I'm a teetotaller and just can't stand drunks. People who know me well enough are aware of this fact. One of my close friends who came to Bangalore in search of a job (& has so far been unsuccessful, thanks to his lethargy) has fallen into the bad habit of getting drunk very regularly. This, at a stage when he should be voraciously scouring the job market. Each time I quiz him about his sojourns (to the bar...which I don't mention!), he comes up with a ready-made alibi that'll hardly look authentic. At least he's ashamed enough to lie!
It vexes me no end to see people getting perverted by the relative dazzle of Bangalore. Really, are personal integrity and conviction dispensable?
How often do u come across silly mails asking u to forward them to all your contacts? Well, I've had enough of this nonsense and decided to do something about it. But what could I do? Lecturing on net etiquettes would be totally futile. The only option I had was to resort to a backfiring...& I didn't spare it.
So what did the erring mail say? It was a plea by a 7 yr old girl begging for the mail to be forwarded since the Make a Wish Foundation had promised to donate 7 cents for each forwarded mail towards her treatment (she was supposedly ailing from cancer) !
The following was my retaliation (REPLY ALL):
I too have a wish: that at least IT professionals have enough brainwaves not to fall for such mails.
How will MAKE a WISH FOUNDATION come to know how many times this mail has been forwarded? Have they invented a new email protocol that defies all logic? And anyway, if MWF had enough money to spare, would it resort to using such cheap gimmicks? Doesn't it stink of the beli…
Neeraj Singh was our class distractor. Skinny and sharp, he meant trouble wherever he went. Full of zest, he was one of the guys who would constantly irritate and amuse me. I still blame him for nicknaming me Deepika!
He called me up just a few mins ago. It's certainly more than 10 years since we spoke to each...& how wonderful it felt! School friends always have a very special place in my heart, and Neeraj surely qualifies as one of the most memorable guys I've ever met!
It's bigger and the seats are better cushioned. But the cabin seat is aligned parallel to the aisle and the back seat is sans windows! So I can't opt for either of the terminal ends of the bus. So sad!
With nowhere to go, I'm left in the middle...literally. The heavenly conspiracy shows up yet again!
It's not even 36 hrs since we got a Net connection @ home...and I've spent a substantial part of this period in downloading some developer tools.
Any self-respecting techie would have surely tried Firefox at some point in time. I've been using it since it gained prominence, and never bothered to look back.
Last evening was dedicated to creating multiple user profiles, and hacking my profile to an extent that would make it impossible for tyros to handle. Look at how Spartan the toolbar has become. The navigation buttons are all gone! And it's still possible for me to surf with absolute ease. Well, the interface could be made more scant. In fact, it's possible to make all traces of the browser disappear from the screen!
Addendum: I've just removed the status bar, integrating the progress bar with the address bar. It's like gradually stripping a hottie!
My nominal brainwaves are being increasingly exhausted in things job-related. While I needn't gripe about it...perhaps I should. Is this the way I'm supposed to live the rest of my life, with no time for introspection or afterthought? Things have gotta change. I intend to use my weekends more productively from now on. No procrastinating...I've done enough of it!
Pune is going to be the country's first Wi-Fi enabled information technology city.
...expected to be commissioned in a year's time, would offer Wi-Fi connectivity to approximately a 400 sq km area, including Pune city, Pimpri-Chinchwad and information technology pockets such as Hinjewadi.
...available data showed that Pune had the largest Internet-user base in the country.
I dedicate an entire day trying to demystify Tomcat...and this is how it treats me! It's really frustrating. I haven't even had time to come up with decent posts over the past few days! I hope to come up with something this Saturday.
Had a solitary Vada Pav in the office for a staggering Rs.10. Reminded me of simpler times when I would dig into this local delicacy during my Pune days. The cheapest ones would cost Rs.2, while the most expensive ones were worth no more than Rs.3.50 apiece.
I miss those days. Sameera must be enjoying himself in my sacred city. Damn that fellow? Why should he have all the luck?
Can you see sharp? I can't...and I hope neither can you. After all, why should the world have slipped out of focus for me but not for you? I ardently believe in a world of equality, a world where everyone has lost focus. It's not that I'm blind, because I can see very well how most people still enjoy the privileges of not being bespectacled...and it pains me to the core. Injustice and nepotism reign supreme. If you don't have a crystal clear vision or the right contacts, rest assured you will be framed.
But my vision wasn't always this bad (-0.75, -0.75). Ophthalmologists say that within a few weeks after birth, a baby is able to focus on the tip of his nose...and I guess I was no exception when I condescended the world with my birth. I had an unhindered vision for a long period before the world around me began slipping out of favor with my sight.
Perversions are the signature of adolescence. I began yearning for glasses as I thought they would make me look more inte…
The official photographer @ the convocation failed to snap my photo! But that needn't have got me depressed, many others met the same fate. So when grilled, the fellow promised to deliver a CD each to all the unfortunates containing the promised snaps.
The promise has been kept...but only partly. The CD was delivered to me last evening, but it didn't contain my snap. Instead it contained a poor-quality video of the entire ceremony. To make matters worse, the camera was placed so awkwardly, it just caught the backs of the recipients as they received their nominal degrees!
All this boils down to there being no pictorial evidence of me ever having received the degree from the VC.
Yeah, things have been changing in here and I can hardly keep pace! So enervated and weighed down was I that I had to bunk office yesterday! I'm way behind schedule and there's hardly any time to catch-up.
I've also been heavily procrastinating on posting the Convocation Day account. It's the last thing on my mind right now!
I'll be very busy this week and making major posts will not be possible. I already have 3 posts on my mind...but time just won't do justice to them. Wait for a few days!
BTW, last Friday was absolutely horrendous. Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. It was also the first time I missed the cabin seat in the shuttle on both the trips! I could have written an entire essay...but time's the culprit!
I didn't switch off my PC while leaving office yesterday. It was a first. I find desktop indexing very irritating each time my machine is booted since both Microsoft and Google Desktop search are installed on my machine. They jostle for indexing and consequently make my machine almost unusable for over an hour. Abstraction of desktop indexing is not really a good idea since it should be the OS's job.
Microsoft Windows Vista will come with desktop search embedded right into the system. This is expected to make indexing a lot less obtrusive, something already flaunted by the Mac OS.
The actress of yesterday is the actor of today. Likewise, the poetess has become the poet. The authoress has become the author.
Now, while I'm all for women's liberation, aren't we carrying things too far? What's so liberal about spilling the gender war on to the literary arena? Ambiguity on paper hardly translates to equality in real life.
I no longer receive emailsI no longer receive commentsI no longer receive phone callsI no longer receive SMSes I no longer read booksI no longer read magazinesI no longer watch TVI no longer go to the moviesI never boozeI never partyI never smokeI never flirt Gosh, am I even alive?
Cauliflowers have virtually had a monopoly in our kitchen ever since Santosh started cooking. So 2 cauliflowers have been consumed in 5 dinner treats, and I'm loving every moment of it especially since it's my favorite vegetable!
But tonight's menu is expected to be different and I'm just hoping it'll be as great as it has been thus far.
Santosh's keyboard went bust and the poor chap was left with a computer that just wasn't receptive to his keystrokes!
I showed him how to use the on-screen keyboard (Microsoft has thought of all eventualities!) and, to my surprise, he used his new found two-dimentional companion to try some programming! Well, maybe Microsoft didn't think of that!
I've added so many extensions to my Mozilla Firefox browser, it's literally unrecognizable! It's amazing how modular a browser can be, allowing users to fit-in only those pieces that they need to help fine-tune it. All the things I could have hoped for in a browser are available via extensions. My only gripe is that the industry still builds sites keeping only IE in mind. Thankfully, the archaic mindset is changing. Even Yahoo! Videos are now Firefox compliant.
Addendum: I've just learnt that tabbed-browsing in Firefox supports drag-&-drop! Let's see IE doing that!
I had used my credit card over-the-Net on a previous occasion. I used it once again today...but over-the-counter for the very first time! How many people have treaded this unconventional trajectory? So what did I buy? 3 books, including 1 for Santosh.
We had a fashion show organized in our cafeteria. Some old pals from the other facility also showed up and it was great to meet them after so long an abeyance. Especially agog was Nilotpal and it was only due to him that I stayed back after work to enjoy the show. Actually, I wouldn't even be aware of it had he not informed me!
The crowd went wild and the whole place looked like a college with overzealous students! The life, the rumpus, the music, the ramp...well, I relished them all! And the participating babes looked hot, VERY hot! I must have fallen in love with at least half-a-dozen of them, although two in particular grabbed by attention real well! One was dusky and had a figure to die for. The other one was sheer grace and beauty.
I didn't stay there to witness the entire show. After spending sufficient time, I returned to my bay and surfed the Net till it was time to call it a day.
Though the human mind is amazingly inventive and innovative, it often falters in its ingenuity and creates things that are utterly worthless. One such contraption I'm forces to romance each day at work is the paper hand towel dispenser. The towels could have been simply placed on a tray or rack. Instead, a stack of towels is placed within a weird looking box that has only a tiny slit at its lower end through which we are expected to pull them out! What an utterly wasteful thing to do! The nuances of reaching for the slit at the bottom, poking my fingers in and pulling a towel are such that I can't help thinking of something else that's not mentionable here!
The little morsels of adventure that still stray into my life generally do so when I'm shuttling between home & office, thanks to me generally finding my way into the driver's cabin. I'm treated to being a spectator to all that happens between the driver and his sidekick.
Our driver is a guy who spends half his driving time looking ahead through the windshield & the other half instructing his sidekick and communicating with our transport department via the wireless system. The running commentary between the two sides is spirited and...thankfully enough, in a language (Kannada) I don't understand. I guess I'll never know what the two sides keep blabbering about, but it has surely aroused my curiosity. I'm sure even NASA astronauts don't receive such a barrage of navigational tips from Houston!
The sidekick came in 3 versions since I began taking this daily shuttle. The first two aren't worth a mention, but the latest guy (a teenager) is rather weir…
I had planned to start cooking (mainstream) from tonight. However, that wasn't to happen. First, I got cash-stripped on my way back home. Then when I reached home, I saw there was no electricity in the vicinity. Anyway, I headed for the supermarket little suspecting that there too would be a problem. The generator was broke and candlelight wasn't really all that helpful. Querying for cooking oil, I was guided to a spot that contained the item. Shuffling through the brands was an impossible task though. The manager helped me with his electric torch! That's it, I thought. I 'm not desperate enough to continue this way. Excusing myself, I left for my abode.