Blow hot. Blow cold. Alternate between bubly enthusiastic to moody, sad and heavy like a wet sack of wheat flour. suffer from the good old bomber planes thundering across and through your head. Suffer from indecision and acidity. The sticky bad taste in your mouth keeps coming back like those stupid tasteless hindi movie songs on Mtv. Caught between guilt and arrogant judgementalism: They all are fools... How can you judge all like that Suman? The rest try to build with a bundle of stupid things (paper bricks) whereas I am trying to exemplify obsessive modesty by playing down my achievements (concrete brick coated with candy floss)
Finally, when I am positive I need to consult a shrink, they sent a memo saying I have been late to office twice last week and I know people are watching you and your coffee breaks... maybe they'd come up with a research report on 'Coffee breaks. Corporate Productivity.' And actually revel in their fake orgasm of an achievement. It's better to have NOT done it than fake it.
What's worse is the knowledge that I am being watched by a bunch of utterly jobless ant-eaters, whose major achievement in life has been mastrubating with the wrong hand. God save us.
I'll bring it all down baby. Bring it down China town, as De niro said in Meet the Parents. Change is like grey hair. you know it's around even after you hide it. The solution? asked some morons, 'live with it fuck(grey)heads!'
I want to write something here today but I am just staring at the screen - benumbed by a not so good morning. Some times you feel like a moron... a complete idiot to have chosen the road you're on. It is a cliche - when the going gets tough... (yawn) - but I think it is true. the past 2 months have been a true test of my character. Would I blow away like a fallen lead or would I survive the storm like a good beacon... time has to tell. Till then wish me luck amigoes. I am diving into self-imposed personality-hibernation. Whatever that means!
Disclaimer: These are not my words. I merely copied them from one of my friend's e-mails. I don't know who wrote this and I don't subscribe to the views of the author of this hilarious piece.
ARIES
You tend to be headstrong and deliberate in your actions.
Basically you don't give a fuck about anyone.
Most people hate you but you couldn't care less.
You're the type of person who would masturbate at a wedding.
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TAURUS
Warm and caring are your most endearing characteristics.
You get on well with most people because you're bisexual.
You hardly ever wear underwear and you constantly smell of piss.
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GEMINI
your star sign denotes an air of duality in your character.
Simply you're a neurotic schizophrenic, a real fucking weirdo, the
type of person who'd kill themselves to win a bet.
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CANCER
You have a businesslike attitude to life and a knack for making
money. You're an unscrupulous bastard who would sell a relative's
limbs to buy a mobile phone.
You are likely to be murdered.
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LEO
The adventurous type, always looking for thrills and willing to
try anything. In other words stupid.
You have the IQ of a garden snail and will never amount to
anything. Most Leos are living on welfare.
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VIRGO
You like the goods things in life and you know how to enjoy them,
but you're prone to bullshitting and you're a cheap bastard.
Virgo men are usually queers and the majority of Virgo women
are whores.
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LIBRA
You are the forgiving type and you don't bear grudges. This
makes you an asshole.
For your entire life people will make a complete prick of you.
Nobody will go to your funeral.
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SCORPIO
You are sharp, a quick thinker and good at puzzles.
However these are your only good traits.
You screw small animals and love picking your nose.
You always have snot on your clothes.
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SAGITTARIUS
You are the romantic type, soft hearted and a lover of the arts.
You are likely to import Dutch pornography and sex toys.
You thrive on incest.
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CAPRICORN
You are deep and personal in your thoughts, the quiet type.
A mean self-centred cunt and a closet homosexual.
Your best friend is an altar boy.
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AQUARIUS
You are the academic type and will probably end up working in
the legal system.
This means you are an absolute pervert, at the least a
transvestite. Your ideal sexual partner is a Labrador puppy wearing fishnet
tights.
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PISCES
You are the eternal optimist, seeing the best of any situation.
You have no grasp of reality and live in a dream world.
Most people consider you to be the greatest living moron.
You will continue to fail. You're a prick.
The story was, when Savithramma opened the door early morning, she fumbled on a globular thing on the floor just outside the door. She snaps the light on and she had the shock of her life. A real human skull, decorated with turmeric and sindur, was grinning at her. I could understand her histrionics. It looked like black magic. A shiver ran up my spine. So they brought a phakir to counter the black magic. The phakir was an old sufi, who lived in the slums near the hill top murugan koil. He had a paintbrush goatee sticking out of his chin somehow matching the countless wrinkles on his face. He had only a few front teeth left and when he spoke they shook, perilously close to dropping down to the ground. Well, this phakir did some 'sambrani' ceremony and mumbled incoherent sufi mantras and he assured Savithramma "it is gone and won't come back to this town -no country- ever again.� My mom was trying to suppress her laughter and I was too excited about all this. Though my mind said all this was nonsense, I wanted to believe in magic and ghosts, I mean how else would you expect a 10 year old to spice up his life? So I broadcast this story in school and by the time I was back from school in the evening, a different version hit me- thanks to our servant maid Leela. She told me one shot, breathlessly.
"Some evil mandravaadhi has done it on behalf of Savithramma's uncle. The uncle and she are in a dispute over a piece of land in Gudur. Remember? Babu was down with typhoid? Two of their cows died in accidents? I hope the phakir is genuine! I don't know what's gonna happen now! If the phakir's spell fails, then it'll destroy Savithramma's house." And she smiled. She hated Savithramma, that's another story.
Two days nad nothing happened. The third day I woke up to the screams of Vasanthi and her sisters. They stayed next to Babu's house. Yea, you guessed it right. There was not one, but two skulls (poor things, they need company, I mean come on you can't stay all night or a better part of it alone) and some accessories accompanied the skulls. Some bones! What was most chilling was the fact that one of the skulls was giggling 'tak tak tak' its jaws banging together. I knew why it happened. The wind from the open back door of Vachi's (Vasanthi) back yard screamed through the open front door and hit the skulls. And the grinning skull must have been pretty old. Well, it is simple. When you try and close a gushing water tap what happens? Lot of water tries to rush out through the now smaller hole. Yes. But people weren't in a mood to buy science. They gave a chicken as sacrifice to Durgamma � the guardian deity of the Chittoor town. And the men decided they�d have a vigil team in the nights.
This series of skull planting proved to be a bonanza for all the deities in and around Chittoor. Vachi's mom promised lord Muruga on the hill a 100 coconuts and Vachi's brother - the only earning member of the family- had a minor cardiac attack and I was witness to a fight between him and his mom on how many coconuts should be given to lord Muruga.
After ten days the vigil team gave up. No evil black magic man was found. And it still remains a mystery: who�d planted the skulls? I'll give you a clue though. The house owner who owned the row of houses (our house included) wanted Savithramma to vacate. I am not implying anything but it sounds logical, but no one wanted to believe in logic. We all want to believe in the unknown!
Link on Information on Chittoor Town: travel.indiamart.com/andhra-pradesh/chittoor/ (copy and paste it onto your browser, blogger is giving me problems if I give a href!
I don't know about you, but I am guilty of not keeping in touch with so many of my childhood friends. One of them is getting married shortly. Why do we do this? I think it is partially due to the fact that we drift away in pursuit of greener pastures - whatever that means! I am also guilty of goofing up a friendship with a girl - she (was?) is my childhood friend but because of my unpublishable stupidity we parted (no no no it is not what you think, relax!) I am not telling as it might be embarrassing for her if she ever lands up here. So what did I do? I wrote a letter to all my friends with who I have lost touch- I pleaded guilty and asked them to respond. I hope I could salvage at least some lost frienship. Do you always keep in touch with old pals? Or are you like me, lazy, lackadaisical? Some links to find out lost friends: alumni dot net Batchmates I found a friend through >alumni dot net but I leave it to your decision, maybe there are more sites try google.
Today was a bit boring. i think i am pushing my patience to its limit. Indore sucks big time and I really have no motivation to continue staying in this place... someone adopt me in Bangalore or Chennai? Preferably sun micro systems?
I don't know why after looking at Krib's bloget on his site I have added bloglets to this blog as well as my usability blog. People talk so much about KM and all, but isn't this true knowledgesharing? for that matter the whole Internet is one case study in KM... hope those corporate honchos drunk on white papers and colossal powerpoint presentations realize this.
When I was a kid I dreamt of having a color TV, fridge etc (back then only the well-off had them) and after a few years I realised it. When I moved to indore, I just walked into a shop and bought a color TV off the shelf. Right from when I was a kid I wanted to fly but I was not so sure I would... I flew for the first time last year (Chennai to trivandrum) and I have been flying every 3 months... I used to dream of a day when air fares would be cheaper... it used to hurt that I wanted it so badly... and a few days back they slashed air fare by almost 60%... I used to call my girl friend everyday (she is in bangalore) so I used to dream - actually want- that the std rates become cheaper... and you know the rest. I see a pattern emerging: If you want it so badly, it will happen. The things I want now are 1)get my novel published 2)Move to Bangalore 3)Own flat 4)Car... in that order. I read in an agency (I think O&M)) "If you wanna be a butterfly, want it so badly that you stop being a caterpillar." Neat! I have started to believe.
Site of the day: Boxes and arrows if you are a web designer you should add it to your favourites.
After looking at 37signals I am planning to start something like that one day. Only, i need to learn a bit more of web design and all. The bloggers in India are rocking! Is blog THE killer app? Giving the power of publishing to every person that knows what Internet is? Look back, pause, think about it, I am not making any predictions but something tells me blogs are here to stay and if at all there is a web service I dont mind paying for, it is this: the blog.
What's with this stupid TEN sports channel? Is it run by the Pakistanis? Everytime I tune in to watch 'Cricket Classics' I have this diplomatic asshole Rameez raja dishing out all the matches that Pakistan had won. I am yet to see him air a match in which pak isn't playing. What's more in Indore I found that they air Ptv - the paki channel, what the hell's going on?
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Tired. Sleepy. Hungry and bored. Wish I had a private jet and I could fly to chennai and bangalore and come back to indore tomorrow morning... dream, dream dream when I need you, in my arms whenever I want you all I have to do is dream... ever heard that song?
I have a Touchtel phone connection, I thought it was a great thing, I mean with DOT you can expect customer-service, but now looks like I am wrong. In indore Touchtel sucks big time their service is awful. I am planning to switch to DoT. Did usability testing whole day, 5 users and two systems - and wrote an article for the internal mag. Feels good man! .
Involved in a web site project. My friends have taken my suggestion of using an open-source product, we'll be using PHP-Nuke. Looks like an exciting project, let's wait and see!
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