This blog is dying.. *cough* *Splutter* *gag*
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Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Making Blogging Easier
Reading Blogs can be made simpler (albeit their length will be the same :P ) by using blog feeds. The orange icons up on the address bar can be used to recieve notices on whenever a blog is updated.
For this, you need to get hold of a feed reader. I personally use Opera, which has one in built, but for the firefox fans, you can use the Google Feedreader or Sharp Reader.
These feed readers will notify you whenever any blog you read or want to read gets an update, so you can check out updates with ease. These are fairly easy to use. Make sure you subscribe to this blog!
And i'm sure we'll all like it if you post a comment whenever anyone writes anything. Its always polite and shows that someone is reading all of this too.
Or do as the idiot does.
Monday, May 21, 2007
Absurd
Sitting in an apartment in San Diego at 2.57am, reading blogs and staring blankly into space every two minutes, while at the same time trying to blink back sleep and the glare from the lamp, seems an ideal moment to lapse back into existentialist thought. While most people would argue that existentialism is inherently negative, I personally enjoy it because it allows me to step back from la vie for a moment and be objective, or as objective as it is possible to be. If you refer to my blog (the one about dreams – I would put a hyperlink back to it here, but I’ve forgotten how to do it, and until some kind soul amongst those here reminds, me, it’s probably not going to happen – also as mentioned above, it’s now 3.02am) you might get an idea about what I am saying. For those who haven’t, there’s a book called “The Myth of Sisyphus”, a very interesting collection of essays where the author uses existentialist thought to logically deduce that there’s meaning to life, even if you are a bum, sitting around all day, doing nothing but drinking and eating god’s creations as someone I know would put it. I can’t remember the author right now, but do try to find it, or hit me back for his name. Sisyphus by the way, was the guy in Greek mythology who was condemned by the gods to forever push a boulder up a hill, and after reaching the top, both man and aforesaid boulder would appear at the bottom to repeat the cycle endlessly. If a man can find meaning in that, it certainly makes for some interesting thought doesn’t it. Our own local “idiot” has a very nice blog as regards some of these issues, and I would recommend everyone read it.
Hmmm, I’ve forgotten why I started this post originally… most probably to fill some space (but don’t tell anyone that, shussssh). Going to hit the sack now. Bon soir
Hmmm, I’ve forgotten why I started this post originally… most probably to fill some space (but don’t tell anyone that, shussssh). Going to hit the sack now. Bon soir
Sunday, May 20, 2007
GANDHI SAID"WE EAT TO LIVE.. NOT LIVE TO EAT".................. WAS HE CRAZY???
FOOD... four letters that so simply describe one of the core of our existance... sorry.. my existance... the one factor that motivates most of us to achieve certain statures which would permit ones palates to explore the realm fo the unknown......in short ... it makes people become rich in the hope of eating a lot of good food.
What do certain "intellectuals" of our age think of food??? Some believe it to be something essential and vital to our existance... engraved in cultures.....used as a means of showing solidarity and unity .....and in some cases used to show how each can be different in their own way....others( me ) the reason for life... God made us so that we can eat the rest of the creatures he creates......
So one wonders why the hell this moron actually wastes his time bloggin on food...to these people i say FUK U... IM BORED IM DOIN WAT I WANT.. GET A LIFE AND READ SOME OTHER BLOG U DEPRESSED BASTARDS...
Another simple yet rarely debated topic on food lies on veggies........why the hell do we eat vegetables???? Have we brought our levels so low that we eat what herbivorous creatures at the bottom of the food chain eat???? No... we are superior to cows and rabbits... i say feed them the vegetables... and then eat the freaking cows and rabbits....VEGETABLES ARE FOR THE LITTLE CREATURES PEOPLE PUT IN PETTING ZOOS....... STOP EATING THEM....WAKE UP PEOPLE.. EAT MEAT....
And finally.... it was the boredom of staring at the wall that made me type this fucked up excuse of a blog and its the boredom of typing thats makes me end it......to all who eat food and appreciate it.. good for u... and to those who undermine its value to humanity... FUK URSELVES.....
What do certain "intellectuals" of our age think of food??? Some believe it to be something essential and vital to our existance... engraved in cultures.....used as a means of showing solidarity and unity .....and in some cases used to show how each can be different in their own way....others( me ) the reason for life... God made us so that we can eat the rest of the creatures he creates......
So one wonders why the hell this moron actually wastes his time bloggin on food...to these people i say FUK U... IM BORED IM DOIN WAT I WANT.. GET A LIFE AND READ SOME OTHER BLOG U DEPRESSED BASTARDS...
Another simple yet rarely debated topic on food lies on veggies........why the hell do we eat vegetables???? Have we brought our levels so low that we eat what herbivorous creatures at the bottom of the food chain eat???? No... we are superior to cows and rabbits... i say feed them the vegetables... and then eat the freaking cows and rabbits....VEGETABLES ARE FOR THE LITTLE CREATURES PEOPLE PUT IN PETTING ZOOS....... STOP EATING THEM....WAKE UP PEOPLE.. EAT MEAT....
And finally.... it was the boredom of staring at the wall that made me type this fucked up excuse of a blog and its the boredom of typing thats makes me end it......to all who eat food and appreciate it.. good for u... and to those who undermine its value to humanity... FUK URSELVES.....
Friday, May 18, 2007
Elvis
I have this penchant for surprises, I just love giving them and receiving them, so thanks for a great birthday surprise people! (I shan't try to write about it, for those who were there, just remember my face when I opened the door)
The first time I wrote something serious (or even seriously) was in class 9. It was a poem on the fear of something or the other (one of those things where you rhyme just the last word and still manage to make no sense /sound mushy).This particular poem was written because our grammar teacher insisted we write something and I had spent the entire period laughing at the sardar in front of me (Santa Banta jokes are underrated…even MS word recognizes Santa and Banta as words!) and looking at trees outside the class. (yes I do that for some odd reason, a certain history teacher felt it was because I was George of the jungle in my previous life, I just smiled back at her, for which the what-her-name-is threw me out to join my green buddies) In the last 5 minutes of the class I wrote whatever I did, which ultimately made it to the school magazine. The editor of this particular tome found it necessary that I give a picture of mine, in school uniforms mind you, which could be printed along with my name, which was a morale boosting exercise carried out for all the wonderful literary artists produced and eventually destroyed by our schools passion for the sciences.
So I was fairly excited about the whole thing. Youthful enthusiasm and all that as they say. Instead of looking around my house for one, I decided a trip to the nearest photo shop was in order, you know, to keep it as a surprise for my mother dearest when she saw her sons photo was published in one of those magazine type things, albeit not in the prizes section where the more intellectual type (including my sister…..) made it.
Now for the brighter amongst you, this figures as a fun thing to do, as long as the parents are rather blissfully unaware of it. However it turned out that passport photos were beyond my economic status back then, at 70 bucks for 10 passport sized pictures (instant et al). So on this particularly rainy day, I made my way back home from the neighbourhood camera man with my windcheater on and a tie in my pocket. On telling mother dearest that her son was amongst the wodehouse and frosts of his school, she was happy, to put it mildly. So she took me to the same place again, this time with a willingness to shell up. Of course proficiency in grammar is appreciated as long as you study the sciences…don’t get me started.
Have you ever been inside one of those photo studios where the walls are covered with odd wallpapers of the lakes of Kashmir in a background of a valley full of flowers? It makes you feel like you are one of tellytubbies for some odd reason. I fail to understand the purpose of such extravagant backgrounds. But it exists, as do appendix’ in humans and judges on reality shows, with no purpose that serves for greater good, but never to be questioned.
At about the same time of the year, I don’t know if it was the weather or something else, I had discovered a peculiar talent in me. I had the ability to do Elvis Half lip smile. Back then life was simpler, I had decided that education would be given up by age 17, when I would take up a job as an Elvis impersonator, or if nothing else say “Welcome to Walmart” 200 times an hour with the smile on my face, indicating scorn.
Thus sat one of the brighter minds in the country, and decided the time had come to tell everyone watching, Elvis was in the building!
The photographer, an unusually jolly chap decided somehow, that the Elvis smile was a mistake. He asked me to pose for another pose. I was never amongst the patient type, and demanded to see the picture on his digital camera. I took a moment to explain to the simple man, there was no real mistake there; it was just me, aiming for greatness. He just muttered something about the loons he got everyday and got the damned thing developed.
In the mean time, my dearest mother sat in the car, in anticipation of yet another picture she could show to the police when I ran away from home (it’s an eventuality, so she keeps records of pictures, age 7 to 18). When yours truly walked down the steps of fortune, in anticipation of laurels etc, he thought something was amiss. Then he realized, he needed to give the Elvis to the world while walking down to make it really memorial.
“One half smile for man, one giant leap for mankind”
Some people however, had other ideas…..
“What on EARTH were you thinking?” she screamed, “Do you realize this is a formal photograph? This isn’t funny. I find this incredible, how could you do such a thing? Do you realize how much those pictures cost? And it’s not about the money; I can’t believe this, is this what we have taught you both?”
It didn’t end there of course, but I’m pretty certain that explains a great deal of what my mother dearest had told me across the two hours I was lectured followed by 3 days of the silent treatment.
Thus died my ambition of working at Las Vegas. Also with eventual balding, I really don’t think Elvis impersonation is the best career line for me. The author also decided against writing for any scientific journals et al for fear of a similar backlash. His mother now accompanies him to all photo shoots. The snaps of course were confiscated and I was asked to procure them an evening before by mixing film with silver iodide or some such thing. For the magazine, I ended up cutting an old ID card from class 5 or something and telling the editor “I grew overnight” when questioned about the age of the photograph. She promised me carbon dating would clear that out, so I just shrugged and left.
The first time I wrote something serious (or even seriously) was in class 9. It was a poem on the fear of something or the other (one of those things where you rhyme just the last word and still manage to make no sense /sound mushy).This particular poem was written because our grammar teacher insisted we write something and I had spent the entire period laughing at the sardar in front of me (Santa Banta jokes are underrated…even MS word recognizes Santa and Banta as words!) and looking at trees outside the class. (yes I do that for some odd reason, a certain history teacher felt it was because I was George of the jungle in my previous life, I just smiled back at her, for which the what-her-name-is threw me out to join my green buddies) In the last 5 minutes of the class I wrote whatever I did, which ultimately made it to the school magazine. The editor of this particular tome found it necessary that I give a picture of mine, in school uniforms mind you, which could be printed along with my name, which was a morale boosting exercise carried out for all the wonderful literary artists produced and eventually destroyed by our schools passion for the sciences.
So I was fairly excited about the whole thing. Youthful enthusiasm and all that as they say. Instead of looking around my house for one, I decided a trip to the nearest photo shop was in order, you know, to keep it as a surprise for my mother dearest when she saw her sons photo was published in one of those magazine type things, albeit not in the prizes section where the more intellectual type (including my sister…..) made it.
Now for the brighter amongst you, this figures as a fun thing to do, as long as the parents are rather blissfully unaware of it. However it turned out that passport photos were beyond my economic status back then, at 70 bucks for 10 passport sized pictures (instant et al). So on this particularly rainy day, I made my way back home from the neighbourhood camera man with my windcheater on and a tie in my pocket. On telling mother dearest that her son was amongst the wodehouse and frosts of his school, she was happy, to put it mildly. So she took me to the same place again, this time with a willingness to shell up. Of course proficiency in grammar is appreciated as long as you study the sciences…don’t get me started.
Have you ever been inside one of those photo studios where the walls are covered with odd wallpapers of the lakes of Kashmir in a background of a valley full of flowers? It makes you feel like you are one of tellytubbies for some odd reason. I fail to understand the purpose of such extravagant backgrounds. But it exists, as do appendix’ in humans and judges on reality shows, with no purpose that serves for greater good, but never to be questioned.
At about the same time of the year, I don’t know if it was the weather or something else, I had discovered a peculiar talent in me. I had the ability to do Elvis Half lip smile. Back then life was simpler, I had decided that education would be given up by age 17, when I would take up a job as an Elvis impersonator, or if nothing else say “Welcome to Walmart” 200 times an hour with the smile on my face, indicating scorn.
Thus sat one of the brighter minds in the country, and decided the time had come to tell everyone watching, Elvis was in the building!
The photographer, an unusually jolly chap decided somehow, that the Elvis smile was a mistake. He asked me to pose for another pose. I was never amongst the patient type, and demanded to see the picture on his digital camera. I took a moment to explain to the simple man, there was no real mistake there; it was just me, aiming for greatness. He just muttered something about the loons he got everyday and got the damned thing developed.
In the mean time, my dearest mother sat in the car, in anticipation of yet another picture she could show to the police when I ran away from home (it’s an eventuality, so she keeps records of pictures, age 7 to 18). When yours truly walked down the steps of fortune, in anticipation of laurels etc, he thought something was amiss. Then he realized, he needed to give the Elvis to the world while walking down to make it really memorial.
“One half smile for man, one giant leap for mankind”
Some people however, had other ideas…..
“What on EARTH were you thinking?” she screamed, “Do you realize this is a formal photograph? This isn’t funny. I find this incredible, how could you do such a thing? Do you realize how much those pictures cost? And it’s not about the money; I can’t believe this, is this what we have taught you both?”
It didn’t end there of course, but I’m pretty certain that explains a great deal of what my mother dearest had told me across the two hours I was lectured followed by 3 days of the silent treatment.
Thus died my ambition of working at Las Vegas. Also with eventual balding, I really don’t think Elvis impersonation is the best career line for me. The author also decided against writing for any scientific journals et al for fear of a similar backlash. His mother now accompanies him to all photo shoots. The snaps of course were confiscated and I was asked to procure them an evening before by mixing film with silver iodide or some such thing. For the magazine, I ended up cutting an old ID card from class 5 or something and telling the editor “I grew overnight” when questioned about the age of the photograph. She promised me carbon dating would clear that out, so I just shrugged and left.
PS: One tends to use hyperboles at times.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Semester II
Let me start off with congratulation another scottishite for coming up with yet another tactic to get people together after MSN, facebook and orkut seem to have turned into, how do I put this lightly, crap. I’ve got my fingers crossed this time around though cause thankfully one of the smarter of our breed of retards, namely Raghav has thought of blogging.
Do you want to know what’s going on in my life? Simply put, its mostly an overdose of family guy, a severe lack of contact with the outside world, over reliance on electricity, late night phone calls, mostly with my other number, writing, rewriting and more recently lighting myself on fire. Don’t worry; I still have 9 and three quarters of a finger remaining.
I’m convinced that my iPod is messing both with my brain and my heart. I don’t know if it’s just me or whether I’m actually hearing subliminal messages that sound a lot like Garfield rolling over, twice, and then dying. Perhaps listening to the same playlist over and over again does that to you.
The Bombay Times and Mumbai Mirror still bring a smile to my face every godforsaken morning. Whether it’s the ‘ask the sexpert’ column that makes me wish I didn’t eat that bowl of cornflakes to begin with, or the sports section that are so full of hypocritical people, it just sucks the soul out of the game.
Either way, I’ve been banned from writing blogs, so I can’t. If you really want to know what’s going on in my life, ask Raghav for my MSN ID. I hope you are as bored as I am.
Rohan
Monday, May 14, 2007
high
from the looks of it, theres a decent number of members so far(sorry to say this raghav, but honestly more than i expected)
but im just wondering how many are even gonna post stuff here, anything at all?
or even better still, who's even gonna read da posts?
i hope this blog works!
PS this is vineha
my life as of now is boring since ive got study leave fo rmy engg 2nd sem exams of which im making totally NO use!
cheers
enjoi
as raghav is inwardly praying
* pleeeeeeeeeease pleeeeease peepul wake up and participate! *
oh n is this blog really called 'a great forum' or is it just some stoopid mistake? =P
but im just wondering how many are even gonna post stuff here, anything at all?
or even better still, who's even gonna read da posts?
i hope this blog works!
PS this is vineha
my life as of now is boring since ive got study leave fo rmy engg 2nd sem exams of which im making totally NO use!
cheers
enjoi
as raghav is inwardly praying
* pleeeeeeeeeease pleeeeease peepul wake up and participate! *
oh n is this blog really called 'a great forum' or is it just some stoopid mistake? =P
Friday, May 11, 2007
Enjoy This Nonsense!!
1. After being continuously harassed by the person who began this blog I am here to make one of the first posts.
2. At the outset, I would like to say to the owner of this blog, "Fuck You! With all the blogs around, why do you start another one! More competition to my blog! Bastard!"
3. Without prejudice to any of the above averments, the writer of this compilation would like to say the following.
4. The writer is one Mr. Viraj Bhide who is on vacation and continually facing the problems of an aimless life.
5. He also happens to be a law student interning at a district court where he is expected to compress cases and make summaries that would make all summaries in competitive exams look like cakewalks.
6. The writer presumes the other members/ only readers of this blog to be his school friends.
7. On the basis of this presumption, the writer humbly appeals to the other members to regularly contribute to this blog and at least tell everyone about what they are up to now.
8. The writer apologises profusely for the method in which this statement is written. The only intention of the writer is to give the readers an idea of the sort of language and grammar that makes up the bulk of the legal discourse in this country. If you ever want to write anything with intended legal consequences, it ought to be written in a manner reminiscent to this one.
9. The writer hopes that he has sincerely obliged to the request of his friend in the writing of this statement.
2. At the outset, I would like to say to the owner of this blog, "Fuck You! With all the blogs around, why do you start another one! More competition to my blog! Bastard!"
3. Without prejudice to any of the above averments, the writer of this compilation would like to say the following.
4. The writer is one Mr. Viraj Bhide who is on vacation and continually facing the problems of an aimless life.
5. He also happens to be a law student interning at a district court where he is expected to compress cases and make summaries that would make all summaries in competitive exams look like cakewalks.
6. The writer presumes the other members/ only readers of this blog to be his school friends.
7. On the basis of this presumption, the writer humbly appeals to the other members to regularly contribute to this blog and at least tell everyone about what they are up to now.
8. The writer apologises profusely for the method in which this statement is written. The only intention of the writer is to give the readers an idea of the sort of language and grammar that makes up the bulk of the legal discourse in this country. If you ever want to write anything with intended legal consequences, it ought to be written in a manner reminiscent to this one.
9. The writer hopes that he has sincerely obliged to the request of his friend in the writing of this statement.
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Hello World
Different People, Different views, but yet so similar.
Are we all the same here? Ofcourse not, even the purpose of us accepting this blog invite will be different for all of us, some will want to display their exceptional grammar and vocabulary skills, others simply out of curiosity for what a blog actually is, some waiting for a forum for their ideas to spread, and many others looking for yet another place to shout about how great ManU/Arsenal (never both) really are, or even something altogether different.
So why blog together?
A common forum, to share ideas, from the whacky, to the outrageous, to the rather sane, to the idealistic, we welcome them all. The comments section is around just to kick some arse incase you like ManU and Tanay manages to type in english (there is blogging in हमारी मात्र भाषा हिंदी too)
While some things in life are just plain awful, most things can be seen as either tragic or comic. And its your choice. Is life a big, long, tiresome slog from sadness to regret to guilt to resentment self-pity? Or is life weird, outrageous, bizarre, ironic or just plain stupid at times?
As usual, I'm with stupid. ;)
Its not the easy way out. Self-pity is the easiest thing in the world. Finding the humour, the irony, the slight justification for a skewed, skeptical optimism, that's tough.
So how is your life going? Keep us posted, once a month atleast, send in snaps of somewhere you went trekking, some great idea you came across, some random rambling about university, or just a Youtube video. In this hectic world of choc-a-bloc schedules keep us lukhas entertained.
Just a small request, refrain from typng lyk ths. Everyone hates those who do.
Anyone who wishes to be a part of the blogging team, feel free to drop me a mail.
Cheers
Raghav
Are we all the same here? Ofcourse not, even the purpose of us accepting this blog invite will be different for all of us, some will want to display their exceptional grammar and vocabulary skills, others simply out of curiosity for what a blog actually is, some waiting for a forum for their ideas to spread, and many others looking for yet another place to shout about how great ManU/Arsenal (never both) really are, or even something altogether different.
So why blog together?
A common forum, to share ideas, from the whacky, to the outrageous, to the rather sane, to the idealistic, we welcome them all. The comments section is around just to kick some arse incase you like ManU and Tanay manages to type in english (there is blogging in हमारी मात्र भाषा हिंदी too)
While some things in life are just plain awful, most things can be seen as either tragic or comic. And its your choice. Is life a big, long, tiresome slog from sadness to regret to guilt to resentment self-pity? Or is life weird, outrageous, bizarre, ironic or just plain stupid at times?
As usual, I'm with stupid. ;)
Its not the easy way out. Self-pity is the easiest thing in the world. Finding the humour, the irony, the slight justification for a skewed, skeptical optimism, that's tough.
So how is your life going? Keep us posted, once a month atleast, send in snaps of somewhere you went trekking, some great idea you came across, some random rambling about university, or just a Youtube video. In this hectic world of choc-a-bloc schedules keep us lukhas entertained.
Just a small request, refrain from typng lyk ths. Everyone hates those who do.
Anyone who wishes to be a part of the blogging team, feel free to drop me a mail.
Cheers
Raghav
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