Washed.

I still think the Aussies were lucky. Had it not rained, they would have gotten their collective rearsides kicked. Saved by the finicky Bangalore weather...


But, then again, 100 mein 99 beiyman, phir bhi mera Bharath mahan.



Addendum: We just let them win today. You know all the athithi devo bhava

What kind of shoe?

I can't figure out what kind of shoes go with jeans as well as a pair of formal trousers? Sneakers I already have. This question is part of my quest to look dashing, handsome, sexy. Or in one word - pseud.


P.S: I work out at the gym in office where I muck around with device drivers for a living.

P.P.S: Indian cricket is over-rated but it is still fun to watch.

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Of times long gone...

Books, Pizzas and a Ghazal

I hauled ass down to Brigade Road/Church Street today with an intention of blowing moolah on books that I have been eying for over a year now. It so happened that I had picked an excellent time on a Saturday to land up there. The fact that I was meeting a very pretty friend of mine and her boyfriend and various other friends for pizzas that she was buying (her birthday was last week) at one caused me to land up at an unearthly hour. Namely, 10:00 am on a Saturday morning. Owing to the Ganesh chaturthi the roads were empty - so much so - that it took me exactly 20 seconds to get across Residency road at the Brigade Road junction.

I started with Landmark, since they had posters outside screaming about a 70% sale. Inside, the only thing that had anything to do with a reduction in price was one free CD of things that are made for 3-year olds (who watch skimpily clad women) if you brought one CD of things that were made for 3-year olds. Somehow, the only things that were of interest were Douglas Hoffstader's Godel, Escher, Bach : The Eternal Golden Braid(Wiki link), a bunch of really awesome jazz CDs (John Coltrane,Chet Parker and the likes) and some cool and nifty Jansport bags that were obscenely expensive. The book I plan to buy later, the music I can download off the net and I'll settle for an decent imitation at one-tenth the price from National Market.

Thereafter, I stared at the pretty women walking around with idiot boyfriends who look like potential gay band-members of boy-friends. The only thing that I do not have that they have is a fat-wallet accompanied with an inclination to spend. And, of course, the pretty woman on the arm.

I eventually landed up at Blossoms which in the past I always entered mentally preparing to stop from looking at the graphic novels since I never had the money to buy one. It's kind of stupid to ask your dad for half-a-grand to buy a glassy comic. Most fathers who were born in the fifties in India and are accountants will disagree before you can say Frank Miller or Alan Moore. Now, thanks to Tejas Networks' belief that I am an asset to their organisation by way of a monthly pay-check, brought me my comic-book orgasm.

Yep! Frank Miller's "Batman: The Dark Knight Returns". At long last...my collection of graphic novels sees the light of day. Also Khaled Hosseni's The Kite Runner and Srividya Natarajan's No onion nor garlic. The last one was a random pick simply because it is a satire involving TamBrams in Chennai and so on. I've just started reading it and it is one scream, more, if you are a TamBram and you either live in Chennai or have made frequent visits to relatives who live there.

Reviews soon. The lunch was good. G was made to stand on a chair in the middle of Pizza Hut and then asked to tell everyone that it was her birthday and then all the staff sang for her. She was red and thoroughly embarrassed. Hell, her birthday was on the 9th. We all had a good laugh, including the boy-friend.

Listen to Hoshwalon ko khabar kya by Jagjit Singh from the movie Sarfarosh. The movie was brilliant, but this song is brillianter still. I am not a big fan of ghazals and metaphoric Urdu, but this one was explained to me by a Doctor of Chemistry somewhere in the middle of a snow-covered peak in the Himalayas at 13,000 feet. The last two lines are specially very nice (excuse the bad Urdu):

Hum labon se kah naa paaye unse hal-e-dil kabhi
Aur voh samjhe nahin yeh khaamoshi kya cheez hai.

Roughly, do correct me if I am wrong, it means that "I could never put in words and tell her what was in my heart, and she never understood what that silence meant". Awesome! Listen to this on Youtube here.

Have a lazy Sunday!!!

P.S: Thank God, they didn't know about yesterday. I think I would have fallen all the way through to the basement three floors lower - chair and all.

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Wisdom

The best of women are either taken or married. The ones that are taken are with absolute fools. That girl in Coffee Day last Saturday was with an idiot beyond description. I am sure he wouldn't have heard of Himmesh and if he has, then he is probably a fan.



Phucking Filistine!

Clarification aka fine print: I mean that he is probably so dumb that he hasn't a clue about Himmesh and , if he did know who Himmesh was, he is dumber still to be a fan. Sorry about the ambiguity!

Phuck!!! ROTFL!!!

Memories and a piece of black cloth.

I was flipping through on the IdiotBox a couple of hours ago and I chanced upon Mohra playing on one many Hindi movie channels.

For those of you who remember, this movie hit the screens in '94 and became some kind of a hit. There was Akki and there was Raveena( who by the way, I still think, is very very cute). This is one of my memories of Paresh Rawal's comic roles. I don't remember much about the story except that there was Akki playing cop, Raveena as the chick, Paresh as the side-kick comic relief and Sunil(back then he was still Sunil and not Suniel) Shetty trying very hard to hide when the spotlight shone upon him.

But, what I do clearly remember was the smash hit Tu cheez badi hai mast mast. This song became a rage overnight. Suddenly it was very very hip to tie a black cloth around your head and wear tacky dark sun-glasses. I have vague recollections of doing that with every piece of cloth I could find from towels to doormats. It was the next coolest thing to Batman/Superman cape for a 8-year-something boy. I think there was this girl in my class in Mumbai who wore a rip-off of the white dress that Raveena wears in that song on her birthday. Some of us guys thought it was cute - in a very kiddish way.

The song didn't really make any sense then, nor does it now. It is a song that Akki and Raveena sing to get into the baddie's night club to catch the baddie in the process of cutting a 'deal'. It is hopelessly glitzy in a cheap way, like most songs of that era. Countless dancers in lurid costumes shimmying around. Every second step is a pelvic thrust of some form and every third step is Raveena thrusting her assets in and out. Very sexy, but the dress, now that I think about it, was among the worst. Ever.

There was something so catchy about that song that we used to sing it in the bus on the way to school and back again. Another one of those kind of songs was Stop that starring Govinda. Sexy sexy was a number that everyone wanted to sing, but a lot of kids were told that it was bad word. We used to furtively sit in the last seat and huddle closely and sing that one, just to rebel.

On a tangent, Dhak Dhak karne laga from Beta is one of the sexiest Bollywood songs ever. It was so classy and yet so...hot! Madhuri is still hot, though she has an almost fake American accent after so long a stint in Denver.

And with that sweet note...Good night!


P.S: Here is the video. Bad quality, but still it's got sing-a-long-lyrics in Hindi. Check out the hips in the opening. ROTFL.

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Crib...!

Indian Idol : They might be good singers and hunks, but they get to hug Mini Mathur!

Arranged Marriages : WTF?



P.S: Even if I did make the next big operating system, or beat the shit out of Google, coders never get called to 'Koffee with Karan'. Thank God for these little technicalities.

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The post that would have been..

AWESOME!!!!






(Pity, I need to take a crap! NOW!)


P.S : The votes are in. Fungus wins with Shatry coming in a close second. Readership of blog = poriki/elebands group, formerly of NITK(formerly KREC).

Help

There are apparently somethings called "Callback registering mechanisms" and "Associated Event Handlers". There are also "Call back functions".

Somehow then, there are the "Interrupt Service Routines" or "ISR" for short that handle interrupts. They do this by taking snapshots of devices and then sending them up.

I can't figure how the f*** all this happens. At least , not clearly enough to say that, "Yeah...I get it!" So will someone please point me where I can find a simple and, yet, not too laymanish an explanation.


Remember, all this is happening with C and C++ and on Linux kernels.

Please, my a** is on the line!!!