So, everyone's gazing at the screen trying to identify 'their' own and give themselves time for get excited to the point of delirium. Not actually having looked directly at the screen, I thought it was a nice quaint system in place. Then with time on my hands and nothing to do(you can only read the print on a Coke can so many times and have so many chicken puffs), I decided to try to figure out how far back the cameras had been mounted by gauging the time it took for one to appear on screen to actually emerge in the flesh. Identifying a few distinct shapes on screen (not what you're thinking, more like a bright orange/pink shirt), I waited expectantly for them to appear...and...nothing. Maybe i missed them. Repeated process for another set of viewables (this time zeroing in on a caucasian family with the head of the household sporting a beard to make any of our 'holy' men envious)...and again...nothing. Just when you start to wonder whether the people actually coming out had done my 'subjects' in and whether there was something dastardly in progress, it strikes you...the camera is not trained on terminal 2C but on the other arrival terminal, 2A! Just imagine the sick mind that could come up with that...
Saturday, October 28, 2006
The disappearing passenger mystery
So, everyone's gazing at the screen trying to identify 'their' own and give themselves time for get excited to the point of delirium. Not actually having looked directly at the screen, I thought it was a nice quaint system in place. Then with time on my hands and nothing to do(you can only read the print on a Coke can so many times and have so many chicken puffs), I decided to try to figure out how far back the cameras had been mounted by gauging the time it took for one to appear on screen to actually emerge in the flesh. Identifying a few distinct shapes on screen (not what you're thinking, more like a bright orange/pink shirt), I waited expectantly for them to appear...and...nothing. Maybe i missed them. Repeated process for another set of viewables (this time zeroing in on a caucasian family with the head of the household sporting a beard to make any of our 'holy' men envious)...and again...nothing. Just when you start to wonder whether the people actually coming out had done my 'subjects' in and whether there was something dastardly in progress, it strikes you...the camera is not trained on terminal 2C but on the other arrival terminal, 2A! Just imagine the sick mind that could come up with that...
Monday, October 23, 2006
Confession
Sunday, October 22, 2006
should the best man always win?
Friday, October 20, 2006
Operation: Diamondrocket
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Saturday, October 14, 2006
man overboard!
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
spurt
Thats not to say that .coms with a reputation for candid reviews don't sell their souls. cnet.com being one such example, up until a couple of years ago that site would be my go-to for reviews on any new laptop/cell phone/thingamajig. Then it went through a revamp post-broadband where the site was suddenly only about ads in streaming video that played inexorably before taking you to the contents. The real-estate on the site too went through major overhauls with sponsor logos sliding and pirouetting all over the place. The reviews started to get suspect when a couple of laptops I'd seen in action and knew to be expensive paper-weights (and extremely weighty ones at that) were rated as 'Outstanding' with the 'Editor's Choice' accreditation and everything while some very decent models were panned. Today, you see prominent 'Advertisement' panels with makers like Dell and HP right under articles called 'Cnets top ten laptops'...and they're not lying, they are certainly their top ten. Only means more work for the likes of me when it comes to tft-matrix-shopping (as opposed to window) shopping for the latest 9MP reality-captured-breathtakingly-onto-screen monster from Canon(oh yeah...)/Nikon(umm..ok...am listening)/Sony(yeah right!)
Damn! so much keyboard diarrhoea...must be the hangover from singing along to 'chubte kaaten yaadon ke...daaman se...chunta hoon...' in the car on my way home yesterday...god bless ipods and audio-in jacks in car stereos...
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
meter down...stay down
Sunday, October 01, 2006
Naggon motherships and spaceman Spiff
1. A voice cackles in his radio. "Enemy Fighters at two o'clock". The taciturn response "Roger, What should i do until then?"
2. The valiant spaceman Spiff is led by his captors to a secret dungeon to be debriefed. Little do they realize that our hero doesn't wear briefs *evil smirk*
3. Looking at his dinner..."Can i have a different plate mom?, somebody puked on mine"
4. "Life should be like TV. All problems should be solved in 30 minutes with simple homilies. Weight and oral hygiene should be the biggest concerns. We should all have powerful, high-paying jobs and fancy sports cars. Women should alwayswear tight clothes and men should carry powerful handguns. Life overall should bemore glamourous, thrill-packed, and filled with applause"....*deep thought*..."Of course,if life was really like that, what would we watch on TV?!"
and the biggest pearl of wisdom...
5. "There's never enough time to do all the nothing you want...
Every now and again, I dip into voluminous tomes of knowledge to extract life-lessons...and rarely do you come across as many as in this work of excellence..."The Calvin and Hobbes Lazy Sunday Book". Thanks S. Been a long time since I laughed this hard while flipping pages, except when leafing through brochures at the Honda showroom and looking at EMIs payable.
Been an eventful week what with Navratri and all the associated joys of loudspeakers and loud gujju music accompanied with hundreds of gaudily dressed individuals jostling shoulder-to-shoulder moving in some semblance of rhythm to the pious tunes of "Thandi hawa bhi khilaaf Sasuri..." . Of course, it can't all be song and dance, so there was my first major presentation to the president of HR. Also, I now have my own hunk of metal to contribute to all the greenhouse gases and global toasting (no, not a honda, but from the quintessential indo-jap small-car maker...the swift. Will undoubtedly have more to say about it once I've had the chance to do more than use it as temporary accomodation while idling in traffic. And if things go completely awry (read: if S has her way), might even end up with a name for it.
For now, gotta go get started on that electrified barbed wire fence made of titanium alloy around my ride...