Thursday, June 30, 2005


Just got Natalie Imbruglia's latest collection Counting Down the Days Hmmm, this album seems to be worst of all her three albums, the best one definitely was Left of the Middle. Though the lyrics of some songs are pretty good. I had this MAJOR crush on her when I was in school *blushes*. I used to come home and wait for her songs to play on MTV/V. Those were the days ;;) And I am so in luv with her again... This too shall pass :D Dosen't she look amazing. What eyes !!!


When I say it doesn't matter
It matters most of all
You're not up for conversation
So I'm blinded by it all

The further away you push me
The closer I feel to you

Every fall
Every crash
Everything that was never meant to be
All the perfect little things I can't release
All the nights
Everytime we were just about to leave
Now makes no sense to me
But it seems that when we fall
That's when we land

Can't see what's before me
And I cannot feel the ground
This place that we exist in
Is the sweetest thing I've found

The further away you push me
The closer I feel to you

Every fall
Every crash
Everything that was never meant to be
All the perfect little things I can't release
All the nights
Everytime we were just about to leave
Now makes no sense to me
But it seems that when we fall
That's when we land

The further away you push me
The closer I feel to you

Every fall
Every crash
Everything that was never meant to be
All the perfect little things I can't release
All the nights
Everytime we were just about to leave
Now makes no sense to me
But it seems that when we fall
That's when we land


I missed gym today and I am feeling so guilty :(( Will go listen to some more of her songs...

Tuesday, June 28, 2005


Whenever I used to think of Bombay I had these sepia toned images of old cloth mills churing out yards and yards of creamy colored fabric. Of workers moving like drones. Of old business houses like the Tatas, and whole parsee feeling. But above all this a feeling of warmth. Of joy that comes out of a hard day's work. Somehow the fast moving traffice on Marine Drive was never a part of my imagination, nor the Queen's necklace. For me Bombay symbolized something like NY, a city of dreams. A place where hard work is appreciated, a place where people do not have time for useless banter. Driving engines of economy.

I had the same feeling when I visited Bombay a few days back. The air itself seemed to resonate with this feeling. The city seemed so vibrant and alive even in the late hours of the night. I was staying somewhere on Napean Sea road, and had a lovely view of the sea, frothing and foaming during the rains. WOW !!!

My sis took me to her office in Fort and since it was on a Sunday there was no crowd at all. That place resembeled one of those quaint Victorian towns, with paved roads and stone building. In fact I saw lot of these victorian looking building throuought the city. Hmmm... I had the feeling that I was in Edinburgh, albeit a much much bigger and crowded one.

Somehow I have really started liking the city :-) Should I move to Bombay :-? Hmmm...

This trip to Bombay was also a time to think and interospect. I was able to reach the lucid clarity which generally tends to allude me becoz I am doing so many things at the same time. Something had been troubling me of late, but now I am at peace :D I think the sea also has something to do with it. It generally tends to make me calmer...

PS:I asked my driver Ganesh to take me to the place where the old mills once stood. All of them stand in ruins. Most of them have been closed down and the workers disbanded :-(
And the sea in Bombay is REALLY FILTHY !!!

Thursday, June 23, 2005

The Art Of The Start

Read this article by Guy Kawasaki . Can't stop lauffing after reading this :D

"And I have one more recommendation about business models. It is one of the more controversial things in the book. This theory is that when you are developing your business model, what you should do is ask women what they think of the business model. Specifically women. Don't ask men. The reason is that I believe men, deep in their DNA, have this code, this desire, to kill things. Men want to kill plants, they want to kill animals, they want to kill other people, they want to kill a lot of things. By and large, society has repressed this genetic need to kill things. By contrast, women do not have this DNA, do not have this need to kill things. So one of the problems with asking men about a business model is that men will always say, "That's a great business model" because men are trained or genetically inclined to want to kill things - no matter how stupid your business model is, they will always say, "This is a good way to kill the competition, that's a good business model". Women, by contrast, don't have this flaw. So ask women about your business model."

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

Time - PF

Ticking away the moments that make up the dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find that ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or a half page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in a quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone the song is over, thought i'd something more to say

Tuesday, June 14, 2005


Everything that's broken presents a new prospect in itself. It presents an chance to undo what was erstwhile wrong, to mould and shape the future as you would like it to be. The more the destruction, the more you should rejoice at the opportunities that lay before you.

Rise, O' my fellow beings, the time to grieve we have not. Every passing moment is calling out to us, to conquer the miseries, to achieve greatness. We shall rise, out of this rubble, and become the architects of our world. Brick by brick we shall reconstruct our land, a land where peace and happiness prevails.

Rise. For the morning has come...

Saturday, June 11, 2005

Monday, June 06, 2005


It seemed like I was buried under tonnes of rocks. My body felt stiff, crushed and lifeless. There was no sensation in my arms, my legs, my fingers. Nothing, all of it felt alien, something that was not a part of me. It was just there, immobile, unresponsive. My body was no longer mine. I tried to figure out the parts of me that would still obey my dictates. I started tracing the stream of conscious from my toes upwards, and all of it culminated in a void. It was just a singularity in space that I could call mine, myself, my ego. Everything else had deserted me.

After several moments, I do not know whether they were seconds, years or eons I tried to open my eyes. Time seems to lose its character when the consciousness itself has become extinct. Even though my body was shackled by the forces of the dark my mind was floating. It was floating through space as if in a trans, incoherent, erratic, unmeaning fully towards an ever changing destination. It would not have been very different from a bacterium in a primordial soup, wandering aimlessly with the tide of life. My eyelids parted, magnanimously like the gates of some old French chateau being thrown open. But they opened from darkness unto darkness. As far as I could see I could but nothingness. The all powerful and mighty that consumes everything that comes under its spell.

Suddenly a spell of cold came over me and with the cold came back my body. I could feel every part of me, every iota reeking with pain. It seemed like needles were being pierced into every inch of me. Every part of me shouting for mercy, a maddening shriek that would wake up the dead. I wanted to scream, to let out my agony but the voice never came out. It died long before it was born.

The pain faded away a little, not because the suffering was less but more for the fact that the body was tired of wailing for it. It had already accepted defeat and succumbed like a fallen army to insurmountable pain. During this state of semi-conscious existence I could see stars materializing above in the sky, if that was a sky. They appeared one by one, slowly, fanning out from the centre in a disc till they completely filled my visual field. Beyond that I could not see anything, or even if I could it escaped my comprehension. I was lying somewhere out in the open was all I could comprehend. I tried to turn my neck, but the pain the attempt caused squashed any intentions I had of exploring my surroundings. I laid their still, motionless till I passed out again.

I felt warmth emanate all over my body and the sunshine on my face. When I opened my eyes I discovered that I was sleeping in someone's lap which was more comfortable and softer that anything I would have ever touched in the course of my existence. Her long yellow hair caressed my face gently as it danced in the breeze. All around me was a carpet of green which extended till it rose to kiss the sky. Daffodils fluttered in the wind as if they were singing a song. The song seemed distant but through feelings unknown it welled up emotions which I was unable to comprehend. The sky was the most azure, unbroken, unwavering from one end to the other. Like a seamstress’s hem, making a perfect circle.

All I could see of the lady was her long white dress and her slender arms resting over mine. Her dress was the most exquisite piece of work I had seen in my life. It appeared as if someone has stitched together the story of the entire universe in her dress. All the patterns of the world were there, all the notes of songs sung and those that were left unsung. So elaborate yet so simple, woven in the strands of white. Her hands were the most exquisite, smooth like silk of the orient. Her long and shapely fingers extruding the beauty and the warmth their owner would have possessed. And all this while her tresses played a game of hopscotch on my face.

I where I was, who that lady was or my own identity for that matter. But all this did not intrigue me. All that was of any consequence was that moment. That moment lasting from here till eternity even though eternity was fleeting. I totally wanted to annihilate myself into the surroundings, to become one with it. I felt helpless but it aroused not a feeling of anxiety but one of bliss. Overcome by my joy I fell again in the lap of sleep.

Sleep is like an inn where people find recluse when they are sad. But it also is an interval between the mirthful state of people. It acts like a delimiter to the amount of sorrow or joy one feels. It lessens the pain when people come under its aegis as well as decreases the happiness of one lest the cup runneth over. Sleep separates the world from what the reality it and what one would like it to be. In our dreams we are the lord and master of our creations, adding a dab of paint here and there . But in reality we are the slaves of the unknown. Most of all we are enslaved by ourselves. Us is the only hurdle that prevents us from becoming what we want to be, to create a universe we envision. Sleep is like a unifier where everyone rules over his kingdom whether he sleeps in a lavish mansion or out on the street.

When I opened my eyes again I was on a beach. The white beach spread out in an arch like a necklace embracing the sea. The trees lining the beach looks like emeralds set out in the necklace. I could hear peals of laugher of kids playing and when I turned around I saw two kids playing with the waves. Their clothes fluttered madly in the wind like some invisible spirit had manifested itself in them and was dancing wildly. They seemed carefree, not concerned for the future, not loathing in the past. Just living their present.

Just then something happened...

A huge wave appeared and dragged one of the kids along with it. The girl unable to swim flayed her arms wildly in the air while the unforgiving sea tried to consume her. I had to save that girl, somehow, anyhow. I lunged into the water fully aware that I did not how to swim, but at that moment all that mattered was that little girl's life. I managed to get a hold on that girl's arm but it kept slipping away. Eventually I was able to get a firm grip on her. She already seemed lifeless and limp. I had to save her.

Another huge came in and I lost my foothold. The ground had disappeared from beneath my feet. And I had lost the kid again. Suddenly asphyxia overcame me. I couldn’t breathe. My lungs were filling with water. I started losing sight of the beach, then the sky disappeared. Finally I was completely submerged, groping for a support which failed to materialize. I was going down, slowly towards an abyss to be lost for ever.

The stinging droplets of rain brought me back to the real world. The rain was beating heavily on the ground below. It looked like it was avenging itself on the ground for the wrong it had done, for the girl that had drowned. I was soaking wet, cold and shivering. The darkness had intensified after the rain started. I was unable to see anything and the constant pattering of the drops did no good to the tumulus state of my mind. I though I would lose my sanity very soon. When I was on the verge of the cliff of saneness the rain stopped and the clouds vanished. The stars shown out again, brightly as if they were keeping an eye on everything that came under their purview.

I was able to get up now, but walking came with intense pain searing through my body like a bull charging at a matador. As far as I could run my gaze all that ran up to meet my eye was darkness and barrenness under the canopy of the stars. The monotonous flatness of the land seemed to engulf everything that came in contact with it. The silence of the place had a language of its own, its constant din getting ever stronger with the passing moment. The silence filled up the darkness, chanting the prayer of death and destruction. It swelled within my head till my head could no longer contain it. The silence throbbed in my veins, strangling me till I could not breathe. I started shouting, but it was drowned by silence. I kept yelling till I fell down again, devoid of any senses, for the last time, never to rise again.

Friday, June 03, 2005


Varazdin - Doctors had to be called to separate the bride and the best man after they were caught in the act during a wedding in Croatia.

The couple were trapped together because of a muscle spasm, which was brought on after a friend of the groom walked in on them having sex in the toilets.

Unable to be pulled apart, the couple had to endure a procession of wedding guests who came to see what they had been doing before doctors arrived.

Unable to help, they had to transport the pair on a stretcher to the local hospital, where the bride was given an injection to relax her muscles, allowing the best man to get free.

The wedding party in Varazdin, Croatia, continued after the groom announced the celebrations were to mark his divorce rather than his wedding, reported daily Slobodna Dalmacija. -


In the words of NerdyTM

Systems admin gyaan:

* ps -ef | grep <> is good for detecting malpractice.

* When you realise that your "process" has been detected you should send SIGTERM.

* At the least you should unmount the FAT23 partition quickly to further minimize the damage.

* You should make sure it should not wait for a system call to finish.

* Else an audit comitte will do a post portem before death.

You r0x0r d00d !!!

[Tech] Apple's Newton

"We've all heard of Apple's Newton, the portable handheld device under John Sculley's rule at Apple that debuted to big media attention and much fanfare but never managed to take a strong footing in the marketplace -- only to be "Steve'd" when Mr. RDF killed the project after taking control of Apple. That's the extent of knowledge most of us have with regard to Apple's first handheld device."

more here

Thursday, June 02, 2005

Bunty aur Babli

Went to watch B&B yesterday, and man it was a RIOT :D I thouroughly enjoyed the movie. The setting was totally cool. Lucknow set the right tone to the movie and then they landed up in Kanpur of all places. KANPUR !!!!!!! It was reminiscent of the old times, HBTI, Landmark, Thaggu ke Laddu, and of course the Kanpur railways station. I do not remeber how many nights I would have spent there waiting for the trains I was supposed to board. But apart from all the nostalgia, I found it a really well made timepass movie. It didn't have a heavy loaded message, not was it some cheap pron flick like Nazar. Everything was just ok, and Abhishek did a pretty good job of potraying a UP wale bhaiya :)) Rani was decent. Amitabh's role was also just right. The whole thing fitted well together. Well it was a dream run after all and everything is acceptable, hence :p The only part I disliked was the Ash part, but even she blended into the roal, the brainless bimbo that she is. And Rani Mukherjee in skimpy clothes. She looks better fully clad. Period. And notice I said better not good :p Everything looked so natural [Sidenote: Well natural for me is generally weird ;-)] I would recommend it to anyone who wants to have a nice time and not be too critical of the movie.

My Rating: ****
My Rating after a day of gruelling work: *****

Now, GO WATCH !!!

My utterly cluttered desktop :D

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Goldfishes and the like...

Ok, after the long hiatus here I am :D

So what have I been doing in the past few days. Well I am trying to babysit my cousin's fishes while he is in Delhi... Looking after fishes is no small deal, esp if you do not know whats their feed like. Hmmm, so I ended up giving them much much more food than was required for them. I thought the more they eat the healthier they would become. Alas. As a result of this benevolent feeding the tank got really murky. I came back from work and opened up the cover to give them YET more food and I was aghast to see the condition of the fishes. One was dead already. The others that were alive were at the surface gasping for breath. Looked like a scene out of a Stephen King movie. I felt so much pity for these poor creatures. Really felt strange. *all that emotinal crap*.

[Sidenote: I am really really particular abt not touching slimy things, especially things that look dirty, and more so if they move]

So I was in a fix, I couldn't call the aquarium guy in the middle of the night. The only resort that presented itself was that I get involved in the matter. Hmmm then began frantically looking for buckets. There was no time to spare, every moment was of essence *tries to make it sound melodramatic* Ultimately after 10 mins I could locate 2 buckts, one of which had a crack in them. I put the fishes that were still breathing or trying to breathe into the tub of fresh water, and then I sheepishly removed the dead fish. I didn't know whether the fishes would survive in the cold water or not, i am no Ichthyologist. So I ended up fitting the tub with all kinds of gizmos that adorned the tank, lest the fishes die.

All this was proceeded by the tank cleaning, one of the buckets cracking into two, the fishes ending up in the bath tub.... MAD night, CRAZY !!! One friday night I wouldn't forget ever :D Eventually all the six that were alive at the time the rescue started are still alive, swimming away peacefully :-) Now I know what doctors in the ER room feel like. Well sorta..

Make me aware that there are certain things abt me that I still have to discover. I wouldn't never have imagined that I would actually have anything to do with these fishes. What prompted me? I do not know. But at the end of it I felt peaceful :-)