A bet

The story of a bet..

100 greatest books of all time..

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Modern_Library_100_Best_Novels

date of completion :14 August-2012

If the aforesaid task is not done,will be paying for a treat in leela palace


UllAS


Challanging it da....lets see if TCS lets yu do it,....

Listing:: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Modern_Library_100_Best_Novels
Excpt Ulyssees....

2-way bet: treat in Leela Palace, Banglore

Nisha


BOOK1 :

Animal Farm-George orwell

An anticommunist satire by a great author...

"Bengaloored"

I have an exam this week.And here,i am blogging.I am starting to think that this is not a coincidence.I guess,this urge to pour out my frustrations finds my blog as an ideal channel.Itz been long.Itz been comfortable.I have shifted base to bangalore from cochin.I have realized four years of what i "thought ,i had tried to study" is a complete waste.I have seen arsenal going up the table,finally to the TOP.
I have spent hours in front of a computer monitor,looking blankly at the screen.I have had great fun cribbing with my co-employees.I have this tremendous urge for the weekend to arrive,and this incredible desire to build a time machine which would allow me to fast forward weekdays and rewind weekends again and again and again.I have started "working"...

I have had great fun changing restaurants daily to find out which serves "food" and sadly my pursuit of excellence continues.Excellence here pertains to anything that is edible,cheap and bulky.Finding the combination of three is starting to look impossible.So i have started to become satisified with two.Along with the coveted combo,the search for a laundry service continues.One,which is less than 4 kms away,does not stink,and can preserve the state of my clothes,if not clean them.The pursuit has failed so miserably,that i have had to open my own laundry shop.One which is better in terms of distance,i suppose.I have also had the opportunity to learn that if u put ur clothes for cleaning,and forget about it,and spend the whole weekend away ,ur clothes are bound to stink.Life is good.
I have had to be imprisoned by chains around my neck(fashionably called as ties).I have also had to accept the fact that the art art of tying a knot is an art ,i cannot master.No amount of internet tutorials is gonna help.The only thing i managed to make is something which has no resemblence to any existing knot.Ah well,i will just have to name it.SO i have had to use ready made ties knot by the masters,and i marry myself every single day.But life is good.

life is good.I am getting paid.PERIOD.


PS: I will be back.Sooner rather than later.

Great Day

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.

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..:)

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

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

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