Thursday, December 11, 2008

Most Comical


Do you believe this in your most insane mind? have a look at this picture.. not the SRK, the legal notice below. Since India doesnt have any anti spamming law, an Indian company follows US law!!!!? Does that mean an Indian company can follow any country's law that suits its needs?

Friday, November 28, 2008

Kudos to them

But little uncomfortable with the interview on the background of gunshots. Is the interview really needed when it is still not over?

I want you to take a look at : Terrorists aware of Taj lay out: Marine commandos

Monday, November 10, 2008

Nordic resilience?

I am in Oslo for the past two weeks and…. Oslo is similar to any contemporary European port city and…. its quite costly, given the limited(miserly :( ) daily allowance from my employer, I had to be very careful not to burn my wallet. The high cost of living in Oslo may be due to the landscape of the country. Being a northern Scandinavian country, I should have thought about this early, atleast my employer should have. Surprisingly the Europeans have thought of this, and my European counterparts have a higher daily allowance for cities like Oslo and Paris. Well, that could raise another question, and I do not want to raise an issue here. Otherwise, Oslo is a really an international city, and I found a little natives living here. I got a chance to visit one of numerous museums, in fact Oslo can be called a city of museums, FRAM museum, that holds the ship that had had made a longitudinal cross country of earth, reaching both north pole and the south pole. Earlier I wasn’t that interested, since I have a bad taste for museums. I had really contemplated the thought of writing a travelogue, hence I had thought of giving a photographic tour of the museum.



IF you know something or anything about Ronald Amundsen, you might have studied in your fourth grade, you may have something interesting here. The FRAM is a hardy ship built in 1800s, handled by two great explorers, Nansen and Ronald Amundsen. The two explorers are Norwegians, particularly Oslovites. What impressed me is the majesty of the ship.

Friday, October 24, 2008

The Transsiberian

Just happened to watch the sundance 2008 release "Transsiberian". The movie moves along the longest train route in the world, the transsiberian railway, from vladivostok in the east to the Moscow in the west. Much hyped to have some hitchcock touch, the film was worth a watch, esp. on a sleepless night. After all, I was used to the idea that snow(I am talking about real white snow, with all due love to my snow) is joy being in chennai, but this film gave me an idea, how cold and brutal a winter could be. Imagine being always in snow, clad with triple wound doubly knit sweaters, seeing faces as white as the snow itself, fighting off frostbite.... Chennai would be heaven even though the sun gets me tanned every summer :). Well, the story is about a young(hope so) couple whose marital life is on a bad patch, deciding to give a last push to make things better. So, they decide to go on a transiberian journey to Moscow,after their humanitarian misison in Beijing.

As you might have guessed, the story goes around the journey. The couple were joined by another couple, and a little KANK(Kabhi Alvida Na Kehana) going on for a while, except that the heroine kills the Italian seducer, when he tries to rape her luring her into an abandoned church. Then she learns about the Italian as Drug trafficker, who and his girlfriend were on pursuit by the corrupt police(Ben Kingsley). After that it's american guy, american girl escapade bravado from villains....
It is crap to compare this to Hitchcockish, though it has its own sharp turns. The movie keeps you always on the edge of the seat, even though you know what'd happen. This may be due to the location, ( a laid back lithuanian snow forest), which gives additional creepy touch to the cinematography(kudos to whoever did that). Some interesting dialogues by Ben Kingsley, who was not used completely, such a versatile actor...

"There are two kinds of people in Russia, one who fly up in private jets, another who go down in coffins"

"We have a saying in Russia: You can always go forward with a lie, but you can never go back."


p.s: This movie was released against the "The Dark Knight", may be that could be the reason why it didn't get through well.

rating: 7/10

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Earworms

My wife looked at me like I am a some kinda plesocratanian, when I hummed this song



18th time, this day. Puzzled at my own behavior, got this word from google. earworms???
Some songs you hear, and you'll be unable to forget them for a quite a long time, start humming them umpteen times that your girl friend kicks you out of bed. Nicely said.. Earworms... the last time I heard this song was two weeks back... my list of earworms inlcude even the commercial of saravana stores. I pity Sophia......

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Desire, fried, flat rice crepes, Papad, fried rice and lentil fritters

That is the literal translation of "Aasai, Dosai, Appala vadai"from Tamil to English, courtesy Krishashok.... Man, this one literally ripped out my stomach off laughters... Hats off man... But one thing... You missed those "Aiing", infront of those words.. May be you didn't get some in English for those.... :)

Monday, September 29, 2008

7 reasons why you won't get a raise this year!! I've got my 3

An interesting article was forwarded by a colleague of mine about some 7 reasons why you won't get a raise this year. Pretty interesting reasons, the blames were mainly on the concerned person, and his inability to act at the right time, like threatening his boss with other job offers with higer perks. One more intersting thing is that there was only one reason out of seven that blames the employee directly - " make yourself valueable to the company". I've got my 3... :)

Sunday, September 28, 2008

To be sensible or sensitive: Driving in Chennai

After a long time I was scrolling through the communities I have joined in orkut. There was a community started by a colleague of mine( ofcourse with intuitive ideas of mine), named "Good Citizen". Pretty interesting topic related to Driving and I wrote them... I couldn't believe it...May be all drivers in chennai need to read this, esp. indicab night ghosts with yellow number plates

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Never Let any Westerner

I knew it would happen... that Minneapolis Guy who attended my wedding reception had wriiten a blog about indian wedding, quoting me...$!@*$^, thanks a lot uncle Bosco :). One thing I noticed, his language was simple,despite his long long suffixes... it could be one of those priesthood virtues....


Indian Wedding Ceremony-noted by Prof.Edward Ulrich,Ph.D,USA

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Perambalur-Feb 2008

I spent the first two weeks following the departure of my students finishing up everything involving the course and resting from the experience. Following this, my first main destination was Kulittalai, a village near Trichinopoly where Abhishiktananda had founded a monastery. On the way to Kulittalai we stopped at Perambalur, the hometown of Bosco’s wife, Amali. There we attended a wedding of one of her relatives. This was the first time I had attended an Indian wedding ceremony and I was very happy to have been included in this three day event.

The first day was a gathering of extended family at the groom’s family home. There I spent many long hours sitting with the family. I knew very few of the people, but Tamils love foreigners and the environment was so different from America that it was fun to be present. One difference in the environment was that extremely loud music was played on speakers outside the home both day and night. Indians are very proud of marriage, and the music announced to the village the good fortune settling on the family.

The wedding ceremony was Roman Catholic, so I was startled to find out that the second day consisted of Hindu-based rituals in the home. However, I was learning, as I had been learning for years, never to be surprised in India. These rituals involved of arrangements of food and flowers, and anointing the bridegroom with sandalwood paste and the red kumkum powder. Although learning not to be surprised, I was startled again on the same day, for I learned that the wedding service would be held at 6:30 am on Monday morning! A wedding early in the morning on a Monday? That seemed perverse to me; Monday mornings are a miserable time for Americans, celebration is the last thing on our minds then.

Many of the celebrations were held in the local Kalyana Mandapam or “Wedding Hall.” These mandapams, used by Hindus, Muslims, and Christians, are huge, square buildings decorated with brightly colored lights. The lights attract one’s attention from a long distance, announcing the joy of the families. In traditional Indian weddings the bride and bridegroom are regarded as a prince and princess. Indeed, at the mandapam Deepak and Sophia looked very regal, Deepak in a dark suit and Sophia in a brilliant red sari and bedecked from head to foot with jewelry. The faces of the couple were very solemn, and bold drumming served as a continual backdrop.

At the mandapam the couple had to spend long hours greeting the throngs of family and friends who come to visit. The women wore saris with deep, beautiful colors, while the men wore white dhotis and light colored Western dress shirts. Whenever a family elder greeted the couple they would, in a rapid and fluid manner, immediately drop to their feet in prostration. The sight of this young, fancily dressed couple dropping so quickly in prostration before the frail body of an elder, dressed simply in white, was stirring. Further, the very loud drumming magnified the both the joy and solemnity, making it seem as though a royal couple from ancient times was holding court. Also, the reader may be aware that a common Indian greeting is to join the palms in prayer before someone. Though religious in nature, when I saw this greeting given by the groom in his suit and with the drumming as a backdrop, the gesture seemed very worldly and masculine, a manly gesture of fellowship.

I was struck by how well the western suit and tie on the groom looked with the sari on the bride. Traditional Indian clothing accentuates differences in manners and appearance between men and women, and the difference in clothing between Deepak and Sophia, which was a difference of Western vs. Indian clothing, accentuated the difference between genders. The long, straight, and box-like nature of the suit contrasted with the broad, loose, and flowing bride’s garment. Also, the dark color of the suit highlighted the woman’s bright red sari. The hair of the bride was tightly bound back. Normally I associate long, flowing hair with beauty, for one can appreciate the shape and texture of the hair as a part of the overall appearance. However, having the hair tied back accentuated the beauty of the face, which included high cheekbones and dark, sparkling eyes.

Saturday, August 02, 2008

Who said a Doctor shouldn't wear a kurta on his duty time!! The doctor who treated me for my 100 degrees wore a kurta, amicable, but not his shot at my butt... one interesting aspect.... The relatively smaller clinic at the NGO colony road was opened by the governor of Tamilnadu????!!!!!

Friday, August 01, 2008

A Joker's movie

Miller... This is not what you wrote... This is meant to be Comics, a children's turnpage.. And to Christopher Nolan, You couldn't have wanted to do this, turning a comics into a chaotically brilliant movie... The handover from the comics to the big screen was emphatic, yet this is batman movie right? where is the fun?

I dont think that the Batman movie would ever be fun to watch, take your family to the hall. Just happened to watch The Dark Knight.. A psychotic performance from Heath Ledger, well to say the truth, it's even better than brokeback mountain. If you are expecting the Story here, Sorry pal, Hit the Broadway... Its more fun there... If you happen to watch it in DVD, turn the subtitle off and try to watch the movie rather than read those pathetic subtitle, you'd miss the best part of Heath Ledger.
Well, the movie has Alfred, tha batman's butler, and the Fox(Morgan freeman, what a waste!!!), and Harvey Dent.....

Christian Bale does it well as Bruce wayne and his alter-ego vigilante, Batman. Kudos, great work dude...
Heath Ledger, up in heaven/hell, what are you planning upto... Ledger has portrayed the Insanity_is_the _start_of_Joker so psychotically, it nearly seemed he enjoyed every bit of that role. Should have been so hard to relive the chaotic, brilliant, intelligent, has one's own twisted logic that people, so called civilized, are as sick as he is in dire situations, yet he done it perfectly well. The batman doesn't need any acting skills, leave him to his gizmos and gadgets. It is the personification of the Joker, that needs tremendous effort to characterize the character.
Other than that, the Christopher Nolan has taken the movie to another level, so different from a typical comics_to_bigscreen. Good visual effects, Briiliantly choreographed action, well the movie was not exactly the one I thought to be.
Some thought provoking/interesting quotes from the movie......


You'll see, I'll show you, that when the chips are down, these uh... civilized people, they'll eat each other.

The only sensible way to live in this world is without rules!

See, I'm not a monster...I'm just ahead of the curve

See, I'm a man of simple tastes. I like dynamite...and gunpowder...and gasoline! Do you know what all of these things have in common? They're cheap!

Can you avenge evil and not become it?

Monday, July 07, 2008

Oh! Rafa! Rafa!



There was sigh! There was agony! There was pain! The Endurance was unending!. Atlast Federer might have thought "Let's give this boy some respite". Yes, Rafel Nadal, affectionately called as "Rafa", became the new King of the Centre Court at Wimbledon. It was a perfect finish, The match had all the drama and tennis at its finesse, even Borg was there to witness the epic battle between the Emperor and the Gladiator.
It was a heartstopping classic. Look at the results 6-4, 6-4, 6-7 (5-7), 6-7 (8-10), 9-7, with the match starting at 2:30 Pm and ending at 9:30 pm, with the weather god interrupting twice to give the fans something to catch their breath.
At the start Rafa was my Favourite. He started immediately by forcing Federer to his backhand, so he could not get near the nets. Such was the sting and the precision of Rafa's looping forehand that Feddie has to stay back and the first set was claimed by Rafa. The next 48minutes, Rafa claimed another... I thought "man.. History is near...Rafa, come on, hang on for one more set". But the weather gods were enjoying this match too, that they wanted this match to extend a little. There was a little break, if it wasn't for rain, the course of the match would have been a little different, and the world would have missed such an epic that'd be remembered forever in the minds of the fans. The rain might have given fresh insight into the minds of Feddie...
The King started claiming his Domain. Federer's counter-attack was immediate and it rushed him into a three-game lead in the third set which he extended to an apparently commanding 4-1 with his sixth and seventh aces, only for the irrepressible Nadal to bounce back with some thrilling, all-action stuff. To Federer's visible anger, his serve was broken as a stretched volley flew out of play and Nadal pulled level at 4-4 as Federer squandered yet another break point.

Now Nadal was in full, thrilling flow, breaking Federer again to lead 5-4 with another huge forehand and celebrating with pumped fists. As he was serving for the second set, Nadal received a warning from umpire Pascal Maria of France for taking too long between serves.

Clearly unsettled by the timing of that censure, the Spaniard permitted Federer another break point on a wind-caused error, but in typical fashion dug deep and clinched the set when Federer once more mistimed a backhand into the netting. So, having swept five games, Nadal was in the driving set, two sets ahead.
Nadal's authority suffered a scare in the third game of the third set when he slipped in making a sudden change of direction and called in the trainer to check on his right knee. No time-out was requested by Nadal, though his speed around court appeared to be affected for a while.
He was at full stretch in the next game, fighting off two Federer break points and, as dark clouds began to mass over Centre Court, the champion went flat out to recover a set and get back into the match. But four more break points went begging as Nadal held for 3-3 before wasting three break points of his own which would have put him 4-3 ahead and perfectly positioned to win.

Instead, with Federer leading 5-4, the expected downpour set in and play was held up for one hour 20 minutes. On the resumption it was Federer who dominated when a tie-break was needed to resolve the set, hammering four aces to take it by seven points to five.

The fourth set did not contain a single break point for either man and when the second tie-break of the match arrived it was a sensation, with Nadal first leading by five points to two and then reaching, and missing, two Championship points before Federer levelled at two sets all when a Nadal backhand error left him the winner by 10 points to eight.

Another downpour drove the players off court for half an hour with the score at 2-2 in the final set and when they returned the light was fading. But the spirit of both finalists burned bright as they hammered the ball at each other just as eagerly as they had done when this marathon first began.

At 3-4 Nadal saved a break point which would have left Federer serving for the title. At 6-6 Federer saved a couple of break points. Finally, in the gloom, the Spaniard broke to lead 8-7 when Federer struck a forehand too long.

So Nadal served for the match again, getting to his third Championship point only for Federer to hit an incredible backhand service return. Deuce once again, but Nadal moved to his fourth match point with a big serve and, with the crowd going wild, Federer finally cracked, dumping a forehand in the net.
It was late, very late, but not too late for the coronation of a new king to begin.

Monday, June 16, 2008

Bryan Adams and Corrs on my Anniversary

The day is 16th june, and suddenly I remembered this is the day when I lost all my hilarity in my life. I couldn't stay asleep over this blissful late morning, I knew I'd be under trmendous pressure to finish what has been assigned to me this day. yes, I'm happy, proud, sad (Imagine you are hearing gregorian chant as BGM) to say that this is my anniversary. Hope my girl doesn't read this. Wait, dont be so happy, my inner non-conformist( or naradar or cho or ..) says.. You have to buy her a gift!.. so started I contemplating what she might have in her audacious, labyrinth'acious, cannot-be satisified'acious, every'acious ( in this od forbidden English language) mind. Suddenly I remembered her calling me Mumble, as I was once out of my stable mind trying to do all funniest things (like mimicking Mumble's Tap dancing) to make her happy, so I thought of buying her a real Emperor Penguin, except that I'd be in prison for the cause of PETA, so I had to rule that out. So, a dummy would do. What a great Idea man, you've made it, you almost saved half of your think-what-to-present day. As I was not an expert in getting gifts, I google'd soft toys+penguin+chennai shops. There was one interesting blog by a guy named krish ashok, who was also in the same state ( poor us guys) for the valentine!... After reading his blog about all the non creativity, and stuff, I had to admit I dropped gift-buying-strategem. So bye bye soft toy. So, let me write some poems and present her.... so I created my first poem by googling ( It is a common accepted fact that googling is creativity) Bryan Adams+love songs... All I could end up was the ones I faked as my own when I was in my high trying to woo her.... that's be dancgerous to send the same again... I remembered a Corrs song, what can I do to Make you love me". May be I could use my creativity tweaking that song and send it to her... That'd be dangerous too, she knew every word the corrs have pronounced right from their childhood.... So, I am googling now, to find atleast the rudimentary version of some sort of poem... May be I should tweak our National anthem

Jana Gana mananthaal, unai naan manapaen
illayeal maranathai manapaen...
punjabi sindh gujarati marati
ithanai irunthum unnai en mananthaen.

sounds great man... you're almost there.. comeon

Saturday, May 31, 2008

A PIG-IN-A-POKE

Vow, the AC repair man almost conned me with a crappy remote control. Hadn't been for this assistant of him, an angel sent from God, who almost betrayed his master, by having an unconvincing look, which told me the whole story. And it would have been another born-loser-story and a nasty look from my wife.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

61 books

61 books and an average time of 8 hrs per book.... 500 hrs spent on reading books, hmmm the only achievement in my otherwise well bored life... any way I must thank shelfari, I never realized I've read so much...

Friday, May 16, 2008

01:16 AM Friday

Are these nendhiram chips tasty? why would anyone munch these yellowish, sticky-in-the-mouth coconut smelling chips? Why dont you think this is a gimmick played by those mallus to sell off their excess... think man... lots of coconut oil.. you are already obese...
Am I an emotional eater.... well this reminds me of an article in NXG of yesterday's hindu about emotional eating... for god's sake why should I choose this nendhiram chips to drain out my drearing emptiness in me.. Isn't it ironic? or meaningless... drain out my emptiness in me :) where would you drain your emptiness.. instead fill up your belly with nendhiram chips.... anyway both are same... I realise Im hungry now... but the pastaish noodles i ate last night makes my stomach growl... why shouldn't I be an UMTS tester? they are offering me this... get it... decide... you know you cheated on them(i think this is my conscience speaking).. anyhow I proved them... got to meet my mom this weekend...interviews?..... Aaah... F*** those interviews.. im tired of attending interviews... getting selected.. then going into a state of zombie.. atlast rejecting the offer... what the F*** do you want in this world? money? girls? cars?...... that f****** idiot didnt call me... I have to get the car only when he comes here... nobody is perfect... this prison break drives me crazy... cant this deathmule integrate all the episodes into one? :) he ain't the director.. im sleepy but dont wanna sleep... I dont wanna write about the issue btw me and my girl... why wont these girls be like men? hmmm G B shaw helps... brain and beauty dont go along eh!......
why wont my brain go blank and remember nothing... is there any quick formatting of brains cells?... yes there is... get married... no no this is not the solution.. when you get married... your brain becomes beautiful... it stores in cache all the sweetest memoirs of your life.... so they'll pop every often reminding you miss them a lot...

Dont be a tee totaller like me...that is very bad... drink.... drink to your mind's content... get your brain some rest... what!? am i writin this for someone? is this a some kinda advice? i dont like advice... its like quentin tarantino movie.... is he a psycho or what? if he is, then so are all in this benevolent green globe... lemme finish my remaining nendhiram chips and then zombie

give me peace

longer the night, greater the peace in mind... i dont want days... only nights.... Dont wanna think....dont wanna go to office.... dont wanna see my idiot box.... I really want a break.... please someone give me some salvation...