Friday, September 30, 2005
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Gotta edit my postal address for communication with HDFC Bank.
Gotta apply for a Pan Card.
Gotta get my eyes checked and buy a new frame & glasses.
Gotta foot my phone bill and home rent.
Gotta consume multi-vitamin tablets everyday.
Gotta buy some bedsheets.
Gotta get my jeans altered.
Gotta plan my taxes.
Gotta track my expense report.
Gotta get rid of SAP ASAP.
Gotta apply for a passport yet again.
Gotta get back into the reading habit.
Gotta think about life.
Gotta recall the other backlogs that I just can't seem to remember...
Office antics reigned supreme. Once again, Artes informed all & sundry to resend their time and expense sheets via their executable file. We were at our wit's end in trying to figure out how to configure the damned thing. My desktop didn't even have Outlook configured. Getting stumped (like so many other folks), I sought the help of a seasoned employee who readily agreed. Clara and I had to fill the expense stats too.
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Miles was hated by many for trying to experiment too much with Jazz. What he produced in his overenthusiasm was often too funky and not Jazz at all, some might say. Indeed, I found some of his later compositions absolutely revolting. Miles felt the pinch of his detractors and never really forgave them.
Nevertheless, no one can deny the lasting impression he left on Jazz. Miles was a legend by the time he breathed his last in 1991. So famous was he that even the ultra conservative Doordarshan reported it! I remember being immensely saddened by it.
Yuck! How did this happen? I'll put an end to this humbug once and for all. But if not IT then what? I'm short of ideas. It's impossible to come up with something everyday that's not menial.
Seriously, I'll have to cut down on my trivial musings.
Well, it was nice to hear Sameera.
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Hyperoffice practically had to reinvent itself to survive. However, the old charm is lost.
I was so addicted to it that everynight I would visit a cybercafe and surf the Net only via Desktop.com. I was proud of flaunting my 'environment' to all and sundry. However, the dotcom bust had just began and I got to know of something called 'revenue model', something entirely alien to my beloved site! Suddenly, it became an endangered species and I began to count its days.
Sure enough, the dreadful day did come. It was the 24th of December, 2000. BTW, the dotcom bust had obliterated so many sites in its wake that at least one special site named F**kedcompany.com came into being just to help speculate the downfall of other sites. Desktop.com did find a mention there. Their witty observation about it (something to the effect of Desktop employees closing shop for an early Christmas!) was lacerative. Hey, most scientists ridicule the Steady State theory. I take heart in that!
What's doubly irritating is that he often takes the key (instead of leaving it with Manilal & gang) and still returns late, knowing full well that I would be stranded outside. I've lost count of the number of times he has done it. To make matters worse, I can't find any hint of remorse when he comes back, even thought his act has just left me stranded outside my room for more than 3 hrs at a stretch.
He has taken a fancy for something, that I'm certain of. But what is it? When quizzed, he refuses to delve and the enigma thickens! I just hope he doesn't lose sight of what he has come here to accomplish. Let's hope it isn't too late before he comes to his senses.
Monday, September 26, 2005
Friday, September 23, 2005
There we go again! Gotta do those motions.
IE acts cranky on my machine & I've once again had to download the very reliable Firefox 1.5 (Beta). Works flawlessly. I've lost count of the number of times Firefox has come to my rescue.
The fan in my PC seems to be turbo charged. It's more noisy than the exhause of a steam engine! Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata (played via Yahoo! Music) sounds like some helpless bird caught in the midst of a hurricane!
Herbie Hancock & Charley Pride will be the next additions to my collection.
The battle for your desktop is hotting up. While I've traditionally been a Yahoo! fanatic (except for its mail & blogging services), Google seems to have scored over it with the new & improved Desktop Seach Version 2. Version 1 was supposed to be very sloppy, rudimentary & unimpressive.
Yahoo!, on the other hand, has played a low profile in trumpeting its Desktop Search features in its own inimitable style. Why it downplays its own strengths is beyond me. I had tried it during its initial days on Ashwini's PC sometime in May...and was deeply impressed. It searched thru more file types than Google and was supposed to be more complete and usable.
I've just downloaded Google Desktop Search on my office desktop.
Let's not forget MSN Desktop Seach. The Microsoft guys have been unfairly drummed each time someone comes up with a nifty tool. Microsoft, unlike others, is burdened with roping in a lot of additional bag-&-baggage each time it tries to come up with a product. Modularity is not an option it enjoys too often. However, in its overzealousness, it ends up pushing all its makings on to the face of the user. MSN Desktop Search is a case in point.
Well, to the victor goes the spoils!
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Reminds me of the a similar courstship between Yahoo! and Flickr.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
I've consciously tried to avoid alluding to our group in my blog because the lowly activities that burden it hardly merit a mention. The said group is inundated with people less worthy than a sack of potatoes. However, the recent spate of events has compelled me to break my silence.
One of the brighter members of our group (who obviously is of the perverted type) has been having a whale of a time sending spurious mails of the utmost dispeakable type through the ids of innocent members. While this had happened in the past, the full-time job that he seems to be doing at it has set alarm bells ringing.
Some bright sparks seem to be so overtly concerned about the names of others being maligned that they have suggested the group be closed for good. However, they don't have the heart to voluntarily unsubscribe themselves! Typical hypocrisy we Indians are so famous for!
Well, I'm not in favor of the will of a few being forcefully shoved down the throat of other members. People volunteer to join the group...& they have the right to leave it if they so desire. No compulsions imposed. If people use their discretion to create the group, they must once again use their own sweet will to obliterate it. It's really upto the members to decide the fate of our group. The moderators are only instruments to that facilitation & nothing more.
I'm pained to see the affected people play into the hands of the culprit by jumping to conclusions without an iota of proof. Suspicion alone is enough to merit conviction, it seems. People who could have been the best of friends are left on opposite sides of an ever-widening rift, thanks to paranoia reigning supreme! They are taking sides based on whims & fancies, not intelligent judgment. Most folks lack an independence of thought. They ride either on a wave of hysteria or on the brainwaves of the select few who have the capacity to think. But while friendship is a great asset, should it be allowed to corrupt our minds when being judgmental?
I'm pained to see the schemes of the perpetrator(s) working with such flawless precision. I'm pained to see them shed such poor light on their own mindsets. I'm pained because others have not risen to the occasion to defeat their designs.
I've also been time & again subject to tuitions on the virtues of democracy & freedom of speech. Point taken. However, democracy would work fine only in a civilized society & not on a pack of hounds! We moderators have time & again given in to public outcry whenever posts were moderated. But what lesson did we learn each time? Keeping the hounds on a tight leash is probably the only solution!
I've been so overwhelmed by messages from far & wide that I've had to shut off my phone to buy me some peace of mind after Friday's harrowing experience. I'm really not bothered about the course our group takes. Let Nature decide on a fitting treatment.
Monday, September 19, 2005
Friday, September 16, 2005
Santosh was supposed to meet me at The Forum on Friday evening, as we were to go shopping to Big Bazaar. I've learnt the hard way that he seldom keeps his word, & this time was no exception. I reached The Forum only to be phoned by him & told that he wouldn't be able to make it. Great! Luckily, my instruments of fighting boredom, Sittu & Prateek, were there. I decided to buy 2 Tchaikovsky CDs (Symphonies #5 &6).
What's strange about the autos at The Forum or anywhere in its vicinity is that they seldom agree to ply to JP Nagar. It's some sort of colonial discrimination I guess! I decided to walk my way to Dairy Circle & try my luck there to catch an auto.
Everything was going according to plan. There's a desolate patch next to Christ College near Dairy Circle. Though the traffic is thick, pedestrians are a rarity. As I was walking through the locality, two young goons who must have been in their early 20s launched a sudden assault on me. A hard kick on my face left me profusely bleeding from my nose. Let me elaborate.
One of the guys approached me stealthily from the back & veering towards my right kicked me real hard on my face. For a moment, I didn't know what hit me! Gradually coming to my senses but still feeling dizzy, I realized what was happening around me. I was too dazed to register the exact train of events that followed but the robbers couldn't escape with my mobile, purse or bag as I gave them a fightback as best I could. However, I lost my glasses & a few other things in the scuffle. I can recall frantically calling for help...but to no avail. I remember finally managing to stop an auto that took me home.
My blood had stained my shirt, mobile & mobile pouch. I realized that my glasses were missing only when I reached home. My mouth hurts & my lower lip is swollen. I sleep disoriented. It's hard for me to eat & even smiling can't be taken beyond a stretch.
But why did the ruffians take such a drastic and bloody step? Why did they rough me up so brutally? While it's hard to defeat the intense urge to curse & hate them, it isn't hard to reason their action. Abject poverty and utter desperation may have primarily been responsible for steering them towards the darker avenues of making a living. Perhaps they were stripped of a fair opportunity to seek a better means of livelihood & I can only empathize with them.
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Yahoo on Wednesday will begin testing a sleeker version of its free e-mail service, shifting to a more dynamic design that mimics the look and feel of a computer desktop application like Microsoft Corp.'s Outlook.
Oddpost will finally make an impression on Yahoo! Mail.
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Little did I know that the road to ephemeral fame but no fortune lay just ahead. I came across this do-it-yourself article on making paper frogs. I considered these articles very girlie; but since I had nothing better to do, I decided to kill some time by learning the trick. It was a piece of cake. You simply had to begin with a square sheet of paper and with a series of crafty folds gradually transform in into something that had an uncanny but far-fetched resemblance with toads rather than frogs!
Opportunity knocked a few days later for me to showcase my talent (if at all I had any!). Our teacher was absent...and was substituted by another which in effect gave us a free-period. We would have infinitely preferred the full blown version of a free period ( no substitute teacher). Since that was not an option, we had to make do with whatever little we had at our disposal. It was plain boring, if you will! Then came the brainwave. I suddenly hit upon the idea of 'reproducing' the paper frog. Out came a notebook (they were useless anyway!). I tore a page, trimmed it into a square shape and went thru my motions of transforming it into a 'frog', as my partner looked on with renewed interest. Before long, my resplendent creations stood solitarily on my desk, complete with a butt that worked remarkably like a springboard. Press its butt, release it suddenly and see it 'leapfrog' like its biological counterpart. My partner (I can't recall his/her identity) took a fancy for my nifty little creation, and to my utter amazement, begged me to teach him how to create a 'frog' of his own. I was only too glad to comply, little knowing that I was embarking on a path that would one day threaten to assume epidemic proportions. Soon the requests started pouring in from far-and-wide (OK, that's an exaggeration) .
The frog culture was all set to spread like wild fire! Our free period ended, the requests simply refused to subside. Everyone having the knowhow treated it like a proprietary technology,and simply refused to part with it.But since I could never say no to anyone ( an idiosyncrasy and lives to this day), I had to comply. Before long, I was no longer the recluse I had been until then. People would hand around me to learn a trick or two. My name was mentioned in the intellectual circles. People tried their own innovations with the otherwise drabbed shape, but nothing seemed to add and extra edge to it. In the end, it was the classic shape that reigned supreme.Some people went further by coloring their frogs green. Others tried adding a pair of eyes transfixed on the anterior and dorsal side, which unfortunately made them look hideous and almost intimidating. Others with a technical bend of mind were more interested in the functionality and tried to reinforce the prostrate with thick paper. The butt heavy frogs could indeed spring very far, though most thought the additional effort simply wasn't worth it. Uncannily, most frog developed a personality of their own.Some were small but could leap a great deal forward, while others could leap high up almost over the moon. My frogs were an embarrassment to me, the founding father of our frog culture. They would leap way up,do a neat somersault and finally land on their back!
Being imaginative, I touted this as a feature instead of a bug. Most of my friends seemed to fall for that. Newspaper frogs were the cutest. Though they were almost entirely worthless on account of being flacid,they did provide ornamental meaning to our creations. Some were rather peculiar. They would jump perfectly and land on all fours, but only two inches back.
Then came the wave of zealous competition. People started pitting their creations against each other. All innovations that could be made would be made. The classroom floor became out favorite racing ground. Conspiracies were hatched and egos were smashed. Those who were victorious would be on cloud nine, while the losers were ready to avenge their humiliation in the next round. No effort was spared in inflicting the deepest laceration on the challenger's pride. But the poor frogs took a beating. They were so heavily overworked to satiate their masters' ego that some simply refused to 'work' anymore and went limp. The prostrates told a pitiable tale, as their ferocious masters kept working on their hinds. Such impotent frogs were quickly deemed useless and ostracized to the wastepaper bin, only to be replaced by a leaner and meaner sibling, until they too met the same fate. The bin was soon flooding with frogs with heavily soiled and toiled butts.
Soon a whole army of frogs came readymade from home, to serve the purpose of replacing each predecessor which attained martyrdom on our makeshift racetracks. There seemed to be an endless supply of frogs ready to be ferreted out from the schoolbag at the slightest provocation. The competition now assumed an almost clinical discipline. Impromptu rules and guidelines were setup and strictly adhered to, mini seances were held to appease the invisible forces and all cosmic connections summoned. I suspect there were even figmented pom-pom girls to pep up the crowd.
Some who misjudges the level of professionalism infused into these competitions were inevitably caught off-guard. When frogs were in shorter supply, no source of paper was spared. Drawingbooks were our favorite hunting ground. Consequently,they started shedding weight at an alarming rate. The paper was thick and most pages were virgins. If new pages were not found, the used pages weren't spared. Frogs thus made looked like colorful billboards hopping all over the floor. If drawingbooks weren't available, notebooks were next in line to face the axe. Though only unused pages were torn (used pages were still considered sacrosanct), there was a malady. The other ends of the torn pages began to come loose and that's how precious notes were often lost.Since free periods were a rarity, lunch breaks would be our favorite period to conduct the races. We learnt to gobble up our meals in record time and spend whatever remained of the break to conduct races. Some were so addicted that they couldn't resist the temptation of waiting until lunch. They hopped their frogs on the desks, stealthily from the teachers. Some overenthused frogs leaped way too much, made cameo appearance for the oblivious teacher before dissapearing. When quizzed on who was the inventor, all fingers pointed at me. I felt like Edison inventing the light bulb!
I can't recall how the frog culture came to an end. I guess all good things must.
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Each time I reach my destination & check my mobile, I get a long list of missed calls, mostly from unknown numbers. One of these could have been a wrong number from a very pretty lady. Maybe I could have engaged her in an interesting conversation. Maybe she would conclude that it was destiny that was bringing us together. Maybe she would be so charmed, she would readily agree to a rendezvous with me in a hotel. Maybe it would be love @ first sight for us. Maybe our romance would take us places. Maybe her dad would be a paranoid business tycoon who wouldn't approve of our camaraderie.
Maybe she would transfer all her funds into my account as proof of her unending love for me. Maybe we would elope to Europe to escape her father's wrath. Maybe my daring deeds would finally ring a bell & he would be reminded of how rebellious he himself was not too long ago. Maybe in me he would find a reflection of himself back in time. Maybe he would have a change of heart and approve of our courtship. Maybe he would be so enamored by my towering personality that he would gift me with a villa in Beverly Hills. Maybe I would finally marry the lady who had brought me all this good luck!
But why would Bangalore's biodegradable citizens let me have all of this? If they had a heart, wouldn't they drive vehicles that were less noisy?
Damn you, Bangaloreans!
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Monday, September 05, 2005
Sunday, September 04, 2005
In My Time is a neo-classical album. Very soft & sentimental. I remember listening to it on my very last night in N-22.
Dare To Dream was perhaps the fisrt cassette I had bought in Pune. Simply loved it.
Saturday, September 03, 2005
Crossing a river in a boat
Nilotpal & Vaibhav
Nothing out of the ordinary about the way I remained a mute spectator! However, I relished the trip. The experience, however, left me thoroughly enervated. Sunday was used in rejuvenating myself.
Friday, September 02, 2005
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I generally dislike Wagner. However, I heard a piece by him today and it was sublime and breathtakingly beautiful.
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