Fun. :)

Social Networks & Us & Our Privacy

2011-06-01T15:57:00.000+05:30

As we enter a new era marked by social networking, the importance of security and privacy of information has risen exponentially.

Privacy – Ah! How safe it sounds. How it allows you to sleep comfortably at night (and for most geeks than jocks, during the day). But, is ‘safe’ the right word to describe the current sphere of social networking? I doubt it. Present day social networks believe in the equality of all those that are a part of your network. One of the underlying principles of the same is sharing. The amount of privacy offered on social networking sites which thrive on the concept of sharing is highly debatable. Since the whole foundation of such an industry is to share with others to the maximum possible extent, privacy inevitably takes a backseat. Share as much as you can, as much as you can possibly imagine, with no strings attached, create your digital self and assign it a username and protect it with a password. Protect what’s not yours. Yes, you heard it right. The data is not yours, if not ethically, then legally for sure. And though “it’s complicated” as to who really does own that data, in almost all the cases, it’s not you for sure!

Data meant to be private should remain private!
Data meant to be shared, should be shared.
Data meant to be shared with specific people should be shared with specific people.

The three mantras are worthy of a mention and are the basic philosophy that should be followed in practice for any social networking site.

How often does one read the terms and conditions for an iPhone app before downloading? How often does one read the EULA (End User License Agreement) before investing in a cloud computing vendor? As end user security is compromised using fine print, privacy is no longer personalized. Or is it? Behold the arrival of a new era of social networking where you’re sold what you’re being told!

MyCube, the vanguard of this new era, is a Singapore based startup, and underlines the importance of privacy, ownership and control, by offering the end user an opportunity to share information across the web, but also offers them complete control of whom to share it with, when and on what terms. It stands firmly in the belief of the user being the proprietor of his/her data. No one but the user shall have the privilege of deciding the terms and conditions for the data he/she shares. (Sounds like sense to me!) This is in fact very logical. As information is mined off these websites to generate customized advertisements for revenue, the security risks being posed are far higher than we can imagine. Big social networking giants mine data from a user’s profile, which is in many cases is sold to an advertising firm compromising the ownership of the data. After all, an organization is making money on the basis of information that a user uploads on his/her profile is unethical and downright wrong.

Information today is freely available. Critical information shouldn’t be, unless, the author wants it to be. Here at MyCube, anyone who’s anyone can share personal data, be it pictures, videos, articles etc., give it away for free or charge for it in terms of ‘cubes’. And the user can attach payment values as low as a cent-- this payment technique devised by the MyCube developers is termed ‘nano-payment’. And there you go, the onus of sharing and its extent of visibility becomes the responsibility of the owner and this allows strict monitoring of the information by the owner. This novel idea effectively negates most of the prominent issues regarding the security and privacy of information and could well be the way of the future. TnC coupled with digital monetization is a step ahead for assurance of being secured. With MyCube ‘privacy’ shall mean privacy again.

Dadi & Vishal

2011-04-26T23:32:00.000+05:30

This goes out to my friend Vishal. You're always remembered my friend. A little something I've written for you, miss you everyday .. :( Happy birthday, here's hoping you're riding a bike with insane horse power and making God worry for you the way you made us.

Saale, tune call nai kiya yaar .. Main aur Appu tere call ka wait kar rae the saale :( Koi nai .. Jab milega tab wasool lunga :D Wahan upar sabka khayaal rakhna .. And say 'Hi!' to Dadi for me .. Tell her that I love her and I always keep her in my prayers everyday.. :)

Love ya Daadi .. :) Love ya Vish.. =)

Aaasmaan mein jitne taarein hain .. Sabse pyara unme se tu hai ..
Mera Dost .. Mera Yaar ..
Jo pal bitaye tere saath maine, woh mere sabse pyaare hain ..
Teri Yaad .. Tera pyaar ..
Yaad aati hai aaj bhi mujhko, teri woh pagli baatein ..
Yaad aata hai aaj bhi mujhko ..
Mera Dost.. Mera Yaar ..

Love You Bro .. =) Happy Birthday :) You're here (♥) always ..

The Endless Fight With The Sub-conscience Mind - Foolish

2011-02-18T00:53:00.000+05:30

Why is it, that sometimes, so trivial a stuff can hurt you? Why is it that you feel sad for your pathetic existence, feeling angry on a mirth-less yet delicate occasion? I had one of those feeling just a while back and hence this blog. I'm so glad, I have this.

Its really sad, how less we know the people around us, how much they don't share, how much they'd hide from you. But some don't mean you harm. Some do that, just so that they save you a headache, a punch on the wall, breaking of bones or intentional scratches. But how well do you receive such a gesture? Anger is the most obvious outcome of such a scenario.

Was the person wrong in holding back that one thing that could've hurt you - No!
Do you care he/she cared for you so much so as to lie/hide - No!
Are you angry - Hell Yeah!
Is this irrational - Yes!
Do you care - Bah! No.

Human behaviour is fun to administer, unless, you're the lab rat.
I hate it sometimes, but I don't want to. But then again, I can't help it.

Sinned Again.

2010-11-22T21:53:00.000+05:30

Dear Father,
Forgive me for I have sinned!

Yes, I have sinned. If not sinned then at least I'm stuck in this rut. And yes I have a confession too. I have this problem of 'not-letting-go'. Funny as it may sound, the fact that I'm writing this is in itself a classic example of the same. I had an argument. With a close friend. She pointed out this problem in me. Yes, I have 'it'! And someone she's annoyed with it.

So what if I didn't like something. I have to right to speak about it. And who would you, my dear reader, tell what you're feeling inside? A close friend, a lover, someone who you've spent ages with? Well, theoretically yes, but the sad thing about the practical world is that nothing in it seems whats written in the books.

1) Self-help books - fuck em'! Never works. And I'll shove it down the person who offers me one.
2) Mythological books - who knows what happened!
3) Fairy Tales - ah...don't even get me started on that
4) Science & Astronomy - Might make sense, but who's seen it for himself? Albert.. You listening?

Books & People say, 'real friends accept you for who you are'. I know for one thing that she's a real friend to me, that brings me to the conclusion that the before said is unfortunately bull's crap! Pardon my language, will you? I guess not, you don't wanna accept me for who I am. You want a version of me who suits you. A version, you think is the real me. A version, you might wanna stick on to, but will you go ahead with the real 'me'? Well, I'm still to find people who would.

Face it, we're humans, we have flaws. And because we're humans, we find flaws in others.

Sad... The world is. And this is my sad contribution to the already sad world.

Forgive Me Father,
For I have sinned.

The New Girl's Best Friend

2010-10-24T11:50:00.000+05:30

Diamonds are so old-school now! Women now prefer 'Tears'. Yes, tears. Who knew that the nasolacrimal duct aka the tear duct would take over the world someday. I for one, never did. Well, earlier known as the strongest weapon against mankind (after breasts ofcourse) women nowadays have learnt to tame the glands that secrete the transparent liquid-y anti-man-element. Be it any fight, be it any demand, we, the men shall serve.

Stuck in an argument ... Cry.
Know that you're wrong for doing something ... Cry - The saddest thing is that a man (usually) can't take his lady crying. Hence, he shall, forget all his anger, serve to all her demands. I feel bad for men. But I feel worse still for women because turns out they don't do all of this for pretense, they somehow have a very low threshold for grief. They can't take you on an argument. They sometime take every mundane event to heart, so much so, that it pains them to realize the minutest detail going wrong. The main culprit of the whole scenario is them, the women, caring too much for too little a thing. I respect women. And no matter what the crying is all about, I still care for the one I have.

I hope to find the mysterious of the female mind someday. I hope a lot of tried and their efforts have been in vain, but I still will give it a shot. If I ever write a book on it, I'll try and keep it simple. Till then, have a good one.

Ciao.

All It Takes To Reck A Car Is A Dumbass & A Second

2010-10-06T21:18:00.001+05:30

A Dumbass & A Second - We've got a lot of 'One Seconds', infact, we've got some 60 X 60 X 24 of it. Where the latter is the hard to find sometimes, thats where I come in. A day in my personal history which I'll always remember (and probably get chills) as 'the-day-I-wrecked-Dad's-car'. Man, I felt like jumping into the river so that it could take me to the land of no-four-wheel-drive! And no, thats not Iran/Iraq...well, maybe it is but thats not the point. The laws of physics does work and I practically experienced it when that 'thing' (often called 'circle') came right in front of my car. Now, I'm not saying that it was all the constructor's fault. Yes, I admit, I should have gone around it, but come on, gimme a break - I'm new to the whole four-wheel drive thing!

All that said, I can't explain how petrified/terrified/scarified/horrified I was after the whole incident. Its something like you're doing a decent 40 on your speedometer, singing songs which go something like 'la..lala..lalalal...lal...' and bam! there you go! done! finished! You car's a wreck. I can't ever ask more forgiveness from Dad. Lucky for me, He's (Dad, Yea, I refer to Mum & Paa in capital notation) super-duper cool! I'll never forget the first thing he asked me when I called him saying I wrecked his car. He said, "Nothing happened to you, right?"

Ah... How much I felt like crying. Well, Me, the protagonist aka Dumbass of the story learnt a valuable lesson (which I totally forgot, after the concussion). So on my ending note, I'd say, "Dad, I love You and I promise not to wreck Your car ever again!" (That is if He lets me drive His car ever again). Its funny how we, the children, fear Them, our Parents, when They see us with nothing other than love in Their eyes.

Thanks Dad. You are and always be my hero and I wanna be like You someday.

Exam Eve.. Ah..!!

2010-10-04T19:35:00.001+05:30

As we've approached the eve of my last sessionals-paper, I can't help but wonder all the other stuff around me. There's something about exam times, makes you find the amazing in mundane. I love it, how I like to clean, shave for a change, give clothes at the laundry, collect clothes from the laundry and what not. Mother would've been so proud! Anyways, to sum it up, I feel one must answer life's big question, find solutions to never ending problems, take major life altering decisions only when you've got a paper due tomorrow morning and you know nothing, I repeat, nothing about the subject.

Comprehendo!?

Now, to list a few stuff that I wanna do now but surprisingly won't do tomorrow same time is,

1) Go out into the night clicking pictures

2) Read about the sessional-paper I took today

3) Find out the Google-Story

4) Read the novel - 'Shantaram'

5) Clean my desk

6) Shave

7) Clean clothes at the laundry

This feeling of 'not-knowing' sets you free, to venture in the unknown, to try and figure out how you'll reach your goal. Isn't this the same way great Alexander felt before his first invasion (where-ever he went, whatever he conquered). Isn't this the same, the way great knights feel before heading over to rescue the princess, slay the dragon, bring honour to thy self. So hereon, I set to venture in my unknown, even though, I will not slay a dragon, I will not recieve a kiss from my the princess, but I'd sure fight my way to numerous sums, formulaes, slay some problems, get some marks (pun-intended :P ) and rush my way out to victory. Because, in the end it doesn't matter whether you won or lost. What matters is where's the booze party!

One thing I know I would love do for sure - be it a exam eve or not - is blog. Talking to my 15" Laptop screen, see words being formed on the screen, see my hands hovering over little (not so little, on a second thought) keys and write a piece of my mind. Ah... I like it!

Originals

2010-09-28T00:26:00.005+05:30

A lame attempt at lame jokes. I know. I should dig myself a hole and jump. I know the drill! I'm sure all you felt the same when you were at the receiving end .. So share the love/hate of poor and pathetic ones.

One should always find the mirth in mundane. You've got plenty of things going around to look at, think and have a laugh.

Don't ever get a tattoo of your Girlfriend's name - Tattoo removal surgery is pretty damn costly.

Who's stupid enough to leave a KFC - Chicken Leg Piece? - A Veggie

Gotta Keep Track! :)

Finders Keepers Losers Weepers

2010-09-15T22:56:00.001+05:30

Is it just me or is this really a conspiracy against everyone that has lost stuff. I mean, have it ever occurred to you guys that you'll always find people who have lost something rather than found something. The list of things that I've lost over my 20 years of existence varies from a 14-G Digi-Cam to a 4-bucks worth pencil. I've heard people always complaining of losing stuff but who gets it? I've never heard anyone say, 'I got a digital camera lying on the road, dude!'

How can it be that people are losing stuff without anyone getting it? Its breaking the usual nature of 'things' as we know it. What I want to know is, where is my camera, where is the pencil I lost, where is the note-book I used today in the class went? But these are the questions which are beyond human comprehension. Cause, there's always a higher force working - working to steal away your things ranging from mundane to extra-ordinary. If its gone, don't fret wondering how. Just accept it!

The Rate at which people are losing stuff is kinda too damn huge in comparison to the rate at which others are finding 'em. Sad but true.

Share the love.

Adious Amigos.

Bag Of Stuffs

2010-08-07T00:04:00.001+05:30

Its a funny world out there. Full of surprises, full of hopes, full of things you wanna do in life, things that you once wished you'd do for the rest of your life, things that you do now (one's that you long back craved a chance to do).. Life is funny and at times, its very distant in terms of people, in terms of the opportunities that you've come across. I love my life right now and I'd like to live it the way it is now. But eventually its gonna get better and for that to happen, its gotta worsen. Its true! Its not a lecture on life and how to live it. Its just plain fact that I've observed happening. And the 'worsening' part is not limited to your life being torn-ed to shreds, well in most cases, its not even close. The ass-whooping that we get comes in mysterious ways. Its a 70s conspiracy theory meet 90s assassination meet the present day 2012 theory. Hahaha..! Why bother if all this gonna end in 2012. Man! Isn't this all a waste, but a simple question makes you work hard, every day, it simply asks, 'What if..?' What if 2012 is a hoax? What if, this is not what you've wanted all along? What if this is not what you've dreamt all along? What if, there's something out there for you, something that you're still to discover? What if, you still await - The Calling.

This is what I love about blogging. A space, where there's a one-way communication. I know, what I wrote just now would have been plain crap! Could've been a series a discussion, one after the other, pointing out the irregularities of topics, the no-sense making sentences. But I love talking to a computer-screen sometimes, watching the words being written as I hit some keys on the keyboard. It makes me stop, stare and wonder sometimes how miraculous it is.

Its a nice night =)

The Extended Weekend

2010-07-29T00:06:00.002+05:30

Never though it would be this much fun, never thought this nostalgia will come knocking 'this' door. But it happened and I want to make this official by writing it down here, so that we read, remember and whenever and that is if, we forget read again and again and love the 'love' we shared.

Day 1 - Jul 24-Jul 25 : Yes, Day was two days. heehee..sounds funny but is true. Nandi hill started off at 03:30 am in the morning. With the better part of the day spent sleeping. Nandi Hills - The paramount of the trip. Man it was freakin' chilly. Had an awesome time with the rain, the clouds, the loving company. Later the same night, we were joined by the duo - Franky & Shilpz.

Day 2 - Jul 26 : Monday : 'Baba' bought this amazing looking stud shoes. Great thing being he bought another for his dad. Now that's awesome. Sad that he lost and was the lowest scorer in the amazing bowling sessions we had at amoeba. DDR declared me and Appu as legends. I still don't get it how my bhangra did the trick. ZeroG was a surprise with only we 10 at the dance floor, we had it exclusive ;) Getting caught was never this fun. With an attitude like Franky's, the bouncer stepped short of chucking out of the club. Head-banging was never this fun. The only glitch was us missing Lasagne at 'The Only Place' :(

Day 3 - Jul 27 : Tuesday : Wonderla babey! What else can say apart from the fact that, it made Vish's & mine fever turn the other way round on the thermometer. It started off from 101, slid down to 100 after the first ride, and normal after the second. What better way to end the day then to head to the 'kohinoor' restaurant for the showdown of mouth-watering food. The settlement session was headed by our very own 'Randi-Orton' - who is now our official

Day 4 - Jul 28 : Wednesday : Nostalgia - The 'love', the 'brotherhood', the 'company', the 'sharing', the 'laughter', the 'crying', the 'fighting', the 'running', the 'screaming', the 'enjoyment', the 4-days is making me write this. I love you guys. I love you all. Missing you all.

Baba
Franky
Chamar
Akki
Randi Orton
Abhi
Appu
Aunty
Chammo
khooshhh-boo

The New Kid In The block! - roopit.com

2010-06-21T00:31:00.000+05:30

Came across this website called roopit.com and its been a surprisingly nice 'finding'. What more can you wish for when you're at your wit's end hoping to get that one thing you've been craving for, well, roopit is the solution to your problems. Its indeed a pain to go through classifieds, instead how about an electronic version where they let you go through tagged items of interest. Give the seller a call, if you like what you see and bam! there you are, all done, its as simple as that! The only thing missing in the venture is the fact that its local, because the site has immense potential to go national and even global. I'm sure its on Shivku's things-to-do list. For all those who don't know him, Shivku is the founder of roopit.com. He's been previously involved with Yahoo! & Flipkart. Where everyone knows the former, the latter is quite a successful venture in itself.
With this I wish the roopit team best wishes.
Ciao.

Hobby Personified

2010-06-12T03:37:00.003+05:30

I've compiled together a collection of pictures I've clicked last month. I loved to explore the limitless-ness of Nikon D90 - Awesome camera!

Red

2010-06-11T12:20:00.000+05:30

Red is Sexy
Red is Evil

Weird. As if the Modern Sexy is Evil Personified.

Blood & The Smiley Ball

2010-06-11T12:15:00.000+05:30

Our college has these periodical arrangements for blood donation camps, as if, they themselves don't suck it enough. Well, I'm not a big fan of 'blood', looks good on the TV, sounds cool when you're hearing gunshots, but the real story is something different. Still, with the pure intention of bunking the class and a tiny inner gleam of community work, I set off for the mission to donate blood. The proceedings followed the usual and before I knew it, my veins (or arteries, whatever) were pumping blood out of my hand through a needle that was IN me, and as if to mock me, "the-modern-vampire-blood-suckers" aka the Doctors gave me a ball with a smiley on it to squeeze to keep the flow continous, I didn't get this, I didn't understand what was the hurry about? I mean, I was there, I had no intention of going back to the stupid-boring-lecture, why was the ball required??

Ironical enough, blood was being sucked away from my body as that useless Smiley-Ball started me straight into the eye. What all stuff you've gotta do to bunk a lecture.

Peace Out!

Mundane.

2010-04-10T03:44:00.002+05:30

January 09, 2010

03:30 AM

I was watching ‘How I Met Your Mom’ the other day and came across and very interesting fact. Have you ever noticed how sure people are when they’re talking about some event from the past. For instance, they’d say, ‘A funny thing happened to me three years ago..’ or ‘Yeah, I remember, I met this girl two years back in the winter of 2007’, or sometimes as absurd as, ‘She was my mom’s friend and nine years back she and I played poker’. Well, what I don’t get is how people are so certain of the time an event took place. When, this not-so-relevant thing popped in my head, I tried to look back at the week and tried to visualize what I did last Thursday, the only thing popped in my mind was..

…

Well, total darkness, apart from the touch of mundane gaiety. I hope this doesn’t mean that I live an irksome life; it is just that I don’t seem to remember the day, unless something extra-ordinary happens unlike my ‘worthy’ counterpart Ted, Lily, Marshall, Barney & Robin. Ah…Robin! When I look back at the year 2009, I recall a handful of great experiences with great friends, Friends who were a surprise. People, who I never thought I’d be so good friends with. It was a surprise – a good one. When I look back I see my ultimate party weekend, the sandy beaches, the unending booze night, great company, awesome dance floor, chaos that ruled our time. It was a lifetime, it was ‘real’. To this day, I wonder, how things would have been if not like this. I’m happy about the turn of events. And for this, I thank Him. Whosoever is ‘up’ there, sure loves each one of us. Some realize this, some fail to. I pray for the once who are still blind to His light.

Its 3:40 AM in the morning and I feel I should close now.

It’s Been a good day. Miss Ma & PA. Love 'em :)

All That Jazz.

2010-04-10T03:32:00.000+05:30

Shakespeare said, “If music be the food of love, play on… Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken and so die…”

Music soothes the soul, they say, and for once, “they” are right. Some song in your mp3 player shall certainly catch your mood! Be it love’s first brush or just a crush, when your insides feel like slush and you start to love mush, what do you love to do more than listen to soft romantic numbers? And then again, be it a broken heart or a broken watch, the one thing that can help you beat the blues is music.

Like spice is to food, music is to life. It is the colouring vital to life’s otherwise black and white dreariness. Music has a tendency to turn into noise so it must be handled carefully.

Music is one of man’s oldest forms of expression. It is a primal instinct. Drums were as integral to ancient African tribal rituals as they are to the latest post-modern hard rock number. Its musical preference is a defining characteristic of every generation. Be it Hindi Cinema or World Music, each decade in the past fifty years or so has been marked with a particular brand of music, and often even one or two music directors/singers/songwriters who were the face of music in that era. We even categorize people depending upon the kind of music they listen to and love: the rap players, the hard-metal lizards, the classical freaks, the rock stars and so on and so forth.

Music is the friend who completely understands you. When surrounded by it, you can hear it echo your pain, your hurt, your anger, your confusion, your sorrow, your guilt, your madness, your ecstasy or even your indescribable joy. I can bet you’ll find your soul mate somewhere on the road between Beethoven and The Beatles. Whether you like the volume pumped up, blasting your eardrums (and those of your roomie, wingie, et al) as you head bang to every beat, or you prefer lying on the soft grass in isolation from the world with only an apple and an iPod for company, music stirs your soul.

PS : Thanks Beej :) - I so love ya .. . .

The Ugly Truth!?

2010-03-05T23:00:00.003+05:30

Dear Female Readers,

If you've seen the movie - 'The Ugly Truth' then you'd be made to feel that all we men want is a good ol'...err... since that’s not the point here, I'd say, we want time when we're part of an argument. We won't talk about it because we're upset and we won't stand any cheering up either, infact an attempt upsets us further. The fact that we need time is because we need time to sort things out and realise we've been a fool, a fool to disrespect our women, the one who cares for us the most. When that happens then it comes around.

Now if our ladies become all quiet and serious after the ‘not’ so successful attempt to cheer us up, then we’d feel lower still thinking that we upset you’ll too! The thing is, men don't want anyone to comfort 'em, specially their leading ladies you know... We’re all butch, 6-pack, Frank Miller's 300 version of Leonidas (which I feel Gerard Butler did awesome-ly). So sometimes, the comforting, especially of the kiddie kind is bound to tickle our anti-funny bone.

Now, you’d deliberately argue saying, “so SAY that, just say that you want to think stuff over inside your head and then calm down and then talk”. But we won’t! We men are the self-proclaimed version of the alpha and the omega; we won't justify 'stuff' to the apparent 'weaker sex', let alone explain! That’s probably because we don’t know what the ‘stuff’ is and when asked you ladies simply answer ‘things’ which are again a bigger mystery and we, by this time regret facing a mystery far more treacherous and inevitably un-important, and that pisses us even further. Grrr...!!

As I’ve understood from Mel Gibson’s ‘What Women Want’ is the fact that even women themselves don’t know what they want and men apparently know what they want, but we won't tell because if we do, you'd know ‘the’ secret and then we won't be the so-called 'stronger sex'. With this thought, I’d like to pull my hair and run around in circles.

Till next time. Ciao!

PS : I’ve been using ‘Ciao’ quite often since the time I realised that it is Ciao and not ‘Chow’, the prior looks cooler.

Adious.

Vanilla Twilight 2

2010-02-28T22:33:00.000+05:30

Tonight, I'll sit under the sky,

I won't say cause it takes two to whisper,

I'll miss your hand in mine,

Where they belong..

I'll find repose in new ways,

I'll wait..I'll wait..

Till you come and have me..

As many times I'll blink,

I'll think of you tonight..

With You I don't feel alone

Who is the weaker sex!?

2010-02-24T00:02:00.001+05:30

A girl-friend of mine asked me whether it is okay for a guy to keep insulting you in a sarcastic way, constantly saying that you’re boring, not appreciating the efforts you’ve put in towards a relationship and is sarcastically rude most of the time.

To this I’d say, yes, it is indeed perfectly natural. Now, I am no psychiatrist but I’m a man of logic and science. And to this I put forward this explanation. Enjoy!

Men need to know that they are superior to the weaker sex. Although, what I feel that, men have been under the false notion that they, rather we, are the stronger sex, as I strongly feel that, the weaker sex is actually the stronger sex because they are apparently the weakness of the stronger sex, hence, you ladies have been very cunning all these years. We’ve been fooled all these years, centuries even. It is times like these that the famous Doordarshan slogan ventures my mind, ‘Jaago Grahak Jaago’.

So, the thing is, yes, in a relationship, men insult women, casually of course, about trivial things cause they want to know that they hold ground. They insult their better half, in turn, the 'weaker' sex, being as always, cunning, keeps them under the impression, whoops, false impression to be precise, that they're the one leading and when the time comes, bam!! They’re all over you, because God gave the 'weaker' sex a too-good weapon to tackle the still weaker, i.e., the stronger sex! And that weapon my friend has led to the demise of great kingdoms, it was why, Antony fell for Cleopatra, it was why Paris fought for Helen and many more tales, some known, some not spoken of and some in the making.

So it is high time that we change the current trend and make this sexiest society a better place to live. There are plenty many instances where I feel, we need to bring about change:

1. Allow Men’s night (free entry) in clubs

2. Make Gilette Shave Gel Ad free of Women

3. Make a separate section that says ‘MEN ONLY’ in all public buses

4. As stated well by Saif Ali Khan in the movie ‘Love Aaj Kal’ (which I felt was an awesome movie, however, many friends of mine disagree to the extent that they’d kill me if I publicize this) that the name of the ‘Girl’ always comes first in a desi love story.

While, there are plenty many instances to this partial menace, I’d limit myself to these many only. With this my dear reader, I’d put the panel of decision in your hands, be the voice of reason and decide for yourself, who is the weaker sex!?

Saint Valentines Day

2010-02-15T00:09:00.000+05:30

I'd say I've had a great day. There's nothing better than good friends, an outdoor outlet of CCD sipping 'Eskimo Cold Coffee' on a sunday evening. It was an amazing day. A day with no flaws.
Happy valentines Day all!
Long Live The Love :)
PS : Thanks for a wonderful day Appu, Shilpz N Rishi (long live our bromance) :P

To Something Different :)

2010-02-14T00:18:00.000+05:30

Today is something! Today is different. Well everyday is, but it is somehow 'different'. I'm loving it. Maybe, thats because, I got a personel internet connection and with it I can surf the internet sitting in my room and having the world at my finger tips or should I say 'my keypads'. I'm loving it. I have plans...
Too many..
Too many to keep account of..
So I got myself sticky notes and they keep sticking to my desktop! This is amazing. Technology is awesome.

Well, I'd like to mention every thing I've set to achieve with this new 'power' I've bequeathed, expect nobody had to die after I did get it.. :)
1.Web Dev
2.Design
3.Facebook :P
4. .. .
5.. . .
6.In the making...

Ah...I know it sounds lame, specially after the second point. But I hope it goes good hereon. I'm counting on it. Too many strings attached to this.

With this, I wish everyone Happy Valentines' Day.
Ciao :)

Me and My Jeans.

2010-01-12T07:52:00.001+05:30

Me and My favourite pair of Jeans.

Pre-Script : I promise I’ll K.I.S.S.

I can’t tell you what we both have been through, countless seasons, numerous years, mom’s constant ranting about how hidious my ‘buddy’ (and me in it) looks. But I love it, not only because of the fact that its just the most awesom-est piece of clothing ever but also the fact that Mom doesn’t realise my attachment to MY favourite denim. And I can never try and explain how many unforgettable experiences and bewildering entourage of unending ‘good times’ (as I like to call it) it holds in its every thread.

We’ve been together for some 5 years now, give or take, yet I never get tired of putting it on and going about my mundane activities. It gives me immense pleasure, just to feel the divine yarn that God Himself created with ample time so that it could unleash upon the world a high degree of…

Wait for it..

‘Awesome-ness’

Yeah, too much ‘Barney’ these days. For those who, saw the above expression completely pointless, just ignore it, it’s a little something from a TV series called ‘How I met your Mom’.

Well, back to my jeans. Its fading away into the oblivion and so I planned a tribute to make myself feel happy for the good times that we had together and the so hopefuly awe-aspiring time it’ll have in the future to come. To name a few of our experiences would be unjust to all the others, so I’ll keep my huss. With this, I immortalize you! Be cool, be Awesome! I would have sung you a lullaby but its getting dark now and I’ve got to go.

With this I’ll end my tribute to my friend, to my partner in crime, my accomplice, my friend in time of need.

Post-Script : Also, I kept my promise to (K)eep (I)t (S)hort & (S)weet.

An Inconvenient Truth - Al Gore

2009-03-19T22:31:00.000+05:30

How many of us have seen the presentation by Al Gore on 'Global Warming'??

I know for one thing that I have and I would like to take the opportunity of thanking him for his meticulous efforts. I also urge everybody who's a member of this 'conscious' community (we like calling 'earth-conscious') to take some time out of their busy schedule and watch the presentation named, 'An Inconvenient Truth'.

Check ou this link - It'll take hardly a couple of mins and some bandwidth of your internet service, thank God youtube.com reduces media download :)

Its called "An Inconvenient Truth Trailer"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wnjx6KETmi4

The officail site to this global concerned issue is http://www.climatecrisis.net/aboutthefilm/

It won't hurt you to watch it, it'll clear most of your doubts about global warming and its after effects, those that concern us and most parts of the world. We are at the brink of our downfall and if we don't stop this space ship we call earth won't give us the free ride its been giving for long. There's no such thing as free lunch and we must realize that as soon as possible before the time bomb explodes.

Adious and Happy Living - Hoping that the days don't get hotter!

Just one Earth

2009-03-19T22:19:00.000+05:30

"Will we arise in our time at the dawn of another meaning?
Will we awake at the break of a Great Hosanna?"

- From the song 'Great Hosanna' by Kula Shaker

"There is no such thing as a free lunch." Most people would not think to apply this idiom to the health of the planet. But as one of biologist Barry Commoner reminds us that "Everything is connected with everything else" and "Everything goes somewhere", it is about time that we realize where 'we' are heading! We need to realize the fact that things we do is a threat to man's only home.

We are astronauts—all of us. We ride a spaceship called Earth on its endless journey around the sun. This ship of ours is blessed with life-support systems so ingenious that they are self-renewing, so massive that they can supply the needs of billions. But sadly, for centuries we have taken them for granted, considering their capacity limitless.

Scientists agree that we are in trouble. Unless we stop abusing our vital life-support systems, they will fail. We must maintain them, or pay the penalty. The penalty is death!

Each of us holds a different key to unlocking a common solution and clearing the smog of ignorance that hangs heavy over the future of our existence.