tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146516912011-12-22T11:19:42.168+05:30I try to be Calvin... but end up being Hobbes!Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13534662122133917059noreply@blogger.comBlogger491100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14651691.post-25806783135329876752011-12-04T00:42:00.001+05:302011-12-04T00:54:17.184+05:30

The writer throws his story "Sir, the hero then cracks the ribs of 20 people with a single punch". The ageing superstar replies "This wont work at all. There is no sword fight scene in the climax" "But Sir, the hero is a Police Officer. From where will he get a sword?" "Hmm, you have a point here. Then he can have the sword as some ancestral heirloom" "But Sir, how can he have a heirloom?

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Fourteen years ago, one fine Saturday morning I opened Times of India to find this cartoon strip for the first time. I had never laughed so hard at a cartoon before. It was crisp, it was witty and it was hands down funny! Its been fourteen years, and there has not been a single day since Calvin and Hobbes has not enriched my life. Today I have the entire collection in soft copy, all the books in

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The time of the formula masala movies in Bollywood is over! No more 'boy meets girl, they fall in love, shit happens, they separate, but love heals all but not before 15 songs, 10 fights, 6 arguments, 3 rapes, 2 accidents, 1 prayer and oh yes! 20 more songs'. The time of the new hero has come in Bollywood. He aint no rippling muscle hunk or the chocolate boy next door or some producer's son who

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I have been in Mumbai for five years now. Have been driving for three. I have driven and ridden - in the scorching Mumbai summer, in the unforgiving torrential rains, along the potholed highways, over the innumerable flyovers, waited countless minutes at the irritating signals, dodged insouciant jaywalkers, BEST buses, greedy maamas, check nakas and the whole jazz. I can say, with some amount of

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How many birthday reminders do we see every morning when we log into Facebook! The standard operating procedure then kicks in. Open every person's profile who has his/her birthday on a different tab, type any of the following generic wishes applicable to any age, any sex or any relation: 'Hey Happy Birthday' / 'Many happy returns of the day' / 'Have a great day and fantastic year' / 'Here's

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******************* Spoiler Alert ********************Got a chance to watch Amol Gupte's 'Stanley ka Dabba' last Sunday. If you recall, Amol Gupte was the scriptwriter for Aamir Khan's 'Taare Zameen Pe'. There were some ugly rows between the two, with Amol accusing Aamir of hijacking the script and direction, which ensured ample coverage on Page 3. This time however, Gupte ensures that he

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It was the only time that some thing else replaced it. At the time of Napolean Bonoparte when Aluminum was just discovered and considered so rare, he had his 100 most revered guests served with Aluminum cutlery. The rest of the lesser mortals were served in just gold plates. Of course it just took another 10-15 years for gold to win back its ....err.... gold medal." I just got my year end bonus.

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Its been just over three years since my last blog. Over the three years, I haveGotten marriedWorked in two great companies Made a lot of good friendsSeen the great PyramidsBought a flat and a piece of landPorted from Airtel to VodafoneChanged four housesPut on twenty kilosLost a dear auntBeen gifted an Enfeild \m/Finally started my dream movie collectionSpotted a tiger in the wildGot malaria 3

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Obviously the dad loves his son. So what does he do when he comes home from a trip? Buys him a cool mobile ofcourse! And from then on things go downhill for the daddy dearest cause the son is lost in the world of wireless fantasy with a myriad things to do. Its a good story to build an ad around. Unfortunately, the ad had something else in the offing. They wanted to show that the dad is

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This is a crap blog. If you are looking to gain something out of this stop right here. I am just writing this cause I am in a state of mind which does not fall into any particular category. These random electric impulses in my head need a conductor with low ohmic values. Ah that is where my blog comes into play. But i don't like calling it my blog. It doesn't have a personal touch. So at this

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I have seen Marine drive in Mumbai at various points in time. Early morning 4 AM when there are none but stray dogs, beat cops or the incorrigible insomniacs; the middle of the afternoon, with the hot Mumbai sun beating down on the sticky necks; the pleasant evenings with the cool sea breeze flowing though your hair; late nights with the neon lights courting the curving road....but never had I

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She crossed the road. Stood in front of the place for a while. Opened the door. Then on there was a marked difference in her body language. It was more tentative, more skeptical. She braved on. Went in. She was all alone in the scary room. There was deadly silence within. broken only by the slow drone of the AC flannels. She looked back through the glass door for reassurance. Got none. The huge

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Easy question. How to you think world peace can be achieved?Nuclear disarmamentDestroy WOMDMitigate religious intoleranceRemove political and national boundariesMake UN a super powerKill all extremists! (What a paradox!)Call for Gandhi to be reincarnatedMake 'Imagine' by John Lenon the national anthem of the worldWell, you are wrong if you have picked any of these solutions above. Dont judge me,

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Steve Webb, 42, a British member of Parliament for over ten years now, logged on to open his Facebook account. Facebook refused access telling that it had received complaints that 'he did not exist'! For a passionate advocate of online networking it came across as an ironic awakening for Webb. Within a few hours friends set up a Facebook group called "Steve Webb is real!" which attracted more

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Now, lemme think. I have been caught by the cops several times, but to reassure the skeptics those cops have all been of the traffic breed. My crime kitty includes over speeding, driving through a one way and not having a valid emission certificate for my car. The only interaction with the other kind has been when I was in the police station for my passport. I came very close day before in having

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I am going to turn 26 day after tomorrow. So for the 26th time in my life I am going to feel damn good about myself on 16th December and hope that life will get better by the the next birthday! There has obviously been a pattern to the way my birthdays have been celebrated over the last many years. Let me show you my evolution!-> Year 1: The Big OneI am assuming would have been the biggest, cause

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How many times do you come across stuff that you read and go "damn! that is so very very very well written!!". I come across it EVERYDAY! Cause every day I make it a point to read Scott Adam's blog, irrespective of how time pressed I am. Scott Adams, for those who aren't into cartoons, is the creator of 'Dilbert', the worlds most worshipped office satire character ever!Now why is the blog so

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“What is that thing in the world, Oh son of Kunti, which is fleeter than the blowing wind?” “The human mind.” -Yaksha Prashna, Mahabharata It is four in the morning. I am not asleep. There are too many things in my head. I have tried to flush them out repeatedly, but to no avail. I don’t like this. I don’t like the idea of not being in control of my thoughts. It’s very unsettling. There are

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If you look closely at my previous posts, most of them have been posted late in the evening or in the night. Now with that piece of information, the natural question that would pop up is "why is it in the middle of the afternoon this time?". Well, the answer is quite simple actually. I am sitting in class. The lecture is so boring that if the voice was recorded and played back to the prof, he

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I sling my bag over my shoulder and put on my headphones. Its time to go back to the hostel. I switch on my Creative and Floyd comes out to soothe my mind. My mind is like a cat on a hot tin roof. It moves around too much, it jumps places, it comes out with some serious shit that time and again takes me by surprise. So, i need Floyd. Music and badminton, I think are the only two things that ease

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Every time I listen to Jim Morrison, I am transported to some other world... and I cant decide which is better, the haunting music or the profound lyrics! Felt i had to just write about it when Winamp honoured me with "Break on through"....You know the day destroys the nightNight divides the dayTried to runTried to hideBreak on through to the other sideBreak on through to the other sideBreak on

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I know! You are thinking shouldn’t it be the science of report writing? How come I have classified it as art? Well it just takes about an year of B school living to bring you to this stage. You realize there are some things that can be done methodically, mechanically just like filling up some bland template. But there are others, where your creativity comes forth, like a specialist chef preparing

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We were ten of to start with. Then Lamp had something coming up, Kouki fell ill, Amshu had an emergency, Koba had work and Bobby had relatives coming home. So it was left to only five of us. Vishwas, my cousin, his classmate Deepak, both of them doctors just passing out of college, Dubuk my pal from IBM, Muppy from the good ole TCS days and yours truly. And the mission set to conquer was Kumara

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Its been a while since I have blogged. And what is the reason for that you may ask. I have loads of lame excuses to give. No Time, I am doing my MBA or I utilize my time better doing more productive work or some crap like that. But to be honest there are no excuses. Its just plain sloth. So what do I blog about I am wondering. So much has happened over the past one year, I dont know where to

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Disclaimer: " This post may seem a little vague for you to comprehend, but dontcha worry! Cause it has been written to be vague for non PGP1 junta!" :DA for ADMAP-> The administrative context, role, strategy and structure. Period!B for Bistro-> Of masala chais, Santosh, lime juices and poisson intervalC for Chaskar-> Cause there can be no one else! Duhh!D for Dataserver-> Thought of putting DCP

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I go out to stand near the door. I have always loved standing at the door of a moving train. It gives a feeling unmatched by anythign else. I love the wind hoing in my ears, hair spraying all over my eyes and watching the whole world pass by as a dream. I feel good. I feel alive.I hold the bars at the door tighter as the speed picks up. The dull suburbs of the city make have made way to teh

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Great movies always give me goosebumps. I guess it does for everybody. But the concept of what makes a movie great differs from person to person. I usually prefer offbeat movies, movies which are slow, with a heavy theme, intense characters, subtle undertones....the list is endless.A Clockwork Orange is one such movie which I chanced upon in college. The opportunity cost of watching a two hours

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My Schedule for this week.Tests and assignments:11th - A Probable quiz by SD on hypothesis testsing. 10 mins. Make template.12th - Submit People and Performance assignnment - Kirk Stone Case13th - Opearations Management Test - 4 Chapters from Chase and 1 by Fitzsimmons14th - IT in Business - Level 1 and 2 DFD groupwork submission15th - Communication Skills - Report writing assignement ( 25%

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As an initial disclaimer let me categorically state that I do not drink and whiskey here has got nothing to do with alcohol! Whiskey is my friend. Lets call this good friend of mine X. ( duhhh... I cant gv u the real name! ) . So whiskey is like a secret identity thingy that X has and its a lil secret only we share. More like Calvin and Spaceman Spiff ! :)So this whiskey character was quite a new

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I could never learn tables beyond 10.I could never mug up the points for the 5 year plans.I could never correctly remember which Moghul emperor came after whom.I could never calculate the molarity of a chemical correctly.I could never appriciate the 'beauty' of algebra, however hard my teachers tried.I could never mug up anything beyond the 'Rama shabda' properly.I could never draw the butterfly

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After many rounds of mailing and arguing, we finally landed up in Kodachadri for the 2 day trek. Kodachadri is 11 Kms from the holy city of Kollur,Shimogga. The trek is arnd 7-8 kms totally and the terrain is moderately difficult. From the starting point an hour and a half's trek will take you to a small dingy hotel where u can refill. And from then on its a trek of arnd 2-3 hrs depending on the

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A priest goes to a barber for a shave. While shaving the barber says "You know I think there is no God in this world!". A little offended, the preist asks him why. "You see IF there were a God, there wouldnt have been so much pain and suffering in this world". The priest doesnt says anything, pays his bill and moves out. After a cpl of months, the barber sees the priest on the road. He has long

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Every one has his or her own place in office. The big bosses hv their rooms, the aam junta cubicles, the receptionist has the lobby, the blah blah blah. But if there is one place which belongs to noone and everyone is the lift. Its a really funny place to err..hang out.Based on the lift mentality, there are 3 kinds of junta in office. First are the "

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Some wise guy told " A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken."For the past one week I :-> Got up at six in the morning to prepare my brother's lunch box.-> Dropped him to the school bus daily.-> Made our beds.-> Went out to buy milk and curd.-> Took the trash out.-> Stashed old newspapers and magazines in the

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I had been to one of the institutes yesterday to recruit some freshers into our company as contractors. Conducting interviews, I must admit is one of the most intriguing and refreshing experiences one can have while working. That it allows you to pander to your sadistic impulses is also another big plus of doing them. Here are some of the snippets from yesterdays comdey of errors."Hi. I am

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I dread weddings. After the 'K' soaps on cable TV I think they are the most boring ordeals on earth. God!I dont even want to think about a wedding in those soaps ! Anyway I was asked to apply a couple of days leave this month to attend my cousins wedding and I was left with no other choice but to capitulate.The first thing I have to brace myself against in any wedding is the army of Kangevaram

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" While there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes. there is another in whichit proves how little our eyes permit us to see."-Dorothea Lange, (1895-1965) Photgrapher.Indira Mariyappan (by Arko Dutta)The fateful day of December26th, 2004 the great Tsunami struck the coasts of Cuddalore. Indira mourns the loss of her sister-in-law

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NostalgiaFloat purple in the airI try to writeThis mess off my head.No poet am I!Just a thoughtafloat....A bubbleThat refuses to burst.

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I finish playing my badminton for the day. Head back home. Switch on my Creative Zen and clamp the earbuds. James Hetfield blares into my ears. I sing along.On a long and lonesome highway east of omahaYou can listen to the engines moaning out as one note songYou think about the woman or the girl you knew the night beforeBut your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always doWhen you’re

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Its evening. The world has turned into a shade of light orange. The electricity in the air is palpable. The wind which was gentle now picks up speed. The clothes hung on the neighbour's roof flutter wildly, wanting to break free. The birds start chirping excitedly. The old newspaper man on the road quickens his pace. I rush to the balcony, leaving behind the book in my hand. The wind chime in our

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"Why dont u get ur hair straightened?" quipped my old pal Tejas! "hmmm..straighten my hair..never occured to me before !"..wht the hell...no harm in trying I thought! ( but wht did I know!)My sense of fodeboring should have picked up when I saw the name of the place. It was not Style Saloon or Citizen hair stylers..it was XYZ Men's parlour!! why parlour!?? I had bnever been to any parlour or

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Invictus by William Ernest Henley; 1849-1903 Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the horror of the shade, And yet the

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"This is a high priority issue. The deadloack in the database is occuring repeatedly. If this continues we might end up losing the contract. What we can address right now............."I'm staring hard into my monitor... Can hear the buzz of the processor...Or is it in my head? Someones mobile jars out a sad version of "Bin Tere Sanam"... I look around. Blank faces are relfected on screens all

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Yesterday, I woke up with my blood boiling. The previous week had played host to a series of events which questioned my worth in many different things. So I decided "THATS IT! No more will I be a loser, No more a wimp, No more a pushover, No more a non entity! No more will I be told wht to do! Yes Sir! Meet the new, confident, succesful me!"I wanted to enjoy the morning with the paper and a

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Hello pheephul..... Encouraged by the high levels of joblessness at office, occurrences of interesting events and in pursuit of the eternal quest of clearing the mess upstairs, I have decided to start blogging again. If u r down ,sad, depressed, frustrated and pissed off with life, visit http://rock-shasa.blogspot.com/ . No, its not going to solve ur problems, but it might make u feel better,

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German chronicle 3Mankind for ever has always been filled with stories about the lust for power.wealth and domination. Endless tales of horror and carnage... But sometimes, some limits are crossed which can never be forgiven..some wounds made tht will never heal. Germany is still reeeling under it. A silent guilt runs through their blood. The price for the rage of their past is still being

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German chronicle 2 NOTE: ALL CHARACTERS AND INCIDENTS POTRAYED IN THIS MAIL ARE REAL. IF ITS IS INSULTING OR DEROGAROTY TO ANY PERSON, RACE OR COLOUR.... IT WAS MEANT TO BE.......hehe... "I think life should be more like tv. I think all of life's problems ought to be solved in 30 minutes with simple homilies, don't you? I think weight and oral hygiene ought to be our biggest concerns. I think

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German Chronicle 1Hmm, so how do i start....well maybe with my scary trip to the airport in Blore. There was this major accident near command hospital and a huge jam on airport road ( whats new with that ?? ) ... I had to check in a hour before the flight departed... i was really worried abt mx check in whn micheal shumacher aka my dad chipped in riding like a man possesed and going into roads

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I am in ........ bit of a "Johhny come lately" but its ok :)

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