tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29692917110007678942024-03-20T14:24:43.188+05:30Grit, Grace & GustoOf Scintillations in a mundane life...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger134125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969291711000767894.post-79324256416338868872016-06-17T00:27:00.000+05:302016-06-17T00:36:27.296+05:30...um, Hello... <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Ever walked back into a room full of people you left behind for say a lifetime? That's exactly how this feels... known waters, known sails... the sailor however seems lost :).
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<i>From a recent road-trip. </i><br />
<i><b>LIFE</b> is beautiful! </i></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Hanover, Germany52.3758916 9.732010400000035652.2208071 9.4092869000000352 52.530976100000004 10.054733900000036tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969291711000767894.post-6470341690488135302010-03-25T23:05:00.002+05:302010-03-25T23:33:49.195+05:30Rendezvous with Jason Wade...<div style="text-align: justify;">After a really, <i>really</i> long time, I've finally got Linux loaded onto my system - thanks <i>Ujji</i>. And after a really, <i>really</i> long time, I sat back listening to <a href="http://www.last.fm/listen">last.fm</a>'s radio on the same. I usually put on my headphones when I listen to music, unless I'm all alone. And since old habits die hard, I put on my headphones ćoz I had company - Smurf. After a few numbers, <a href="http://www.lifehousemusic.com/splash/">Lifehouse</a>'s <i>'<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CB9WDi3OhXQ">Hanging by a moment</a>'</i> crooned and involuntarily, I plugged out my headphones and let the number play out loud. Almost immediately, Smurf was by my side craning his neck and sniffing at my laptop wondering who this new person was and why he wasn't visible. A few seconds and he figured out where the speakers of my system were (<i>it took me a few days to figure that out)</i> and he just stood there, looking at those speakers completely mesmerized. We sat together through the next few tracks and he seemed to enjoy the experience thoroughly! Few more and he was sound asleep. I seem to have finally found someone who enjoys music the way I do. Perk - no nonsensical comments!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969291711000767894.post-72300801276893208402010-03-19T01:00:00.006+05:302010-03-20T15:52:15.503+05:30Of tiny-tots and Smurf...<div style="text-align: justify;">A long awaiting post, this. Thanks to <a href="http://poojabonde.blogspot.com/">Pooja</a> and her new found zeal of blogging, I decided to sit back and finish this piece.<br /><br />2009 has been a truly memorable year. Not just 'coz I finally tied the knot, but more so 'coz I've had the good fortune of meeting umpteen wonderful people. Thinking of them right now, makes me feel very warm... like I'm <i>at home</i>. These people brought along with them, a dozen perks that lit-up my life in the most brilliant manner - their adorable little ones. Aarya, Mit, Asmi, Aadit, Eshaan, Aadhyaa, Malhar, and few in the making... Each with a quality that sets them apart from all the others. Life around kids was always amusing... now it's a spectacle. You can feel the innocence that surrounds you... and the way life (<i>or is it knowledge??!</i>) grows over it. It makes you respect life itself. Someday hopefully, in this journey of life... innocence returns.<br /><br />And then ofcourse, there's Smurf...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwTjkrgIjFV1UOGnTDVlUPuqBQeY1uNRE4DvlgVUR0YtHhifDSKshAB1Hu6CFN5_oiIpBbsTLtFe3QAsJSOfyGd7cditsu55NXPEkv5qDaLr1ucnYMnVlUzsEibax96CuJd5hDRfv5RcxY/s1600-h/DSC00133.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwTjkrgIjFV1UOGnTDVlUPuqBQeY1uNRE4DvlgVUR0YtHhifDSKshAB1Hu6CFN5_oiIpBbsTLtFe3QAsJSOfyGd7cditsu55NXPEkv5qDaLr1ucnYMnVlUzsEibax96CuJd5hDRfv5RcxY/s320/DSC00133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450067793352100770" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Murphy-dog</span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969291711000767894.post-43965431102480499072010-02-03T16:44:00.008+05:302010-02-03T17:02:27.265+05:30New Arrivals...<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://unsuniawaaz.blogspot.com/">Deepti</a> and Sagar are proud parents of a beautiful, beautiful girl - starting today! <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Congratulations guys</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">!!</span><br /><br />(...<span style="font-style: italic;">and thanks for giving me a SOLID reason to flutter this sleepy site a little</span>)<br /><br />As much as I wanted to be present to witness this bundle of joy make her first appearance into this world, I've missed it by 2 pitiful days. I hope I can make up for them once I'm back in Bangalore. Nonetheless, a zillion hugs (<span style="font-style: italic;">if that's possible</span>), tons of love and loads of blessings always showered on you, little one!! God Bless!<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969291711000767894.post-13905692594676213052009-08-20T12:25:00.008+05:302009-08-20T13:22:34.183+05:30...<div style="text-align: justify;">Every once in a while I have this urge to pen something, to make a note of a particular incident, to make some memory last forever. And at all those instances, I've thought about my blog. This blog. But I haven't sat my ass down long enough to type each of those memories onto my keyboard. Why? 'Coz I've always ended up wondering, 'What the hell do I title it?' Yup. True to that last 't'. I suck at giving my blogs a title. And that makes me ignore my laptop (<i>not just my blog</i>) for days at a stretch. So there. My reason. Another reason.<br /><span id="fullpost"><br />What made me change my mind today? Hmm. I don't know, boredom maybe? Maybe another urge that didn't get bogged down by 'I have no title'? Or maybe I just plain wanted to reconnect. Whatever the reason, it felt good to update my <i>'books'</i> section. And even better has been the feeling that I still have people looking me up! Thank you, whoever you are, wherever you are (<i>although I know where you are from my livefeed, heh!</i>).<br /><br />Getting back to my daily routine - I'm not working on any projects anymore, so I get a LOT more time for myself. We've grown into the habit of sleeping late (<i>and I mean REALLY late</i>) and waking up late. After which I almost always go straight into my kitchen and get breakfast ready. Once Shree's out, I make my usual trip around the house cleaning and clearing every room. Following which I pick a new task for the day, like cleaning silverware or rearranging bedroom/kitchen drawers or doing an extra-neat bit with the dust-cloth. Bath comes next. More cooking, 'coz lunch time is just waiting to beat me out of breath and finally, peace. The whole afternoon. All the way up until 6pm. My time. Books, TV, Internet. Blissful. 6pm and get clothes off the line, put utensils back in their assigned places, evening <i>diya</i> ritual and it's back to cooking time. By 8:30pm we're done dining, and we either catch a movie or coffee or visit some friend's place. Back home by 12. Some more reading and lights off by 2... AM. <br /><br />That's us. For the last few weeks. And I'm enjoying all of that. Thoroughly. For now.</span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969291711000767894.post-69590689790420811162009-03-24T10:39:00.004+05:302009-03-24T11:20:18.689+05:30Rat-at-(m)oui-ille<div style="text-align: justify;">Shree's uncle and aunt are in town and we'd invited them over for lunch yesterday. I managed to cook some chicken with the help of my mother-in-law and Mary (<i>our <s>maid</s> support system</i>). The kitchen sink is too small to hold dishes used to feed more than 2 people. So I dumped the whole lot in our tiny utility. Since we were in a frenzy to drop Shree's parents at the railway station, I didn't bother dumping any waste in the bin.<br /><br />Today, I open the door of the utility to find a nice trail of bone pieces all over the floor. Follow the trail and it goes straight to our brand new washing machine. YIKES. First thought - '<i>Oh my God, another washing machine?!!</i>' (<i>Yes. I can be very materialistic too</i>) Shree needs to get to work early and I've got to depend on our <i>support system</i> to get this sorted out. <br /><br />So in come's Mary, <i>zhaadu</i> in <i>haath</i> (<i>for the Hindi illiterate - broom in hand</i>) and starts clearing the floor first. She walks up to the machine and while I'm expecting her to poke the broom in and draw the bones out, she sticks her hand around the corner (<i>!!!!!</i>) and checks for pieces behind the damned machine! While I'm standing awe-struck looking at her, she straightens her saree and declares - "<i>Not to worry. A smart one, this. He's partied only in the corners. No machine-wrecking.</i>" Which I later figure out means, the little guy's only found a new place to enjoy his meals in. I wonder what I'm going to find in those corners tomorrow. Some low-fat cheese maybe?!!<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969291711000767894.post-88560393216660696602009-03-11T13:32:00.002+05:302009-03-12T16:33:03.925+05:30My epic saga<div style="text-align: justify;">Marriage is quite an event in India. On second thought, it's quite an event in <span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;">any</span></span> culture - different rituals, different styles, different scenarios. The bottom line being - "<i>Two people agreeing on sharing their lives together</i>". That statement sounds real simple. And maybe it is. Except, we as humans complicate the whole '<i>agreeing</i>' part.<br /><br />I've had my share of agreements and disagreements with men. And honestly for some time I wanted to be by myself. The nagging never ceased, though. It's a conflict when you want to stay away from any kind of companionship and others want you to get a taste of it. For a long time I was resisting the idea of sharing my <span style="font-style:italic;">happy-go-lucky</span> life with another person; someone I hadn't met before-hand, someone I wasn't familiar with, someone I hadn't spent quality time with. My whole argument started and ended with - "<i>I'm way too comfortable with myself. Why compromise on that?!</i>" I was never against the concept of marriage, but the minute it came to <i>choosing</i> someone, I'd prepare a list of prereqs. With every new person I met, the list seemed to get more complicated, more rigid.<br /><br />Sometime in November, I had dinner with two of my colleagues. One of them - 45, happily married, father of two kids. The other - 35, happily <span style="font-style:italic;">single</span>, trying to understand the need for marriage. After a casual discussion on the pros and cons of being married, the older chap said something that ticked off a thought in my mind. "<i>The more time we spend deciding who we spend the rest of our lives with,</i>", he said, "<i>the more we want that person to be exactly like us.</i>" Turns out, that was right where I was heading with my list of prereqs. And I'm thinking - <span style="font-style:italic;">If I <span style="font-style:italic;">do</span> end up finding someone exactly like me, life would be such a drag, wouldn't it?</span> Yet, I didn't want to give up on my comfort level. Where was I to find someone unlike me <span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">and</span></span> someone I was comfortable with?! <br /><br />A few weeks and I was tired of thinking. I could feel the resistance in me. And like they say, "<i>What one resists, persists</i>". The thinking, analyzing, arguing just kept coming back. Each time with more complicated questions. Eventually, I gave up. I stopped thinking. Even if I sensed my thought process going towards the subject, I'd consciously turn my thoughts towards something else. Thankfully, it paid off. <br /><br />In that state of stupor, I met someone and without the aid of my thinking mind, nodded a yes. Life hasn't been the same since. We got engaged in December and married in February. I've enjoyed every single moment of every single event. And yes, kept my thinking mind aside ALL the time. Life has never <span style="font-style:italic;">felt</span> so beautiful! Maybe that's what they mean when they say - "<i>Go with the flow</i>"?!<br /><br />Wishing all you guys a wonderful Holi!<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969291711000767894.post-66563115725443668642008-12-15T11:32:00.003+05:302008-12-15T11:50:46.201+05:30Another adorable voice<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2jQC6L5Z108&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2jQC6L5Z108&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="330" height="200"><embed src="http://lyrics.stlyrics.com/lyrscroll.swf?page=http%3A//www%2Estlyrics%2Ecom/lyrics/bridgetjonessdiary2/dowhatyougottado%2Ehtm" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" name="lyrscroll" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" width="330" height="200"></embed></object></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969291711000767894.post-24362139092627001502008-12-15T00:23:00.004+05:302008-12-15T00:41:23.899+05:30Back in B'lore<div style="text-align: justify;">And <i>man</i> it feels warm! Not weather wise warm, but <i>feeling</i>-wise warm. The moment we entered Devanhalli, <i>Aai</i> went, "<i>No matter where we go, coming back to Bangalore always feels like coming back <b>home</b></i>"! Life is good :).<br /><br />Just back from a dinner treat - three <i>massive</i> pieces of chocolate truffle & black currant ice-cream for dessert - I feel like a beast. More on the month long vacation <i>naalle</i>.<br /><br /><b>P.S</b>: Listening to <a href="http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=ZHxjmek59xo">Nat King Cole's Unforgettable</a> (<i>Damn! I should've had another piece of that truffle</i>)<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969291711000767894.post-64511557966906096322008-11-30T21:07:00.002+05:302016-06-17T01:03:59.714+05:30'One lie short of true...'<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span id="fullpost">Title - <span style="font-style: italic;">Honestly</span><br />Band - <span style="font-style: italic;">Cary Brothers</span><br /><br />Think I’m goin home<br />I think I’m gettin lost for a while<br />Tired of getting stoned<br />And thinkin ‘bout you in the night<br /><br />So I’ll file away all my dreams<br />Though I still believe in everything<br /><br />I wished your love away<br />I wished your love away<br /><br />Honestly over you<br />Honestly over you<br />One lie short of true<br />Honestly over you<br /><br />Lookin for some hope<br />Polished off the whiskey tonight<br />You turned a man to stone<br />For lookin at you straight in the eyes<br /><br />So I’ll drive away with all my things<br />Though I’ve a faint belief in everything<br /><br />I wished your love away<br />I wished your love away<br /><br />Honestly over you<br />Honestly over you<br />And I’ll tell the world<br />Honestly over you<br /><br />I wished your love away…</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969291711000767894.post-8095641842032226582008-11-28T21:51:00.004+05:302008-11-28T22:03:27.804+05:30Visiting Relatives<div style="text-align: justify;">Here's a question - "<i>What is the meaning of life?</i>" - Would love to read your answers. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969291711000767894.post-9417330723187422342008-11-11T09:54:00.004+05:302008-11-15T09:20:31.776+05:30Inscrutable<div style="text-align: justify;">Ever tried telling a <i>professional</i> baker that his pastry was missing an ingredient? I did. Last night. When I picked up <i>Baba's</i> b'day cake. Black-Forest.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Long, long ago</span> (and I honestly mean a <b>really</b> long time ago), <i>ladi-tai</i> handed me a recipe for baking a Black-Forest cake. I memorized the ingredients. Not 'coz I thought I'd lose that piece of paper she'd written it on (<i>infact I still have that ancient piece tucked into my recipe collection book</i>), but 'coz those ingredients felt almost <i>divine</i>. Atleast in that era, it certainly did (<i>Aai would NEVER use such exotic stuff in her cake preparations</i>).<br /><br />Last night ofcourse, on tasting my Rs. 20/- pastry piece (<i>meant for making a choice among several pastries</i>), I happened to tell the baker that there wasn't any <i>rum</i> in his Black-Forest preparation. The response - <span style="font-weight: bold;">dumb-struck awe</span>.<br /><br />Picture this scene - In a town that's been introduced to the world of pastries only a few years ago, a <i>female</i> (<span style="font-style:italic;">maybe I should highlight that word</span>), wearing a worn-out, unkempt, soiled pair of jeans, with an even more worn-out, unkempt, soiled T-shirt and a pair of <i>slippers</i> (<i>ahh! disgusting!</i>), orders for a black-forest pastry so she can decide if that's what she wants to buy and ends up complaining - it has no RUM! <br /><br />I must say, the guy was truly modest when he recovered from that momentary breakdown and smiled gingerly, revealing his white <i>Dabur-Lal-dant-majan</i> teeth, and said, "No madam, no rum. Only sugar-syrup." <br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969291711000767894.post-81538059129146470112008-11-10T10:19:00.004+05:302008-11-10T10:56:23.063+05:30Food for thought - 8<div style="text-align: justify;"><blockquote>"<i>Truth is not beautiful, neither is it ugly. Why should it be either? Truth is truth, just as figures are figures.<br /> <br />When man wishes to learn the exact condition of his business affairs, he employs figures and, if these figures reveal a sad state of his affairs, he doesn't condemn them and say that they are unlovely and accuse then of having disillusioned him. Why then condemn truth, when it only serves him in this enterprise of life as figures serve him in his commercial enterprises?</i>"</blockquote> - as answered by <i>Owen C. Middleton</i> in <i><a href="http://www.powells.com/cgi-bin/biblio?inkey=61-0973769807-0">On the meaning of life</a></i>, Will Durant<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">P.S</span>: It's <i>Baba's</i> 58th birthday today. Not sure how we're going to celebrate it. Will need to hunt for a cake shop here in <i>Amravati</i>. He's celebrating a birthday in his native village after 30 <i>long</i> years :)!<br /><br />Happy Birthday ol' man :P!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969291711000767894.post-28542893930666183602008-10-30T11:10:00.004+05:302008-10-30T11:25:38.041+05:30Another 'Credit Crunch'<div style="text-align: justify;">Albeit, a <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/7696197.stm">different kind</a>...<br /><br /><a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/7696839.stm">Two planets</a> eh?! That would be <span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;">fun</span></span> - I'd like to <span style="font-style:italic;">work</span> on one, <span style="font-style:italic;">rest</span> on another :P!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969291711000767894.post-77670479720630594912008-10-25T21:37:00.005+05:302008-10-25T22:01:56.726+05:30Couldn't help...<div style="text-align: justify;">...putting this up, after we (<i>Ujji</i> and me) noticed.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZK_QwrtDaFmCk-w18wU02Fq5CXv7nHmC6BVWyLdIgLfjQQtzWRtg86MwrjMhXhQbdnK-eCE-GuYvWyq6nJxhXyEBo4e5BKFJkGpH_Lqsmv6QvUelz4XtwJlR3IfyqzrTxswB5SemNJNaO/s1600-h/test.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 138px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZK_QwrtDaFmCk-w18wU02Fq5CXv7nHmC6BVWyLdIgLfjQQtzWRtg86MwrjMhXhQbdnK-eCE-GuYvWyq6nJxhXyEBo4e5BKFJkGpH_Lqsmv6QvUelz4XtwJlR3IfyqzrTxswB5SemNJNaO/s320/test.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261126648637463762" border="0" /></a>This picture's been going to and fro for some time now. The last time I saw it was in March, when <a href="http://adityakarma.blogspot.com/">Sudi</a> forwarded the same. After a few text messages and a lot of arguing over who's who (<i>Ujji thinks they've painted Mandela playing a flute and I think it's Kofi Annan</i>), we realized that they've painted OBL right above GWB (right-hand, upper-half)! <i>Heh</i>! Nice!<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969291711000767894.post-23590910267818924012008-10-24T11:23:00.000+05:302008-10-24T11:23:00.749+05:30Food for thought - 7<div style="text-align: justify;"><blockquote>"What is spiritual realization? The belief that you are a spirit? No, that's a thought.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">(...)<br /></div>Spiritual realization is to see clearly that what I perceive, experience, think, or feel is ultimately not who I am, that I cannot find myself in all those things that continuously pass away."</blockquote> - <span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://eckharttolle.com/a_new_earth">A New Earth</a></span>, Eckhart Tolle</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969291711000767894.post-76812713863758892182008-10-23T11:06:00.003+05:302008-10-23T11:13:29.974+05:30And you thought...<div style="text-align: justify;">...only your '<span style="font-style: italic;">kind</span>' could blog?!! I think NOT! Following links on <a href="http://www.indiauncut.com/">Amit's</a> blog, I found my way to <a href="http://uk.news.yahoo.com/4/20081021/twl-blogging-plant-grows-big-in-japan-41f21e0.html">this</a> page.<br /><br />Not long before we have more <span style="font-style: italic;">competition</span> on blog-o-sphere, eh?!<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969291711000767894.post-65596183737334624912008-10-16T11:09:00.004+05:302008-10-17T11:54:16.405+05:30Slouthful<div style="text-align: justify;">My blog isn't the only '<i>thing</i>' that has suffered in recent times due to my sluggishness; my trips to <i><a href="http://www.asklaila.com/listing/Bangalore/Indira+Nagar/Crossword/m6rpHeSX/">Crossword</a></i> have been a rarity as well. Work seems to have taken a backseat and my search for '<i><a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/music/sevenages/">The Seven Ages of Rock</a></i>' DVDs, is almost a closed chapter. <br /><br />But guess what?! I ain't complaining. And you know why?! 'Coz I've spent all this time reading <span style="font-style:italic;">books</span>. Books that I knew made up my dad's collection, but were more often than not, ignored. And it would be drastically understating if I said, "<i>It's been <b>fabulous</b></i>!"<br /><br />Lying on a cozy bed, a quilt to protect from the occasional chill, some drizzles, a few heavy rains, warm sunshine here and there, not a soul intruding (:P!) and books! A few too many of them. No particular subject. Or actually, maybe there was - <span style="font-style: italic;">soul-searching</span> - if that qualifies for a subject.<br /><br />I think I could do this <i>forever</i>. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969291711000767894.post-58752588428853693822008-10-13T10:55:00.006+05:302008-10-13T14:22:22.808+05:30Looking for I Need...<div style="text-align: justify;">...<a href="http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=9pQuHo555vM&feature=related">Serenity</a>...<blockquote>'...<i>Where do we go when we just don't know<br />And how do we relight the flame when it's cold<br />Why do we dream when our thoughts mean nothing<br />And when will we learn to control</i>...'</blockquote></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969291711000767894.post-53571963775601706112008-10-07T13:58:00.002+05:302008-10-07T14:04:00.476+05:30Cheap Thrills<div style="text-align: justify;">Enjoyed <a href="http://unsuniawaaz.blogspot.com/2008/10/meme.html">this tag</a> on <a href="http://unsuniawaaz.blogspot.com/">Deepti's</a> blog. Too lazy to put it up here and read your answers (*<i>yawn</i>*). So, <i>pliss to be doing honor</i> - read, fill-out and let me have a laugh.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969291711000767894.post-84143837386321357402008-10-03T22:00:00.002+05:302008-10-03T22:15:00.915+05:30Couple o' things<ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>Baba's moved from wearing traditional <span style="font-style: italic;">pajamas</span> to tracks</li><li>Aai's moved from humming <a href="http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=kH_Duecleds"><span style="font-style: italic;">Pal Pal</span></a> (<span style="font-style: italic;">Lage Raho Munna Bhai) </span>to <a href="http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=hv-1tdJnr5U"><span style="font-style: italic;">Socha hai</span></a> (<span style="font-style: italic;">Rock On</span>)</li><li><span style="font-style: italic;">Sheru</span> & <span style="font-style: italic;">Munnu</span> have shifted base from a one-room-kennel to an entire alley</li></ul>Nice.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969291711000767894.post-83079250769774646612008-09-28T11:39:00.003+05:302008-09-28T12:43:49.450+05:30Hola<div style="text-align: justify;">I've been trying to think of a reason as to why there have been no posts on my blog recently. And the best I could come up with is - <i>I didn't feel like it</i>. Hmm. Go figure.<br /><br />Anyways, this video on <a href="http://www.dooce.com/">Heather's</a> blog, changed the <i>procrastinating</i> me. I absolutely <span style="font-weight: bold;">HAD</span> to put this up here for all those who haven't had a chance to laugh their heads off. (<i>I would love to hear her views on the crashing financial sector! *guffawing*</i>)<br /><br /><embed src="http://www.cbs.com/thunder/swf30can10cbsnews/rcpHolderCbs-3-4x3.swf" flashvars="link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ecbsnews%2Ecom%2Fvideo%2Fwatch%2F%3Fid%3D4478156n&partner=cbssports&vert=News&autoPlayVid=false&releaseURL=http://release.theplatform.com/content.select?pid=hdkxamTi8l_uCAJ2ORKSzF3marEPn7Ul&name=cbsPlayer&allowScriptAccess=always&wmode=transparent&embedded=y&scale=noscale&rv=n&salign=tl" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="425" height="324"></embed><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">P.S: It might seem stuck, but the video does work. And while you're at it, check out the ads too (<i>Heh</i>!)</span><br /></div><br />In other news, <a href="http://santozz.blogspot.com/">Santosh</a> had <a href="http://santozz.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-quote-me-on-this.html">this</a> tag up and here are my favorites -<br /></div><ol style="text-align: justify;"><li>"<i>The difference between a person and an angel is easy. Most of an angel is in the inside and most of a person is on the outside.</i>" - <a href="http://www.google.co.in/url?sa=t&source=web&ct=res&cd=1&url=http%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FAnna_%28Mister_God%29&ei=1CTfSI6ZPJKM6gOZxdGUBA&usg=AFQjCNHAiORQfoEqg4dJ-Uo6r0pFSLHHwA&sig2=KCgmoXWLmpVvbwPj1EtxKQ">Mister God, this is Anna</a></li><li>"<i>The only true law is that which leads to freedom," Jonathan said. "There is no other.</i>" - <a href="http://www.google.co.in/url?sa=t&source=web&ct=res&cd=1&url=http%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FJonathan_Livingston_Seagull&ei=rCbfSMKnE4vO6gOhqLGOBA&usg=AFQjCNFUbEpmYtw56sSVm0BXkZ7SJ5SIWg&sig2=kWkERqyOaW15ckx6ucSgXg">Jonathan Livingston Seagull</a></li><li>"<i>The world has no existence whatsoever outside the human imagination. It's all a ghost, and in antiquity was so recognized as a ghost, the whole blessed world we live in.</i>" - <a href="http://www.google.co.in/url?sa=t&source=web&ct=res&cd=1&url=http%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FZen_and_the_Art_of_Motorcycle_Maintenance&ei=LyvfSKKfFY-m6gP-u9yTBA&usg=AFQjCNFid3_dSg1rcx_g-R7w7fdRYh_NlA&sig2=tokf946t7fbR6jOmpmFHyw">Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance</a></li><li>"<i>The best love is the kind that awakens the soul; that makes us reach for more, that plants the fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds.</i>" - <a href="http://www.google.co.in/url?sa=t&source=web&ct=res&cd=2&url=http%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FThe_Notebook&ei=LyzfSOvcKoHy7AP1_NWWBA&usg=AFQjCNEz9-YkH_TaPLNYZ3NUi3VSx-T-4A&sig2=2whs92MZVags-1X8ATkYOw">The Notebook</a> </li><li>"<i>Experience is what you get when you didn’t get what you wanted</i>" - <a href="http://www.google.co.in/url?sa=t&source=web&ct=res&cd=1&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.thelastlecture.com%2F&ei=Vi3fSM-zB4-m6gP-u9yTBA&usg=AFQjCNFs5XD03kXMXKtKPd3KU3SjvQ7qhw&sig2=WLXOUO5R5403dmJj-3abvQ">The Last Lecture</a><br /></li></ol><div style="text-align: justify;">All those who stop by... you've been <i>tagged</i>.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969291711000767894.post-87488217550402317582008-09-06T19:50:00.008+05:302008-09-06T22:05:26.975+05:30Gung-ho?!<div style="text-align: justify;">Two days after <a href="http://www.dooce.com/">Heather</a> posts <a href="http://www.dooce.com/2008/09/04/and-boom">this</a> (<i>...and for which I'd put all my bets on her, if she ever entered American politics - <a href="http://www.dooce.com/">Heather</a>, you absolutely rock</i>!...), Obama comes out with <a href="http://blogs.reuters.com/pakistan/2008/09/06/obama-says-pakistan-used-us-aid-to-prepare-for-war-against-india/">this</a> statement. <i>Smashing</i> or what?! He'll probably get a lot'a Indian fan-fare following him for that one statement! Think it's time to celebrate yet? No?! Well, <a href="http://www.hindu.com/thehindu/holnus/000200809061970.htm">here's</a> another reason for Indians to raise their glasses tonight - <a href="http://www.ndtv.com/convergence/ndtv/story.aspx?id=NEWEN20080064332&ch=9/6/2008%206:51:00%20PM">the NSG waiver</a>! MUHAHAHAHA... <i>Baba</i> and me were wondering last night as to how <i>Dr. Manmohan Singh</i> must be perspiring profusely after having put everything at stake for this deal. Well Mr. Prime Minister, we sure hope you sleep well tonight!<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And if none of that brought a smile on your face, maybe this will... You've probably heard this number -<br /><br /><object width="300" height="110"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/3FyrJGPyRn/aus=false/"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/3FyrJGPyRn/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"></embed><a href="http://www.imeem.com/sohailkhowaja/music/EEy4faDk/atif_aslam_pehli_nazar_mein/">Pehli Nazar Mein - Atif Aslam</a></object><br />You can find the <a href="http://www.bollyfm.net/bollyfm/mid/1327/tid/7291/lyricsinfo.html">lyrics here</a>. <br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So I'm standing next to Aai in the kitchen helping her prepare dinner, when they play this track over the radio. Everything's normal until chorus starts; and Aai goes - <br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"<i>Bembi</i> I love you, <i>Bembi</i> I love you..." <br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">(for the <i>Marathi</i> illetrate, <i>Bembi</i> translates to <i>belly-button</i>)<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969291711000767894.post-34376583544481813282008-09-02T10:49:00.005+05:302008-09-02T20:35:15.762+05:30Google's next assault on MS<div style="text-align: justify;">It's called <a href="http://kara.allthingsd.com/20080901/heres-the-google-chrome-browser-comic-book-hey-microsoft-kaa-pow/">Chrome</a>. As explained in the <i><a href="http://www.google.com/googlebooks/chrome/">instruction guide</a></i>, this new <i>web-browser</i> promises <a href="http://www.pcmag.com/article2/0,2817,2329247,00.asp">improved speed and responsiveness</a>.<br /><br />It's been years since I used IE. Firefox is almost second nature. Yet, I'm looking forward to try my hands on <i>Chrome</i> - I like the name :P!</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://news.cnet.com/8301-17939_109-10030025-2.html"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYa44w3fh8s/SLzpNFTdNqI/AAAAAAAABI0/fRwbD_FmAko/s320/Chrome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241320477323769506" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Google's first screenshot of Chrome</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969291711000767894.post-41055764012896346612008-08-31T19:25:00.002+05:302008-08-31T19:50:26.918+05:30Rushing through<div style="text-align: justify;">Million things happened over the last week. Here are a few, that didn't go unnoticed -<br /></div><ol style="text-align: justify;"><li>McCain picks <a href="http://www.time.com/time/nation/article/0,8599,1837713,00.html">Palin</a> (OH. MY. GOD.)</li><li>Mamata Banerjee steps in to <a href="http://www.expressindia.com/latest-news/Mamata-reaches-Singur-for-indefinite-agitation/352762/"><span style="font-style: italic;">rescue</span></a> Bengal farmers (ROTFL!)</li><li><span style="font-style: italic;">Sheru</span> provokes <span style="font-style: italic;">Munnu</span> for a fight and accepts defeat even before they begin (Nope. They're not <span style="font-style: italic;">pedigree</span> dogs.)<br /></li><li><span style="font-style: italic;">Aai</span> sits through '<span style="font-style: italic;">Rock On</span>' and <span style="font-weight: bold;">actually </span>enjoys the story-line (The ONLY 40+ person in the entire theatre!)</li><li>I manage baking some <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">'</span></span>Carrot Cake</span>' (and that's not what <span style="font-style: italic;">Sheru</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Munnu</span> were fighting over - <span style="font-style: italic;">hmpf</span>!)<br /></li></ol>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3