Friday, December 30, 2005

funny stuff

bored of the e-mail fwds....
chk these ones out...
http://www.horsman.co.nz/story.do?id=67
http://funny2.com/bumper.htm

brilliant ones....

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Monday, February 21, 2005

His-story might just repeat..................

Have been reading MEIN KAMPF for quite some time now :(

The scary part is the observations which Hitler made, about the society,
the parliment and about people in general is frighteningly simmilar
to what we keep cribbing about day in and day out.......

The system doesn't work
The politicians are a bunch of jokers
The solution for every problem is to establish a panel of "experts"
The mass mentality of the public will lead to doom.....

I hope, just hope that no body takes it upon himself/herself to "cleanse"
the society of all the trouble as "THE FEUHER" did......

But it doesn't seem to far fetched we ARE followin a very similar path....
and with the kind of population we have, once the mass is convinced.....
NOTHING will be able to stop the juggernaut........

Friday, February 18, 2005

GYAN...............

The only song which has gyan and I LOVE IT...........

The singer is the same guy who directed Moulin rouge.....
Mr luhrman.......actually this was an article printed in one of
the daily newspapers in the US.......

The wierd part is it kinda makes sense...........

Everybody´s Free (To Wear Sunscreen)

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future,sunscreen would be it.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you
imagine.

Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you

Sing

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with
people who are reckless with yours.

Floss

Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes
you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with
yourself.

Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you
succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your
life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they
wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe
you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky
chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t
congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your
choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body,
use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever
own..

Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for
good.

Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you
should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you
knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live
in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will
philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one
might run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will
look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who
supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than
it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen…

Thursday, February 17, 2005

Forward!

I hate getin forwarded mails....the ones which hav a moral or tend to tell me
what i have to do with my life or how is my life supposed to go and so on...

I got this one today morning.....and for once this one seened to fit :0....
It actually seems like someone's blog..............here goes!


It was not "someone" who called me a bachelor the first time. It was "something".
The brown official-looking envelope I received by registered post
that day had my degree certificate in it. 'Bachelor of...', it
announced in somewhat gaudy letters as I stood smiling. Bachelor!

Till then I was a boy, a brother, a student and whatnot -- but not a
bachelor. All of a sudden, that important piece of paper had given me a new identity.

I know you are dying to tell me things like 'this bachelor is not
that bachelor', but believe me, the very next day my phone rang. It was my real-estat
e agent, an uneasy reminder to the approaching expiration of the initial compa
ny accommodation. "Sir, you are a bachelor, are you not?

"Sure, I am," I said, almost adding, "and now I have proof of that, if you need."

"Sorry sir. The owner is not willing to give the house to bachelors.
But don't worry, sir, I have many other houses. You see.."


So that's how it is. No country for the people of Palestine. No food for starving
Somalis.No trees for migrating birds. And yes, no houses for poor bachelors.

They are not welcome in residential areas. Bachelors party and make
noise round the clock. They go after the neighborhood girls. They
don't respect the norms of the colony. They come in groups...

Anyway, I learnt my lesson: Bachelors don't have all the civil rights
that 'normal' citizens enjoy. But then, what do we have that makes
many a married guy cherish the memories of his long-lost bachelorhood?

Palestinians have to cling to their land. Migrating birds are bound
by directions. But a bachelor has few restrictions. Except for
renting an apartment and walking into one those stupid 'couples only'
clubs, he can have everything else.

He gets up at any time and sneaks into the office unnoticed when
others get ready for lunch. He sits to almost any time in front of
the computer without worrying about anxious where-are-you calls. He
stays away from the house for days and no questions are asked. He
does whatever he wants on the weekend, in the company of his friends...

Yes. Friends are the most important aspect of any bachelor's life.
Without them he practically has no existence, especially if he's
staying away from home.

But then one day, over the thundering music and the first round of
cold beer in a dimly lit pub, he announces his plans to get married
to this cute girl that someone else had found for him. Over the
double cheers, the naughty comments and laughter, I become aware of
something that hurts me somewhere.

My friend's getting married. Of course it's something to celebrate.
But then, that also means he's leaving the gang!

[ I can see this symptoms on few of you]

We attend his wedding, the most colorful function of his life, in
full spirits. All of us. We give him gifts, wish him good luck and
retreat to our good old world, one member less. It does not take much
time before we find him reduced to much-delayed replies to our bunch
of mails -- and as for phone calls, that comes only once in a blue moon.

For my part, I watch the pile of wedding invitations in the corner of
my desk grow at an amazing, alarming pace. Before I know it, most of
my cool buddies are gone. And the rest of us soon realize that we are
not always welcome to the new circle the married men have formed.
So we seek solace behind those office doors where the sun never sets.

I do meet my married friends occasionally. In the office, on a casual
walk, or in a busy restaurant. They are my friends still. And they
are still friendly as much as their new lifestyle and added
responsibilities permit.

But...

Oh heck, there's my telephone. I think it is my real-estate agent again.

Thursday, February 03, 2005

GOD's job .......EXPLAINED!!

control systems: combinations of components (electrical, mechanical, thermal, or
hydraulic) that act together to maintain actual system performance close to a desired
set of performance specifications.

The above is the defn of a conrol system. What is the point you ask?
Here goes....All your life all you were told to do and all you want to is set an
AIM an dgo for it! This is the desired performance.

The specs will depend on what the hell you want and how possible is it....any how,
every person around you is a control system.....trying to control whatever he/she
can. The problem is when 2 or more systems interact and end up in conflict....

Me...I m just another system trying to set the specs such that every possible
system I can possibly influence is.......

What does all this mean?? well..........

GOD IS A S/W PROFESSIONAL......DEALING WITH EMBEDDED SYSTEMS......
WE JUST MAKE APPLICATIONS HIS SYSTEMS CAN INTERACT WITH!! :)

Thursday, January 27, 2005

Just HUMAN!!

You say you aare just human...
This is what you ARE!!!

I’m tearing away
Pieces are falling I can’t seem to make them stay
You run away
Faster and faster you can’t seem to get away
Break
Hope there’s a reason
For questions unanswered I just don’t see everything
Yes I’m inside you
Tell me how does it feel to feel like this
Just like I do
I don’t care about anyone else but me
I don’t care about anyone
Do I really want this
Sometimes I scare myself I just can’t let it go
Can you believe it
Everything happens for reasons I just don’t know
I don’t care about anyone else but me
I don’t care about anyone
I don’t care about anyone else but me
I don’t care about anyone or anything but me
Damn I love me

Message to the jilted generation!!

To: Everybody who knows me.

Condition: Depression

Solution: Nobody really knows
Where they’re supposed to go
Hiding behind a wall
Afraid that they’ll lose it all
But it’s alright
Just follow the light
And don’t be afraid of the dark

Result: And it feels right this time
On this crash course we’re in the big time
Pay no mind to the distant thunder
Beauty fills his head with wonder, boy....

Says it feels right this time
Turn around, found new high lights
Good day to be alive sir
Good day to be alive, he said.....

Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Is just a freight train coming your way
Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Is just the freight train coming your way

New (IMPROVED???)
condition: Suicidal!!

Moral: BACK OFF AND BEWARE!!!!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

Quantum Fiction!!!!!!!!

Hmmm........lets see.....Ok, this is just based on the basic idea that as per
quantum physics at any given time any particle exists in more than one states, till
some body measures it. It may (will rather) not be accurate in any which way! :)

Now, since you can logon to the net so you obviously know, we are a collection of a
large number of particles.

Now at any instant t, your body might be millions of states....[let X be the number
particles your body is made of and let each particle be in any of 8 states, then you
are in X^8 states at any given time] but you just see one of me (assuming u are not
drunk). That is because your looking at me is actually you measuring each of the
particles of my body!! So, basically you see what you wanna see....not my fault you
got a pissed off me! :)

So what?? you say......Ok, has this ever happened to you.......

you go into a room to do something but you don't know what!
you want to talk to some one but could not remember WHAT!!

This is what happened....

your brain changed it's state from what you were thinking to some crappy state
where all you can think of is Angelina Jolie;)......

So, the next time you make a fool of yourself....it wasn't your fault....
it is the person who was looking......OH HELL! what was i sayin........
man she looks good!!