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January 24, 2005


wishlist

desert eagle
swiss champ XXLT
SE p910i
ulysses
BT Headset for my P800
iPod [ 60 GB plz ]
DVDs of any movie that has a 7.9+ on imdb
sunglasses
Blank CDs/DVDs [ Any no.s Any brand ]
Wingman Rumblepad

January 19, 2005


Religion is Poison

Gone are the days when every harry and his dog were
sensible.Now to the point.Anyone who commutes by
road in Bangalore could not have missed those huge
hoardings [ thanks to our ever-clogged roads you can
read 100 words/ft/sec ] announcing the arrival of this
person Benny Hinn.
Who's this Benny Hinn? Apart from being a self-proclaimed
messiah,he is also supposed to have powers to contact your
dead grandfather.Oh ya if he can be a necromancer why cant
he contact God himself ?.Of course he can.Click here here and
here. The last link is very enlightening and humorous.
Whole of Bangalore is taking a giant step backward in promoting
phonies like this chap.Beleive me no one in this world [ am not an
aetheist ] has miraculous powers of healing.Then there wouldnt
be a field called science.We live in the electronic age where
people are striving to improve the life of others.
We have great doctors and scientists who have developed cures
for many diseases.Should we now revert back to black magic and
superstition?? Should we trust with our lives this person who is
known to have committed innumerable number of frauds just
for the sake of cheating the gullible and making a fast buck?
Definitely not! However the government of Karnataka has fallen in
to the trap of Benny hinn by the lure of his millions of dollars. They
are actively supporting and siding with his bunch of crooks and
quacks who say they can cure AIDS, cancer, arthritis by the touch
of their hands!!!! Rationalists and Medical community around the
world has not found single provable case of faith healing! We
need to rid our country of such malaise not encourage it.

January 18, 2005


If

If i were a bird,i would fly
If i were a fox,i'd be sly
If i were a good man,
i would talk to u
more often than i do.

If i were a clown,i'd make you laugh
If i had a gun,I would start a war
If i go insane,
please dont put your
wires in my brain.

If i were alone,i would cry
If i were with you,i'd be home and dry
If i were u,
i would take the love
i'm giving to u.

January 11, 2005


waiting in vain

take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
the haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
with all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
let me forget about today until tomorrow.


reality

Every now and then when am forced to go out to
enjoy mother nature,the sight of crystal clear
springs,trees dancing in the wind,the birds make
me utter two words.. "great graphics".And looking
at a sunset makes me contemplate if god used a 64-bit
palette to acheive such gradients.seriously,there must
be a overclocked Voodoo-3 installed on reality.And this
reminds me of a sig.The only problem with reality is the
lack of background music.I would love to have Quentin
Tarantino or Guy Ritchie piece out the music for my
unreal cubicle life.


worry

Not that i love to worry, but when i do i dont like to
be interrupted.when i really worry about something ,I
don't just fool around. I even have to go to the bathroom
when I worry about something. Only, I don't go.I'm too
worried to go. I don't want to interrupt my worrying to go.
And i dont like to share it too.Its my worry and mine alone.
howz it that all morons hate it when you call them a moron?

January 10, 2005


nomenclature

You may call me Terry, you may call me Timmy,
You may call me Bobby, you may call me Zimmy,
You may call me R.J., you may call me Ray,
You may call me anything -- Dylan

"Avi: Should I call you Bullet? Tooth?
Bullet Tooth Tony: You can call me Susan if it makes you happy."
-- Snatch

January 09, 2005


QT

Superman stands alone. Superman did not become Superman, Superman was born Superman. When Superman wakes up in the morning, he is Superman. His alter ego is Clark Kent. His outfit with the big red S is the blanket he was wrapped in as a baby when the Kents found him. Those are his clothes. What Kent wears, the glasses the business suit, that's the costume. That's the costume Superman wears to blend in with us. Clark Kent is how Superman views us. And what are the characteristics of Clark Kent? He's weak, unsure of himself... he's a coward. Clark Kent is Superman's critique on the whole human race.


honey,i shrunk the kids !

kids

January 07, 2005


wap post

probably the most ambitious thing i wanted worked if u r seeing this message.posted to blogger via wap and xml-rpc from my smartphone.nothing for u here... move on.


weekend

The magic word that pumps blood to my arteries now.Yay.. have to wait 604800 secs for the next weekend.. :-( but who cares.. got 216000 secs before i get robotic again.. and oh.. got just 120 secs for my cab...

"It's a dog eat dog world, lads, and I got bigger teeth than you."


Yeh jo des hai tera

Cops told to seize computers return only with monitors, stapling pirated floppies together or arresting CEOs for their customer's crimes sound familiar?





The great divide !




Ironically in the Taj Mahal of outsourcing,law keepers are still poignantly comic enforcers and interpreters of cyberlaws.

January 06, 2005


dynamic_logic

Mr.Pratap Singh filled up two entire whiteboards and quite a lot of the wall next to the whiteboards [using his sleeves as dustor] proving that if you have a light switch, and the light was off, and you flip the switch, the light will then be on.

And yea as an assignment, we had to prove the converse: i.e if the light was off, and it's on now, prove that you flipped it.


Green is the color

Heavy hung the canopy of blue
Shade my eyes and I can see you
White is the light that shines through the dress that you wore
She lay in the shadow of the wave
Hazy were the visions of her playing
Sunlight on her eyes but moonshine beat her blind everytime
Green is the colour of her kind
Quickness of the eye deceives the mind
Many is the bond between the hopefull and the damned