Football's underway. Euro 2004. And I can't see it. *sob*
Tennis is underway. Wimbledon 2004. And I can't see it. *double *sob*.
Damn the TN government for not taking any action to repeal CAS!
Friday, 25 June 2004
Tuesday, 15 June 2004
Yahoo = C !
Hmm, now Yahoo's offering 100 MB storage, with a XP-ish theme. Revamped, improved, etc. Nice.
Vinod just changed his blog template to an 'ultra-simplistic' look..And I'll be following suit, but only in late October, when I'll be in Bombay, and can afford to fool around with the CSS.
Vinod just changed his blog template to an 'ultra-simplistic' look..And I'll be following suit, but only in late October, when I'll be in Bombay, and can afford to fool around with the CSS.
Monday, 14 June 2004
Gah!
College has just begun, and I'm absolutely swamped with work, of all kinds.
Oh yeah, and I'm back from Bombay.
And about twice the size I was when I went there. My existing pants are on the verge of obsolescence!
Oh yeah, and I'm back from Bombay.
And about twice the size I was when I went there. My existing pants are on the verge of obsolescence!
Wednesday, 2 June 2004
Argh! Less than a week!
That's right! Less than 7 days left, before I haul my hiney back to Chennai. It's not fair, getting only a month for a year-end vacation! Wait, I'm not some lazy bum who wants to sit around all day eating and goofing around. No, really. Just let the college not give so many holidays *during* college days. Meaning, keep a 6-day work week, and only give out national holidays. Keep all the local stuff away. And then - massive blowout alert - give 45 days end of year hols! I mean, does this suggestion rock or what?
Sigh..so many things, so little time. I wish someone would invent a machine, or a drug, that would enable a human being to be perfectly fine on 4 hours of sleep a day. Sleep is wonderful, but such a colossal waste of time. I *know* I'd be happier if I could go to sleep 2 hours later and wake up 2 hours earlier. But right now, I can't! And that really gets me down. There's just so much to learn, so much to do. And it's bad enough that I'm nearing 21. Gah! I'm an oldie! Dudes and dudettes, I want to know everything. It may sound slightly (!) unrealistic, but what the hey. I don't ever want to be content with what I know. I want to wet my appendages in all possible fields. I'm fairly drowning in computers, so yeah, some of the things I want to know more about are :-
And that, my friends, is that.
Sigh..so many things, so little time. I wish someone would invent a machine, or a drug, that would enable a human being to be perfectly fine on 4 hours of sleep a day. Sleep is wonderful, but such a colossal waste of time. I *know* I'd be happier if I could go to sleep 2 hours later and wake up 2 hours earlier. But right now, I can't! And that really gets me down. There's just so much to learn, so much to do. And it's bad enough that I'm nearing 21. Gah! I'm an oldie! Dudes and dudettes, I want to know everything. It may sound slightly (!) unrealistic, but what the hey. I don't ever want to be content with what I know. I want to wet my appendages in all possible fields. I'm fairly drowning in computers, so yeah, some of the things I want to know more about are :-
- Chemical Technology (and all associated subfields)
- Economic Theory
- Construction Technology
- Electrical/Electronic fundamentals (thoroughly!)
- Plumbing works (seriously!)
- And much more...
And that, my friends, is that.
Monday, 31 May 2004
*scribble* *scribble*
Well, here I am. Again. Had to write the University Challenge prelims yesterday, at St. Xavier's College in V.T, Mumbai. Period.
Anyways, after that was done, I met Manish and we had a small lunch at McDonald's. Then we wandered around looking for movies to go to, and what do we see? MURDER is playing at New Empire, at 1530, and its only just 1400! And so it was decided. Now how do we kill an hour? Simply by walking down the causeway, and avoiding all the street CD vendors, who really want to sell you cheap B-grade Hindi/Marathi movies packaged on the outside to look like porn. Or cheap B-grade Hindi/Marathi movie songs packaged on the outside to look like a hit MP3 collection. Putting all that behind us, however, I did manage to pick up a copy of The Godfather in pristine condition, for 50 bucks. Why? Because it's a book everyone should have, and read, and keep, and then read again, and finally end up repeating the cycle.
When we did get back to the cinema hall, to buy tickets, we were a bit surprised to see such a large queue for a cheap-thrills flick in its second week. But we did manage to get decent tickets, because it turned out a lot of the crowd was made up of couples wanting rear corner tickets for canoodling.
The movie was actually quite OK. Not great, nor perhaps even good, but for 50 bucks, it was fine. Reema Lamba (aka Mallika Sherawat) was hot, which was predictable enough. And frankly, the only reason people went to watch the movie, me included. Ashmit Patel and Emraan Hashmi just look like druggies in rehab. And for God's sake, will someone *PLEASE* make them get a decent shave? Or do females actually enjoy prickly hair rubbing up against their face, neck, etc, etc? Please, educate me...
But hey, that aside, the movie's steamy. No, make that with a capital 'S'. Steamy. I mean, hello! And watching it was terrific fun too, what with the crowd around us passing lewd comments whenever possible. I mean that! They weren't nasty, and never went overboard. Sample :-
Emraan Hashmi: (screaming) I love you! You have to meet me! I want to see your face everyday!
Crowd smart-alec: What? You were looking at her face??
The movie's typical Mukesh Bhatt-type wannabe-actors and sleaze, and even reminded me of Maya Memsaab at one point, where Mallika Sherawat screams, "This is wrong! Let me go!", and tries to protect her dignity from the roving hands of Emraan Hashmi, but finally ends up getting some nookie in all sorts of places. Geographical locations that is, you sickos. (Bed, terrace of a public building, footsie in a restaurant, sunshade of some building's window, and - the cherry on the cake - in her own house in the presence of her husband, in another room of course)
In short, yeah okay, go ahead, watch it and enjoy. Try to do so for free, though!
Anyways, after that was done, I met Manish and we had a small lunch at McDonald's. Then we wandered around looking for movies to go to, and what do we see? MURDER is playing at New Empire, at 1530, and its only just 1400! And so it was decided. Now how do we kill an hour? Simply by walking down the causeway, and avoiding all the street CD vendors, who really want to sell you cheap B-grade Hindi/Marathi movies packaged on the outside to look like porn. Or cheap B-grade Hindi/Marathi movie songs packaged on the outside to look like a hit MP3 collection. Putting all that behind us, however, I did manage to pick up a copy of The Godfather in pristine condition, for 50 bucks. Why? Because it's a book everyone should have, and read, and keep, and then read again, and finally end up repeating the cycle.
When we did get back to the cinema hall, to buy tickets, we were a bit surprised to see such a large queue for a cheap-thrills flick in its second week. But we did manage to get decent tickets, because it turned out a lot of the crowd was made up of couples wanting rear corner tickets for canoodling.
The movie was actually quite OK. Not great, nor perhaps even good, but for 50 bucks, it was fine. Reema Lamba (aka Mallika Sherawat) was hot, which was predictable enough. And frankly, the only reason people went to watch the movie, me included. Ashmit Patel and Emraan Hashmi just look like druggies in rehab. And for God's sake, will someone *PLEASE* make them get a decent shave? Or do females actually enjoy prickly hair rubbing up against their face, neck, etc, etc? Please, educate me...
But hey, that aside, the movie's steamy. No, make that with a capital 'S'. Steamy. I mean, hello! And watching it was terrific fun too, what with the crowd around us passing lewd comments whenever possible. I mean that! They weren't nasty, and never went overboard. Sample :-
Emraan Hashmi: (screaming) I love you! You have to meet me! I want to see your face everyday!
Crowd smart-alec: What? You were looking at her face??
The movie's typical Mukesh Bhatt-type wannabe-actors and sleaze, and even reminded me of Maya Memsaab at one point, where Mallika Sherawat screams, "This is wrong! Let me go!", and tries to protect her dignity from the roving hands of Emraan Hashmi, but finally ends up getting some nookie in all sorts of places. Geographical locations that is, you sickos. (Bed, terrace of a public building, footsie in a restaurant, sunshade of some building's window, and - the cherry on the cake - in her own house in the presence of her husband, in another room of course)
In short, yeah okay, go ahead, watch it and enjoy. Try to do so for free, though!
Saturday, 29 May 2004
Born to blog?
This might seem weird. What the hell, it *IS* weird. There's a quiz to find out what kind of social software you are.
I am LiveJournal
I know, I know, don't advertise our competitor and all, but Google's cool with everything ;)
Anyways, take the test here.
And, incidentally, visit my LiveJournal here, if you want to see an empty blog. That's right. Bupkes entries. I only got the LJ account, 'cause Ravi was so insistent.
I am LiveJournal
I know, I know, don't advertise our competitor and all, but Google's cool with everything ;)
Anyways, take the test here.
And, incidentally, visit my LiveJournal here, if you want to see an empty blog. That's right. Bupkes entries. I only got the LJ account, 'cause Ravi was so insistent.
Thursday, 27 May 2004
Monday, 24 May 2004
And life goes on
Yep, what the title says. Still vacationing in Bombay, and still enjoying every moment of it. Although there is a downside. All I do all day is eat, sleep, watch T.V and sit at the comp. In an A.C environment.
Okay, okay, don't look so shocked. Yes, it *is* a downside because all that activity (more appropriately, the lack of it) results in me blowing up. Which brings back memories of middle school, when I was fat. And when I say fat, it's an understatement. I mean, I was a blimp. But in high school, I went for cricket coaching and stuff, and became, while not buff, somewhat athletic in my build. But now, here in Bombay, I'm glad that I don't go out too often, as I wouldn't be able to fit into my current set of pants at all, which were selected for my trimmer frame..
But, I wouldn't fear too much. I can still see my feet!
Okay, okay, don't look so shocked. Yes, it *is* a downside because all that activity (more appropriately, the lack of it) results in me blowing up. Which brings back memories of middle school, when I was fat. And when I say fat, it's an understatement. I mean, I was a blimp. But in high school, I went for cricket coaching and stuff, and became, while not buff, somewhat athletic in my build. But now, here in Bombay, I'm glad that I don't go out too often, as I wouldn't be able to fit into my current set of pants at all, which were selected for my trimmer frame..
But, I wouldn't fear too much. I can still see my feet!
Wednesday, 19 May 2004
Alone at last!
Finally, I've got the privacy needed to type out a blog entry! I know, I know. It may seem weird that I need privacy to write a blog that is public in the first place, but yeah, I can't bring myself to type with people peering over my shoulder.
Er..that said, I really don't have much to say..I'm playing Yahoo Pool right now, and getting my ass whipped by some random female. Hmm..could it be because I'm not concentrating on my game, and typing instead? Definitely so!
Er..that said, I really don't have much to say..I'm playing Yahoo Pool right now, and getting my ass whipped by some random female. Hmm..could it be because I'm not concentrating on my game, and typing instead? Definitely so!
Sunday, 16 May 2004
Grrr...
Hmm, too many things are going wrong. Well, not exactly wrong, in fact, more like not my way.
And yup, some time or the other, I will get around to telling.
I'm feeling very profound now, for this time of the night (0045 hrs), so I think I'll stop now, before this gets out of hand...
And yup, some time or the other, I will get around to telling.
I'm feeling very profound now, for this time of the night (0045 hrs), so I think I'll stop now, before this gets out of hand...
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