Finally,!!..the visitor count has finally reached 4 digits.This,my friends is a historic day.
Itz been too bloody long,since i have done anything in the blog.And updating my status,I have got into a job!!..Kinda surprising,considering my total ignorance for anything technical in nature.Ah well,I am part of the tata family,now!!.Joined Tata Consultancy Services.Got my posting in trivandrum.Doing my training now.
Has been a month of firsts.Will have to have another blog for elaborating.Signing out now.Kinda boring blog,but since i am paying by the letter(reliance web world),Stopping.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Cutting Short the English Languagec(FUSS)
How many times have u been in a situation when,during a conversation,the person u r speaking to,suddenly unleashes his vocab skills on u,words that u have never even heard before ,coming into the conversation?.I have been "there" quite a few times.So what do u do?.Nod Along,Try not to betray your ignorance,Smile (do this if u r quite sure that something funny is being told),and try to steer the conversation away from the topic as fast as possible.Steer to a topic that u r comfortable with,and in my case,that would mean football.Trying to steer the conversation,ensure that u don't fall into a deeper puddle of ignorance(For eg,i never steer into a topic remotely related to world war,geography,tamil or telugu movie industry,current affairs,art,psychology,pottery..basically anything that does not involve points,goals, or runs).But in the virtual world,i am this complete encyclopedia (more accurately,en.wikipedia.org).I never shy away from any conversation,be it arts,the korean conflict,or the latest work of salman rushdie.That is the power of the internet
For eg:
A chat session
Mr X: Did u see the latest allu arjun flick
(Me frantically opening the wiki page,typing in "allu arjun".... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allu_Arjun.. Success)
Me: u mean Desamuduru
Mr X: yeah ...grody
(Me cursing myself for not opening the thesaurus tab..long delay)
Me:Sorry man,slow net connection. Yeah,truly abominable.
All is well...
Until FUSS (Frequent usage of shortform syndrome) strikes the session."for" becomes 4,ok becomes 'k'.All this is well and good,since the shortcuts have some kind of resemblance with the original word.I use them too.But things get ugly when shortcuts with no resemblence to any
word come up.This is a situation when i get truly stumped.I become in control no longer.Even wiki cannot help me.
I still remember the first FUSS attack i encountered.I was in the middle of a comfortable conversation when the syndrome hit me."Oh,"BTW",i am still in cochin".The only single word close to the shortform was 'between'.Between in cochin.I laughed out loud(a phrase that would trouble me in the days to come).I blamed it on his keyboard,and let it go.The next time,i blamed it on his very poor knowledge of basic english grammar.The third time,i felt i ought to correct it.
Being a friend,and obviously being "superior" to him in regards to english grammar,like a true ambassador of the language,i said.."Dude,ur grammar sucks,why do u use between in all the wrong places.?".....In reply i got a "LOL"
Only After the 'by the way' disaster did i come to realize that even long 3 line phrases can be converted to 3 letter shortforms.The 'LOL' attack became more and more frequent.I escaped with the help of inumerable smileys in offer.That was my escape route.
Finally after 3-4 sessions i came to the conclusion that it had something to do with jokes,and after a lot of permutation and brain racking,i found success.Little did i realize that this was just the tip of the iceberg.I was to be harassed and embarassed by more FUSS attacks.
I Scaled the LMAO peak ,and is now staring at the big blank wall named ROFL.Since I get this response after a particularly bad joke,i am guessing this to be some extreme form of laughing.Like the guy is trying desperately to be polite.
Some of my guesses include
Running Out For Laughing
Rubbing Ointment for laughing
Rambo of fullscale laughter
Really old fashioned laughter
I am only sure that it ends with laughter or laughing.ROFTL is the truly extreme form,i am guessing.The guy desperately wants to kick my ass for inflicting such a cruel joke on him.But he can't.So he grinds his teeth,and types this.The word does remind me of a sound made by a barking dog which is forced to do so.
Running out for the laughter
Right on for the laughter
Ring on for terrific laughter
Or is it ROTFL?
It is not like,i don't use them at all.But i use them only when i am forced to use them.From this post u may have guessed how jobless i am,so u will definitely not wonder a lot about the battered keyboard.My laptop relatively new is not prone to this kind of battering,but is still holding up.But the keyboard in my pc gave up after a 2 year long memorable stint.And it is not unusual that during that stint,some of the keys just don't listen.I have had to endure chat sessions without using certain alphabets like 'D'(Owe it to FIFA '09 ),'B',etc.Certainly fun.
In fact i sometimes pose challenges to friends to find the letter that is not working.
The problem is not limited to pc keyboards.After my phone fell down for the 398th time,i have started noticing some unusual behavior.For eg ,in its early stages,some keys worked too well.
Once 2 was pressed,i got 20-30 '2's in a stretch.The phone switches off when i press 5.And When i switch off ,the contacts folder is opened.But in the late stages,i have 'a','b','c' and '2' completely off.So i have had to replace 'da' with dudes and dudettes.The phone is still suffering,so don't expect any sms from me with the letters 'a','b' or 'c'.And those people who has a '2' in their mobile number,i wont be contacting u anytime soon.
PS:Long post...refer to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jobless
I did get 'OMG',"WTF',in the first glance though..:)
For eg:
A chat session
Mr X: Did u see the latest allu arjun flick
(Me frantically opening the wiki page,typing in "allu arjun".... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allu_Arjun.. Success)
Me: u mean Desamuduru
Mr X: yeah ...grody
(Me cursing myself for not opening the thesaurus tab..long delay)
Me:Sorry man,slow net connection. Yeah,truly abominable.
All is well...
Until FUSS (Frequent usage of shortform syndrome) strikes the session."for" becomes 4,ok becomes 'k'.All this is well and good,since the shortcuts have some kind of resemblance with the original word.I use them too.But things get ugly when shortcuts with no resemblence to any
word come up.This is a situation when i get truly stumped.I become in control no longer.Even wiki cannot help me.
I still remember the first FUSS attack i encountered.I was in the middle of a comfortable conversation when the syndrome hit me."Oh,"BTW",i am still in cochin".The only single word close to the shortform was 'between'.Between in cochin.I laughed out loud(a phrase that would trouble me in the days to come).I blamed it on his keyboard,and let it go.The next time,i blamed it on his very poor knowledge of basic english grammar.The third time,i felt i ought to correct it.
Being a friend,and obviously being "superior" to him in regards to english grammar,like a true ambassador of the language,i said.."Dude,ur grammar sucks,why do u use between in all the wrong places.?".....In reply i got a "LOL"
Only After the 'by the way' disaster did i come to realize that even long 3 line phrases can be converted to 3 letter shortforms.The 'LOL' attack became more and more frequent.I escaped with the help of inumerable smileys in offer.That was my escape route.
Finally after 3-4 sessions i came to the conclusion that it had something to do with jokes,and after a lot of permutation and brain racking,i found success.Little did i realize that this was just the tip of the iceberg.I was to be harassed and embarassed by more FUSS attacks.
I Scaled the LMAO peak ,and is now staring at the big blank wall named ROFL.Since I get this response after a particularly bad joke,i am guessing this to be some extreme form of laughing.Like the guy is trying desperately to be polite.
Some of my guesses include
Running Out For Laughing
Rubbing Ointment for laughing
Rambo of fullscale laughter
Really old fashioned laughter
I am only sure that it ends with laughter or laughing.ROFTL is the truly extreme form,i am guessing.The guy desperately wants to kick my ass for inflicting such a cruel joke on him.But he can't.So he grinds his teeth,and types this.The word does remind me of a sound made by a barking dog which is forced to do so.
Running out for the laughter
Right on for the laughter
Ring on for terrific laughter
Or is it ROTFL?
It is not like,i don't use them at all.But i use them only when i am forced to use them.From this post u may have guessed how jobless i am,so u will definitely not wonder a lot about the battered keyboard.My laptop relatively new is not prone to this kind of battering,but is still holding up.But the keyboard in my pc gave up after a 2 year long memorable stint.And it is not unusual that during that stint,some of the keys just don't listen.I have had to endure chat sessions without using certain alphabets like 'D'(Owe it to FIFA '09 ),'B',etc.Certainly fun.
In fact i sometimes pose challenges to friends to find the letter that is not working.
The problem is not limited to pc keyboards.After my phone fell down for the 398th time,i have started noticing some unusual behavior.For eg ,in its early stages,some keys worked too well.
Once 2 was pressed,i got 20-30 '2's in a stretch.The phone switches off when i press 5.And When i switch off ,the contacts folder is opened.But in the late stages,i have 'a','b','c' and '2' completely off.So i have had to replace 'da' with dudes and dudettes.The phone is still suffering,so don't expect any sms from me with the letters 'a','b' or 'c'.And those people who has a '2' in their mobile number,i wont be contacting u anytime soon.
PS:Long post...refer to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jobless
I did get 'OMG',"WTF',in the first glance though..:)
Friday, June 12, 2009
An Unforgettable Trip..
Things change.People change.But the urge to do nothing never changes,so after promising to be more regular,i am back after 2 months.Interesting 2 months,during which i became an engineer without fractions attached to my degree,touched foreign soil,shifted base,and went offline for more than a week.After the small matter of semester exams, project presentation and viva voce (which,btw requires a blog in itself),i was back where i started ,doing nothing.Until one fine morning,we decide to leave for foreign shores(In my blog,i sound like a richard branson who travels abroad for fun..but yeah,thatz why blogs are for).In reality,after months of planning,and discussions about "to go" or "not to go",finally signals turned green,and we decided to leave for singapore and malaysia.
So lemme give a very detailed description of what really happened.
I may mix up my tenses,mix up my voices(grammatic ones),mix up the whole tour, pls forgive and forget.Why do i need to write?.Mainly to refresh my memory,to reminisce,and finally because my sony ericsson mobile camera pictures in night mode does not speak a thousand words.If i had a better camera,then yes,i would have gone for the pics and shut up shop the blog.
why,we did not have a digital camera,yes,my fault.That story later.
Apart from serving me as a diary,this blog is targeted at all those friends who still dont believe that i made a trip outside kerala,let alone india.To all my friends,who still don't believe that i have a passport to travel outside.To all those friends who think that i photoshopped my way into singapore(and to all those friends(who really know me) to think that i hired a designing firm to do the work,coz my fotoshop skills are disastrous).To all those dear and wonderful friends i dedicate this (sure to be incredibly boring and lengthy) blog.I will personally make sure that each one of u will read every single letter in the blog.I will take the pains to compose,but i will make sure that u will be bearing much more hardship to complete reading the blog.I intend to blog about every single tea,i've had,even the minute details of the coffee table in my room.I may leave out the important details .Revenge is sweet.
And to all others,if u have nothing better to do,go on.Yeah,well since u could survive till now,u probably have nothing better to do.The only thing,i can promise is that it will be incredibly lengthy.I have my vacations now,and i have nothing better to do.
Signing off .Will be back really soon with the trip blog.
PS:I swear
So lemme give a very detailed description of what really happened.
I may mix up my tenses,mix up my voices(grammatic ones),mix up the whole tour, pls forgive and forget.Why do i need to write?.Mainly to refresh my memory,to reminisce,and finally because my sony ericsson mobile camera pictures in night mode does not speak a thousand words.If i had a better camera,then yes,i would have gone for the pics and shut up shop the blog.
why,we did not have a digital camera,yes,my fault.That story later.
Apart from serving me as a diary,this blog is targeted at all those friends who still dont believe that i made a trip outside kerala,let alone india.To all my friends,who still don't believe that i have a passport to travel outside.To all those friends who think that i photoshopped my way into singapore(and to all those friends(who really know me) to think that i hired a designing firm to do the work,coz my fotoshop skills are disastrous).To all those dear and wonderful friends i dedicate this (sure to be incredibly boring and lengthy) blog.I will personally make sure that each one of u will read every single letter in the blog.I will take the pains to compose,but i will make sure that u will be bearing much more hardship to complete reading the blog.I intend to blog about every single tea,i've had,even the minute details of the coffee table in my room.I may leave out the important details .Revenge is sweet.
And to all others,if u have nothing better to do,go on.Yeah,well since u could survive till now,u probably have nothing better to do.The only thing,i can promise is that it will be incredibly lengthy.I have my vacations now,and i have nothing better to do.
Signing off .Will be back really soon with the trip blog.
PS:I swear
Thursday, April 23, 2009
A Day at the Dentist's
A Bad teeth is really the worst kind of disease.One,u don't get "sympathy" frowns or "u will be all right" head tilts,both of them being reserved for diseases that have weird spellings.Tooth Ache...After all,itz just teeth,that white plastic like thing,u could have a fake one made easily, if u lose it.Two,u won't be able to do ur favourite thing in the whole world,eating ,without screaming obscenities.Three,u have to visit the dentists.Dentists don't get the respect they deserve.They are labelled as people who could'nt get into medical college.(Engineers being those (1)who couldn't get into any college,and (2) don't have a minute idea about their real tastes).
But they deserve a lot of respect.There are very few people who have not visited a dentist ever.But this number is considerably large,when u consider perhaps a doctor with 5-6 degrees to his name,and super duper speciality qualification.Few have diseases serious enough to visit him.Plus,Dentists rake in a lot of cash.Haggling with a dentist about money is very dangerous thing to do.You have no idea what hez doing inside ur mouth.So he may do his thing,and u may start noticing teeth falling out,until finally u r forced to go to the aforesaid dentist,and forced to pay exorbitant amounts for little pieces of white plastic.So,never haggle with a dentist.This leaves the dentist with enormous amounts of power.He could charge u for something that u do everyday(brushing),and force u to cough up thousands.That is power..
So it is with a lot of trepidation , fear and respect,that i stepped onto the brightly lit clinic.The pretty receptionist smiled at me.I could sense her thoughts."Poor guy,Smiling will be beyond ur capabilities within an hour.u'd be screaming".
Stiffling my fears,i went to the waiting room.Another thing i've noticed about a clinic,is that they make u wait,in their fancy waiting room,even if the doctor is utterly jobless.Are they trying to carm nerves with the cooling,and the huge LCD tv?.I don't think the LCD tv calms anyone's nerves,especially when the health channel is on,and the anchor is warning about possible brain tumour as the cause of ur headache.
Whenever,i have an appointment at the dentist's i make sure that i don't buy that month's issue of any magazine.The stacked up magazines in the waiting room are there waiting to be read.Sometimes,if itz crowded,all the gud magazines maybe gone,and u maybe stuck with the "1000 ways to reduce ur weight",but u read it.Anything to pass time.And in the waiting room,observing the other patients is also very interesting.Some patients have lots to talk,when they cannot talk(mouths filled with dentist water).Suddenly they find the need to express their feelings,and use their arms ,legs,and facial expressions to great effect.The listeners just nod on wondering "Why NOW!!".Some have mobile fones stuck to their ears.One of them was illuminating the intricacies of the root canal treatment loudly."They pluck ur nerves,deaden it,build a plastic canal by drilling through the gums".I sensed many worried faces suddenly.A twelve something year old started to leave,and was strapped back to his chair by his mom.
Finally,when u get ur chance in the chair,and the dentist fills ur mouth with some liquid,many questions arise.When do i spit?.Where should i spit?.What would happen if i swallow some?.Will i Die?.When u try to sit up to spit,the MAN pushes a button,and ur back where u started.It gets worse.Some dentists try to make small talk."Hey,so which college are u from." "Glug..Glochin Glunversity of Glug..ence Glugh nology..".Damn i should have used the abbreviation Cusat.After the treatment,i am redirected to the receptionist who provides me with the details of my next sitting,charges money for that one hour of pain.I promptly cough up.
She smiles at me again.I feebly try to smile back.
Inspite of all this,the LCD flat screen ,the huge stack of magazines ,centrally air conditioned rooms,and the pretty receptionist,somehow make the trip to the clinic enjoyable.I hope i get my teeth knocked out!!..And no,to all those "Dedicated" friends,i don't need ur help.I can get it done myself.
PS:I am expecting a lot of "how to knock one's teeth down" suggestions.lol
But they deserve a lot of respect.There are very few people who have not visited a dentist ever.But this number is considerably large,when u consider perhaps a doctor with 5-6 degrees to his name,and super duper speciality qualification.Few have diseases serious enough to visit him.Plus,Dentists rake in a lot of cash.Haggling with a dentist about money is very dangerous thing to do.You have no idea what hez doing inside ur mouth.So he may do his thing,and u may start noticing teeth falling out,until finally u r forced to go to the aforesaid dentist,and forced to pay exorbitant amounts for little pieces of white plastic.So,never haggle with a dentist.This leaves the dentist with enormous amounts of power.He could charge u for something that u do everyday(brushing),and force u to cough up thousands.That is power..
So it is with a lot of trepidation , fear and respect,that i stepped onto the brightly lit clinic.The pretty receptionist smiled at me.I could sense her thoughts."Poor guy,Smiling will be beyond ur capabilities within an hour.u'd be screaming".
Stiffling my fears,i went to the waiting room.Another thing i've noticed about a clinic,is that they make u wait,in their fancy waiting room,even if the doctor is utterly jobless.Are they trying to carm nerves with the cooling,and the huge LCD tv?.I don't think the LCD tv calms anyone's nerves,especially when the health channel is on,and the anchor is warning about possible brain tumour as the cause of ur headache.
Whenever,i have an appointment at the dentist's i make sure that i don't buy that month's issue of any magazine.The stacked up magazines in the waiting room are there waiting to be read.Sometimes,if itz crowded,all the gud magazines maybe gone,and u maybe stuck with the "1000 ways to reduce ur weight",but u read it.Anything to pass time.And in the waiting room,observing the other patients is also very interesting.Some patients have lots to talk,when they cannot talk(mouths filled with dentist water).Suddenly they find the need to express their feelings,and use their arms ,legs,and facial expressions to great effect.The listeners just nod on wondering "Why NOW!!".Some have mobile fones stuck to their ears.One of them was illuminating the intricacies of the root canal treatment loudly."They pluck ur nerves,deaden it,build a plastic canal by drilling through the gums".I sensed many worried faces suddenly.A twelve something year old started to leave,and was strapped back to his chair by his mom.
Finally,when u get ur chance in the chair,and the dentist fills ur mouth with some liquid,many questions arise.When do i spit?.Where should i spit?.What would happen if i swallow some?.Will i Die?.When u try to sit up to spit,the MAN pushes a button,and ur back where u started.It gets worse.Some dentists try to make small talk."Hey,so which college are u from." "Glug..Glochin Glunversity of Glug..ence Glugh nology..".Damn i should have used the abbreviation Cusat.After the treatment,i am redirected to the receptionist who provides me with the details of my next sitting,charges money for that one hour of pain.I promptly cough up.
She smiles at me again.I feebly try to smile back.
Inspite of all this,the LCD flat screen ,the huge stack of magazines ,centrally air conditioned rooms,and the pretty receptionist,somehow make the trip to the clinic enjoyable.I hope i get my teeth knocked out!!..And no,to all those "Dedicated" friends,i don't need ur help.I can get it done myself.
PS:I am expecting a lot of "how to knock one's teeth down" suggestions.lol
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Ramblings of a six legged soul
Dear Diary,
Itz been a really tough month for me.First,the responsibility for bringing blood to the whole family was suddenly thrust upon me after my brother's accident.Adding to this misery,our enemies have armed themselves with bigger and faster weapons.Yes,i have had special commando training,and yes we could proudly claim to be major force in the city,but personally i just hate my life,and my field of work.
I can still recall those glorious times..times when we had free access to blood,i mean lots..Times when human beings still thought of us as " just irritating".But now we are branded "villians".Doors are locked on us.I can still remember the times when humans were so damn lazy,that they delegated the responsiblity of protection to lesser "weird smelling" objects.The smell made us uncomfortable,for sure..but with adequate protective gear,we were quite alright.But now we are being taken seriously,VERY seriously indeed.
My life personally took a rotten turn,since that blasted machine "the Bat" was invented.My brother was one of it's first victims,but not it's last by a long way.Humans adore the new machine.They showcase their racquet brandishing skills for their pleasure.Even Roger federer would have been mighty pleased by some of the "backhands" in show every evening in a cochin houshold.They adore the crackling sound made by the machine,when a fellow brother falls victim to that "beast".
Humans are cruel..I particularly remember the tragic demise of my dear friend.Caught in the bat,wings being torn by the electricity,all we prayed for was a quick death.But instead,this huge guy took my friend out,and for satiating his sadistic humour,pins him onto a sheet of paper with a cellotape,making him die slowly.Is this what they call "human"ity?.We take a single drop of blood,and they take our lives.Is this a fair deal?.Adolf hitler was cruel,but my friend,an exchange trainee from germany, after his cochin experience says that the people here are worse.
I have got to get back to work.Gotta start preparing for my presentation."Killer Bats:Ways to neutralize them".
Signed
A Depressed Soul
PS:If u thought we had it tough,time to think again
Itz been a really tough month for me.First,the responsibility for bringing blood to the whole family was suddenly thrust upon me after my brother's accident.Adding to this misery,our enemies have armed themselves with bigger and faster weapons.Yes,i have had special commando training,and yes we could proudly claim to be major force in the city,but personally i just hate my life,and my field of work.
I can still recall those glorious times..times when we had free access to blood,i mean lots..Times when human beings still thought of us as " just irritating".But now we are branded "villians".Doors are locked on us.I can still remember the times when humans were so damn lazy,that they delegated the responsiblity of protection to lesser "weird smelling" objects.The smell made us uncomfortable,for sure..but with adequate protective gear,we were quite alright.But now we are being taken seriously,VERY seriously indeed.
My life personally took a rotten turn,since that blasted machine "the Bat" was invented.My brother was one of it's first victims,but not it's last by a long way.Humans adore the new machine.They showcase their racquet brandishing skills for their pleasure.Even Roger federer would have been mighty pleased by some of the "backhands" in show every evening in a cochin houshold.They adore the crackling sound made by the machine,when a fellow brother falls victim to that "beast".
Humans are cruel..I particularly remember the tragic demise of my dear friend.Caught in the bat,wings being torn by the electricity,all we prayed for was a quick death.But instead,this huge guy took my friend out,and for satiating his sadistic humour,pins him onto a sheet of paper with a cellotape,making him die slowly.Is this what they call "human"ity?.We take a single drop of blood,and they take our lives.Is this a fair deal?.Adolf hitler was cruel,but my friend,an exchange trainee from germany, after his cochin experience says that the people here are worse.
I have got to get back to work.Gotta start preparing for my presentation."Killer Bats:Ways to neutralize them".
Signed
A Depressed Soul
PS:If u thought we had it tough,time to think again
Friday, February 27, 2009
Delhi 6..
You absolutely love certain movies.You abhor certain movies(i can distinctly remember a certain tamil blockbuster ).And in rare cases,you don't actually "get" movies.Delhi -6 was one such movie.I had this feeling that i knew our national language quite well.This feeling was quashed into pulp after the 3 hours of the movie.
Lemme sum up the movie..Myself ,sreeni,and sanju(an ardent hindi movie "buff"oon,his knowledge of bollywood can be compared to varun's knowledge of hollywood (Quoting.."Who the hell is this brad pitt"),decided to go for a movie(not withstanding our busy schedule of watching movies in the PC).sreeni knew "mera naam sreeni hain",myself "shukriya" and sanju..ah well sanju..yeah he was clueless.And with this limited knowledge of hindi words,we went for Delhi-6.We were excited at first(u know with the cast,and the RDB fame),by the end of the first half,enthralled by the music,the sets,but the movie had not yet "started".At the end of the second half,again enjoyed the music,but the movie had still not "started".So the three of us,pretended to enjoy the movie,had a real nice chat about how deeply the movie affected us,the great message of the movie,how moving it was...but this is what we really thought after the movie
Sreeni .."WOW,sanju and ullas really knows hindi,huh!!"
Ullas.."..hmmm..shukriya..hmmmm"
Sanju.."Abhishek had his glasses on for 1395 s,scratched his face 6 times..i am really good at statistics.."
Some salient features in the film:
Abhishek bachan definitely had conjunctivitis.How else could u explain the dark goggles morning,day and night?
Sonam kapoor looked ravishing,and was one of the main reasons behind the 3 of us not sleeping on our seats
Monkey man was the hero of the movie..
There were 7 news channels,and 85 reporters dedicated to monkey man
Monkey man rocks!!..
So all in all,we "enjoyed" the movie,but we dint really get the movie.The symbolism was over the top.Also how did an NRI man who could only speak in english at the beginning of the movie come up with lengthy monologues in flawless matching "shyari"s ,we are never going to find out!!..
PS: Hope to be a more regular blogger..Bear with me,if i do become a regular blogger
Lemme sum up the movie..Myself ,sreeni,and sanju(an ardent hindi movie "buff"oon,his knowledge of bollywood can be compared to varun's knowledge of hollywood (Quoting.."Who the hell is this brad pitt"),decided to go for a movie(not withstanding our busy schedule of watching movies in the PC).sreeni knew "mera naam sreeni hain",myself "shukriya" and sanju..ah well sanju..yeah he was clueless.And with this limited knowledge of hindi words,we went for Delhi-6.We were excited at first(u know with the cast,and the RDB fame),by the end of the first half,enthralled by the music,the sets,but the movie had not yet "started".At the end of the second half,again enjoyed the music,but the movie had still not "started".So the three of us,pretended to enjoy the movie,had a real nice chat about how deeply the movie affected us,the great message of the movie,how moving it was...but this is what we really thought after the movie
Sreeni .."WOW,sanju and ullas really knows hindi,huh!!"
Ullas.."..hmmm..shukriya..hmmmm"
Sanju.."Abhishek had his glasses on for 1395 s,scratched his face 6 times..i am really good at statistics.."
Some salient features in the film:
Abhishek bachan definitely had conjunctivitis.How else could u explain the dark goggles morning,day and night?
Sonam kapoor looked ravishing,and was one of the main reasons behind the 3 of us not sleeping on our seats
Monkey man was the hero of the movie..
There were 7 news channels,and 85 reporters dedicated to monkey man
Monkey man rocks!!..
So all in all,we "enjoyed" the movie,but we dint really get the movie.The symbolism was over the top.Also how did an NRI man who could only speak in english at the beginning of the movie come up with lengthy monologues in flawless matching "shyari"s ,we are never going to find out!!..
PS: Hope to be a more regular blogger..Bear with me,if i do become a regular blogger
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
'Project'ing thoughts
Itz been long...With the tough schedule in class,and the highly "demanding" project schedule,i have been incredibly busy.By tough schedule in class,i mean the challenging sessions of cows and bulls,and the new hot game,hollywood(more popularly known as hangman).And by "demanding" project schedule,i mean more cows and bulls,more hollywood,and more trips..
This post is dedicated to my project team.Lemme begin by introducing the characters
THE GUIDE :
With 5 rooms spread across 15 km's ,a car,and a scooter,with responsibilities ranging from hostel warden to h.o.d,to college principal,he happens to be the busiest guy in a 100 km radius of kalamassery.Inspite of having 2 wagon r's in the team,we hardly catch him.But i have to add,the man knows his stuff,and really does give proper guidance when he is visible.
The Members:
Ryan Fernandez: He calls himself the statistical analyst and planner in the team.He has no idea what it means,neither do we.He has his life based on GMT(Greenwich Mean Time),sleeps like there is no tomorrow,too lazy to move from one bed to the other.
Varun V:We call him the communication head.With four sims in his purse,another in his bag,lots of free calls,and his general acceptance that he will die of brain tumour due to radiation waves,he makes all the calls to the guide.
Unni : The only responsible member in the team.He eggs on everyone else,but falls asleep himself.
Yours Truly: Blogs about the project,instead of doing it.
After a month of the project being allotted here are the reactions from my teammates
Unni :"Shouldn't we start preparing the abstract?"
Varun:"Did we get any project alloted?"
Ryan :"Am I in your project group?"
So with this lot of 4 extraordinarily lazy guys,how a project is going to be completed,god knows....Lets hope for the best
This post is dedicated to my project team.Lemme begin by introducing the characters
THE GUIDE :
With 5 rooms spread across 15 km's ,a car,and a scooter,with responsibilities ranging from hostel warden to h.o.d,to college principal,he happens to be the busiest guy in a 100 km radius of kalamassery.Inspite of having 2 wagon r's in the team,we hardly catch him.But i have to add,the man knows his stuff,and really does give proper guidance when he is visible.
The Members:
Ryan Fernandez: He calls himself the statistical analyst and planner in the team.He has no idea what it means,neither do we.He has his life based on GMT(Greenwich Mean Time),sleeps like there is no tomorrow,too lazy to move from one bed to the other.
Varun V:We call him the communication head.With four sims in his purse,another in his bag,lots of free calls,and his general acceptance that he will die of brain tumour due to radiation waves,he makes all the calls to the guide.
Unni : The only responsible member in the team.He eggs on everyone else,but falls asleep himself.
Yours Truly: Blogs about the project,instead of doing it.
After a month of the project being allotted here are the reactions from my teammates
Unni :"Shouldn't we start preparing the abstract?"
Varun:"Did we get any project alloted?"
Ryan :"Am I in your project group?"
So with this lot of 4 extraordinarily lazy guys,how a project is going to be completed,god knows....Lets hope for the best
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