nighaon mein...
cant type any more while the song is going on. Anyway, missed a little oif what sanju baba says in the middle. And most of the song is basically this anyway. BEautifulk song, by the way. Rai is degrading. What rot about the 'classy' shit anyway that her agents are saying. There is nothing classy about her black saree in shabd, it is basically the same type of rot. She has to stay in the post-mallika Sherawat bollywood industry, you know. Now she has to hold on to the class line. Her kiss in kyon... ho gaya naa was class. The trailer was totally NOT class in Shabd....And she's coming in Dhoom2 with HRithik. Bad move there...
Ah well.
Who cares.
hmmmmmmmmmm ek chehra hai
kiska chehra hai
pucho apne dil se pucho
pucho hawaon se
that's going on now. YEah, it's basically the same song...
3 minutes to go for BROADBAND. I will probably try to login now, just to see...
nope... does not work yet...
same bloody error message
oh wait a minute!
Its you are already logged in, please try again!
How dumb of me...
I am in Broadband babies!
Another notepad blog
Just to save the internet bill, I am blogging in notepad now. That bloody stupid cablewallah said he would come at 5:30, I met him half way home from the bus stop, and he has still not come. It is already six. I have just resigned t whatever time and day the stupid cable net will come, and I don't care how long it takes. I will just NOT go on the net till it comes or it becomes absolutely necessary.
Oh hell...
will call people now, and find out how they have done their pracs. Physics pracs today, somehow went through it, bet I'll get less than eleven in the total, because AI did everything wrong, including something that was the easiest thing possible. Bloody Newton's law of cooling and current sensitivity of a galvanometer, both were done imperfectly. Who the bloody hell cares...
Ah well...
The bell rang! HE came, thank god
Oh hell...
will call people now, and find out how they have done their pracs. Physics pracs today, somehow went through it, bet I'll get less than eleven in the total, because AI did everything wrong, including something that was the easiest thing possible. Bloody Newton's law of cooling and current sensitivity of a galvanometer, both were done imperfectly. Who the bloody hell cares...
Ah well...
The bell rang! HE came, thank god
prrrft blog
Just to save the internet bill, I am blogging in notepad now. That bloody stupid cablewallah said he would come at 5:30, I met him half way home from the bus stop, and he has still not come. It is already six. I have just resigned t whatever time and day the stupid cable net will come, and I don't care how long it takes. I will just NOT go on the net till it comes or it becomes absolutely necessary.
Oh hell...
will call people now, and find out how they have done their pracs. Physics pracs today, somehow went through it, bet I'll get less than eleven in the total, because AI did everything wrong, including something that was the easiest thing possible. Bloody Newton's law of cooling and current sensitivity of a galvanometer, both were done imperfectly. Who the bloody hell cares...Ah well...
HE came, thank god
Oh hell...
will call people now, and find out how they have done their pracs. Physics pracs today, somehow went through it, bet I'll get less than eleven in the total, because AI did everything wrong, including something that was the easiest thing possible. Bloody Newton's law of cooling and current sensitivity of a galvanometer, both were done imperfectly. Who the bloody hell cares...Ah well...
HE came, thank god
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
Shit
My mother is watching a dumb movie and keeps calling me to see random things in that. I am so damn frustrated right now man. The dumb cable connection has not even come today. I wasted the whole day waiting for a cable connection and finally id did not show up. If it does not come tommorrow, I am going to screw that guy. Really. I am going to study now for the practicals tommorrow, and hopefully will do well. IT pracs was there today, but only J went with one another person from our calss, and therefore it is allright. No one else went. It was mass bunking at its height. Will study for tommorrow. If the net comes, I will stay up all night. DAMN. Now I a writing blogs and timestamping them on notepaditself. Read a few comics today and like one page of LOTR.
Saw musafir almost in its entirity by evening, and listened to the radio. I am really pissed right now. MAybe will go online on mtnl and check my e-mail...SHIT.The cablewalah came and did the same old refresh thing time and again till he could pretend to know what he was doing no more. After that, he just clicked on a few random icons, and restored all the net settings to default, and then went up to the terrace a few times, and finally, the shitfucker told me that he would have to bring the connection tommorrow. That asshole did not even know what he was doing.
SHIT
The font should have been bloody fucking bigger. Living in a civilised society has its downsides too.
I would really like to scream right now, but that would make people suggest therapy.
8:00 pm.
I hate you God right now.
Saw musafir almost in its entirity by evening, and listened to the radio. I am really pissed right now. MAybe will go online on mtnl and check my e-mail...SHIT.The cablewalah came and did the same old refresh thing time and again till he could pretend to know what he was doing no more. After that, he just clicked on a few random icons, and restored all the net settings to default, and then went up to the terrace a few times, and finally, the shitfucker told me that he would have to bring the connection tommorrow. That asshole did not even know what he was doing.
SHIT
The font should have been bloody fucking bigger. Living in a civilised society has its downsides too.
I would really like to scream right now, but that would make people suggest therapy.
8:00 pm.
I hate you God right now.
Deus Ex khatam
Justo totally and compeletely finished Deus Ex. Played all the three endings. I liked the Helios ending best. The quotes at the end of each ending were good, but the one at the end of the dark age ending sucked. Infact, the dark age ending totally sucked, and the Illuminati ending sort of left things the way they were...I knew both the quotes, "better to reign in hell than serve in heaven" from the illuminati ending and "If god did not exist, it would be necessary to invent him" from the helios ending.
I am just waiting for Deus Ex 2...
I am just waiting for Deus Ex 2...
Musafir
Just saw Musafir in many halves, and the dialogues of the movie are pretty cool you know. Damn, the cablenet did not come yesterday. there is nothing to do now...I might just scream you know.
Monday, January 17, 2005
Shehenshah
Just saw a part of the movie shehensha. Dumbest dialogue that I have ever seen. The scene is that Amitabh Bacchan, is teasing his sister about his hone waala jijaji, and tells her that she will marry him, even if he ahs to handcuff her hands and feet and ask her to do a quick march. After all teh dancing, he shows her the boy, and it is the same one she loves, and they marry. During the marriage, Amitabh cannot give away his sister, and the big B begins to cry. His sister comes and tells him, ask me to do the quick march bhaiya. BAD.
Damn
Did not get cablenet even today. The stupid guy was out of LAN cards, andit will come only tommorrow. Ah well, another day of mtnl. Who cares, does not affect me much. I have to study for the physics pracs day after tommorrow. Don't know if I have one experiment to do or two. Who caes anyway, I have the journal with me now, and can handle it well. IF nothng else, I will learn the readings byrote and just copy them down. They will work well for most of the experiments. Went to coll and caught up with my friends. Traditional day today, and I wore the same kurta that I had worn to last year's traditional day and the farewell party of our batch. After fooling around a bit in the lab, went to garnsih, after going to another restaurant that wasn't open, and we had to walk a lot because of su or Jo I don't know which. Bala got a book called records and curiosities in Obstetrics and Gynecology, which is just doo damn funny, and according to me, lies a bit too much. I mean, there is actually a record of a woman getting pregnant when a bullet fired by someone hits someones testicles and then penetrates her. How bloodyfuckingweird.talked to S about greek mythology, and told her the stories of Aphrodite, Uranus, Gaia, Zues, The minotaur, and dedalus. After GArnish, we went to 7-11, and someone paid me for my ice-cream. YEah, S did. The name of the restaurant that was closed was relax, to the best of my knowledge. I passed right under the old matunga canara bank branch where mymomma used to workd. I also passed by the neighbourhood where my grand-aunt, or whom i call matunga ajji used to live. I could have probably entered her apartment if I had borrowed the keys from her neighbours, but it was a long shot, and prove of no use anyway. what the hell. Really miss her apartment,and she still rents it out because the bill is just like forty bucks per month. That's damn too cheap.I need to improve on my typing... I type fast enough, but my fingers do nothit the correct keys. They just hit the keys one letter ahead or behind in the word, if you get what I am saying. IF I sat down to type the book, I would probably make it by morning. I wanted to xerox the book, but I am sure it will rpove to be too costly, so I will gather my own stuff from the net, thouygh a search will probably turn up a lot of porn, those bastards, or I will note down the more interesting points in the book. Yeah, I might even blog it later tonight. Infact, that is what i intend to do, instead of playing deus ex. I have in fact compeleted the game, and only have to explore the other two endings. Like I said, I totally agree with the game's philosophy for that particular ending, what the world really needs is a benevolent dictator. I totally and absolutely agree, even if it has to be a machine... or Tracer tong's version of another dark age is less pleasing an option, but almost an equally good one. The illuminati ending is the worst one, and though it would give me, or rather JC a lot of power, it would essentially be the same thing, a dictatorship, but not a very benevolent one. Who cares anyway, like I can ever make any differenece. That's totally another story, all said and done, it really does not matter from a cosmic perspective. Like, no matter how many games I play, andhow inspired I am, and how Iforce my views to the world, and change the future course of history four a billion millenia, a trillion millenia later, when earth is covered by dust, it won't matter. Anything any single individual can do, or a population, or any grouping of any kind can possibly do will have absolutely no effect from a cosmic perspective. Damn, you know.
Sunday, January 16, 2005
Why religion sucks
The problem is that the world is divided into those that blindly believe in god, or blindly don’t. There is no scope for spiritual exploration. We men have a lot of questions, like who am I? What am I going to become in life? Do I have a destiny to fulfill? Is there a power watching over me. Like I said in yesterday’s post, a religion is just a set of answers to these questions. Some of us can live our life without wondering about creation and the universe and a single man’s relation with it. But some of us dare to ask such questions, and we have ready made answers in the form of religion. Now so much that it has been passed down to the next generation, which according to me is mankind’s greatest blunder.A religion just exploits a person because of his beliefs, which anyway are forced onto him, brainwashed you can say. They say that they build temples and schools. Run a bloody charity organization then, instead of talking a few nonsense words, jabbering a few useless prayers and raking in the money in the name of a god, which is a very personal concept and something that should not be shared with anyone. A religion actually negates its own aims. By giving a man a readymade set of answers to all his questions, it just strips him of the spiritual enlightenment, or at least spiritual journey towards recognizing and conceiving an unique idea of a god. Religion sucks.
About today
Another day of praticals. Did a few thing, and things were generally better than yesterday. I actually got a perfect for my graphwork, which is a rare compliment from the Sir. Also learn a huge manipulation trick in a graph. just find out the approximate value of what you want, and keep in mind the tan of that angle, then draw the tangent to the slope at that angle. This is a very simple thing to do.Finally got cablenet. This is going to be so good. All around connectivity. However, there is just one small problem. It is only from the timing of nine o clock in the evening to nine o clock in the morning. This is going to be one hell of an inconvinience, but what the hell, might as well...What I really like is the bandwidth. An amazing 128 kbps. Thats just kilo bits per sec, but atleast thats better than a stupid dumb dialup with only 8kBps. there is indeed a difference between a bit and a byte.Ah well. Am updating both the new blogs regularly, and am really curious about my word count. Hope they sort out the stats soon...Have to call Aththey today, will do that. Have to wear traditional clothes tommorrow. Such a wierd thing to do. I donno if I am going to do it or not. Don't know if people will remember that it was the sme one that I had worn for my tenth farewell or not. DAMN.Damn and double damn. Father probably came home, the doorbell rang. It was the bloody dobhi, who my mother suspects is a thief. I think he is just a harmless and overfriendly fool.Broadband from tommorrow. I am SO happy.No I am not.will go online and check mail now. wonder who will be god for the day today...hmmmok
the idiot called Prabhupada
Hey if he insults newton or nobel, i'm gonna insult him like hell too
There is this guy called Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada, who is a compelete and total crackpot. This idiot does not know a single thing about the sciences that he puts down. His argument against science is as follows:This is an extract from the book "life comes from life" which is a compilation of Prabhupada's ignorant ramblings against science...
Srila Prabhupada: This material world is a composition of three qualities - sattva, rajas and tamas (goodness, passion and ignorance) - which are working everywhere. These three qualities are present in various proportions in all species of life. for example, some trees produce nice fruit, while others are simply meant for fuel. This is done due to the association of particular qualities of nature. Among animals too, these three qualities are present. The cow is in the quality of goodness, the lion in passion, and the monkey in ignorance. According to Darin, Darwin's father is a monkey. [laughter] He has theorised foolishly.Dr. Singh: Darwin has said that some species become extince in the struggle for survival. Those which are capable of surviving will survive, but those which are not will become extinct. So he says survival and extinction go side by side.Srila Prabhupada: Nothing is extinct. The monkey is not extinct. Darwin's immideate forefather, the monkey is still existing.
I passionately hate this fellow. I am not using stronger words because of his age and eminance, but he really is capable of speaking total rot.
That's what evolution is about, isn't it? Our children will grow to become better than us, that's what we are there for. If we all become celebists and sit and speak rot about other sane people, we won't have any children, and the human race will die out. When he says that According to Darwin, his own father is a monkey, I thought that he was just using a monkey as a loose term for the ancestral apes. When he finally said that the monkey is still alive, I just couldn't take any more of his shit.First of all, man did not come from an ape, but both men and apes came from the same ancestral creature known as the dryopithecus, which, following darwins theory, is extinct. Not because it died out, but extinct because it evolved. In the true sense of the word, extinction in darwinism is not applicable, here dryopithecus is immortal because we are as good as immortal.what utter rot. Read the book, and I will take up anyone on it. I thought this guy was knowledgable and I could learn something by reading thebook. All the hullabaloo is about absolutely nothing.SHIT.
The conversation continues
Karandhara: Darwin said there must be a natural selection. But selection means choice, so who is choosing?
Srila Prabhupada: That must be a person. Who is allowing someone to survive and someone to be killed? There must be some authority with discretion to give such an order. That is our first proposition. who that authority is, the Bhagcad gita says. Krsna says mayadhyaksena prakrith: "nature is working under my supervision."
This guy does not know a thing and has totally misunderstood natural selection.
He actually calls scientists rascals. I really loath this guy. He is one person I titally dislike, and passionately hate. I really cannot bear it, he says that all nobel prize winners are asses.
There is this guy called Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada, who is a compelete and total crackpot. This idiot does not know a single thing about the sciences that he puts down. His argument against science is as follows:This is an extract from the book "life comes from life" which is a compilation of Prabhupada's ignorant ramblings against science...
Srila Prabhupada: This material world is a composition of three qualities - sattva, rajas and tamas (goodness, passion and ignorance) - which are working everywhere. These three qualities are present in various proportions in all species of life. for example, some trees produce nice fruit, while others are simply meant for fuel. This is done due to the association of particular qualities of nature. Among animals too, these three qualities are present. The cow is in the quality of goodness, the lion in passion, and the monkey in ignorance. According to Darin, Darwin's father is a monkey. [laughter] He has theorised foolishly.Dr. Singh: Darwin has said that some species become extince in the struggle for survival. Those which are capable of surviving will survive, but those which are not will become extinct. So he says survival and extinction go side by side.Srila Prabhupada: Nothing is extinct. The monkey is not extinct. Darwin's immideate forefather, the monkey is still existing.
I passionately hate this fellow. I am not using stronger words because of his age and eminance, but he really is capable of speaking total rot.
That's what evolution is about, isn't it? Our children will grow to become better than us, that's what we are there for. If we all become celebists and sit and speak rot about other sane people, we won't have any children, and the human race will die out. When he says that According to Darwin, his own father is a monkey, I thought that he was just using a monkey as a loose term for the ancestral apes. When he finally said that the monkey is still alive, I just couldn't take any more of his shit.First of all, man did not come from an ape, but both men and apes came from the same ancestral creature known as the dryopithecus, which, following darwins theory, is extinct. Not because it died out, but extinct because it evolved. In the true sense of the word, extinction in darwinism is not applicable, here dryopithecus is immortal because we are as good as immortal.what utter rot. Read the book, and I will take up anyone on it. I thought this guy was knowledgable and I could learn something by reading thebook. All the hullabaloo is about absolutely nothing.SHIT.
The conversation continues
Karandhara: Darwin said there must be a natural selection. But selection means choice, so who is choosing?
Srila Prabhupada: That must be a person. Who is allowing someone to survive and someone to be killed? There must be some authority with discretion to give such an order. That is our first proposition. who that authority is, the Bhagcad gita says. Krsna says mayadhyaksena prakrith: "nature is working under my supervision."
This guy does not know a thing and has totally misunderstood natural selection.
He actually calls scientists rascals. I really loath this guy. He is one person I titally dislike, and passionately hate. I really cannot bear it, he says that all nobel prize winners are asses.
About today
for some reason, the sir was khadus to me at the pracs, or maybe I am just paranoid. I donno.
ANyway, had such a crazy day, that is is already all woozy now. Just eighteen hours ago, I was fast asleep, cannot even believe that.
main highlights
-pracs equipment does not work
-i wait
-and wait
-and wait
-i go down and eat
-do one experiment, the apparatus gets corrected, but I have to do meter bridge and wait for potentiometer
-i wait
-i get fed up
-i go out to roam
-my pants are damn loose, cannot roam, so I climb a train
-call from mom, she's at the station
-i convince her ot buy me a belt, and the train leaves
-i go to mulund, catch a train back to thane, she's waiting at the bus stop
-we buy a belt
- I COME HOME
- I eat a peda
-I go back to classes with LOTR
-I wait
-I think, what a huge waste of time
-I read LOTR
-I go to sleep on the bench
-K, V, and m come
-Finally do the experiment in like twenty minutes
-Had to wait all day for that filthy shit
-The pracs are totally useless, not handled properly, a HUGE waste of my time
ah well
that's today
I guess life gets crazy after you start going to college. DAMN.
ANyway, had such a crazy day, that is is already all woozy now. Just eighteen hours ago, I was fast asleep, cannot even believe that.
main highlights
-pracs equipment does not work
-i wait
-and wait
-and wait
-i go down and eat
-do one experiment, the apparatus gets corrected, but I have to do meter bridge and wait for potentiometer
-i wait
-i get fed up
-i go out to roam
-my pants are damn loose, cannot roam, so I climb a train
-call from mom, she's at the station
-i convince her ot buy me a belt, and the train leaves
-i go to mulund, catch a train back to thane, she's waiting at the bus stop
-we buy a belt
- I COME HOME
- I eat a peda
-I go back to classes with LOTR
-I wait
-I think, what a huge waste of time
-I read LOTR
-I go to sleep on the bench
-K, V, and m come
-Finally do the experiment in like twenty minutes
-Had to wait all day for that filthy shit
-The pracs are totally useless, not handled properly, a HUGE waste of my time
ah well
that's today
I guess life gets crazy after you start going to college. DAMN.
About god
This is a part of a letter I wrote to someone that I wanted to save. I just went on thinking and writing you know....
I am totally against the argument that anything good must be made by God. Like in damn, I discuss a fraction of the wonders of the universe, and then end up with saying that there is no god. The purpose with this is actually against the tendency of theists to use anything beautiful as an absolute proof of God. Someone shows you a flower, and says look how intricate and how beautiful it is, and I cannot understand how a random bunch of molecules evolving through time can possible create such a beautiful thing as a flower. Or that the rainbow is the sign of a God, or a baby, or any such thing. Have your read the Camerlengo’s speech in Angels and Demons? Something like that. I totally hate that school of thought. I think it is basically our feeling of purposelessness and our pride that has made us invent God. We could not accept the fact that we were just very complex colonies of Amoebas, and that we had a purpose beyond the basic one to continue to have more colonies of Amoebas… that’s what “the purpose” article was about…
Now, having kids may be mankind’s only purpose as a whole, because given the sheer size of the universe, strictly speaking, the cosmos will continue to go on, almost unchanged irrespective of all the efforts of every man that ever lived. While the whole of mankind may not have a purpose at all, every single man does, and has to have a better purpose. Like I said, his pride won’t allow for it to be otherwise.
But this purpose is a very personal thing, by definition, because it is every man’s own, unique one. Now, someone without a purpose, or at least a coherent one, is that kind of an idiot who says “jo hoga so hoga” and the nutcase who believes in a destiny – or this is what people tend to think. According to me, both are correct and wrong at the same time (Now you know why Uma mam thinks I am confused).
The following paragraph is actually an explanation for what I have just said…
Forget a man’s relation with the universe at large, but even his relationships with his friends, family, the society at large are all extremely personal things, and the questions that a man has with his relations with the cosmos are also extremely personal. A destiny, a purpose, or the idea of a god, is all a lost human soul calling out to the world at a large for a direction to move in… you know… like OK, what do I do? Who am I? How am I going to live my life? And when there are no readily available answers, we invent a god. A religion is just set of answers to these questions. Like:
What do I do?
Be good and don’t drink, and pray to God, and he will look after you.
Who am I?
A free spirit and a free soul, but a servant of God, and pray to Him, and he will look after you.
How am I going to live my life?
Be good to others, and the Lord above will see to it that you will live a full, happy life just pray to God and he will look after you.
You get my drift? The trouble starts when the followers of two basically similar but superficially different religions disagree. God came along as someone who strengthens a religion by instilling a fear. Now this is where the bad stuff starts… and that is probably what you hate, the exploitation of a faith by people who make use of it to achieve their own ends.
All of this rambling has a purpose, just laying the groundwork, I am sorry if this is boring you…
Soon, people got too busy to ask the questions themselves, and there were readymade answers anyway, so they just clung on to it, and soon a religion became hereditary. This is why, I take a point of view which many consider extreme, that a belief in god should not be discussed between parents and children. I will explain this later, but now, all the problem started because the questions ceased to be personal, and once where every man achieved a balance with the cosmos by answering all his questions for himself, instead now, ended up being a helpless pawn in the bigger game…
That is why I strongly believe that a belief in God should not be discussed where there is a possibility of a blind belief, or even a blind disbelief. Any one of these would destroy a man, a blind belief will waste a man’s resources with all sorts of nonsensical tomfoolery like flowers and incense sticks, and a blind disbelief, like so many atheists out there, with the sole argument of the scientific improbability of a God existing, would not allow them to have a purpose. A theist will always work towards pleasing a god, or have some religious or conventional path to follow, he can work towards spiritual enlightenment, towards religious fulfillment and all that. Go up to an atheist, and as him or her what their general purpose in life is, what is driving them… and you will probably get a selfish, decadent aim. An Atheist, only lives to make colonies of amoebas, or the odd one will talk about service to mankind, which is crap and an unrealizable dream anyway. An atheist has no pride of being a human being, of being a thinking animal beyond everything else that his idea of a scientific evolution has thrown up… he is no use as a human being, and could as well be an ant. An ant does work for the general good of antkind, you know.
The point in all this is that people should be encouraged to find out the answers to their questions on their own, and god is only a small part of all the questions we might have. The point is also that, as I have said before, the questions and the answers are very personal, and while ones ideas can be influence, or rather stimulated by an open discussion, we should be narrow minded enough not to allow any old thing to influence us heavily, and at the same time, be open-minded enough to toy around with new ideas. I think the groundwork is laid for what I really have to say…
All of this is why I am NOT an atheist. You see all the bad things I have said about atheists, I am not that. I am constantly toying with the idea, and have spells of theism and atheism. I evolve a new idea on a regular basis, but if anyone asks me, I openly say that I don’t believe in a god, because I don’t in the sense of the multi-armed, multi-faced weird-weapon brandishing, gold-plated gods who need to have the flowers of their own creation mutilated and thrown on them on a regular basis. I also refuse to acknowledge a universal power watching over me, having a purpose with the entire cosmos and have any control over what I do. Now, I hope you understand why I am not a theist or an atheist, but when anyone asks the question, or in the context of the article; damn, I can safely say that I am an atheist.
When people expect a single word answer - theist or atheist – for a question like “do you believe in a god?”, I think you understand why I am unable to give a single one word answer. When people ask about that, I just begin to explain my current belief, and they get bored pretty soon and they stop me…I am not claiming to be an “enlightened” believer or disbeliever either.
It does look like I am pretty confused na?
Now, our destiny may only be of asking these questions, and the search for a better answer. The search may itself be the destination. I don’t know.
Ok, this is my current belief in God…
The universe cannot have just come from nowhere. There has to be an external infinite source of energy that is outside this one finite universe, or all the universes where the law of conservation of mass is followed. There can be no “spontaneous” creation or genesis as the religious texts call it, without an infinite source of energy. You really cannot create even a single electron from scratch without having infinite energy.
Now, as long as the law of conservation of mass and energy is observed, this holds true, that an infinite source of energy exists, outside our dimensions. If, at any time, science ever discovers a state, or a system, or a device, or even just a condition, where genesis, or spontaneous creation of matter and energy is possible, then either man will make weapons to big for him to handle, which seems like the one thing he is likely to do, or, if he has calmed down enough, he will use the infinite energy to leave the universe and find out the truth for himself.
I don’t think that science will ever get to do this, because we cannot continue to build instruments measure stuff much more finely than they are already doing now, and unless we open a pan-dimensional gateway type of thing, when we create stuff spontaneously, and derive the energy from outside the universe, then we are pretty much stuck in the local region around earth for eternity, and the local region around the earth is a small fraction of the universe. So we have to juggle our ideas about this external source of energy without ever expecting any absolute proof.
The universe is a beautiful enigma. That just has to be said.
Now this infinite external source of energy, that I will call god for the sake of argument, does not need to be intelligent, does not need to have a purpose in mind, does not even need to recognize a universe, a fraction of itself (being energy, it has no gender) in which there is no spontaneous creation of energy. It has no need, of anyone one of us humans, and exists independent of all our thoughts, ideas, beliefs and actions. It is neither benevolent or malicious.
I am totally against the argument that anything good must be made by God. Like in damn, I discuss a fraction of the wonders of the universe, and then end up with saying that there is no god. The purpose with this is actually against the tendency of theists to use anything beautiful as an absolute proof of God. Someone shows you a flower, and says look how intricate and how beautiful it is, and I cannot understand how a random bunch of molecules evolving through time can possible create such a beautiful thing as a flower. Or that the rainbow is the sign of a God, or a baby, or any such thing. Have your read the Camerlengo’s speech in Angels and Demons? Something like that. I totally hate that school of thought. I think it is basically our feeling of purposelessness and our pride that has made us invent God. We could not accept the fact that we were just very complex colonies of Amoebas, and that we had a purpose beyond the basic one to continue to have more colonies of Amoebas… that’s what “the purpose” article was about…
Now, having kids may be mankind’s only purpose as a whole, because given the sheer size of the universe, strictly speaking, the cosmos will continue to go on, almost unchanged irrespective of all the efforts of every man that ever lived. While the whole of mankind may not have a purpose at all, every single man does, and has to have a better purpose. Like I said, his pride won’t allow for it to be otherwise.
But this purpose is a very personal thing, by definition, because it is every man’s own, unique one. Now, someone without a purpose, or at least a coherent one, is that kind of an idiot who says “jo hoga so hoga” and the nutcase who believes in a destiny – or this is what people tend to think. According to me, both are correct and wrong at the same time (Now you know why Uma mam thinks I am confused).
The following paragraph is actually an explanation for what I have just said…
Forget a man’s relation with the universe at large, but even his relationships with his friends, family, the society at large are all extremely personal things, and the questions that a man has with his relations with the cosmos are also extremely personal. A destiny, a purpose, or the idea of a god, is all a lost human soul calling out to the world at a large for a direction to move in… you know… like OK, what do I do? Who am I? How am I going to live my life? And when there are no readily available answers, we invent a god. A religion is just set of answers to these questions. Like:
What do I do?
Be good and don’t drink, and pray to God, and he will look after you.
Who am I?
A free spirit and a free soul, but a servant of God, and pray to Him, and he will look after you.
How am I going to live my life?
Be good to others, and the Lord above will see to it that you will live a full, happy life just pray to God and he will look after you.
You get my drift? The trouble starts when the followers of two basically similar but superficially different religions disagree. God came along as someone who strengthens a religion by instilling a fear. Now this is where the bad stuff starts… and that is probably what you hate, the exploitation of a faith by people who make use of it to achieve their own ends.
All of this rambling has a purpose, just laying the groundwork, I am sorry if this is boring you…
Soon, people got too busy to ask the questions themselves, and there were readymade answers anyway, so they just clung on to it, and soon a religion became hereditary. This is why, I take a point of view which many consider extreme, that a belief in god should not be discussed between parents and children. I will explain this later, but now, all the problem started because the questions ceased to be personal, and once where every man achieved a balance with the cosmos by answering all his questions for himself, instead now, ended up being a helpless pawn in the bigger game…
That is why I strongly believe that a belief in God should not be discussed where there is a possibility of a blind belief, or even a blind disbelief. Any one of these would destroy a man, a blind belief will waste a man’s resources with all sorts of nonsensical tomfoolery like flowers and incense sticks, and a blind disbelief, like so many atheists out there, with the sole argument of the scientific improbability of a God existing, would not allow them to have a purpose. A theist will always work towards pleasing a god, or have some religious or conventional path to follow, he can work towards spiritual enlightenment, towards religious fulfillment and all that. Go up to an atheist, and as him or her what their general purpose in life is, what is driving them… and you will probably get a selfish, decadent aim. An Atheist, only lives to make colonies of amoebas, or the odd one will talk about service to mankind, which is crap and an unrealizable dream anyway. An atheist has no pride of being a human being, of being a thinking animal beyond everything else that his idea of a scientific evolution has thrown up… he is no use as a human being, and could as well be an ant. An ant does work for the general good of antkind, you know.
The point in all this is that people should be encouraged to find out the answers to their questions on their own, and god is only a small part of all the questions we might have. The point is also that, as I have said before, the questions and the answers are very personal, and while ones ideas can be influence, or rather stimulated by an open discussion, we should be narrow minded enough not to allow any old thing to influence us heavily, and at the same time, be open-minded enough to toy around with new ideas. I think the groundwork is laid for what I really have to say…
All of this is why I am NOT an atheist. You see all the bad things I have said about atheists, I am not that. I am constantly toying with the idea, and have spells of theism and atheism. I evolve a new idea on a regular basis, but if anyone asks me, I openly say that I don’t believe in a god, because I don’t in the sense of the multi-armed, multi-faced weird-weapon brandishing, gold-plated gods who need to have the flowers of their own creation mutilated and thrown on them on a regular basis. I also refuse to acknowledge a universal power watching over me, having a purpose with the entire cosmos and have any control over what I do. Now, I hope you understand why I am not a theist or an atheist, but when anyone asks the question, or in the context of the article; damn, I can safely say that I am an atheist.
When people expect a single word answer - theist or atheist – for a question like “do you believe in a god?”, I think you understand why I am unable to give a single one word answer. When people ask about that, I just begin to explain my current belief, and they get bored pretty soon and they stop me…I am not claiming to be an “enlightened” believer or disbeliever either.
It does look like I am pretty confused na?
Now, our destiny may only be of asking these questions, and the search for a better answer. The search may itself be the destination. I don’t know.
Ok, this is my current belief in God…
The universe cannot have just come from nowhere. There has to be an external infinite source of energy that is outside this one finite universe, or all the universes where the law of conservation of mass is followed. There can be no “spontaneous” creation or genesis as the religious texts call it, without an infinite source of energy. You really cannot create even a single electron from scratch without having infinite energy.
Now, as long as the law of conservation of mass and energy is observed, this holds true, that an infinite source of energy exists, outside our dimensions. If, at any time, science ever discovers a state, or a system, or a device, or even just a condition, where genesis, or spontaneous creation of matter and energy is possible, then either man will make weapons to big for him to handle, which seems like the one thing he is likely to do, or, if he has calmed down enough, he will use the infinite energy to leave the universe and find out the truth for himself.
I don’t think that science will ever get to do this, because we cannot continue to build instruments measure stuff much more finely than they are already doing now, and unless we open a pan-dimensional gateway type of thing, when we create stuff spontaneously, and derive the energy from outside the universe, then we are pretty much stuck in the local region around earth for eternity, and the local region around the earth is a small fraction of the universe. So we have to juggle our ideas about this external source of energy without ever expecting any absolute proof.
The universe is a beautiful enigma. That just has to be said.
Now this infinite external source of energy, that I will call god for the sake of argument, does not need to be intelligent, does not need to have a purpose in mind, does not even need to recognize a universe, a fraction of itself (being energy, it has no gender) in which there is no spontaneous creation of energy. It has no need, of anyone one of us humans, and exists independent of all our thoughts, ideas, beliefs and actions. It is neither benevolent or malicious.
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Mogambo
Amrish Puri died yesterday. S told me while s2 an s3 talked about it. Dammn. That is just so sad. He was always one of those people always showing up in a movie, but not exactly one to have enough hardcore fans for regular updates on his health. I mean a chipped nail of Aishwarya rai will make it to the news. He died of a Brain Haemorrhage.I am so sorry...
Mogambo was the typical bollywood nineties villian... showy, dumb, powerful and unreal....
Here is the news report from the hindustan times. I have gathered a few pics together and put them on my yahoo account....
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Veteran actor Amrish Puri passes away
Sujata Anandan
Mumbai, January 12, 2005 20:45 IST
Veteran character actor Amrish Puri died of a brain hemorrhage at P D Hinduja Hospital on Wednesday morning. He was 72 and is survived by his wife, a son and a daughter. Puri was admitted to the hospital on December 28 after he suffered a fall at his residence.
The actor had been unwell for some time and had recently had his blood checked for disorders. He also had a malarial attack a few months ago. Doctors who attended Puri at the Hinduja hospital said that he was suffering from 'Myelo displastic syndrome" which is a disease that impairs the blood clotting system. "Puri underwent neuro surgery for this disorder yesterday evening and was doing fine till he suddenly slipped into a coma at 1.30 last night,'' medical sources said. Amrish Puri had acted in most of noted producer Subash Ghai's films. A shocked Ghai said that he has lost has elder brother. Amrish Puri was the younger brother of character actor Madan Puri. He made his debut in Bollywood in 1971 in Sunil Dutt's Reshma Aur Shera after doing severalroles in theatre.
It was Shyam Benegal who discovered his latent talents and offered him prominent roles in Nishaant, Manthan and Bhumika.
Puri delved into the depths of each character, and he began to be recognized as a character actor along with his contemporaries like Naseeruddin Shah and Om Puri.
But Amrish Puri became a household name and as popular and revered as Gabbar Singh after his devious role as Mogambo in Shekhar Kapur's Mr India in 1987.
Playing Mogambo, the quintessential villain with the now famous statement Mogambo khush hua , the line became a lullaby for many mothers to make their children sleep. Later, he also acted as a real baddie in Steven Spielberg's Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom.
But yet in real life colleagues recall him as one of the most affectionate of human beings. " He was a good man from the heart,'' says Ghai. He did more than 200 films, but what made him famous was his roles not he himself.
Among his other most notable films were Naseeb, Kalyug, Dostana, Kurbani, Aakrosh, Shakti, Coolie and Richard Attenborough's Gandhi.
He was even paired opposite thespian Dilip Kumar in Subhash Ghai's`Vidhata'. He also acted with Amitabh Bachchan in several films including `Shahanshah' and `Shakti'. His roles in Hrishikesh Mukherjee's `Jhooth Bole Kauva Kaate' starring Anil Kapoor and Juhi Chawla wasappreciated by the masses as well as the critics.
His other films include `Ram Lakhan', `Karan Arjun', `Phool Aur Kante' and recently released `Aitraaz'. All in all he acted in over 200 films.
Puri's latest film releases had been Mujhse Shaadi Karogi, Ab Tumhare Hawale Watan Sathiyon . He has also acted in yet to be released Subhash Ghai's Kisna, and had recently started working on Kamal Hasan's Mumbai Express.
Though Amrish Puri was ailing for the past few months, he was planning to write his own memoirs. Numerous film stars directors and producers from Bollywood paid respect to his mortal remains that is kept at the hospital.
Film stars like Amitabh Bacchan, Dharmendra, Vinod Khanna, Sunny Deol, Abhishek Bacchan, Asha Parekh, and TV anchor Shekar Suman and directors Subhash Ghai and Yash Chopra reached the hospital and paid their homage to the demised soul. The funeral will held on Thursday at the Shivaji park crematorium afternoon."
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end report
the pics
Mogambo was the typical bollywood nineties villian... showy, dumb, powerful and unreal....
Here is the news report from the hindustan times. I have gathered a few pics together and put them on my yahoo account....
_________________________________________________________________
Veteran actor Amrish Puri passes away
Sujata Anandan
Mumbai, January 12, 2005 20:45 IST
Veteran character actor Amrish Puri died of a brain hemorrhage at P D Hinduja Hospital on Wednesday morning. He was 72 and is survived by his wife, a son and a daughter. Puri was admitted to the hospital on December 28 after he suffered a fall at his residence.
The actor had been unwell for some time and had recently had his blood checked for disorders. He also had a malarial attack a few months ago. Doctors who attended Puri at the Hinduja hospital said that he was suffering from 'Myelo displastic syndrome" which is a disease that impairs the blood clotting system. "Puri underwent neuro surgery for this disorder yesterday evening and was doing fine till he suddenly slipped into a coma at 1.30 last night,'' medical sources said. Amrish Puri had acted in most of noted producer Subash Ghai's films. A shocked Ghai said that he has lost has elder brother. Amrish Puri was the younger brother of character actor Madan Puri. He made his debut in Bollywood in 1971 in Sunil Dutt's Reshma Aur Shera after doing severalroles in theatre.
It was Shyam Benegal who discovered his latent talents and offered him prominent roles in Nishaant, Manthan and Bhumika.
Puri delved into the depths of each character, and he began to be recognized as a character actor along with his contemporaries like Naseeruddin Shah and Om Puri.
But Amrish Puri became a household name and as popular and revered as Gabbar Singh after his devious role as Mogambo in Shekhar Kapur's Mr India in 1987.
Playing Mogambo, the quintessential villain with the now famous statement Mogambo khush hua , the line became a lullaby for many mothers to make their children sleep. Later, he also acted as a real baddie in Steven Spielberg's Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom.
But yet in real life colleagues recall him as one of the most affectionate of human beings. " He was a good man from the heart,'' says Ghai. He did more than 200 films, but what made him famous was his roles not he himself.
Among his other most notable films were Naseeb, Kalyug, Dostana, Kurbani, Aakrosh, Shakti, Coolie and Richard Attenborough's Gandhi.
He was even paired opposite thespian Dilip Kumar in Subhash Ghai's`Vidhata'. He also acted with Amitabh Bachchan in several films including `Shahanshah' and `Shakti'. His roles in Hrishikesh Mukherjee's `Jhooth Bole Kauva Kaate' starring Anil Kapoor and Juhi Chawla wasappreciated by the masses as well as the critics.
His other films include `Ram Lakhan', `Karan Arjun', `Phool Aur Kante' and recently released `Aitraaz'. All in all he acted in over 200 films.
Puri's latest film releases had been Mujhse Shaadi Karogi, Ab Tumhare Hawale Watan Sathiyon . He has also acted in yet to be released Subhash Ghai's Kisna, and had recently started working on Kamal Hasan's Mumbai Express.
Though Amrish Puri was ailing for the past few months, he was planning to write his own memoirs. Numerous film stars directors and producers from Bollywood paid respect to his mortal remains that is kept at the hospital.
Film stars like Amitabh Bacchan, Dharmendra, Vinod Khanna, Sunny Deol, Abhishek Bacchan, Asha Parekh, and TV anchor Shekar Suman and directors Subhash Ghai and Yash Chopra reached the hospital and paid their homage to the demised soul. The funeral will held on Thursday at the Shivaji park crematorium afternoon."
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end report
the pics
Theism
Being a firm atheist is the dumbest thing you can ever do. I think blind belief is actually better than blind disbelief. Some people can exploit your religion by taking monetary donation towards their, or even your faith, and this is something I don't agree with. A belief is a very personal thing, and there should not be any effort to 'propagate' a "truth" about God. There should only be debates and guidance towards a personal choice... you know.a blind belief, as long as it in no way interferes with our finances, it is OK. But a blind disbelief, in my perception of God, does not anger them or Irk them. They are above such things, OR, they are too dumb to understand, but a blind disbelief closes our mind to the amazing possibilities that theism has to offer. Forget a control over a material world, the magic of which an Atheist can never experience, but imagine a personal connection, as an Enlightened theist always has, with the power or powers. Imagine the pleasure of countless, endless, and in many times constant debates, mostly with oneself, about the possible origins of the universe...And there are many people who were firm atheists who have converted back to theism, after discovering a few things. Those who are too narrow - minded to see the obvious signs, just simply suffer, If only because of a lack of an individual idea of a God.Of course, he may not exist, of course it may all be psychological effects, but the bottom-line is, that somehow it gives strength, even if you overlook certain phenomenon that CAN be explained as luck or coincidence. And some just amaze you.Obviously, something happened today.But it is exactly that sort of a Miracle which CAN be explained as a coincidence... but the same thing keeps happening almost every single day.That is why I am going to take it with me to the grave. I am embarrassed.. embarrassed about the bad view that blind Atheists take about us believers...
An Atheist will only know the happiness of good luck, never the happiness of witnessing a Miracle. On a dailyfuckingbasis.
An Atheist will only know the happiness of good luck, never the happiness of witnessing a Miracle. On a dailyfuckingbasis.
About Porn...
People tell me that watching porn is derogatory to women. To hell with them. if anything, it is derog to men who watch it, because they don't get any of it, and have to satisfy themselves by watching other men at it. Such a dumb thing to do. Watching porn makes you look so bad. I've done it only once, and that too at a friend's house. Most of the stuff is so bad that I feel like vomiting. There's this shabya friend of mine who ACTUALLY vomited after watching porn. It's not that great actually. Don't think I will ever do it again... No interest.
There has to be a way to create a range time stamp. This blog was created from 11:00 in the morning till now. With a huge maths test, of which I properly attempted all of 4 marks, and a missed practicals session in between.
Did not blog yesterday because of the maths exam. I thought I would study like hell. I absolutely did not. I only managed to do a bit of interpolation, that I already knew anyway. Now I have like three hours to go before the exams, and I am so damn fucking screwed.Checking the e-mail, did the same yesterday. Am not posting this blog now, just writing in notepad, and then will blog it. I am doing this because of the stress and the tension. I keep telling myself that it will al be OK, and I will pass, like eight, ninth, tenth and even the eleventh. But twelfth is more difficult than all of these put together, though eleventh came very close. I DID not pass in my eleventh, but came through because of other subjects, I had a pretty good total, and also because of my attendance. They said I would be retained but I was not. Now things are different. I know nothing of maths II, don't know how I will get through, even if I do.DAMN, to say the least.I am so irresponsible, that to put the tension away, I began to play deus ex in the morning after my parents went to work and I had nothing to do. Damn, I have to call my classes and say I won't be coming as I am studying for my prelims. Damn. I am calling him now.Called him up and almost left the music on in the background! Ok, so he asked me to eat a lot of perus and bananas, for some reason, and said that it was OK if I missed the pracs. Did not expect him to be so understanding. I gave him the timetable for the exams, after making a hell lot of mistakes because of my nervousness. I don't know what is happening to me, I seem to be on the verge of a breakdown. I have got the nerves like I have never before, even though I know I am going to fail and score low, it is not supposed to matter as it has been happening since after tenth. DAMN. I can handle all the other subjects except calculus.At one time I did not know the derivative of, believe it or not, 2x+9!!!!How dumb can I be. Now as far as I can go is the derivative of logx^2+5xDamn.And I don't know any integration, or any limits, or anything worthwhile. I know only four marks of interpolation. I can do a few theorems for another four marks. A possible of eight marks for my paper, and I am so damn screwed.If Santosh is invigilating, I will just run away...And my name was not in the list of people who got prizes for this year. However, I did get a message from the eds of the coll mag asking for my roll number. I wonder if I have got a prize and they did not put it up because they did not have my number. If so, it will make my day. Really. Two years in a row, would be such a cool thing. The bright side of failing would be getting it three years in a row.And I will probably get more responsible.I need to get at least 60% to get into some good BMM college. I was aiming for a fifty, but now I will aim for an eighty, and maybe I will get a seventy. I absolutely need a first class, if not a distinction. I may as well get a distinction. I just realized something, long ago, I was standing right in front of K, after the tenth results, and someone called him. He told them that everyone in our group had got a first class. I was hurt for a long time thinking that he had Sid distinction. Now I remembered, that he had said first class. That was so stupid of me. Damn.Everyone in my group in SIES will at least get a 85 if not a ninety. There are some who might as well come in the merit list. I am the only guy in the whole dammed college who is sure to fail in maths even in the prelims. I can't bear to think of what the dumb management will do to me.I am scared shit, like I have never been scared before. Ah well.Back to deus ex I guess.
It is evening now, and I am writing in the same notepad file again. 4 filthy marks, is all I can expect. The rest is crap that I have just guessed. Left the paper almost an hour early. Amazingly, I wasn't the only one coming home early, I found N at the station...Came home avec Elle. Had fun... mostly. Stood most of the way, so my back is paining a bit. Was on my way home in koknipada when amma called. Bunch of Holy Cross girls were chattering all around me, so I could not sleep.Who the hell cares about the dumb maths marks anyway?Tomorrow is Chem II. Patil will probably correct it, and I really want to score well on his papers. Ah well. BOARD PRACS ARE AROUND THE CORNER. Wonder what will happen for the IT pracs. We’ve only had one pracs so far, and they were total failures, we have not even got the journal together by now. That so totally sucks...Had a vanilla stick on the way from coll to the Sion station. Vanilla is lucky for me, I donno...Anyway, this is all about today and yesterday. so long.
Did not blog yesterday because of the maths exam. I thought I would study like hell. I absolutely did not. I only managed to do a bit of interpolation, that I already knew anyway. Now I have like three hours to go before the exams, and I am so damn fucking screwed.Checking the e-mail, did the same yesterday. Am not posting this blog now, just writing in notepad, and then will blog it. I am doing this because of the stress and the tension. I keep telling myself that it will al be OK, and I will pass, like eight, ninth, tenth and even the eleventh. But twelfth is more difficult than all of these put together, though eleventh came very close. I DID not pass in my eleventh, but came through because of other subjects, I had a pretty good total, and also because of my attendance. They said I would be retained but I was not. Now things are different. I know nothing of maths II, don't know how I will get through, even if I do.DAMN, to say the least.I am so irresponsible, that to put the tension away, I began to play deus ex in the morning after my parents went to work and I had nothing to do. Damn, I have to call my classes and say I won't be coming as I am studying for my prelims. Damn. I am calling him now.Called him up and almost left the music on in the background! Ok, so he asked me to eat a lot of perus and bananas, for some reason, and said that it was OK if I missed the pracs. Did not expect him to be so understanding. I gave him the timetable for the exams, after making a hell lot of mistakes because of my nervousness. I don't know what is happening to me, I seem to be on the verge of a breakdown. I have got the nerves like I have never before, even though I know I am going to fail and score low, it is not supposed to matter as it has been happening since after tenth. DAMN. I can handle all the other subjects except calculus.At one time I did not know the derivative of, believe it or not, 2x+9!!!!How dumb can I be. Now as far as I can go is the derivative of logx^2+5xDamn.And I don't know any integration, or any limits, or anything worthwhile. I know only four marks of interpolation. I can do a few theorems for another four marks. A possible of eight marks for my paper, and I am so damn screwed.If Santosh is invigilating, I will just run away...And my name was not in the list of people who got prizes for this year. However, I did get a message from the eds of the coll mag asking for my roll number. I wonder if I have got a prize and they did not put it up because they did not have my number. If so, it will make my day. Really. Two years in a row, would be such a cool thing. The bright side of failing would be getting it three years in a row.And I will probably get more responsible.I need to get at least 60% to get into some good BMM college. I was aiming for a fifty, but now I will aim for an eighty, and maybe I will get a seventy. I absolutely need a first class, if not a distinction. I may as well get a distinction. I just realized something, long ago, I was standing right in front of K, after the tenth results, and someone called him. He told them that everyone in our group had got a first class. I was hurt for a long time thinking that he had Sid distinction. Now I remembered, that he had said first class. That was so stupid of me. Damn.Everyone in my group in SIES will at least get a 85 if not a ninety. There are some who might as well come in the merit list. I am the only guy in the whole dammed college who is sure to fail in maths even in the prelims. I can't bear to think of what the dumb management will do to me.I am scared shit, like I have never been scared before. Ah well.Back to deus ex I guess.
It is evening now, and I am writing in the same notepad file again. 4 filthy marks, is all I can expect. The rest is crap that I have just guessed. Left the paper almost an hour early. Amazingly, I wasn't the only one coming home early, I found N at the station...Came home avec Elle. Had fun... mostly. Stood most of the way, so my back is paining a bit. Was on my way home in koknipada when amma called. Bunch of Holy Cross girls were chattering all around me, so I could not sleep.Who the hell cares about the dumb maths marks anyway?Tomorrow is Chem II. Patil will probably correct it, and I really want to score well on his papers. Ah well. BOARD PRACS ARE AROUND THE CORNER. Wonder what will happen for the IT pracs. We’ve only had one pracs so far, and they were total failures, we have not even got the journal together by now. That so totally sucks...Had a vanilla stick on the way from coll to the Sion station. Vanilla is lucky for me, I donno...Anyway, this is all about today and yesterday. so long.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
About today
Hardly wrote the bio II exam at the classes... managed to finish it in around half an hour, P was disturbing me, so I thought I would walk out. P was continuously pestering me to show him my answers. I wrote about thirty-four marks worth of stuff from the forty in around half and hour, which is pretty good as our paper lasts for two and a half hours. I think I will do well in bio. Physics II tommorrow, don't know a single thing, and yet will go and attempt them.
Did not see any of my coll friends. My father just offered me a 5 star, but I will give that to someone in college tommorrow. C offered me M&Ms in the car today. long time since I had them. The last was around six years ago in A's house. Damn, that was so long ago. We arenot even friends now, but we were like brothers back then. I really like his granny. Sweet old lady. Must go visit them someday, nice people, especially his mother. Even his sister is cool. But Athin was a bit bossy back then...
Miss him a lot just now. Ah well.
Back to reality. Nostalgia is so damn powerful man...
So found a lot of stuff for the occult blog. Damn man, Am I becoming a Satanist. I guess so. I tried some of them out, and do the candle ritual regularly.
The candle ritual is done by everyone every year, atleast when they are between five to eleven. I just found out. Never blown out a candle after making a wish over your birthday cake? That's such an ancient ritual? Its a boiled down version of the candle ritual...
But I will go more the right way than the left way.
Had a shit english paper today. i don't even have a favorite animal, and they asked me to name it. So crude of them. Ah well, I came out early and escaped with c, a, and v. We played pictionary on the way, and A wrote a very funny letter to the princi, whose name is, Rk. hawhawh. Thats a name of a very cheap bar in thane.
Did not see any of my coll friends. My father just offered me a 5 star, but I will give that to someone in college tommorrow. C offered me M&Ms in the car today. long time since I had them. The last was around six years ago in A's house. Damn, that was so long ago. We arenot even friends now, but we were like brothers back then. I really like his granny. Sweet old lady. Must go visit them someday, nice people, especially his mother. Even his sister is cool. But Athin was a bit bossy back then...
Miss him a lot just now. Ah well.
Back to reality. Nostalgia is so damn powerful man...
So found a lot of stuff for the occult blog. Damn man, Am I becoming a Satanist. I guess so. I tried some of them out, and do the candle ritual regularly.
The candle ritual is done by everyone every year, atleast when they are between five to eleven. I just found out. Never blown out a candle after making a wish over your birthday cake? That's such an ancient ritual? Its a boiled down version of the candle ritual...
But I will go more the right way than the left way.
Had a shit english paper today. i don't even have a favorite animal, and they asked me to name it. So crude of them. Ah well, I came out early and escaped with c, a, and v. We played pictionary on the way, and A wrote a very funny letter to the princi, whose name is, Rk. hawhawh. Thats a name of a very cheap bar in thane.
Monday, January 10, 2005
Cow politics
You will find various forms of this all over the web…
Definition of political systems with respect to cows…
Feudalism: You have two cows. The lord of the manor takes some of the milk. And all the cream.
Pure Socialism: You have two cows. The government takes them and puts them in a barn with everyone else's cows. You have to take care of all the cows. The government gives you as much milk as you need.
Socialism: You have two cows. The government takes one of your cows and gives it to your neighbor. You're both forced to join a cooperative where you have to teach your neighbor how to take care of his cow.
Bureaucratic Socialism: You have two cows. The government takes them and puts them in a barn with everyone else's cows. They are cared for by ex-chicken farmers. You have to take care of the chickens the government took from the chicken farmers. The government gives you as much milk and as many eggs as its regulations say you should need.
Fascism: You have two cows. The government takes both, hires you to take care of them, and sells you the milk.
Pure Communism: You have two cows. Your neighbors help you take care of them, and you all share the milk.
Russian Communism: You have two cows. You have to take care of them, but the government takes all the milk.
Communism: You have two cows. The government seizes both and provides you with milk. You wait in line for you share of the milk, but it's so long that the milk is sour by the time you get it.
Dictatorship: You have two cows. The government takes both and shoots you.
Militarism: You have two cows. The government takes both and drafts you.
Pure Democracy: You have two cows. Your neighbors decide who gets the milk.
Representative Democracy: You have two cows. Your neighbors pick someone to tell you who gets the milk.
American Democracy: The government promises to give you two cows if you vote for it. After the election, the president is impeached for speculating in cow futures. The press dubs the affair "Cowgate." The cows are set free.
Democracy, Democrat-style: You have two cows. Your neighbor has none. You feel guilty for being so successful. You vote politicians into office who tax your cows, which forces you to sell one to pay the tax. The politicians use the tax money to buy a cow for your neighbor. You feel good. Barbra Streisand sings for you.
Democracy, Republican-style: You have two cows. Your neighbor has none. You move to a better neighborhood.
Indian Democracy: You have two cows. You worship them.
British Democracy: You have two cows. You feed them sheep brains and they go mad. The government gives you compensation for your diseased cows, compensation for your lost income, and a grant not to use your fields for anything else. And tells the public not to worry.
Bureaucracy: You have two cows. At first the government regulates what you can feed them and when you can milk them. Then it pays you not to milk them. After that it takes both, shoots one, milks the other, and pours the milk down the drain. Then it requires you to fill out forms accounting for the missing cows.
Anarchy: You have two cows. Either you sell the milk at a fair price or your neighbors try to kill you and take the cows.
Capitalism: You have two cows. You lay one off, and force the other to produce the milk of four cows. You are surprised when she drops dead.
Singaporean Democracy: You have two cows. The government fines you for keeping two unlicensed farm animals in an apartment.
Hong Kong Capitalism (alias Enron Capitalism): You have two cows. You sell three of them to your publicly-listed company, using letters of credit opened by your brother-in-law at the bank, then execute an debt/equity swap with associated general offer so that you get all four cows back, with a tax deduction for keeping five cows. The milk rights of six cows are transferred via a Panamanian intermediary to a Cayman Isands company secretly owned by the majority shareholder, who sells the rights to all seven cows' milk back to the listed company. The annual report says that the company owns eight cows, with an option on one more. Meanwhile, you kill the two cows because the Feng Shui is bad.
Environmentalism: You have two cows. The government bans you from milking or killing them.
Totalitarianism: You have two cows. The government takes them and denies they ever existed. Milk is banned.
Foreign Policy, American-Style: You have two cows. The government taxes them and uses the money to buy a cow for a poor farmer a country ruled by a dictator. The farmer has no hay to feed the cow and his religion forbids him from eating it. The cow dies. The man dies. The dictator confiscates the dead man's farm and sells it, using the money to purchase US military equipment. The President declares the program a success and announces closer ties with our new ally.
Bureaucracy, American-Style: You have two cows but you have to kill one of them because the government will only give you a license for one of them. The license requires you to sell all your milk to the government, which uses it to make cheese. The government pays lots of money to store the cheese in refrigerated warehouses. When the cheese spoils, the government distributes it to the poor. The poor get sick from the cheese, go to the emergency room, and are turned away because they have no health insurance. The President declares the program a success and reminds us that we have the finest health care system in the world.
American Corporation: You have two cows. You sell one to a subsidiary company and lease it back to yourself so you can declare it as a tax loss. Your bosses give you a huge bonus. You inject the cows with drugs and they produce four times the normal amount of milk. Your bosses give you a huge bonus. When the drugs cause one of the cows to drop dead you announce to the press that you have down-sized, reducing expenses by 50 percent. The company stock goes up and your bosses give you a huge bonus. You lay off all your workers and move your production facilities to Mexico. You get a huge bonus. You contribute some of your profit to the President's re-election campaign. The President announces tax cuts for corporations in order to stimulate the economy.
Japanese Corporation: You have two cows. You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk. You teach the cows to travel on unbelievably crowded trains. Your cows always get higher test scores than cows in the U.S. or Europe, but they drink a lot of sake.
German Corporation: You have two cows. You engineer them so they are all blond, drink lots of beer, give excellent milk, and run a hundred miles an hour. Unfortunately they also demand 13 weeks of vacation per year and are very expensive to repair.
Russian Corporation: You have two cows. You have some vodka. You count your cows and discover you really have five cows! You have more vodka. You count them again and discover you have 42 cows! You stop counting cows and have some more vodka. The Russian Mafia arrives and takes over all your cows. You have more vodka.
Italian Corporation: You have two cows but you can't find them. While searching for them you meet a beautiful woman, take her out to lunch and then make love to her. Life is good.
French Corporation: You have two cows. You go on strike because you want another cow, more vacation and shorter work weeks. The French government announces that it will never agree to your demands. You go to lunch and eat fabulous food and drink wonderful wine. While you are at lunch, the airline pilots and flight controllers join your strike, shutting down all air traffic. The truckers block all the roads and the dock workers block all the ports. By dinner time the French government announces it agrees with all your demands. Life is good.
Political Correctness: You are associated with (the concept of "ownership" is an outdated symbol of your decadent, warmongering, intolerant past) two differently-aged (but no less valuable to society) bovines of non-specified gender. They get married and adopt a calf.
Counterculturalism: Wow, dude, there's like . . . these two cows, man. You have got to have some of this milk.
Surrealism: You have two giraffes. The government requires you to take harmonica lessons.
Definition of political systems with respect to cows…
Feudalism: You have two cows. The lord of the manor takes some of the milk. And all the cream.
Pure Socialism: You have two cows. The government takes them and puts them in a barn with everyone else's cows. You have to take care of all the cows. The government gives you as much milk as you need.
Socialism: You have two cows. The government takes one of your cows and gives it to your neighbor. You're both forced to join a cooperative where you have to teach your neighbor how to take care of his cow.
Bureaucratic Socialism: You have two cows. The government takes them and puts them in a barn with everyone else's cows. They are cared for by ex-chicken farmers. You have to take care of the chickens the government took from the chicken farmers. The government gives you as much milk and as many eggs as its regulations say you should need.
Fascism: You have two cows. The government takes both, hires you to take care of them, and sells you the milk.
Pure Communism: You have two cows. Your neighbors help you take care of them, and you all share the milk.
Russian Communism: You have two cows. You have to take care of them, but the government takes all the milk.
Communism: You have two cows. The government seizes both and provides you with milk. You wait in line for you share of the milk, but it's so long that the milk is sour by the time you get it.
Dictatorship: You have two cows. The government takes both and shoots you.
Militarism: You have two cows. The government takes both and drafts you.
Pure Democracy: You have two cows. Your neighbors decide who gets the milk.
Representative Democracy: You have two cows. Your neighbors pick someone to tell you who gets the milk.
American Democracy: The government promises to give you two cows if you vote for it. After the election, the president is impeached for speculating in cow futures. The press dubs the affair "Cowgate." The cows are set free.
Democracy, Democrat-style: You have two cows. Your neighbor has none. You feel guilty for being so successful. You vote politicians into office who tax your cows, which forces you to sell one to pay the tax. The politicians use the tax money to buy a cow for your neighbor. You feel good. Barbra Streisand sings for you.
Democracy, Republican-style: You have two cows. Your neighbor has none. You move to a better neighborhood.
Indian Democracy: You have two cows. You worship them.
British Democracy: You have two cows. You feed them sheep brains and they go mad. The government gives you compensation for your diseased cows, compensation for your lost income, and a grant not to use your fields for anything else. And tells the public not to worry.
Bureaucracy: You have two cows. At first the government regulates what you can feed them and when you can milk them. Then it pays you not to milk them. After that it takes both, shoots one, milks the other, and pours the milk down the drain. Then it requires you to fill out forms accounting for the missing cows.
Anarchy: You have two cows. Either you sell the milk at a fair price or your neighbors try to kill you and take the cows.
Capitalism: You have two cows. You lay one off, and force the other to produce the milk of four cows. You are surprised when she drops dead.
Singaporean Democracy: You have two cows. The government fines you for keeping two unlicensed farm animals in an apartment.
Hong Kong Capitalism (alias Enron Capitalism): You have two cows. You sell three of them to your publicly-listed company, using letters of credit opened by your brother-in-law at the bank, then execute an debt/equity swap with associated general offer so that you get all four cows back, with a tax deduction for keeping five cows. The milk rights of six cows are transferred via a Panamanian intermediary to a Cayman Isands company secretly owned by the majority shareholder, who sells the rights to all seven cows' milk back to the listed company. The annual report says that the company owns eight cows, with an option on one more. Meanwhile, you kill the two cows because the Feng Shui is bad.
Environmentalism: You have two cows. The government bans you from milking or killing them.
Totalitarianism: You have two cows. The government takes them and denies they ever existed. Milk is banned.
Foreign Policy, American-Style: You have two cows. The government taxes them and uses the money to buy a cow for a poor farmer a country ruled by a dictator. The farmer has no hay to feed the cow and his religion forbids him from eating it. The cow dies. The man dies. The dictator confiscates the dead man's farm and sells it, using the money to purchase US military equipment. The President declares the program a success and announces closer ties with our new ally.
Bureaucracy, American-Style: You have two cows but you have to kill one of them because the government will only give you a license for one of them. The license requires you to sell all your milk to the government, which uses it to make cheese. The government pays lots of money to store the cheese in refrigerated warehouses. When the cheese spoils, the government distributes it to the poor. The poor get sick from the cheese, go to the emergency room, and are turned away because they have no health insurance. The President declares the program a success and reminds us that we have the finest health care system in the world.
American Corporation: You have two cows. You sell one to a subsidiary company and lease it back to yourself so you can declare it as a tax loss. Your bosses give you a huge bonus. You inject the cows with drugs and they produce four times the normal amount of milk. Your bosses give you a huge bonus. When the drugs cause one of the cows to drop dead you announce to the press that you have down-sized, reducing expenses by 50 percent. The company stock goes up and your bosses give you a huge bonus. You lay off all your workers and move your production facilities to Mexico. You get a huge bonus. You contribute some of your profit to the President's re-election campaign. The President announces tax cuts for corporations in order to stimulate the economy.
Japanese Corporation: You have two cows. You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk. You teach the cows to travel on unbelievably crowded trains. Your cows always get higher test scores than cows in the U.S. or Europe, but they drink a lot of sake.
German Corporation: You have two cows. You engineer them so they are all blond, drink lots of beer, give excellent milk, and run a hundred miles an hour. Unfortunately they also demand 13 weeks of vacation per year and are very expensive to repair.
Russian Corporation: You have two cows. You have some vodka. You count your cows and discover you really have five cows! You have more vodka. You count them again and discover you have 42 cows! You stop counting cows and have some more vodka. The Russian Mafia arrives and takes over all your cows. You have more vodka.
Italian Corporation: You have two cows but you can't find them. While searching for them you meet a beautiful woman, take her out to lunch and then make love to her. Life is good.
French Corporation: You have two cows. You go on strike because you want another cow, more vacation and shorter work weeks. The French government announces that it will never agree to your demands. You go to lunch and eat fabulous food and drink wonderful wine. While you are at lunch, the airline pilots and flight controllers join your strike, shutting down all air traffic. The truckers block all the roads and the dock workers block all the ports. By dinner time the French government announces it agrees with all your demands. Life is good.
Political Correctness: You are associated with (the concept of "ownership" is an outdated symbol of your decadent, warmongering, intolerant past) two differently-aged (but no less valuable to society) bovines of non-specified gender. They get married and adopt a calf.
Counterculturalism: Wow, dude, there's like . . . these two cows, man. You have got to have some of this milk.
Surrealism: You have two giraffes. The government requires you to take harmonica lessons.
Shankaracharya thing
They have arrested the junior Sankaracharya now. In my opinion, it is right. These people just rob all of us in broad daylight... never pour money into their "faiths" or the funds fuelled by it. they eat most of it anyway. Arresting and disabling the matt is a very good move, really, this country needs a Jayalalitha or a Lalu rule, and amazingly enough, that’s exactly what it has now. I am happy with the current government, because they have a HUGE obligation to deliver, though I think the only reason it won was the anti-incumbency factor. I think it was the single thing… people just wanted to turn around and shout a huge “POPAT” to the government, with their shit shining India campaign. Sonia Gandhi did an amazing thing by refusing to become the prime minister. She just shut everybody up, and now no one can say that foreigners rule us. I really wanted to vote, but at the grassroot level, things move very slowly indeed. My parents did not get to vote because their names were not on the list. Hope mine are… next year. And hope there are no elections next year.
Sri Lanka is screwed
-the Tsunami
-The heavy rains disrupting the relief efforts, and washing away the camps of the survivors
-The UN plague warning
-The Indian weather department warning of the Cyclone
Sri Lanka is really screwed…
-The heavy rains disrupting the relief efforts, and washing away the camps of the survivors
-The UN plague warning
-The Indian weather department warning of the Cyclone
Sri Lanka is really screwed…
About karakatoa - from an old book
I knew about Karakatoa because of this book – Reader’s digest junior omnibus, that on which my Father has written a note on, his name and the date – 1960 in green ink, or possible blue ink that has turned green…
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The loudest noise on earth
The loudest noise ever heard on earth, was made, not by an atomic or hydrogen bomb, but by a volcano. On 27th August, 1883, more than eighteen centuries after Pompeii had been buried by the ashes from Vesuvius, the entire island of Karakatoa, in the East Indies, blew up with a deafening roar that could be heard for 3000 miles. Stones, dust and ashes were hurled seventeen miles into the air, and the eruption cause a fifty foot tidal wave which swept over neighboring islands and was still more than a foot high when it reached Cape Town, 5100 miles away. Vast clouds of dust spread into the upper atmosphere, filtering the sunlight and producing beautiful sunsets which were visible all over the world. As far off as London, these lingering effects of the great explosions were still being seen the following spring.
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The loudest noise on earth
The loudest noise ever heard on earth, was made, not by an atomic or hydrogen bomb, but by a volcano. On 27th August, 1883, more than eighteen centuries after Pompeii had been buried by the ashes from Vesuvius, the entire island of Karakatoa, in the East Indies, blew up with a deafening roar that could be heard for 3000 miles. Stones, dust and ashes were hurled seventeen miles into the air, and the eruption cause a fifty foot tidal wave which swept over neighboring islands and was still more than a foot high when it reached Cape Town, 5100 miles away. Vast clouds of dust spread into the upper atmosphere, filtering the sunlight and producing beautiful sunsets which were visible all over the world. As far off as London, these lingering effects of the great explosions were still being seen the following spring.
about today
Parent’s anniversary today. 20 years. Ok.
What in hell is biomagnification? Actually the question in the test was a plain and simple, define biomagnification. What the hell. I missed out on that and oxytocin, but wrote everything else in an almost perfect manner. Don’t know how much I will score though, I don’t think the papers will get corrected. What the hell. The pracs are also around the corner. And just 40 days left for the bloody boards now. What the hell is happening?
Before the test, there was this huge bio I pracs, in which I did everything almost perfectly, and things went much better than the bio I pracs yesterday. I had the pracs today morning, and it already seems like it happened days ago. It was early in the morning, and had something v and k had got for lunch. Then headed over to college, where I wrote the test, then headed back home via gk. Had salted lassi in gk, and no one took a part of it, but the most embarrassing thing happened after gk. Mother nature had called like hell, and I went into college. S saw me at it. Damn. Never thought he would follow me into the cloakroom…
Anyway, came home in the train with friends, and then came back home. Just found out that I talk in a VERY weird way. Damn.
Will write something about Viking gods in the myth blog.
The stupid spellchecker does not have the word blog on it. That’s so bad.
Ok, some stats in today’s TOI
The quake is =
-boiling 1000 litres of water for each person in the word
-annual production of 940000 barrels of oil per day
-5 times the power used by Norway in 1998
-13 times the power of Karakatoa in 1883
-40000 ‘little boys’ – the Hiroshima bomb
-a billion bolts of lightning
What in hell is biomagnification? Actually the question in the test was a plain and simple, define biomagnification. What the hell. I missed out on that and oxytocin, but wrote everything else in an almost perfect manner. Don’t know how much I will score though, I don’t think the papers will get corrected. What the hell. The pracs are also around the corner. And just 40 days left for the bloody boards now. What the hell is happening?
Before the test, there was this huge bio I pracs, in which I did everything almost perfectly, and things went much better than the bio I pracs yesterday. I had the pracs today morning, and it already seems like it happened days ago. It was early in the morning, and had something v and k had got for lunch. Then headed over to college, where I wrote the test, then headed back home via gk. Had salted lassi in gk, and no one took a part of it, but the most embarrassing thing happened after gk. Mother nature had called like hell, and I went into college. S saw me at it. Damn. Never thought he would follow me into the cloakroom…
Anyway, came home in the train with friends, and then came back home. Just found out that I talk in a VERY weird way. Damn.
Will write something about Viking gods in the myth blog.
The stupid spellchecker does not have the word blog on it. That’s so bad.
Ok, some stats in today’s TOI
The quake is =
-boiling 1000 litres of water for each person in the word
-annual production of 940000 barrels of oil per day
-5 times the power used by Norway in 1998
-13 times the power of Karakatoa in 1883
-40000 ‘little boys’ – the Hiroshima bomb
-a billion bolts of lightning
boards
23 feb, the boards
timetable
23 english
24 physics I
25 physics II
26 Holiday
27 Chem I
28 Chem II
1 Bio I
2 Bio II
3 Maths I
Aaaarrrrggggghhhhhhh
today is the 1oth. Only just, but it is. Oh man. Thats like 21 days in jan plus the twenty two in feb so thats forty one days! DAMN MAN.
woohoo actually
41 days and it will all be over FOREVER.
timetable
23 english
24 physics I
25 physics II
26 Holiday
27 Chem I
28 Chem II
1 Bio I
2 Bio II
3 Maths I
Aaaarrrrggggghhhhhhh
today is the 1oth. Only just, but it is. Oh man. Thats like 21 days in jan plus the twenty two in feb so thats forty one days! DAMN MAN.
woohoo actually
41 days and it will all be over FOREVER.
Another dumb about today entry
About today.
Damn man. Slept from only three to eight today morning. Went to the biology practicals early in the morning. The teacher showed the cycas ovule and said that then non-fertile region was used to attract birds for POLLINATION! I think I must have sniggered rudely, because the teacher got pissed off and was rude back to me. What goes around comes around it seems. I am no angel, but I felt that the teacher was unnecessarily picking on me, and shouting at me and screaming at me for no good reason. I was feeling down in the dumps the whole day long, and in the end, I was really looking forward to the bio2 pracs, because I know the stuff well. The teacher never showed up, so I chatted up a bit with the classes boys, there’s a guy who came only for the pracs, known as J.
The letters in my keyboard don’t type in correctly and skip a few letters at random times. So I have this pracs tomorrow at seven thirty. DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN. The net is not working with the stupid navisearch thing opening up an infinite number of browser windows for no apparent reason. DAMN. Listening to nirvana – lay off the fire right now.
Yeah came home from the pracs and slept for a solid four or five hours. A called up and asked if I would come, and I answered every question he asked with either a no, or a it’s none of your business. It was fun, and he was laughing all the time. DAMN.
Jam has such silly humor. Damn I have to study, write a cd for friends and play Deus Ex. My priorities are in Jeopardy right now. I am scared shit of maths. Donno what will happen. Michael Jackson’s the lost children is such a cool song to listen too. Never knew he could sound like that and not screech.
Songs to write for s and/or a
-allah ke bande
-laagan nahi lage tumse man ki lagan from paap
-I believe I can fly
-heal the world
-yankovitch songs
weird al has some really cool songs you know. The children speaking in this song are so damn irritating. I used to think that MJ was never a child molester, but after listening to his wife threatening to testify, I have my doubts, unless the wife is a very huge bitch.
Now I am doing this. I will probably transcribe that song by Natalie brown, such a cool song you know. I tried transcribing it, but it was so damn tough! I liked a few lines that I understood in the middle, but that was it. I gave up half way, frustrated. Will probably do it again someday. I thought it was boring and tedious, I never knew that it would be so tough! There was some software that found lyrics for all the songs that would be played, but I’ve lost It now and cannot find it.
Torn – Natalie Brown
Don’t get the first line… properly. Ok lines in italics and red are lines that are doubtful, multiple lines means possible lines.
I’m all ashamed OR I am not into fame OR I am all out of faith
This is how I feel
Cold and I am shamed of lying naked on the floor
Good I never changed
Into something real
I’m wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is dawned
You’re a little late
I’m already torn
[echo]
I’m already torn
I thought I saw a man brought to life
He was warm
He came around like he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry
Well you couldn’t be that man I adored
You don’t seem to know
Seem to care
What your heart is for
But I don’t know him anymore
Nothing where he used to lie
Conversation has run dry
What’s going on?
Damn man. Slept from only three to eight today morning. Went to the biology practicals early in the morning. The teacher showed the cycas ovule and said that then non-fertile region was used to attract birds for POLLINATION! I think I must have sniggered rudely, because the teacher got pissed off and was rude back to me. What goes around comes around it seems. I am no angel, but I felt that the teacher was unnecessarily picking on me, and shouting at me and screaming at me for no good reason. I was feeling down in the dumps the whole day long, and in the end, I was really looking forward to the bio2 pracs, because I know the stuff well. The teacher never showed up, so I chatted up a bit with the classes boys, there’s a guy who came only for the pracs, known as J.
The letters in my keyboard don’t type in correctly and skip a few letters at random times. So I have this pracs tomorrow at seven thirty. DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN. The net is not working with the stupid navisearch thing opening up an infinite number of browser windows for no apparent reason. DAMN. Listening to nirvana – lay off the fire right now.
Yeah came home from the pracs and slept for a solid four or five hours. A called up and asked if I would come, and I answered every question he asked with either a no, or a it’s none of your business. It was fun, and he was laughing all the time. DAMN.
Jam has such silly humor. Damn I have to study, write a cd for friends and play Deus Ex. My priorities are in Jeopardy right now. I am scared shit of maths. Donno what will happen. Michael Jackson’s the lost children is such a cool song to listen too. Never knew he could sound like that and not screech.
Songs to write for s and/or a
-allah ke bande
-laagan nahi lage tumse man ki lagan from paap
-I believe I can fly
-heal the world
-yankovitch songs
weird al has some really cool songs you know. The children speaking in this song are so damn irritating. I used to think that MJ was never a child molester, but after listening to his wife threatening to testify, I have my doubts, unless the wife is a very huge bitch.
Now I am doing this. I will probably transcribe that song by Natalie brown, such a cool song you know. I tried transcribing it, but it was so damn tough! I liked a few lines that I understood in the middle, but that was it. I gave up half way, frustrated. Will probably do it again someday. I thought it was boring and tedious, I never knew that it would be so tough! There was some software that found lyrics for all the songs that would be played, but I’ve lost It now and cannot find it.
Torn – Natalie Brown
Don’t get the first line… properly. Ok lines in italics and red are lines that are doubtful, multiple lines means possible lines.
I’m all ashamed OR I am not into fame OR I am all out of faith
This is how I feel
Cold and I am shamed of lying naked on the floor
Good I never changed
Into something real
I’m wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is dawned
You’re a little late
I’m already torn
[echo]
I’m already torn
I thought I saw a man brought to life
He was warm
He came around like he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry
Well you couldn’t be that man I adored
You don’t seem to know
Seem to care
What your heart is for
But I don’t know him anymore
Nothing where he used to lie
Conversation has run dry
What’s going on?
Sunday, January 09, 2005
Articles sent to dakshinayanam
I finally sent in the articles they asked to dakshinayanam. It was in a cd named not phink!! Need to safestory my cds. the esclamation marks were in the name of the cd. Some of my data backup cds are disintegrating. NEver buy those stupid cheap cds. Note to myself. Ok. So anyway, sent in these articles that the editor had asked for:
I was wondering when the close tag in the p tag in HTML would ever be useful. Right now, when you wanna align something to the right, you use the close p tag! That's soo cool! it just hit me. oh well...
They are a bit old and I am ashamed of them now... as always. I feel so stupid writing them now..
The waiter
The waiter is the seven hundred and thirty-fourth most interesting thing in the universe. But since the other seven hundred and thirty three things are nowhere to be found on our home planet, we’ll consider him to be the most interesting thing known to man. He’s a superb creature to study.
Not only does his job force him to give you food that renders you capable of saying a nice and friendly ‘hi’ to the Devil, but also to do it with a smile on his face and put all the load of murk in plates and bowls and put something on top that will actually make you eat it. He must be pretty successful, judging by the large amount of indigested food that gets buried or burnt, mostly when still in the stomach of some poor bloke who ate out in a moment of weakness. But let’s leave restaurant food for another article, and concentrate on the waiter.
Our world is blessed (more like cursed) with many kinds of waiters. There’s the type on roadside ‘Chinese corners’, not the single-man stalls, but the one with the old bald fellow sitting near a desk, taking down the orders and the money, with rickety old tables and chairs strewn around and young boys in any old supposedly stylish clothes (obtained after heavy bargaining from those places near railway stations), running around serving rice or noodles or some bird that can be passed off as a chicken or water that a few old tomatoes have been washed with. That’s soup if you haven’t any experience in such matters. And forget fingers, if you notice that the ends of the sleeves of the said dirt shirts are adding their unique flavour to the soup, you are too sophisticated for the place, and you better get out of there as soon as possible because things can get pretty ugly, as all the waiter-boys are chamchas of the local wannabe goonda. Don’t even bother cancelling orders; you will be forced to eat the wrong thing anyway.
There’s the type you find in restaurants where the food is relatively cheap, that serve you somewhat tasty South Indian food. They will have khaki or brown uniforms with the hotel’s name embroidered on their pockets in red or purple, and they joke amongst themselves and chat away on all the things you would expect to find on the 1983 issue of Filmfare, and only occasionally get down to actually serving anything that is ordered, and they become touchy and fed-up about something, and even the slightest complaining about the food being too cold, or the lack of a clean food doesn’t go down too well. They will not say anything in your face, but the ‘difficult person’ on table no 4 will be added on their gossip agenda and they will colourfully describe your personality, hairstyle, food habits and character, even daring to crack jokes on you, loud enough for you to hear, in a language they think you do not understand. Cancelling an order will only make the gossip more colourful… er, vulgar.
Then there’s the place with the neon sign on top and a fishtank in the corner, and the waiters in uniform that involves a gaudy gold shirt and a red jacket on top. These guys bow a little too much. They waiters take pride in bowing every time you make an order, and repeating out the orders aloud so that you know that they got it right. They also bow while they serve you the food that you have ordered. They relish holding your food between an intricate arrangement involving a spoon and a fork and dropping it gently on your plate. Your glass gets refilled every time you take even the slightest sip of water. They bow after that too. They bow enough to make you remember the guy from Notrodame. They bow after giving you the bill. And when you leave, their bow ranges from doubling over and just a slight head nod, depending on the generosity of your tip.
Ditto for the hotels with those smart people in black suits. They are intimidating, but if you manage to show a lot of attitude and complain like hell about the food, you will get a few items free. You get to eat like a king, with all sorts of ceramics and glass tableware, but you have to pay like an emperor thanks to the exponentially expanding amount they print on the bill. They serve something simple like boiled egg in a weird cup with an egg on top and another hidden below the base. That’s all I could order with the money I had, AFTER giving some property on mortgage. Someone writes the seven figures on the bill in calligraphy. They usually also have a heart specialist nearby. You see, they can go on business together. But that’s again, another story.
The waiter
The waiter is the seven hundred and thirty-fourth most interesting thing in the universe. But since the other seven hundred and thirty three things are nowhere to be found on our home planet, we’ll consider him to be the most interesting thing known to man. He’s a superb creature to study.
Not only does his job force him to give you food that renders you capable of saying a nice and friendly ‘hi’ to the Devil, but also to do it with a smile on his face and put all the load of murk in plates and bowls and put something on top that will actually make you eat it. He must be pretty successful, judging by the large amount of indigested food that gets buried or burnt, mostly when still in the stomach of some poor bloke who ate out in a moment of weakness. But let’s leave restaurant food for another article, and concentrate on the waiter.
Our world is blessed (more like cursed) with many kinds of waiters. There’s the type on roadside ‘Chinese corners’, not the single-man stalls, but the one with the old bald fellow sitting near a desk, taking down the orders and the money, with rickety old tables and chairs strewn around and young boys in any old supposedly stylish clothes (obtained after heavy bargaining from those places near railway stations), running around serving rice or noodles or some bird that can be passed off as a chicken or water that a few old tomatoes have been washed with. That’s soup if you haven’t any experience in such matters. And forget fingers, if you notice that the ends of the sleeves of the said dirt shirts are adding their unique flavour to the soup, you are too sophisticated for the place, and you better get out of there as soon as possible because things can get pretty ugly, as all the waiter-boys are chamchas of the local wannabe goonda. Don’t even bother cancelling orders; you will be forced to eat the wrong thing anyway.
There’s the type you find in restaurants where the food is relatively cheap, that serve you somewhat tasty South Indian food. They will have khaki or brown uniforms with the hotel’s name embroidered on their pockets in red or purple, and they joke amongst themselves and chat away on all the things you would expect to find on the 1983 issue of Filmfare, and only occasionally get down to actually serving anything that is ordered, and they become touchy and fed-up about something, and even the slightest complaining about the food being too cold, or the lack of a clean food doesn’t go down too well. They will not say anything in your face, but the ‘difficult person’ on table no 4 will be added on their gossip agenda and they will colourfully describe your personality, hairstyle, food habits and character, even daring to crack jokes on you, loud enough for you to hear, in a language they think you do not understand. Cancelling an order will only make the gossip more colourful… er, vulgar.
Then there’s the place with the neon sign on top and a fishtank in the corner, and the waiters in uniform that involves a gaudy gold shirt and a red jacket on top. These guys bow a little too much. They waiters take pride in bowing every time you make an order, and repeating out the orders aloud so that you know that they got it right. They also bow while they serve you the food that you have ordered. They relish holding your food between an intricate arrangement involving a spoon and a fork and dropping it gently on your plate. Your glass gets refilled every time you take even the slightest sip of water. They bow after that too. They bow enough to make you remember the guy from Notrodame. They bow after giving you the bill. And when you leave, their bow ranges from doubling over and just a slight head nod, depending on the generosity of your tip.
Ditto for the hotels with those smart people in black suits. They are intimidating, but if you manage to show a lot of attitude and complain like hell about the food, you will get a few items free. You get to eat like a king, with all sorts of ceramics and glass tableware, but you have to pay like an emperor thanks to the exponentially expanding amount they print on the bill. They serve something simple like boiled egg in a weird cup with an egg on top and another hidden below the base. That’s all I could order with the money I had, AFTER giving some property on mortgage. Someone writes the seven figures on the bill in calligraphy. They usually also have a heart specialist nearby. You see, they can go on business together. But that’s again, another story.
I was wondering when the close tag in the p tag in HTML would ever be useful. Right now, when you wanna align something to the right, you use the close p tag! That's soo cool! it just hit me. oh well...
They are a bit old and I am ashamed of them now... as always. I feel so stupid writing them now..
The waiter
The waiter is the seven hundred and thirty-fourth most interesting thing in the universe. But since the other seven hundred and thirty three things are nowhere to be found on our home planet, we’ll consider him to be the most interesting thing known to man. He’s a superb creature to study.
Not only does his job force him to give you food that renders you capable of saying a nice and friendly ‘hi’ to the Devil, but also to do it with a smile on his face and put all the load of murk in plates and bowls and put something on top that will actually make you eat it. He must be pretty successful, judging by the large amount of indigested food that gets buried or burnt, mostly when still in the stomach of some poor bloke who ate out in a moment of weakness. But let’s leave restaurant food for another article, and concentrate on the waiter.
Our world is blessed (more like cursed) with many kinds of waiters. There’s the type on roadside ‘Chinese corners’, not the single-man stalls, but the one with the old bald fellow sitting near a desk, taking down the orders and the money, with rickety old tables and chairs strewn around and young boys in any old supposedly stylish clothes (obtained after heavy bargaining from those places near railway stations), running around serving rice or noodles or some bird that can be passed off as a chicken or water that a few old tomatoes have been washed with. That’s soup if you haven’t any experience in such matters. And forget fingers, if you notice that the ends of the sleeves of the said dirt shirts are adding their unique flavour to the soup, you are too sophisticated for the place, and you better get out of there as soon as possible because things can get pretty ugly, as all the waiter-boys are chamchas of the local wannabe goonda. Don’t even bother cancelling orders; you will be forced to eat the wrong thing anyway.
There’s the type you find in restaurants where the food is relatively cheap, that serve you somewhat tasty South Indian food. They will have khaki or brown uniforms with the hotel’s name embroidered on their pockets in red or purple, and they joke amongst themselves and chat away on all the things you would expect to find on the 1983 issue of Filmfare, and only occasionally get down to actually serving anything that is ordered, and they become touchy and fed-up about something, and even the slightest complaining about the food being too cold, or the lack of a clean food doesn’t go down too well. They will not say anything in your face, but the ‘difficult person’ on table no 4 will be added on their gossip agenda and they will colourfully describe your personality, hairstyle, food habits and character, even daring to crack jokes on you, loud enough for you to hear, in a language they think you do not understand. Cancelling an order will only make the gossip more colourful… er, vulgar.
Then there’s the place with the neon sign on top and a fishtank in the corner, and the waiters in uniform that involves a gaudy gold shirt and a red jacket on top. These guys bow a little too much. They waiters take pride in bowing every time you make an order, and repeating out the orders aloud so that you know that they got it right. They also bow while they serve you the food that you have ordered. They relish holding your food between an intricate arrangement involving a spoon and a fork and dropping it gently on your plate. Your glass gets refilled every time you take even the slightest sip of water. They bow after that too. They bow enough to make you remember the guy from Notrodame. They bow after giving you the bill. And when you leave, their bow ranges from doubling over and just a slight head nod, depending on the generosity of your tip.
Ditto for the hotels with those smart people in black suits. They are intimidating, but if you manage to show a lot of attitude and complain like hell about the food, you will get a few items free. You get to eat like a king, with all sorts of ceramics and glass tableware, but you have to pay like an emperor thanks to the exponentially expanding amount they print on the bill. They serve something simple like boiled egg in a weird cup with an egg on top and another hidden below the base. That’s all I could order with the money I had, AFTER giving some property on mortgage. Someone writes the seven figures on the bill in calligraphy. They usually also have a heart specialist nearby. You see, they can go on business together. But that’s again, another story.
-Aditya MJ
The waiter
The waiter is the seven hundred and thirty-fourth most interesting thing in the universe. But since the other seven hundred and thirty three things are nowhere to be found on our home planet, we’ll consider him to be the most interesting thing known to man. He’s a superb creature to study.
Not only does his job force him to give you food that renders you capable of saying a nice and friendly ‘hi’ to the Devil, but also to do it with a smile on his face and put all the load of murk in plates and bowls and put something on top that will actually make you eat it. He must be pretty successful, judging by the large amount of indigested food that gets buried or burnt, mostly when still in the stomach of some poor bloke who ate out in a moment of weakness. But let’s leave restaurant food for another article, and concentrate on the waiter.
Our world is blessed (more like cursed) with many kinds of waiters. There’s the type on roadside ‘Chinese corners’, not the single-man stalls, but the one with the old bald fellow sitting near a desk, taking down the orders and the money, with rickety old tables and chairs strewn around and young boys in any old supposedly stylish clothes (obtained after heavy bargaining from those places near railway stations), running around serving rice or noodles or some bird that can be passed off as a chicken or water that a few old tomatoes have been washed with. That’s soup if you haven’t any experience in such matters. And forget fingers, if you notice that the ends of the sleeves of the said dirt shirts are adding their unique flavour to the soup, you are too sophisticated for the place, and you better get out of there as soon as possible because things can get pretty ugly, as all the waiter-boys are chamchas of the local wannabe goonda. Don’t even bother cancelling orders; you will be forced to eat the wrong thing anyway.
There’s the type you find in restaurants where the food is relatively cheap, that serve you somewhat tasty South Indian food. They will have khaki or brown uniforms with the hotel’s name embroidered on their pockets in red or purple, and they joke amongst themselves and chat away on all the things you would expect to find on the 1983 issue of Filmfare, and only occasionally get down to actually serving anything that is ordered, and they become touchy and fed-up about something, and even the slightest complaining about the food being too cold, or the lack of a clean food doesn’t go down too well. They will not say anything in your face, but the ‘difficult person’ on table no 4 will be added on their gossip agenda and they will colourfully describe your personality, hairstyle, food habits and character, even daring to crack jokes on you, loud enough for you to hear, in a language they think you do not understand. Cancelling an order will only make the gossip more colourful… er, vulgar.
Then there’s the place with the neon sign on top and a fishtank in the corner, and the waiters in uniform that involves a gaudy gold shirt and a red jacket on top. These guys bow a little too much. They waiters take pride in bowing every time you make an order, and repeating out the orders aloud so that you know that they got it right. They also bow while they serve you the food that you have ordered. They relish holding your food between an intricate arrangement involving a spoon and a fork and dropping it gently on your plate. Your glass gets refilled every time you take even the slightest sip of water. They bow after that too. They bow enough to make you remember the guy from Notrodame. They bow after giving you the bill. And when you leave, their bow ranges from doubling over and just a slight head nod, depending on the generosity of your tip.
Ditto for the hotels with those smart people in black suits. They are intimidating, but if you manage to show a lot of attitude and complain like hell about the food, you will get a few items free. You get to eat like a king, with all sorts of ceramics and glass tableware, but you have to pay like an emperor thanks to the exponentially expanding amount they print on the bill. They serve something simple like boiled egg in a weird cup with an egg on top and another hidden below the base. That’s all I could order with the money I had, AFTER giving some property on mortgage. Someone writes the seven figures on the bill in calligraphy. They usually also have a heart specialist nearby. You see, they can go on business together. But that’s again, another story.
-Aditya MJ
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